Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

For a Monday afternoon, it was busy. Throngs of people moved through the mall, browsing the many shops and boutiques. Amber relaxed at a small table for two in the spacious food court, directly across from Dairy Queen. She watched as her ten-year-old charge stood at the counter, exchanging a handful of coins for two chocolate-dipped ice cream cones.

When the young girl turned toward her, Amber smiled and admired the beauty in the preteen’s face and in the lines of her boyish figure. She’s so cute. Kind of sexy, actually, for a kid, thought Amber. As the child approached the table, an ice cream in each hand, Amber undressed her with her eyes. She had seen the girl naked plenty of times over the years and had even stolen glances at her little butt or bald sex during bath time, but it wasn’t a sexual thing for her — or at least it hadn’t been until recently.

Amber’s desires toward the girl had changed in the last couple of months. If she were to pinpoint that moment in time, she would have to say it was the night of the girl’s tenth birthday party, the night she’d watched her make out with her older cousin. Amber had watched the pair kiss passionately, amazed at how quickly they became comfortable in one another’s arms. Amber had become aroused instantly, and later that evening when she was at home in her own bed, she brought herself to the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, just by thinking of those two girls kissing.

Of course, there was also the amazing revelation that the girl had been heard, according to her mother, to call out Amber’s name while masturbating a couple of nights ago. That was the same night Amber had taken a bath with the preteen. It wasn’t uncommon for Amber to sit by the tub and chat with the younger girl as she bathed, but that evening she had asked Amber to join her in the tub. It was innocent enough, at first anyway. The child was sitting between her legs as Amber washed her, taking her time as she moved the soapy washcloth over the younger girl’s body. When Amber’s hand reached the girl’s sex, she lingered there, gently rubbing the tender flesh of her labia. The girl had breathed a soft moan and Amber had realized what her hand was doing. She soon ended the bath, feeling both guilty and very aroused.

Handing her a cone, Piper plopped down in the seat across from her.

“Thanks for the ice cream,” Piper said as she dropped a quarter on the table. “Here’s your change.”

“No worries,” Amber replied, taking a big bite off the top and then instantly regretting it. “Brain freeze!” Groaning, she pushed the palm of her free hand against her forehead.

Piper giggled at her friend’s folly, and then took a small nibble of her own cone.

After the pain had faded away, Amber laughed and took another, albeit smaller, bite of her frozen treat.

“I think we should head back after we’re finished,” Amber suggested. “That’ll give us time for a few rounds of Mario Kart before supper.”

Piper beamed, “Yeah! Good idea.” Taking another bite, she added, “As long as you don’t mind having your butt kicked all over the place.”

“You’re certainly welcome to try,” Amber grinned.

The girls finished their ice cream and then headed out of the mall and toward their apartment building. Piper held Amber’s hand as they took a shortcut through the park near the center of town.

Amber looked over at Piper and wondered what the girl would think if she knew what had happened between her and Steph. Amber smiled, thinking about the torrid afternoon of sex she had had in Piper’s bed with the girl’s mother. Her thoughts wandered back to Piper, and she tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss her, if her lips would be as soft as Steph’s, if her pussy would taste the same.

They soon arrived back at the apartment and made their way to the living room where they found Amber’s mom sitting on the sofa reading a novel. Jessica Hartford looked up from her paperback and greeted the girls with a warm smile.

“Hey, guys. You two are back early,” she commented.

“Yeah,” Amber replied. “We wanted to go a few rounds with Mario before supper, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, sweetie. Supper won’t be for a couple of hours yet. You just go have fun.”

The two girls smiled and then headed down the hall to Amber’s room. Amber set up the gaming console as Piper positioned the big beanbag chair in front of the small TV that sat on a makeshift stand. Both Amber and Piper plopped down, controllers in hand, and got ready to play.

“Prepare to be destroyed,” Amber said smugly.

“HA! In your dreams.”

For the next hour, they laughed and joked, throwing friendly jibes and taunts back and forth. When Piper crossed the finish line in first place at the end of game four, she tied them up at two wins each.

“That was so freaking close,” Piper said, taking a deep breath. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath for the last few seconds of the race.

“You were lucky,” Amber said, bumping her shoulder against Piper’s. Putting down her controller, she shook her hands and flexed her fingers to help ease the stiffness in her joints from holding the gadget so tightly.

“One more to break the tie?” Amber challenged with a grin.

“And what does the winner get?”

Amber paused a moment to think. She looked into Piper’s eyes, then down to the sexy smirk on her lips. Amber felt a stir in her belly and just a hint of arousal from between her legs. She wanted to kiss those lips, now more than ever.

“Well?” Piper asked again.

“Let’s see…” Amber stroked her chin and rolled her eyes to the ceiling for a bit of dramatic flair. “How about the loser has to kiss the winner, just like at your birthday party?” she suggested, waggling her eyebrows. She watched the expression on Piper’s face and was rewarded with a quizzical stare.

“Um… that means, win or lose, we kiss,” Piper pointed out.

Amber shrugged and turned her attention back to the TV screen. “So, are you game?”

Piper didn’t answer but instead picked up her controller and pushed a button. On the TV, her avatar’s status changed, showing she was ready to start the final race.

Amber grinned, picked up her controller, and initiated the race.

As soon as the onscreen timer reached zero, the girls began to frantically maneuver their avatars along the colorful racetrack. They turned and banked, trying to avoid obstacles on the track and the weapons fired by one another.

At the end, Piper reigned supreme. She threw her arms in the air with a triumphant whoop. “In your face, beeyatch!” Piper mocked in her best gangsta voice.

Amber broke into hysterics at the younger girl’s antics, literally rolling on the floor, with Piper doing the same.

After she had calmed down from her fit of laughter, Amber sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Piper sat up as well, facing Amber. “So, I think you owe me a kiss… loser,” she said, poking the teen’s thigh.

“Yes, I do,” Amber replied with a smile. She got to her knees and moved closer to Piper, as she too moved to a kneeling position.

Amber’s heart was racing, and she felt the familiar flush of her skin. Gently she cupped Piper’s ear and leaned in. She brushed her lips against the girl’s, feeling her own breath hitch at the indirect contact.

Piper let out a soft little moan and put her arms around Amber’s neck.

Amber pushed her lips harder against Piper, and was momentarily surprised when she felt the young girl’s tongue teasing her lips. Amber parted her lips and started to explore Piper’s mouth. Their tongues soon met and began playing together.

Both girls were breathing hard, their kisses passionate, their hands roaming the back of the other. Amber had been right, the young girl’s lips were soft and sweet, just like her mother’s. Amber had become lost in the moment when she felt a hand move from her back and onto her small breast.

She gasped as Piper squeezed her tit and pinched the nipple that poked against the material of her tee shirt. Piper’s hands moved to the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, exposing Amber’s boobs. Breaking the kiss, Piper leaned down and kissed a stiff pink nipple.

“Piper…” Amber moaned, placed a hand on the back of the girl’s head. She was amazed at the boldness of the young girl.

Amber fell back onto the floor when Piper pushed against her shoulders. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as the girl crawled up her body, smiling mischievously. Amber held her breath as Piper’s lips hovered over her sensitive nipple. Little bolts of electricity fired through her body as her friend took the nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. She grabbed Piper’s ass and moaned loudly at the sensation of a tongue flicking across the erect peak.

“Girls! Supper!”

“No!” Amber groaned, both at the sound of her mother’s voice and Piper’s quick withdrawal from her nipple.

“Sorry,” Piper said apologetically as she pulled Amber’s tee down over her breasts and then stood.

Amber sighed and stood also, disappointed that their foray into this new, exciting chapter of their friendship had ended so abruptly. After taking a moment to smooth their clothes and fix their appearance, the two girls headed to the table.

They sat down to a delicious meal of spaghetti, garlic bread, and a garden salad. Amber, Piper, and Jessica enjoyed the food and conversation. During the meal, Jessica let Piper know that her mom had called to say she was working a double shift and would be home late. Once they were done, the girls helped Jessica clean up the kitchen, and then the pair headed over toward to Piper’s place.

“That was fun — what we did in your room,” Piper said, when they were out in the hallway.

“Yeah, it was,” Amber replied, wondering if she wanted to pick up where they’d left off.

Amber followed Piper inside after she unlocked the door to her apartment. They kicked off their sneakers, then walked into the living room. Amber flopped onto her back on the sofa, watching Piper move toward her.

“Do you want to take a bath with me again?” Piper asked, a playful smile on her face.

The arousal that had been interrupted earlier was back instantly. The warmth on Amber’s face grew and her heart rate increased. She nodded, “Yes. Yes, I would.”

Holding her hand out to the younger girl, Amber pulled her into an embrace when Piper grasped her hand. Piper soon found her mouth and began kissing her. Amber pushed her hands down Piper’s back and under the waistband of her shorts. She squeezed the fleshy orbs of the child’s small ass, reveling in the feeling of the smooth skin.

It wasn’t long before Piper’s hand was once again on her tit, squeezing it. Amber was panting as Piper placed little kisses all over her face. Her teen pussy was begging to be touched, and Amber raised her hips up feeling for something to push her aching sex against.

Piper pushed herself to her knees and tugged on Amber’s shirt. Amber didn’t resist and did what she could to help rid herself of the garment. Once it was gone, Piper pulled her own shirt off and tossed it to the floor, then lay back down on Amber as her mouth engulfed a puffy nipple.

The little waves of pleasure were back and raced through Amber’s body. She couldn’t believe how good Piper was making her feel. The young girl was licking and nibbling at her sensitive nipple, just like Piper’s mother had done.

“Damn, Piper, what are you doing to me?”

The girl let go of her nipple and looked up at her. “Do you like it?”

“God, yes,” Amber hissed.

