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Shooting with Helena, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 12, 2018 at 7:40 am

By Cassie

When I next awoke, sunlight was streaming though a crack in the curtains of Helena’s room. A radio was playing quietly off to one side, and there was a constant hissing noise in the background. I rubbed sleepy eyes and sat up alone in my sister’s bed. I felt my heart jump a little and wondered at her absence. Then I adjusted to sounds around me and realised that the hissing sound was the shower in Helena’s bathroom. The shower that was supposed to be broken.

Verrry interesting, I thought with a grin. I got out of bed and padded over to the shower cubicle. This time, I chose to announce myself by knocking on the glass door.

“Hey, sis. Room in there for two?”

There was a pause, then Helena opened the door. Her long hair looked a darker shade of blonde — wet and plastered to her head and shoulders. She had soapy water still running down her body, and the nipples on her breasts looked pert and alive. She looked the very picture of a glamour model in a nude photo shoot, and I realised why people would spend money to look at pictures of her, like the ones Sasha took.

“Come on in,” she said. “Wanna get wet?”

“Sure,” I smiled back, stepping into the cubicle. Helena adjusted the shower head back onto the rack where the water was able to reach us both.

“Ah, that feels good!” I said, as the hot water began to trickle down my spine and between my ass cheeks. Helena smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Something was wrong. Neither of us knew what to say, how to make conversation after the lovemaking we’d shared a few hours earlier. So we showered in silence, offering smiles, or small sounds of apology when my ass rubbed against her hip, or her shoulder brushed against my breasts.

Eventually, I stopped, sighed dramatically and turned to face her. Helen gave me a nervous look, knowing that we had to ‘talk’.

“Look,” I said, trying to hold my voice together, “Are we okay? With each other, I mean? After last night, I–”

“We’re good,” said Helena, hurriedly. “At least I’m good with it. Um.”

I stared into my sister’s beautiful green eyes, searching for a clue, a scrap of understanding.

“I need to know something,” I said, my voice cracking, and barely audible over the insistent hiss of the shower.

“What is it?” said Helena, touching my arm with her hand.

“Do you love me?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes.

Helena’s eyes grew wide, and she took my face between her hands. “Oh, Cassie… is that what you’re worried about? God, yes, of course I love you. You’re my sister. I’ll always love you, no matter what.” Then her gaze grew soft and warm. “Actually, now I love you even more than as a sister. You know that, don’t you?”

“I love you so much,” I said, feeling the tears begin to sting my eyes. I couldn’t look at her anymore. She was too beautiful, too difficult for me to comprehend. “I love you so much and I–”

“Shh, shh,” Helena said, stepping toward me to gather me into an embrace. We held each other for a long moment, arms wrapped round each other’s slim bodies as the shower rained a tattoo of water down us both.

We stepped a little apart, and I smiled awkwardly at my sister. “I do love you,” I said. “I really do. But after last night, I, I…”

“You don’t want me?” Helena said, a fearful look crossing her eyebrows.

“No, God no!” I said. “That’s just it.” I took her face in my hands and caressed her cheeks. “I look at you now and I want you. Want you as a lover, like we had each other last night. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you so much I can’t think properly, and I’m afraid, so afraid, Lena, that wanting you will hurt me, hurt us both.”

“It won’t, sis,” Helena said, pleading in her voice, “It really won’t. We’ll always love each other. That’s what sisters do. For life.”

I stared at her. “And last night? Do we do that for life?”

Helena looked down at her toes, as though I’d asked the one question she didn’t want me to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said, quietly. “I really don’t know, Cass,” she said, finally looking back up at me. She was quiet for a moment, then seemed to gather herself and stand a little straighter.

“But I do know that I want you right now, and will want you next week and the week after that and the month after that, and maybe the year… for as long as we both want to keep being lovers. I’ve never needed someone so much, Cassie. And I’ve never felt so comfortable being with someone as I have with you… and so loved. Like I told you last night, I want to do it all with you.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, thinking back to last night and how hot we made each other. “Do you think we’ve covered the list yet?” I giggled, referring to the list of sex acts we’d be prepared to do to each other for Sasha’s photo shoots.