Amber ran her fingers through Piper’s hair as the girl continued to suckle on one nipple, then switch to the other for a few moments before switching back. Amber grasped Piper’s hips and moved her over so her thigh was resting against Amber’s aching pussy. Rocking her hips, she began to hump Piper’s leg.

Piper must have realized what Amber was hoping to achieve, as she began to move her leg in rhythm with the older girl’s thrusts. Amber groaned, the pressure in her belly growing. She knew her orgasm was getting close.

Amber grabbed Piper’s ass, squeezing it as her thrusts became more urgent. The smell of their arousal and the sound of her panting filled the air. Piper pulled her teeth across one erect nipple, causing Amber to thrust harder.

“Fuck, yes!” she croaked as her body stiffened and an incredible wave of pure bliss washed over her.

Amber whimpered softly as Piper moved up to kiss her lips once more. Once she came down, she opened her eyes and smiled up at Piper.

“Did that feel good?” Piper asked.

“Most definitely.” She hugged Piper and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Shall we take that bath now?”

“Okay,” Piper said, pulling herself from Amber’s embrace.

Retrieving her shirt from the floor, Piper headed toward her bedroom. Amber followed her lead and trailed her down the hall as far as her room, then entered the bathroom and ran the water for their bath while Piper disappeared into her bedroom to finish undressing and pick out her nightclothes.

Amber was sitting on the edge of the tub, topless, pouring scented oil into the water when Piper entered. Her breath caught for a moment when she saw the naked ten-year-old girl in the doorway. Amber swallowed as Piper made her way over to her and kissed her nipples playfully.

“Water ready yet?” Piper asked, glancing into the tub.

“Yeah, it’s ready,” Amber answered as she reached over and shut off the taps.

“You get in first, and I’ll sit between your legs. Just like last time,” Piper said, smiling.

Amber was beginning to realize that this girl was not as naïve or as timid as she had thought. Maybe that kiss with Brooke the night of her birthday party had sparked something between them. Amber knew, though, that she wasn’t going to stop this time like she had done a few days ago.

Amber made sure she had the soap and a washcloth nearby before she climbed into the tub. She pulled off her now wet shorts and panties. Amber saw Piper’s gaze fix on her hair-covered pubis and glistening slit. The butterflies in her stomach took flight, and a new flood of arousal wept from her.

Tentatively, Amber put one foot into the steamy water, then the other. It was quite hot but not scalding. She eased herself down to a sitting position, hesitating only for a second or two as the bare skin of her butt touched the surface of the water. Once comfortably seated, she motioned for Piper to join her.

Piper, noticing Amber’s hesitation earlier, did the same as she placed a foot into the tub. “Hot!” she giggled, but didn’t back out. Bringing her other foot in, she turned her back to Amber, who held Piper by the hips and helped her to sit down.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” Piper huffed as she became accustomed to the water temperature.

As Piper leaned back against her chest, Amber placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders and rubbed them, then slid down her arms and back up over her stomach and chest. The air was filled with the scent of lilac from the heated bath oil.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Piper said softly.

“I’m glad you like it,” Amber said as she moved a hand back down over the child’s belly and between her legs.

Piper responded by spreading her legs and moaning softly, “That feels even nicer.”

Taking that as permission to continue her exploration of Piper’s body, Amber pushed her hand down over the young girl’s sex. She slid a finger through her folds and dipped into her opening, then pulled out as Piper twitched. Amber brought her finger up and found the swollen bud at the top of the preteen’s slit.

Piper groaned and pushed her hips up as best she could. Amber circled her clit with her finger, then rubbed it and pulled at it. Piper twitched again and whimpered. Both girls were breathing heavy now, and Amber could feel the pressure growing inside her again.

“Are you okay?” Amber asked as she continued to stimulate Piper’s swollen clit.

Piper nodded, “Yes. Don’t stop.”

Amber obeyed. Her fingers moved quickly over the girl’s sex, from her sensitive clit down to her opening and back again. Amber rubbed and played with Piper’s folds, then pinched and pulled at her clit again.

She nibbled on the girl’s neck and ear as Piper thrashed in the tub. The pads of two fingers moved back and forth over Piper’s super sensitive sex, finally driving her over the edge.

“Fuck, Amber! I’m coming!” Piper yelled, loud enough for anyone in the apartment, and maybe even out in the hallway, to hear it.

 

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Stephanie arrived home about 90 minutes earlier that night than she usually would when she worked a double shift. It had been a slow day, and Carrie had kindly let her leave early. Jackie had called in sick again, and Stephanie had to fill in for her. That was a royal pain in the ass, and in her feet, for that matter, but the extra money was nice.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in. Kicking off her shoes, she dropped her purse, and made her way to the living room, expecting to see Amber sitting on the sofa. She paused and listened. The muffled sounds of a conversation were coming from down the hall. Stephanie wondered, as her heart began to race, Are they bathing together again?

Making her way stealthily, Stephanie approached the bathroom door. The sweet scent of lilac wafted from the bathroom, along with the moans of two young girls. Stephanie froze. Those weren’t the sounds of bathing. She inched a bit closer, holding her breath, and listened… then jumped at the sudden sound of her daughter’s shout.

“Fuck, Amber! I’m coming!”

Stephanie brought a hand to her mouth as she gasped, hoping the girls hadn’t heard her, but instantly dismissed the thought based on the noise level in the bathroom. Oh, my God! They’re having sex, she thought. Her arousal was growing, and she felt herself getting wet. She wanted to go in and watch, but resisted the urge. It would only embarrass them.

Backing away quietly, she went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Looking at her watch, she reasoned that the two girls probably would finish up soon, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before it would be her normal time to arrive home.

Stephanie decided to leave and hang out at the coffee shop down the block for a while, then come back at her usual time. With that, she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

 

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Amber took her hand from Piper’s pussy and held her in an embrace until the girl relaxed in her arms. Her own clit was throbbing again, and needed some attention.

As if reading her mind, Piper pulled herself from the embrace and got to her knees, facing Amber. “I liked that,” Piper said with a smile.

“I could tell,” Amber grinned.

Then she gasped as Piper cupped her pussy and slowly pushed a finger inside her. Amber held Piper’s gaze as the child fucked her. “Fuck, yes, Piper,” she moaned as the younger girl slid a second finger into her.

Piper leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Amber’s mouth.

They kissed eagerly, tongues swirling together. Piper’s thumb pushed down on Amber’s swollen clit and rocked against it in rhythm with the thrusts of her fingers.

Amber’s breathing was labored, and her chest heaved. The need inside her had grown bigger, stretching out in all directions now. It scratched at every nerve ending, setting them ablaze. Amber moaned and bucked against Piper’s fingers. She grabbed the sides of the tub and cried out as Piper curled her fingers. Either by accident or design, she massaged that special spot, pushing Amber over the edge.

Amber cried out. Her body shook as wave after wave of blinding white ecstasy flooded her senses. Piper’s fingers continued to move, and no sooner had Amber come down off her first mind-blowing orgasm than a second equally powerful one rocketed through her. Unable to maintain her grip on the sides of the tub, Amber slid down into the water, and only Piper’s fingers buried deep inside her pussy kept her head from submerging.

As a third orgasm threatened to tear her open, Amber pushed Piper’s fingers away. She struggled to sit up again, panting and crying from the sweet torment and pleasure.

“Fuck, Pipes, were you trying to kill me?” she said between breaths, half laughing.

Seeing a little uncertainty in Piper’s eyes. Amber pulled her into a tight hug. “Thank you. That was awesome. I have never come so hard before.” She pulled back and smiled at the girl, then kissed her passionately.

“So, I didn’t hurt you or anything?” Piper asked after the kiss.

“No, not at all. It was perfect,” Amber reassured her. “Now, let’s get out of the tub. I want to take you to your bed and taste you before your mother gets home. If that’s okay with you?”

Piper smiled and stood up, nodding. Amber leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the child’s hairless mons, then stood and got out of the tub. She helped Piper out and grabbed a big fluffy bath towel and dried the girl off, and then did the same to herself.

Once they were dried off, Amber took Piper’s hand and practically dragged her to the bedroom. Piper scrambled up onto the bed and lay on her back, head on a pillow. Amber was on top of her in a flash, giving her several quick little kisses on her face. She then moved down between Piper’s widespread legs.

Amber paused for only a moment to take in the sight of the sweet pink lips of the preteen’s pussy. She brought her mouth down onto the soft, swollen flesh of the young girl’s labia. Amber kissed and then took a long slow lick up through the slick folds. The girl was incredibly wet and, as Amber had thought, just as sweet and delicious as her mother.

Piper whimpered softly and pushed her mound up against Amber’s mouth. Amber licked from her entrance to her clit with the flat of her tongue, again and again, holding onto Piper’s hips as she bucked. Moving her tongue down she circled the young girl’s opening, enjoying the moans and whimpers it elicited.

“Amber, yes, don’t stop,” Piper pleaded.

The teen stiffened her tongue and pushed it into the girl. Tasting the juices, and loving it, Amber drew her tongue out and then thrust back in deeply. As she fucked Piper with her mouth, she moved a hand to her swollen clit and gently toyed with it.

Piper bucked hard, and her breath was ragged as she cursed out Amber’s name. The fragrance of Piper’s arousal, mixed with the lingering scent of lilac from the bath, filled Amber’s nostrils. She pulled her tongue from the young girl’s entrance, moved up to her clit and sucked it into her mouth.

She flicked her tongue over the sensitive bud and drew her teeth along it, sending Piper into a frenzy as her orgasm took hold and shook her to her very core. Piper cried out and pushed Amber’s face into her soaked pussy.

Once Piper recovered, Amber moved up beside her and kissed her softly.

“I want to taste you now,” Piper said, after a minute or so.

Amber smiled and pushed two fingers into her own dripping pussy. With her fingers covered in the creamy juice, she brought the digits to Piper’s mouth and fed them to her. The girl eagerly accepted the treat and quickly cleaned the older girl’s fingers.

“Mmm, nice. But that’s not what I meant,” Piper whined.

Giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, Amber said. “I know, but we don’t have time. Your mom will be home in a few minutes. You need to get into bed now.”

Piper pouted. “I know,” she said sadly.

The girls reluctantly got up, and Piper slipped her sleepwear on while Amber searched for her own clothes and then got dressed again. Once Piper was under the covers, she gave her a long deep kiss.

“I had lots of fun with you today. Can we do it again?” Piper asked.

“You can count on it. But we need to be careful that nobody finds out. Okay?”

Piper nodded in agreement. Amber gave her another kiss, then said, “Good night.” She turned off the light as she left the room, closing Piper’s bedroom door behind her.

Amber needed to come. She plopped down on the sofa on her back as she had done many times before. Masturbating on Stephanie’s couch had always seemed to produce better orgasms than she could give herself in her own bed. Maybe it was because she was in someone else’s home, in a living room where she was more exposed. Perhaps it was the thrill of knowing she could get caught — caught by Stephanie, the woman she’d had a crush on for a couple of years now.

She wondered if maybe now she should let herself get caught. After all, she’d already had sex with Steph, and what incredible sex it had been. She had been scared, nervous at first. But Steph had quickly made her feel at ease with her soft kisses, gentle touches, and tender words.

Amber hadn’t realized, until a little jolt of electricity fired from her clit, that her hand had made its way into her shorts. She sighed contently and continued to rub her sensitive clit. The pads of three fingers rubbed quick circles over the swollen bud. She moaned as the pressure built inside her.

Hearing the click of a key in the lock, she glanced toward the front door. Amber’s hand continued to move with purpose inside her shorts. A smile played across her lips.

Continue on to Chapter 7

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By Purple Les

Mom had me set the table, while Aunt Billie had gone to the bathroom. While I set the table, I asked Mom if she really meant it when she said I could use dirty words when it was just me and her and Aunt Billie in the house. I could tell she had to think back to when she’d said that. Grownups forget things like that.

“Yes, Katy, I meant it. As long as you just use those kinds of words here in the house, nowhere else, ever. If you can remember to do that, then it’s okay.”

I told Mom I could remember that.

“And just with me and Aunt Billie,” she added.

Aunt Billie came in as I finished setting the table and we started dinner. We were eating, and telling Mom how good everything was. Then I thought I would give it a try to see what would happen.

“Aunt Billie,” I asked, “would you please pass me the fucking butter.”

Mom’s one eyebrow went up, but she didn’t say anything. Aunt Billie passed me the butter, with her mouth hanging open.

“Thank you,” I said to Aunt Billie. Then I said to Mom, “Mom, please pass me the damn salt and pepper.”

Mom handed them to me and I thanked her.

After a moment Aunt Billie said, “Uh, what happened to the little girl that said ‘golly’ all the time?”

“Oh, it’s okay. Mom said I could use dirty words at home.”

Mom put her elbow on the table her arm sticking up and rested her forehead in her hand.

“Is that right, Carol?”

Mom looked up at Aunt Billie, “Well, yes. I didn’t think it would be like that, I mean, I thought she would try to talk sexy or something.”

“Yeah, Mom,” I answered, “I will try to talk dirty sexy later, I just wanted to practice saying stuff.”

Aunt Billie said, “How about some wine, Carol?”

“Good idea,” Mom said.

We finished eating, and I asked, “How’s your fucking wine? Can I taste it, please?”

Mom passed me her glass and I took a sip. I didn’t like it at all. Aunt Billie laughed at the face I made, and said, “Don’t you care for the taste of it?”

“No. It tastes shitty.”

Mom rolled her eyes and told me to do the dishes. Aunt Billie offered to help me, but Mom said, “That’s okay, Billie, it’s part of her extra chores.”

I started on the dishes while Mom and Aunt Billie went in the living room. When I was done I sat between them on the couch.

Aunt Billie took some scratch-off lottery tickets from her purse. I sat on her lap and made sure that the hand she held the ticket in was on my lap against my pussy. She scratched the tickets off. She didn’t win anything, but I sure liked the way my pussy felt.

Aunt Billie said, “I have a very hot DVD for us to watch.”

She started to take it out of her purse, and Mom reached over, put her hand on Aunt Billie’s arm and said, “Sorry. Not with Katy here.”

I gave them both my sad puppy dog look. It worked on Aunt Billie, but Mom said, “Sorry, but being grounded is being grounded.”

Aunt Billie sighed, then pulled her lighter out of her purse and something else that she hid from me.

She said to my mom, “Well, Carol, let’s go outside for a little bit.” Then she winked at Mom.

Now Mom sighed, and said, “Okay, why not.” Then to me, Mom said, “We’ll be right back in.”

“Can I come outside too, Mom?”

“It’s ‘may I?’ and no, angel, you may not, it’s grownup stuff.”

They put on their coats and went out the side door. I heard the pickup truck door open and close. I ran to the back room. It was dark in there and I peeked out the side window. With the moon so bright I could see them. I could see Aunt Billie on the passenger side of the pickup, and my mom behind the steering wheel. Aunt Billie lit up a cigarette. She didn’t smoke it like I’d seen other grownups smoke. She took some tiny puffs and then passed it to my mom. Mom took a big puff, and passed it back to my Aunt. They had rolled down the windows and blew smoke into the star-filled sky.

They looked like they were laughing and having a good time while they smoked, and that made me feel happy. Then they were getting out of the truck. So I ran back to the living room, and lay on the couch looking at a magazine. I was in my mom’s flannel shirt and my slippers, but nothing else.

I could hear them come into the kitchen, laughing and taking their coats off. When they came in the living room they looked funny. I’d seen them laughing in the truck just moments ago. Now they looked like they’d been crying. Their eyes were all bloodshot and half open.

I guessed they hadn’t cried, ’cause they were still laughing. But their eyes still looked like they had gone swimming in a pool with too much chlorine in it.

Aunt Billie sat on her side on the floor by the couch near my head. I was laying on my tummy. She took the magazine from me and looked at the picture I’d been looking at.

“What a beautiful girl,” Aunt Billie commented on the picture. Then I jumped because Aunt Billie put her hand on my bare butt, and it was ice cold. That made her laugh. Mom laughed too.

“How about giving me a kiss?” Aunt Billie asked me.

I turned on my side and pulled her head toward me. We kissed, and I heard Mom say, “Mm, yeah, nice.”

The doorbell rang and we all jumped. Aunt Billie asked, “You expecting anyone, Carol?”

My mom shook her head “No,” then said, “Katy, go see who it is.”

I jumped off the couch, ran to the side door, and looked out. It was Mrs. Tran. I let her in.

The first thing I asked was if Mary was with her. “No, Katy, I’m all by myself,” Mrs. Tran said as we hugged each other.

Mom and Aunt Billie came into the kitchen with us, while Mrs. Tran took off her coat and boots.

“You know,” Mrs. Tran said, to all of us, “I’m just tired of my family. It’s slow at the restaurant tonight, and everyone was getting on my nerves. Everyone saying ‘Grace, what about this and what about that?’ ‘Hey, Mom, can we this and that?’ I say to all of them, ‘I’ve had enough, I’m taking the night off. Just me. I’ll be over at Carol’s but don’t call me.’ Then I left and came here. I brought a bottle of wine. Tonight I want to relax, have some laughs with my friends.”

We all sat at the kitchen table. After the grownups gabbed for a while and drank some more wine, Mom got out a deck of cards.

Mom said to me, “Katy, go get your jar of pennies. We’ll play some penny ante poker.”

I came back with the big jar of pennies, and the grownups gave me dollar bills and I counted out one hundred pennies for each of them.

I had my little card that told me what hands were best and what you need for them. Then we played poker. There was more talking than poker, though.

I had won a big pot, almost fifty cents, when the doorbell rang again. I went to see who it was. I let in Professor Edgeington. “Hi, Jean!” the other grownups called out.

“Hi, everyone,” said Jean. “I was out near here, and thought I’d stop in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, sure,” Mom said, “Find a dollar and get pennies from Katy. We’re playing dealer’s choice poker. Want some wine, or a drink?”

“That would be great. I’ve been grading papers all day. Hans and Siobhan have been getting on my nerves. You know, I’m in the mood for a Manhattan,” answered Jean.

“Yeah, I know just what you mean, Jean,” added Mrs. Tran. Mrs. Tran told Jean what she’d told all of us before.

Mom went to the cupboard that was full of booze bottles. They’d been in there forever. Mom poured stuff in a cocktail shaker, added ice, shook it hard, and poured it into a fancy little glass.

Mom said, “I don’t have any cherries, Jean. Is an olive okay instead?”

“That would be fine, thank you,” Jean answered. Jean took a sip and told Mom it was “a wonderful drink.”

We played a few more hands of cards. I was glad we only played for pennies, because sometimes the grownups started talking pretty loud about who had the best hand.

Mom said, “Jean, can I freshen up your drink for you?”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely,” replied Jean, just as the doorbell rang.

I ran to see who it was. I opened the door and Officer Sanchez was standing there. I was so happy to see her I jumped into her arms. I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. She put her hands on my behind to support me.

“Well, hi, Katy,” she said, “hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Hi, Sandie!” Mom yelled out. “You’re not interrupting a thing. We’re just having a little impromptu party. Katy, get down so Sandie can come in and take her coat off.”

I jumped back down, and Officer Sanchez said, “Hi, all, I’m off duty and was just passing by when I saw all the cars. Is it okay that I stopped in?”

Mom introduced Officer Sanchez to Jean and Aunt Billie. Mrs. Tran already knew her. Officer Sanchez was wearing regular clothes instead of her uniform. She looked really hot in her blue jeans and Vikings football sweatshirt. She was wearing her hair down too. It was longer than I thought it would be. I’d only ever seen her in uniform, and her hair was always pulled back. She looked younger like this. I hugged her again.