“I think we’ve gone way beyond lists,” Helena said, a little more seriously. She reached up and caressed my face, drawing her finger across the line of my lips. “Way, way beyond,” she said dreamily, moving closer and tilting her head to kiss me. I closed my eyes and felt her lips press against mine. He arms locked around my waist and I draped mine around her neck.

We kissed under the hot water of her shower, exploring and losing ourselves in the glorious dart and roll of each other’s tongues. I felt Helena’s hands dip down past the small of my back. Her palms brushed over the cheeks of my ass, and it felt good. I knew then that there were no inhibitions with my sister. I loved Helena unconditionally, so my sex with her would be like that too. I arched my back a little and drew my hips closer toward her, giving her hands more freedom to roam. I felt her fingers start to explore the cleft between my ass cheeks, and brush against my asshole. I broke off the kiss.

“Do you still want to do it all with me, sis?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Uh-huh,” Helena said, nodding for added confirmation. I shifted a little, so that I was on one side of her, with my legs apart. I took one of her hands and folded back her fingers until just her middle finger was left out. Then I drew it behind me and pressed it up against my asshole. I left it there and put my hands up against the wall of the cubicle, police-frisk style.

“You can do anything you want with me, sis,” I said. “Anything at all.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, submitting utterly to her touch. I felt Helena remove her hand then, a moment later, she was back. Her fingers slipping up and down the split between my cheeks, exploring the crack of my ass. Without saying anything, she began to slowly push her middle finger inside me. I’d never felt anything like it before, and it made me gasp with pleasure. Just submitting myself to my sister’s whim made me feel hot. Helen began to fuck my ass with her finger very fast and deep, squeezing one, then two fingers into my well-lubed rectum. I didn’t want her to stop.

My fingers found their way to her dripping nest, and we fucked like crazy in the shower, kissing hotly until we both exploded in frantic orgasms. We held each other in the streaming water for a long time, then quietly washed ourselves clean and stepped from the shower cubicle.

Later, when we were towelling each other off by her bedside, Helena suddenly spoke, her face serious. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sis. And there’s a lot I’m learning about myself too. Especially what turns me on.”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Well, what doesn’t turn you on?” I asked.

“That’s what I want to find out,” she replied, very matter-of-factly. “The more I grew into my body, the more I learned about what turns me on. And it’s a lot. Now I want to learn where those limits are. And I want to explore those limits with you.”

I dropped my towel and stepped up close to my beautiful little sister. I put my hands to her sides and began to stroke them, from her ribs down to the curves of her hips and back up again.

“Am I your limit, little sister?” I asked, trying to sound serious, and sexy at the same time. Helena smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me very gently on the lips. She pulled be into an intimate embrace, closing the contact between us so that her breasts squashed against mine, and her long smooth legs rubbed against me. She kissed my neck once, twice, then move up to my ear and whispered;

“You’re just the beginning of my limits, Cassie. I love you more than anything, so that’s what I want to do with you; anything. Everything.” she repeated, kissing the soft flesh of my ear. “We’re not just sisters anymore, you know. You and I are lovers, now… and our adventure together is only getting started.”

I felt a shiver ripple through the whole of my body. I never knew how incredible my sister was, never knew how sexy she could make me feel. And the very thought of what we could do together made me tingle.

Just think, not long ago I was shocked and outraged by what Helena had written down on her list of things to do to me. Now that list seemed like ancient history. The taboo kiss of yesteryear between two illicit lovers compared to the fuck and tumble of teenagers these days. My lips found Helena’s neck and I kissed her soft skin. We had forged something between us that I thought was unique, and knew was utterly special. And I knew that together, we would do exactly what my little sister wanted.

As we were starting to kiss each other and make love all over again, slumped against her bedroom wall, Helena’s cellphone beeped. She broke off and, giving me a lop-sided grin, skipped over to her bedside table to retrieve the phone. She slipped the phone open and stared intently at it for a few minutes. Then she snapped it shut with a snap and put it down, padded over to her bed and lay down.