“Do you want a drink, Officer Sanchez?” I asked her.

“Well, sure. Do you have any beer?” she asked me.

I looked at Mom, who said, “Look in the back of the fridge.”

I rummaged in the fridge and found a bottle of beer.

“Do you want a glass, Officer Sanchez?” I asked.

“Nope, just out of the bottle is fine.” She put her hand on my chin and tilted my head up toward her big dark brown eyes. “Please, just call me Sandie, okay?”

I smiled at her and nodded my head, “Okay.”

Sandie opened her beer, looked at Jean’s drink, and said to Mom, “Hey, Carol. Is there a chance I could have a shot with this?”

Mom named a bunch of stuff and when she said Tequila, Sandie said, “Yes! That would be perfect.” And Mom poured some into a shot glass and put it by Sandie.

“Cheers y’all,” she said, then tilted her head back and emptied the shot glass.

“Hey, I love tequila. I’ll have some too, Carol,” said Mrs. Tran.

“How ‘bout I make you a margarita, Grace?” said my mom.

“Oh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks, Carol,” replied Mrs. Tran.

“That sounds good,” said Aunt Billie. “Since you’re making them anyway, Carol, I’ll have one too.”

“While you have it out, Carol, I’ll have another shot when you get around to it,” said Sandie.

Mom came over and poured Sandie another shot, and as Mom emptied the cocktail shaker in Jean’s glass, Mom said, “You better finish this, I need the shaker for the margaritas.”

As we played cards and the grownups drank, the conversation got sort of ‘adult’. Sandie looked a little nervous at first, till Mom said to her, “Don’t worry, Sandie, Katy’s heard it all before.”

Jean said, “One of the papers I graded today was by a female student. She’s a very bright girl, and she wrote about childhood incest. Her opinion, which was backed up by some studies I need to research, was that it’s not only more common than people think, but not always harmful. In fact, she feels it’s sometimes very beneficial.”

“I can go along with that,” said Mrs. Tran. “Carol and Billie already know all this. But I’ll tell you, Jean and Sandie. I was born in Vietnam. I was the youngest in my family, one brother, three sisters. I never remember not having sex with them. Our parents showed us everything. It’s very common over there. When I was thirteen years old, Mr. Tran came calling on me. He’s ten years older than me. We got married the next year with my parents’ blessing.

“I missed the sex with my family. Mr. Tran didn’t think that stuff was right. But he sure loved hearing about it when we were in bed. He moved here to America, and then sent for me. I was sixteen when I had Mary.”

“I promised my husband I wouldn’t do that sort of stuff with Mary. But when I had Lucy, he didn’t ask me to promise anything, so when she was four I started to have some fun with her. That was when I found out Lucy was also having fun with Mary. Then Katy here made Mary know I was doing things with Lucy. Mary then wanted for all us Tran girls to have sex fun, and we do.”

“I maybe shouldn’t say that with the law here. You won’t say anything, will you, Sandie?”

“Hey, no. I swear I won’t, Grace,” said Sandie looking down at the table. Then she looked up and laughed, “Let’s just say, what happens in Carol’s house, stays in Carol’s house. Um, in fact since we’re being so candid, I’ll tell you something.”

She drained her shot glass and said, “I have three sisters, two older, one younger. When I was, I guess, nine or ten, my little sister, who’s two years younger than me, said, ‘I got to show you something.’ She took me to our bedroom. All four of us girls shared the same room. It wasn’t unusual to see each other in our underwear, but we rarely saw each other nude.”

“Could I have another shot please, Carol?” Mom poured it for her. Sandie went on, “I asked her what she wanted to show me. She started to undo my jeans. I was too surprised at that to think clearly. I asked her what she thought she was doing. She said, ‘You have to let me put my finger in you, so I can stir your honey pot.’ I had no idea what she meant by that, but I didn’t stop her. Well, she masturbated me. She had caught my older sisters masturbating each other, and they had let her help. In fact, they gave her some lessons.”

“How old were your other sisters at the time?” asked Jean.

“Sixteen and thirteen. That night it all came out in the open. The next time the four of us were alone, well, you know.”

“Wow!” said Mrs. Tran, “Now I feel like masturbating.”

“When don’t you?” asked Aunt Billie.

“Why don’t I make a fire, and we’ll all chill out in the living room.” Mom said, then added, “Katy, go downstairs please, and get some more wood for me.”

“Sure, Mom. Sandie, would you help me please?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Sandie and me went to the basement together. I didn’t feel scared like I did when I was alone down there. We went over to where the wood was.

“I can carry more than you, so why don’t you pile some in my arms,” Sandie said.

Sandie bent over, and I kissed her quick on the lips.

“Why, thanks. What was that for?”

“Just cause I really like you.” I started to put some firewood in her arms. “Sometimes I think about you strip-searching me. I think it would have been kind of neat, maybe.”

“Well, you know that wouldn’t have really happened. Sheriff Johnson just said those things to make Mr. Conover feel sorry for you. Even if he had signed the charges, the Sheriff would have just let you go anyway, after Mr. Conover left.”

Sandie blushed and said, “Some nights I think about seeing yours and Pam’s bare butts.”

Now my face felt hot.

Sandie added, “You have a really nice butt for a kid.”

Some kind of goofy sound came out my mouth and I thanked her for saying I had a nice behind. I finished loading wood into Sandie’s arms, then I grabbed a fire starter brick, and we went back upstairs.

When we got to the living room, Jean, Aunt Billie, Mom, and Mrs. Tran were already in there sitting around. I took the small logs one at a time off Sandie’s arms and put them by the wood stove. I saw Mom had already taken a bunch of towels and put them in a pile on the coffee table. Sandie looked at them but didn’t say anything. Also the coffee table had been moved to near the front door, making a lot of open space in the living room.

Sandie sat in the crummy old chair with her shot and her beer. Mrs. Tran was sitting in the easy chair. Jean and Aunt Billie were next to each other in the middle of the couch. I sat on the floor and watched Mom make the fire.

The fire soon was going good. Mom shut the door on the wood stove. You could see the flames thru the slats in the door that Mom had left open. Mom walked over to the chair where Sandie sat. Mom bent over putting her hands on the arms of the chair.

Mom said, “Please let me thank you for the night you got Katy home so fast.” She kissed Sandie softly on the lips for a few seconds. Then Mom smiled at Sandie.

Sandie just sat there, but she was kind of starting to breathe a little hard. Mom kissed Sandie again, and Sandie was kissing Mom back. Slowly Sandie’s hands reached up and held Mom’s big boobies that were hanging down. Mom didn’t have a bra on and her big nipples were showing against the fabric of her t-shirt. When Sandie put her hands on Mom’s breasts they both moaned a little into each other’s mouths.

“Oh, yeah, that’s hot.” said Mrs. Tran. While we’d all been looking at Mom and Sandie, Mrs. Tran had taken off all her clothes. She’d put a towel on the easy chair, and her legs were spread. She was rubbing her finger around on her pussy.

Mom smiled and said to me, “Katy, you thank Sandie, too.”

I stood between Sandie’s legs and put my hands on the back of her neck. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I pulled back and smiled at her.

Sandie said, “What a nice smile. And those dimples, I could just eat you up.”

“You’ll get your chance soon, Sandie,” Mom said.

I moved in and kissed Sandie again. This time I gave her a French kiss.

She seemed to like it, and kissed me back. Sandie ran her hands up and down my back.

Mom said, “Don’t be shy, Sandie.”

I felt Mom’s arm behind me, then I felt Sandie’s hand on my butt.

“Go on and feel her ass up.”

I was still just wearing my bunny slippers and the big flannel shirt, which was like a dress on me. After a while, we broke the kiss. Sandie was hugging me when she made a little gasp. That made me look up. Sandie’s eyes were wide and her mouth was open. I turned to see what she was looking at.

While I’d been kissing Sandie, Mom had taken all her clothes off. As Mom ran her finger up and down her pussy lips, she said, “Kiss my daughter again. Kiss her and feel her ass while we watch. Please. It turns us all on.”

Sandie looked around the room, wide-eyed. She looked at Mrs. Tran masturbating. She looked at Aunt Billie and Jean holding hands on the couch.

They smiled at Sandie and nodded their heads.

Sandie looked at my mom standing naked in front of all of us, masturbating. Then Sandie put her hand on my flannel-covered ass, pulled me close and kissed me. Our tongues took turns in each other’s mouths.

Sandie stopped kissing me. She hugged me tight against her. Then she said, “Oh my god…”

I turned around to see what she was looking at now. Mrs. Tran was standing next to Mom.

Mrs. Tran was holding Mom’s boobs and sucking my mom’s big nipples. Mom had one finger moving up and down Mrs. Tran’s pussy lips, and was playing with Mrs. Tran’s nipples with her other hand.

Standing by the couch, Aunt Billie and Jean were undressing each other. I looked back at Mrs. Tran and Mom playing with each other’s pussies. I looked over by the couch again.

Aunt Billie and Jean were both naked now also. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, their fingers rubbing each other’s pussies.

“I… I can’t… I can’t believe this. It’s so beautiful. I… I’ve never done anything like this,” Sandie said.

“Well, first tip,” said my mom, with a big smile, “is that it’s best if you get naked too.”

Mom took me by the shoulders and moved me aside. Then she took each of Sandie’s hands and had her stand up.

Mrs. Tran undid Sandie’s blue jeans and yanked them down along with Sandie’s panties.

I was staring at Sandie’s pussy. It was wet. Her pussy lips were swollen. She had a triangle of black hair over her pussy and a little bit of short hair around her pussy lips.

Mom started to pull off Sandie’s sweatshirt.

“No! I mean, um…” Sandie said as she pulled back from Mom a little bit. “I have a pretty big scar on my back. I think it might scare Katy. It may turn the rest of you off too.”

“Let us be the judge of that,” Mom said as she hugged Sandie and then gave her a kiss. Sandie faced toward the rest of us and Mom stood behind Sandie. Mom pulled up the back of Sandie’s sweatshirt.

“I think we can handle it, Sandie.” Mom said. “Don’t be afraid or ashamed.”

Mom pulled the sweatshirt all the way off, and then took off Sandie’s bra.

We all loved Sandie’s boobies and nipples. They were small but very firm, like Mrs. Tran’s. Sandie’s nipples were big and brown. Mom said, “Let them see your back, Sandie. It’s okay. It won’t scare Katy.”

Mom put her hands on Sandie’s shoulders and turned her so her back was to us. “What do you think, Katy?” Mom asked me.

I said, “What scar?” To be honest, I was so busy looking at Sandie’s bare ass I didn’t even notice her back. Sandie had a real nice ass. Round but not too big. It looked firm. I wanted to kiss and touch her ass. I bent down a little and put a kiss on each of Sandie’s butt cheeks. I put my hands on her ass and felt her up.

I heard Aunt Billie say, “It’s pretty bad, but I don’t mind it.”

“Is it from your military service?” asked Mrs. Tran. Sandie just nodded.

“I’d like to hear more about it later,” said Jean. “Katy, if you’d take your eyes off Sandie’s ass for a moment, please, and look up.”

I did look up. Starting at the left shoulder blade and running diagonally to just above the right hip was a long deep line. At the top was a square about four inches that looked like it had been burned real bad. It looked like it might have been worse before maybe, but had been fixed up some.

“Golly, Sandie,” I said, “does it hurt?”

Sandie turned and faced us. “No. There’s really not much feeling at all along that part of my back.”

I told her, “I think it’s cool.”

Everyone was looking at me. Aunt Billie said, “Well, only one girl here isn’t naked yet.”

“Let me do the honors,” Mom said.

I stepped out of my bunny slippers. Mom got on her knees in front of me and unbuttoned the flannel shirt of hers that I was wearing. She stood up and slid the shirt off my shoulders and I stood there as naked as all the grownups.

Mom put her hands on my shoulders and slowly turned me in a circle so that the women could see all of me.

I thought how funny it was that just a couple months ago I was so embarrassed about being naked in front of grownups. Now I really liked the way they were all looking at me. Their eyes were moving up and down my body. Mostly they looked right at the middle of me, at my little slit. Now I understood why Mary had gone naked in front of my mom on New Year’s Day. She knew that my mom would like looking at her with no clothes on.

I think I understood. Grownup women liked seeing girls naked. Maybe they might think something dirty. Maybe they just thought it was cute. I knew now that I just enjoyed them seeing me naked. It was making me feel sexy.

I still couldn’t quite understand why looking at my long skinny legs and flat chest and tiny hairless pussy would be better than seeing each other’s boobs and grownup pussies. I liked seeing other girls around my age naked, but I really loved seeing older teens and grownup women naked.

Mrs. Tran said, “Well, Sandie, to reward you for your service to our country, I’d love to service you.”

Mom and Grace lay Sandie down on the floor over some towels. Mrs. Tran got on her tummy between Sandie’s legs. “I can’t wait to taste that nice looking pussy,” Mrs. Tran said.

“Grace, no, we shouldn’t,” Sandie said, as she looked up at me.

Mom said, “Relax, Sandie. We’re all friends here. I know what you’d like to see.”

Mom gave Sandie a kiss while she played with Sandie’s breasts. Then Mom positioned me so I was on my knees with a knee on either side of Sandie’s head. I was facing so I could see Mrs. Tran licking Sandie’s pussy.

Mom said, “That’s right, Sandie. Just look up at my daughter’s hairless sweet nine-year-old pussy. Look at her beautiful bare ass.” While Mom was saying this she played with Sandie’s nipples. Mrs. Tran had a finger in Sandie’s pussy, and was sucking on Sandie’s hard clit.

Mom went on, “If you want to touch Katy’s pussy or ass, go ahead. We’d all love to watch that.”

I said, “Yeah, Sandie. You can touch me or kiss me down there, or anything you want. I really like you, a lot.”

“Don’t be shy, Sandie. Katy means it,” said Mom. “I bet it’s been a long time since you saw a little girl pussy so close. Maybe not since your younger sister was still a little girl. I’m sure you and your sisters loved eating each other. You did do that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” answered Sandie. “I loved eating my little sister the most.” I could feel Sandie’s hot breath on my moist pussy as she said that.

Mom put her hands on my hips and started to place my opening over Sandie’s mouth. As she did this, Mom said, “Go on. Enjoy my daughter’s little girl pussy. You deserve it.”

Then Sandie’s hands were on my hips, and she pulled me the rest of the way down onto her mouth. Sandie kissed and then started to lick my pussy.

I heard Jean say, “Oh, that is so beautiful.” I looked over her way.

Jean and Aunt Billie were watching me sitting on Sandie’s face… watching Mrs. Tran licking and playing with Sandie’s pussy… watching Mom kissing my body up and down, while her fingers pulled on Sandie’s nipples.

I looked at what I was doing with the grownups on the floor, and then I watched Jean and Aunt Billie finger-fucking each other. They would kiss each other also, but didn’t take their eyes off the rest of us either.

As Mrs. Tran worked harder on Sandie’s pussy, Mom kept talking. “Grace really knows how to lick pussy, huh, Sandie?” Sandie grunted some sort of words into my pussy, which felt awesome.

Mom said, “You’re doing a good job on my little Katy. You should see her face. I think Katy’s real close to coming on your face from the good job you’re doing licking her little girl pussy. Are you getting close, Katy?” Mom asked as she now played with my tiny hard nipples.

“Mommy, I got to… Sandie, please don’t stop, I got to…”

I closed my eyes and against the darkness saw bright yellow lights. I opened my eyes and fell forward. I caught myself on my hands, and was on all fours. I’d had my little come. My head was almost against Mrs. Tran’s head.

I could see Sandie coming on Mrs. Tran’s mouth. I could feel Sandie squeezing my ass. I fell over on my side. Mrs. Tran was kissing my mouth and I was tasting Sandie’s cum.

I moved on to my back, spread my legs wide, pulled back my tight little pussy lips open as far as I could and said, “Please, Sandie, lick me some more. Please!”

Sandie got up on her hands and knees. She looked at me. Sandie put her face between my legs and started to lick me. Her tongue was all in and around my pussy. Sandie’s tongue was so hot, so wet and soft. Mom and Mrs. Tran were kissing me. I shouted out, “Oh golly, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I was just laying there. I felt so good. Mrs. Tran was laying next to me cuddling me. Mom and Sandie were on their knees kissing each other. Rubbing their tits together. Their fingers in each other’s pussy.

On the couch Jean was on her back with her mouth on Aunt Billie’s pussy. Aunt Billie was on her hands and knees facing the other way. Aunt Billie was looking at the ceiling, saying, “Oh fuck! Yeah! I’m coming!”

As soon as Aunt Billie started to calm down, she buried her face between Jean’s legs till Jean was smacking Aunt Billie’s ass with the palms of her hands.

Then Jean squeezed Aunt Billie’s ass and yelled out, “Eat me! I’m gonna come all over your face. Oh yes! Lick my cunt, Billie. Ah, you fucking dirty little girl whore! Ah, shit! I’m coming on your sweet face… I’m coming… Ah! Oh, fuck yeah!” Then they both just lay there on the couch looking over at us.

Mom and Sandie’s butt cheeks clenched tight as they both came on each other’s fingers. It was quiet. Except for the fire crackling and everyone breathing hard and panting. Then it was just the fire we heard.

We were all just looking around at each other. Sandie said, “Whew. I will never forget this night. Thank you all.”

“Hang on, Sandie,” said Aunt Billie. “We’re just getting started.”

“Yes,” Jean said. “We have a lot to talk about, and a lot to try yet.”

Mom said, “We’ll take a break, and then we’ll fool around some more.”

Sandie moved over to where her shot glass was. She drank it down in a big gulp, and finished what beer she had left. Then she smiled at all of us.

I yelled out, “I got dibs on licking Sandie’s pussy next!”

Everyone laughed, and Jean said, “Yes, fine. Let’s all clean up, have some refreshments, and then really have an orgy.”

We all agreed with her.

Continue on to Chapter 22

By Amanda

Author’s Note: 

Many terms used in this story are believed to be historically accurate though most of those terms are today considered racist, sexist, or homophobic. Phrasing and terminology of the time makes for a difficult read so I chose to use somewhat formal but more contemporary language for readability. It should be understood that the characters in the story would have, if they’d been real, been considered extreme liberals.

Accounts of events are believed to be plausible, however unlikely, though not true. There were, however, as early as the turn of the 19th century, cafes and salons in Paris which catered to lesbians. Historical information may or may not be entirely accurate but the treatment of homosexuality in the places mentioned is believed to be mostly accurate according to my research. Historical information about lesbians is virtually nonexistent. Terms like Boston Marriage had not been coined though accounts of romantic friendships between “dedicated spinsters” appear as early as the 18th century. This story is entirely made up and the characters are not even based loosely on any historical figure. But with that in mind, I recommend reading about post revolutionary war America and post French revolution France. There was a sexual revolution during that time in the U.S. unlike anything before or since. I’m glad I wrote this story for all the information I learned researching it.

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1790 – Harrisburg Pa. 

I am not a special woman I do not think. Or perhaps in my years and my experiences I am. I have lived a most uncommon life indeed. Some women might envy me, others would hate me for I have rejected the traditions of womanhood and opted instead to follow my own star, to live as I would want to. I have oft taken privilege where none was offered, and much of the time have taken what I wanted, without asking and without shame.