She looked up to me, nibbling at her lower lip. That suddenly seemed very sexy to me all of a sudden, where before I wouldn’t have noticed.  “It was Sasha,” she said, remaining beautifully naked on her bed. “She wants to know if we have any free time today. She wants to know if we’re ready for another shoot.”

I walked over to my sister and rolled her over, so she was lying on her back. Her ash-blonde hair spilled out into a corona around her head and she stared up at me with large, wide eyes. I clambered up over her, straddling her tummy so that she could feel the hair of my pussy tickle her skin.

“I’m ready,” I said, smiling with a certainty of conviction. I pinned her arms to the bed with my hands and bent over her body, my small breasts hanging close above her face. There were no barriers between me and Helena anymore, as far as I was concerned. But Helena frowned.

“The thing is,” she said, with that intelligence I knew I could never match, “How much do we want other people to know about us, or see us do together? Do we keep our lovemaking something private, or do we show it off, and see where it leads?”

I sat upright, feeling my pussy press against the muscles of Helena’s stomach, struck by this thought.

It was at that very moment that our mom walked unannounced into the room.

She stood, frozen for several moments, staring at the picture of the two of us naked sisters together on Helena’s bed. Lena and I did not move a muscle as the frown on Mom’s face deepened and she said, “What the hell is going on here?”

I could tell that I was going red already; blushing uncontrollably from the chest upwards, with my ears and cheeks starting to burn with heat and shame. I was literally lost for words.

But my beautiful sister wasn’t. She craned her head backwards and threw the kind of look toward Mom that spoke of a terrible injustice. “Mom, can you tell this… this bitch that she cannot come in here and use my shower, then take my stuff!”

Mom looked from Helena to me, then said, “Cassiope?” in her arbiter-of-all voice. I continued to stare dumbfounded, and blush while blood continued to rush into my neck and face. Helena pretended to thrash underneath me.

“Mom, ow! She’s hurting me. She’s such a cow!”

Mom used this as a cue to come into the room and close the door behind her. “Cassiope, get off your sister at once!” she said, waving her arms as if to shoo me away.
“Look at the state of you two. Not a stitch of clothing on either of you! What if I had guests in the house, hmm?”

I clambered awkwardly off my sister’s bed and stood there like an idiot, holding the first thing I could up against my naked body, which happened to be the little blue summer dress Helena had laid out to wear that day. I felt an enormous rush of embarrassment that Mom had almost caught her two daughters making love to each other but, worse than that, felt incredibly foolish that I hadn’t been as quick, or clever as my sister to invent an excuse.

“Now what is this all about?” said Mom, coming to stand in front of us, hands on hips.

Our mother still looked great for her age; short blonde hair — touched with only a little help from the hairdresser’s dye now and again — an angular face that she still kept wrinkle free and painted with only a little make-up, and a body kept trim by hours of swimming and tennis, the two activities she’d loved when she was younger. But since Mom had turned forty a few years ago, she’d decided that she needed to wear more comfortable clothes, as she’d moved on to a different phase in her life. Actually, a better word to describe our mother’s wardrobe would be dowdy. No skirts hemmed higher than the knee. No tops fitted to show off her breasts, which suffered only a little sag from their best years. And the shoes had lower heels too. Helena and I had used birthdays and Christmases to buy Mom some sexier clothes, but she never seemed to wear them much. It as was if she were resigned to sliding into the role of Frumpy Mom by choice, rather than age or circumstance.

Today she was wearing a long, loose beige top, her purple tweed skirt — cut daringly to expose both knees — and flat-heeled black court shoes. A string of fake pearls were hung around her neck, and a pair of large stud earrings topped off a visual package that aged her a good five or ten years. She cocked her head to one side as she looked from my sister to me.