In my youth I must say I was quite naive. When I was very young, too young even to remember, I was orphaned in a fire. My mother died in the flames and my father gave his life to get me out of the house. I was three and a constable took pity on me. He took me to a house for girls, rather than an orphanage, run by two very good nuns. They were loving and virtuous women and bestowed such virtue and morality on us. I was raised there and as far as I ever knew, it was my only home.

The nuns taught us skills for the practical world. Sewing, cooking, mending. Everything a wife and mother would need to keep her home. However they insisted that a woman must also understand such things as mathematics and must certainly be able to read. Thus they educated us in many things.

It was when I was sixteen that I left them, going to work as a servant in a Mister William Baker’s home. He was a kind man, unmarried and nearly forty. He had no children and spent most of his days reading and writing. He had gone to university and studied literature, science, astronomy. He was a brilliant man and often regaled us with stories of his travels, his writings and readings, and took a particular delight in pointing out the stars, showing us, the servants, that is, the skies through his telescope.

I know such a relationship with servants is unusual to say the very least. But he was quite eccentric and I eventually came to understand that we were the only people he knew and felt he could talk to. It was while in the employ of this fine man that I met my first love.

For the whole of my youth I was taught that in time I would grow to maturity and a man would court me, then marry me. I assumed such a thing to be inevitable and never questioned its truth. It never even occurred to me that there could be anything else. And so when I felt a deep part of myself railing against such ideas I quashed it.

I was not the only maid in Mister Baker’s home. He had another, and the only other female servant, Molly. She was an Irish girl, young, not perhaps more than fourteen. She had been working for the Master of the house already a year when I came. We were roomed together and shared a bed since the room was too small for a second.

There was something in her green eyes when she looked at me. Something that awakened that rebellious voice I had silenced in my youth.

Now, you must understand, at the time I had no idea that her gaze was deliberate flirting. Such a thing would have never occurred to me. And to the casual observer, her touches, glances and smiles would seem no more than those gestures shared between two close girls.

But something in me understood. Between women such flirting is akin to a secret language. One we are born to, and don’t even know it. But only those women with whom such flirting may garner a reaction understand. I did not know that then, I was but a young girl, and not very worldly.

Molly, I did not know how, knew more than those innocent-looking green eyes told. She at fourteen was more worldly than I. And within my first three months of employment in the Good Mister Baker’s home, she and I had grown quite close.

I could not at the time describe my feelings for her. I knew I loved her but did not fully comprehend the type of love I felt.

The other servants encouraged me toward the stable boy. He was a strong and handsome young man, always hard at work tending the horses. He had taken a fancy to me and we courted shortly. But I simply never felt anything at all for him. No, indeed my feelings were all for Molly. Lovely little Molly.

I shan’t trouble you with the daily account of our growing relationship. Just know that three months we spent speaking this secret and surely forbidden language. A touch, a glance. Every morning it seemed that I awoke to find that in the night she had pressed herself to my back and draped her arm over my waist.

At first I assumed it to be an unconscious act, done in sleep. It was so frequent, though, that I began to wonder if she did not do this deliberately. I can’t exactly describe how awakening in the morn that way felt to me. But I knew I loved it. Feeling her close like that made my heart beat faster. I felt a tightening in my belly that was quite pleasant. I did not know it at the time, but I was falling in love.

It was in the fourth month I worked there that finally I would learn I was not alone in my feelings. We were in our room, sitting at our little table and eating. I had finished and we were talking across the table to one another when Molly took on the strangest look and became quiet. I was suddenly surprised as her hand came into contact with mine. I looked down to see her stroke the back of my hand with her thin fingers. When I looked back up she wore a very definite smile and I think it was then that I understood.

I grew silent and we shared that moment together. She was flirting, she did feel something more for me than friendship. And I her.

Without another word we stood together and began to kiss. She kissed me deeply and held me close. I was exhilarated. There were butterflies in my belly and I felt giddy. We did not need to speak as we moved to the bed and lay down side by side. A moment passed as we caught our breath and she turned to me.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” she whispered.

Like floodwater breaking over the bank my feelings overtook me. Yes, love, that was it, that was what I felt. “I love you too.”

For so long I had thought I was damaged, perhaps broken. I knew that the stable boy should have evoked an emotion in me and he did not. Certainly the problem had to be with me. But now, in the candlelight of our room, Molly showed me that there was nothing wrong at all. I could love, and recklessly so.

She rolled on top of me and began feverishly kissing me. I felt her hands on my sides, on my belly, and at last on my breasts. She unbuttoned my dress and slid it from my body. I lay there in my stockings and bloomers looking up at her, unsure. Even perhaps ashamed.

With a smile Molly removed her own dress and then pressed the warmth of her body against mine. Our breasts rubbed together as we kissed, and such fire was building in me as I had never known.

Molly’s lips left mine and she turned her attention to my young breasts. She lapped at my nipples and it sent shocks of pleasure to my sex. I was growing wet and suddenly became ashamed.

My shame became humiliation when she slid her hand into my bloomers and pressed her fingers inside me. I wanted to cry, but the smile on Molly’s face and in those magical eyes reassured me. She rubbed me in ways I’d never dreamt. I was powerless in her grasp. And then she took the last of my clothing, exposing my shame. I could not look her in the eyes, not at first. I closed my own eyes and perhaps would have stayed like that for the rest of the night if it had not been for the most curious sensation I think I had ever felt.

Molly had pushed her tongue into my sex, and it sent shivers throughout my body.

“What’s this then?” I gasped and pushed myself up on my elbows. She paused only a moment and smiled up at me, then returned to a task she seemed all too eager to finish.

I fell back against the bed and instinctively my knees rose up. Her fingers and her mouth worked together to enslave me to this passion. I wanted so much to be ashamed, but I was not, not any longer. It was overwhelming me. Each wave of pleasure that passed through my body seemed stronger than the last, until finally I became aware of something building with in me. Something new. Something almost frightening.

My body knew what I did not, and I was moving in a specific rhythm. Rocking my hips, my breath short and shallow. Molly conformed to my movements and suddenly it exploded out of me. My first climax. I had never dreamt such a thing. I had never heard of such a thing. But Molly, it seemed, had because her rhythm changed and it seemed that her fingers and tongue were working to draw this out. Such pleasure I had never known before but I would soon be embarrassed for experience.

When at last it had subsided, Molly slid up my body, kissing me as she did and laid atop me a short time before kissing me and rolling to lay on her side.

For a moment I lay fascinated with the new flavor on my lips. Her kiss was different now that she had done this thing to me, and I should have been disgusted, but I realize now that even then I was such a deviant as I loved it.

Molly took my hand in hers and kissed my fingers shortly. “Like this,” she said, pushing my hand into her bloomers and guiding my fingers on her sex. “Yes, there,” she sighed.

I felt it, a knot. I had never touched myself save through a washcloth and knew nothing of my body. But Molly knew. And tonight she would instruct me. With my hand in hers she massaged her sex. I watched fascinated by her as she moaned softly and her breaths became shortened.

I loved the way she felt beneath my fingers. Perhaps I was supposed to be disgusted, but no, indeed I was not. Her wetness on my fingertips. It urged me on, urged me to seek more. I wanted to know what she did, I wanted to return her kiss, but she held my hand fast and quickly manipulated a climax from herself, using my fingers.

When she was done, she pulled my hand from her and suckled my fingers. I could not believe it. I was both ashamed and enticed, and it was I who initiated the kiss that first allowed me to taste her.

Molly had not needed to explain to me how forbidden such a thing as we had done must be. We were sworn to secrecy in an unspoken oath. She was my first love, and for the following year I had her to myself.

During that year I learned that Molly had lived with her mother and father and her mother’s sister. It was this aunt who had taught Molly to appreciate the gentle touch of a woman. Her aunt had instructed her in all the ways of love between women. In turn, Molly taught me.

Of course at the time I could not actually imagine any other girls in the whole of the world that would do such things as Molly and I did. I knew it to be positively indecent, and something only myself and my lovely Molly engaged in.

A year, and all of my heart was in Molly’s hands. I loved her with total abandon. So much so that I did not notice that she did not love me so. It was the best year of my life, and I say that even now having known better lovers, and truer love, but she was my first and nothing ever quite compares to that.

Nor does anything compare to the heartbreak of your first love ending. I awoke on a particular morning. I found myself alone in bed and it was late by the sun through the window. I quickly dressed and went downstairs, then into the main house where I found Molly, Mister Baker, and a young man I did not know.

I did not need to be told who he was, though. The look in Molly’s eyes, it told me that she was leaving. I felt as though my heart had been torn from my body. I ached in every fiber of my being and lost even the ability to cry. She had been working for Mister Baker to save money, and the young man, her fiancée, had been sailing on one of Mister Baker’s ships. They were trying to save money to get married.

I collapsed to my knees and the good Mister had to help me back to my room. Molly and I had remained a secret all this time, but my reaction was not one of a girl losing her best friend. No, my collapse was that of one losing the love of her life.

Molly left that day without a word. I lay in my bed until nightfall when the butler brought up my food. He set it on my table and from the bed it looked so lonely there, knowing Molly would not join me, that I could not bear to eat.

It was late when the good Mister knocked at my door. I grunted his permission to enter and he came in, sitting at the table, in the seat Molly had always taken.

“Elizabeth,” he said, then remained silent for some time. “I knew I should have told you, but I did not know how.”

“And why would you have told me anything?”

“Come now, girl. There are no secrets in this house. We are six hours ride from town and have few visitors. You loved her, you were sweethearts.”

“How could you know that?” I gasped, now afraid. For not only had I lost my Molly, but this may well be the beginning of me losing my home and employment as well.

“Come now. I am a man of the world. I have read the great works of every author for whom I can find a book, and no literary scholar worth their salt does not know of Sappho.”

“Sappho?” My tears paused a moment, and I sat up, interested.

“Long ago in Greece there was a woman, she was a poet and quite good actually. She fell in love with one of her students… a girl… and when the girl did not love her the same, she threw herself from a cliff.”

“Sappho, so I’m not the first.” I was relieved. I had never heard of such a thing as Molly and I nor the things we did and so I assumed we must be the only ones.

He laughed and shook his head. “Of course not, girl. Perhaps alone in Harrisburg. But not in the world today.”

“And you are not disgusted.” I had to know. He spoke so casually. All of this was so unusual to me. I was but a servant and here he was, come to comfort me. Comfort me for the loss of my female lover.

“No, I think I am not. I have read countless books and such a thing is not new or unusual to me.” He patted my back and then left me in the darkness of my room.

I was grateful to him, and that night came to love him as a big brother or perhaps a father figure, but still, I realized in the loneliness of my room that this place no longer held anything for me. I resolved then to leave. I would go to Philadelphia. Perhaps there were women like me there. Perhaps I could meet them and somehow they could save me from this unimaginable heartbreak.

I left the Baker house soon after, with a single bag containing two dresses and a hat I knew I would never wear. The good Mister was flagrant with his wealth and even in his disappointment, he took me to town and saw me to a coach.

In my time in his house I had managed to save two British pounds, the coin with which Mister Baker paid us. He warned me that in Philadelphia I would need to find somewhere to trade them for Spanish dollars, the currency most favored, or even better, gold, a currency one could count on being accepted anywhere.

I left my youth, my innocence and my heart behind that day as we rode on to my new life, the life that I hoped would make me forget the love I had lost.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda Lynn

Piper woke the next morning feeling well rested and satisfied. Reaching over for Brooke, she found only an empty bed beside her.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room. She was alone. Piper stretched and looked up at the ceiling and smiled, seeing the large poster of a sexy Ariana Grande that was pinned there above Brooke’s bed. Piper studied the singer’s body while thinking about the wonderful things she had done with Brooke the night before. She thought about what Brooke had said about her and Neve having sex. The thought sent little thrills through her, and she couldn’t help but wonder what that was like. She wondered what it would be like with her own mother. Piper thought her mother was beautiful, much like her sexy aunt.

The thoughts she was having stirred her arousal. Seeking out her sex, she was amused when she felt the stickiness of last night’s arousal on her smooth folds, along with new wetness at her entrance. Piper used a finger to tease her young clit and began to swirl the tip around it, enjoying the warm sensations this brought.

That was the moment the bedroom door swung open.

“Time to get up, sleepy head!” Brooke shouted, as she bounded into the room and dropped down on the bed beside Piper.

Piper jumped with fright and quickly pulled her hand from between her legs. She felt the heat in her face rise, not sure if Brooke could tell what she had been doing.

Brooke raised an eyebrow. “Were you being naughty?” she teased.

Piper felt herself turn redder, if that was possible, and brought her hands up to cover her face. She felt Brooke take her hand, the one that had just been playing in her juices. Piper moved her other hand from her face and watched as Brooke brought the hand close to her face, sniffed, then slowly sucked on the three long fingers of her hand. Piper moaned, then jumped again when Brooke dropped her hand and grabbed the covers, pulling them off her naked body with a jerk.

Brooke gave her cousin a quick kiss before standing and heading for the door. “Come on, Pipes, breakfast will be ready soon.”

Piper stared at the door. The cool air on the wetness of her exposed pussy caused her to shiver. Sighing, she got up and headed for the shower. Piper washed quickly, spending a little extra time on her clit. However, any hopes of getting off in the shower would have to wait. Piper knew that Brooke and Neve were waiting on her, and trying to rush the orgasm would just have killed the mood.

When she finished in the bathroom, she went back to Brooke’s room and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. As she headed for the kitchen, the aroma of bacon cooking made her stomach growl.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Neve greeted her as she sat at the kitchen table next to Brooke.

“Morning, Auntie Neve.”

“Hungry? We have bacon and eggs, unless you would rather have cereal or something,” Neve said.

Piper shook her head and licked her lips, “Bacon and eggs are my favs.”

“Excellent. Coming right up, then.”

Piper turned to Brooke to speak, but before she could get the words out, Brooke leaned over and kissed her hotly on the lips.

“Were you able to finish?” Brooke asked in a small voice.

“Finish what?”

Brooke tilted her head and raised an eyebrow as she put a hand on Piper’s inner thigh. “You know. Finish.” She pushed her hand between Piper’s legs and cupped her crotch.

Piper’s eyes went wide, and she pushed her cousin’s hand away. “Brooke!” she scolded quietly as she glanced over to see if Neve had noticed.

“Well, did you?”

Piper felt the heat in her face rise again. With a furrowed brow, she looked down at the table. “No,” she replied indignantly. Brooke giggled and patted Piper’s leg.

“Did she what?” Neve asked as she set two plates of food down in front of the girls.

“Oh, I just asked Piper if she finished after I interrupted her… um, morning entertainment,” Brooke said with a chuckle and a devilish grin.

“O-M-G! Brooke!” Piper yelled. Horrified, she buried her face in her hands. Her face burned with embarrassment and tears stung her eyes. Why would she say that? Piper wanted to crawl under the table and die.

“No need to be embarrassed, sweetie,” Neve consoled her. “We’ve all been there. Just ask Brooke how many times I’ve walked in on her with her fingers or something else stuck in her pussy.”

Heading back to the stove to get her own plate, Neve said to her daughter. “Brooke, you really shouldn’t humiliate your cousin like that. It’s not very nice.”

“I’m sorry, Pipes. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I was just joking around,” Brooke said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Piper took her hands from her face and glared at her cousin. “It wasn’t very funny.”

Brooke leaned over and hugged her, then kissed away her tears. “I’m sorry.”

Piper gave her a dispassionate hug then returned to her breakfast. She had eaten a couple of forkfuls of egg by the time Neve sat at the table across from her. Piper saw Neve give Brooke a stern look after noticing her tear-stained cheeks.

“So, exactly what were the other things she had stuck in her pussy?” Piper asked her aunt after a few moments of silence. She looked over at Brooke, a big grin on her face.

Now it was Brooke’s turn to blush. Brooke looked at her mother, eyes pleading her not to tell.

“Well, let’s see,” Neve said, giving Brooke a sly grin. Holding up a hand, she curled a finger as she counted down the list of objects. “There was a toothbrush, a hairbrush, a sharpie, and a Barbie doll, if I remember rightly.”

“Mom!” Brooke groaned.

Both Piper and Neve chuckled at Brooke’s apparent discomfort. Brooke too joined in the laughter after a few moments.

After they had a good laugh, they chatted and finished their meal. Both girls insisted that Neve go relax and they would clean up the kitchen. Thanking them, Neve did just that.

Once Neve was out of sight, Brooke pulled Piper into a warm embrace and kissed her softly.

“I really am sorry, Pipes. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“It’s okay, Brooke. I got you back anyway.” Piper started to grab the dirty plates from the table. “A Barbie? Really?” she giggled.

“I can show you, if you like.” Brooked grinned as she opened the dishwasher.

The girls laughed and finished cleaning up the kitchen. Once they were done, they went into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Neve looked up from the book she was reading. Smiling she marked the page and closed the book, setting it on the table.

“Thanks, girls. I appreciate your help in the kitchen,” she said, swiveling the chair to face the sofa.

“Brooke, sweetie, I think maybe you should apologize to Piper,” Neve said with a wink and a grin.

Piper was about to tell her aunt that it wasn’t necessary, but was interrupted by a hand on her chin. She turned to look at Brooke and was surprised by a sudden firm kiss on her lips, and Brooke’s arms wrapped around her before she could pull away.

The kiss was intense and passionate. Piper felt herself blush. She was enjoying the kiss. She always enjoyed Brooke’s kisses. But Piper was painfully aware of her aunt’s presence in the room and wondered what she was making of this display. Of course, Neve was the one who had suggested that Brooke apologize. Is this what she wanted to see? Did she want to watch the two of us make out?

Piper tried to look over at her aunt. With her mouth still fused to Brooke’s, she could only see her out of the corner of her eye.

Neve sat quietly in her chair, her hands on the armrest, a naughty smile on her lips, apparently enjoying the show.

Piper turned her attention back to Brooke, bringing her arms up to embrace her. As they continued to kiss, she could feel the need that had been denied her earlier beginning to build again. Piper pushed her tongue past Brooke’s soft lips and eagerly explored her mouth.

Brooke groaned in response as their tongues touched.

Their bodies pushed together and their hands moved over each other’s backs as if searching for something. Brooke pushed Piper down onto the sofa and lay against her, never breaking the kiss.

“That’s it, girls,” Piper heard Neve say in a seductive voice. “Brooke, I think you should help Piper finish what she couldn’t earlier.”

Piper gasped. She was suddenly filled with an intense rush of excitement and an equally strong feeling of trepidation. She could feel herself getting wet. Piper was finding it hard to breathe, and was glad when Brooke broke the kiss and she was able to suck in a lungful of air.

But when Brooke didn’t resume the kiss, Piper opened her eyes in time to see her sexy cousin inching her way down her body. Oh, god. Is she going to do this, here, in front of Neve?

“Brooke,” she whimpered when the girl paused at her waist and pushed her tee shirt up, exposing the smooth skin of her belly.

Brooke planted little kisses all over her midriff. Piper was turned on, but also very self-conscious knowing that Neve was watching them — her daughter and her niece about to have sex.

Without thought, Piper lifted her hips at the feeling of her shorts and panties being pulled down her thighs and off her legs. She felt Brooke’s hands on her knees, gently pushing them apart. Soft caresses soon followed. Piper groaned. Little pleasurable flashes shot through her as the pressure in her center grew.

Brooke’s hot breath on her wet labia caused Piper to twitch. She opened her eyes again and looked down at her cousin’s mouth, only a fraction of an inch from her now aching pussy.

Brooke’s blue eyes sparkled, looking up at Piper as her tongue peeked out and grazed the smoothness of Piper’s sensitive flesh.

Piper moaned softly and stole a glance over to her aunt. What she saw surprised her and also brought forth a new flood of arousal to her already sodden vagina. Neve’s eyes were closed and her breasts bare. Her tank top lay in a heap on the floor. She pinched at a dark brown nipple with one hand as the other moved urgently inside her shorts, eliciting throaty moans from Neve.

A soft kiss to her clit brought Piper’s attention back to Brooke. Damn, it felt so good. The climax that had eluded her earlier this morning was building once again, a second chance for release not far off. Brooke’s fingers spread the delicate folds allowing the flat of her tongue to move from opening to clit.

Piper began to tremble as Brooke continued to lick the length of her slit. Any negative feelings she may have had from doing this in front of her aunt had long since disappeared. Now that she was on the brink of orgasm, she wondered if maybe Neve would join Brooke between her legs.

Her hips thrust up when Brooke took her swollen bud into her mouth and caught it between her teeth. She pulled on it, allowing her teeth to drag across the sensitive bundle of nerves. Piper cried out, clutching at the sofa.

Brooke’s assault on her clit continued and was soon joined by the presence of a finger being pushed into her wet, pink opening. Piper was close, it was right there, waiting in the shadows for its moment. Piper’s hips were pumping up against Brooke’s downward thrusts. She brought a hand to the back of Brooke’s head and pushed it into her pussy.

“That’s it, sweetie. Come for Brooke,” a voice said in her ear. Piper’s eyes snapped opened.

Neve’s smiling face was just inches from hers. Piper came hard, crying out as the orgasm erupted throughout her body. She stiffened and shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocketed through her. Piper’s muscles relaxed, and she collapsed back on the sofa. Still panting, she opened her eyes again.

Having already brought herself to climax, Neve was naked and kneeling beside Piper. Her hand lay on the young girl’s belly, slowly caressing the smooth, sweaty skin.

Piper looked down at Brooke who was smiling back at her. Her face glistened with Piper’s juices. Piper moaned softly as she felt Brooke’s finger gently pull out of her. Her breath hitched when she saw Brooke offer her nectar-covered fingers to her mother.

Neve, still looking into Piper’s eyes, grinned and slowly licked the juices from her daughter’s fingers. Piper came again.

She gasped at the suddenness of it, shocked by its spontaneity. How could such a simple, yet naughty, act cause her to orgasm again? Without being touched even!

Piper lay there watching her aunt playing with Brooke’s fingers as she came down, and sighed as the warmth of the aftershocks slowly melted away. Then, filled with a new sense of courage, she reached up with both arms toward her aunt.

Neve smiled and bent down into her embrace until their lips met. Piper melted into the kiss, daring to push her tongue into Neve’s mouth. She wasn’t disappointed when she immediately felt a tongue touch hers and begin to search her mouth. As they kissed, she felt Brooke slide up her body and lie between her and the back of the sofa, Brooke started kissing and licking the soft flesh of her neck.

Neve broke the kiss and asked. “Was that a suitable apology, Piper?”

Piper smiled and turned her head to face Brooke. She kissed her softly, tasting her own juices. “Apology accepted,” she said with a giggle and a broad smile.

Neve stood and walked back to the swivel armchair. Sitting, she ensured that she was facing the sofa and then spread her legs. Piper swallowed as she watched the older woman run her hand down over her flat belly and through the neatly trimmed bush of curly brown pubic hair that sat just above her glistening slit.

With a practiced finger, Neve slowly rubbed the engorged clit that poked proudly from between her swollen lips. She dipped her finger down through wet folds and into her entrance, only to pull it out again, smearing thick creamy juices over her needy cunt.

“Piper, honey, would you like to lick Brooke’s pussy now?”

“Okay, but I… um… I’ve never…” Piper said shyly.

Neve smiled. Forgetting about her own needs for the moment, she made her way back to the sofa.

“Brooke, sit up, honey,” Neve said, “and I’ll give Piper a quick lesson. Piper, come kneel here beside me.”

The girls untangled themselves from their embrace. Brooke sat up on the sofa in front of her mother while Piper got to her knees beside Neve. Once on her knees, Neve spread her daughter’s thighs.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it, Piper?” Neve asked.

“Uh-huh.” Piper stared at her cousin’s glistening slit.

Piper watched as her aunt placed a finger at Brooke’s entrance and pushed it in. Brooke gasped.

“She is so wet,” Neve said softly, pulling the finger out and running it up through Brooke’s folds to her clit. Neve rubbed her finger around her daughter’s swollen bud. Brooke moaned and bucked in response.

“Surely you’ve touched Brooke’s pussy? I mean, from the noises you two made last night I can only assume…”

Piper’s cheeks burned. She heard us? Oh, god. She glanced up to Brooke’s face. She too was turning red, but Piper doubted it was from embarrassment. Her cousin’s rapid breathing confirmed that doubt.

Swallowing to soothe her dry throat, Piper replied, “Uh-huh.”

She looked back down to Neve’s busy fingers. They continued to swirl and play on Brooke’s clit.

Possibly sensing Brooke’s impending climax, Neve took her fingers away and leaned in. She gave the length of her daughter’s slit a gentle lick and then sucked on her clit for just a moment. “See Piper, just like that. Now you try. Do the things that feel good to you. Brooke will tell you what she likes.”

Piper beamed a smile. Eager to try, she quickly took Neve’s place between Brooke’s legs. The scent of arousal wafted around them, and Piper inhaled deeply. She brought her face closer to her cousin’s sex, running her hands along the silky-smooth skin of her thighs. She glanced up momentarily as Brooke moaned.

When Piper’s lips lightly touched the deliciously wet folds, Brooke lay back, sliding her ass closer to the edge of the sofa and splaying her legs wide. Piper kissed the soft flesh for only a few seconds, mustering the courage to lick her cousin.

Tentatively, she extended her tongue. What if I don’t like the taste? Will she be mad? she worried. The tip of her tongue made contact, barely. So far, so good. Slowly, she pushed through the slick folds and curled her tongue in a lapping motion. Bringing her tongue back into her mouth she paused just for a moment. Not so bad. Not much different than my own. A bit of a tang, though.

“Pipes! What are you doing? Don’t tease!” Brooke whined.

Piper looked up at her cousin. “Sorry,” she whispered apologetically.

Returning her attention to the delights in front of her, Piper pushed her tongue back into Brooke’s folds and began licking as if she was eating a quickly melting ice cream cone. Her cousin’s honey filled her mouth. But her movements were soon halted when Brooke grasped her head with both hands.

“Suck my clit, Pipes,” Brooke pleaded.

Piper swallowed and adjusted her position. She placed her mouth at the top of Brooke’s slit and quickly found the swollen bud, then sucked it into her mouth. Remembering what Neve had said about doing what felt good to her, she used her tongue to flick at it as she sucked.

Brooke responded instantly. Her hips thrust upward, pushing against Piper’s mouth.

Sucking and toying with the older girl’s clit, Piper pushed two fingers into Brooke’s opening. She pumped her fingers, slowly at first, increasing the rhythm gradually.

“Yes,” Brooke hissed. “Fuck me, Pipes!”

Piper did as she was asked. Her own pussy was beginning to beg for attention again. As if reading her mind, Piper felt a hand touch her lower back and move over her ass and down between her legs. Her own excitement grew knowing her aunt was rubbing her pussy.

Brooke continued to hold Piper’s head and grind herself into the girl’s mouth, with Piper moaning into Brooke’s pussy as Neve rubbed her niece’s clit in a rapid circular motion. Piper’s body shuddered and twitched, and she felt an orgasm quickly approaching.

Oh, my god! She’s touching me, and it feels so good, Piper thought. She then felt Neve’s tongue push into her opening. Piper bucked, unable to control the spasms that chased through her. Brooke pushed Piper’s face away from her clit and down to her entrance as she came. Piper sucked on Brooke as a new rush of juices flowed from her.

Neve’s tongue pushed deep into Piper for only a couple more moments before she too came on her aunt’s face. Piper fell to one side, resting her hip on the floor and panting. Her face was covered in the juices of her cousin and Neve was soon there to kiss and lick her clean.

Neve sat back on her heels and looked at Piper. Piper saw the concern in her eyes. Guessing at what her aunt was feeling, she smiled. “That felt really… wow, Auntie Neve.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with it? I mean, I really should have asked you first. I’m just used to being with Brooke and…” Neve trailed off.

“It’s okay. Honest,” Piper reassured her.

Neve smiled and gave Piper a quick kiss before turning to Brooke. “And how about you, sweetie? Everything good?”

“Everything is awesome, Mom,” Brooke said with a wide grin. “Piper did really well for her first time.”

“And don’t worry, Auntie Neve. I know how to keep a secret,” Piper added.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think your mother would be too happy if she knew what just happened,” Neve said with a big grin as she stood and retrieved her clothes. “Why don’t you two go for a dip? I need to have a shower.”

Crawling up onto the sofa, Piper sat beside Brooke and they watched Neve’s ass wiggle as she headed for the shower. After giving Brooke a steamy kiss, she rested her head on Brooke’s shoulder.

“That was so much fun. I can’t believe that Auntie Neve stuck her tongue in my pussy, though.”

“Did you like it?”

Piper nodded enthusiastically. “For sure. I see where you learned it from now,” she giggled. “I guess you told her that I know about you two.”

“Yeah, before you got up this morning,” Brooke replied as she stood up and held out a hand to Piper.

Piper stood, and the two girls headed outside. Piper wondered as they walked if her mother would ever consider doing what Neve had done to her. The thought sent delicious little shivers down her spine that reached around and tickled her clit.

Continue on to Chapter 6