Helena sat up on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover herself. I noticed that she had not blushed. Not one little bit. “Okay Mom, here’s how it is,” she said, ticking fingers off one hand. “First, Cassie tells me that her shower is broke, so I let her use mine. Then, she takes all my best shampoo and empties it on her crow’s nest of a head–”

Mom went to chastise Helena for being rude, but Lena just waved it away. “Whatever. And then, while I’m getting ready for my own shower, she tries to steal my dress, Mom! I was going to wear that one today!”

Mom looked over at me. I was still blushing hard, and trying to cover my breasts and hips with the little summer dress. “Is this true?” she said.

“Mom,” I said, finally finding my voice, “This is just a big mistake. Sure, I wanted to use Helena’s shower, but I didn’t want to steal her dress. I mean, I thought it was my dress. And then she called me a fat cow and I said, ‘No don’t be mean,’ and then she said-”

“You liar!” said Helena, standing up to confront me. “I never called you a fat cow, even if you are one! Mom, I would never-”

“Tramp!”

“Cow!”

Mom intervened, her hands pushing us away from each other, and standing between us.

“All right, all right. That’s enough!” she snapped, turning her stern gaze toward Lena, then toward me. “Now,” she continued, after the calm had been restored, “It seems to me as though there’s been a silly misunderstanding which has just blown out of proportion. Cassie, I want you to apologise for taking your sister’s dress.”

“And shampoo!”

“-and hair products. Well?”

I shuffled on my feet then muttered a “Sorry.” When Mom indicated that this wasn’t good enough, I stared Helena in the eye and drawled an exaggerated “Sorry!”

Mom nodded her head, satisfied. “Now Helena, I want you to be a good girl and tidy up around here.”

Mom swept a hand over the room that Helena and I had messed up in our wild lovemaking. Mom hadn’t seemed to notice that it was both Lena’s and my clothes strewn across the floor.

“Cassie always keeps her room tidy. You could at least try and do the same.”

Helena looked down at her feet and said “Yes, Mom.”

Mom stared at us for only a second or two longer, satisfied that she had made her point, then turned her back to us; waving her hands vaguely in the air.

“And get some clothes on, the two of you.” She made her way to the door, her back to us, and Helena stepped over and squeezed my breast in her hand. I was about to do the same to her when Mom turned back to us as she opened the door to leave.

“And,” she added, wagging a finger sternly at us both, “I don’t want any more fighting. You two are sisters, for goodness’ sake. Try to kiss and make up or something.”

Mom left. We decided to take her advice to kiss and make up. We did that for quite a while. Then, though only briefly, we tried the ‘or something’ part too.

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Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 10, 2018 at 7:54 am

By Cheryl Taggert

When Corinne woke up in the empty bed only a half hour later, she got up and stumbled out into the family room. There, she found Laura and Emily busily licking each other in a very erotic sixty-nine. She thought of joining them, but realized her pussy was rather sore from all the sex the night before. She’d been well-satisfied and didn’t really need to come again, although the idea was intriguing. She heard some noises in the kitchen and followed the sounds to find Sandra there, fully dressed and starting some bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Sandra turned to the young girl and grinned. She had gotten up, showered and dressed, and had found her daughters engaged in sex upon coming out of her room and into the family room. She, too, had considered joining them, but like Corinne, she’d been satisfied from the fun the night before and that morning. She looked at the younger girl, who was still naked. “Hey, sweetie! Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Corinne said, trying to stifle a yawn without success.

“I know sex always makes me famished,” Sandra said. “I imagine those two on the sofa will be joining us soon.” As if on cue, Corinne heard the moans from the family room growing louder as one of the girls — it sounded like Emily — approached an orgasm.

“Can I ask a question?” Corinne asked.

“Sure,” Sandra said, standing over the bacon.

“What made you decide to let Laura and Emily enjoy sex together?”

Sandra looked at her. “Well, to be honest, it was selfishness on my part. I wanted to have sex with them.”

“Oh. When did that happen? I mean, when did you realize you wanted to have sex with them?”

“It’s been practically forever. You see, I love girls and I love sex. I’ve been having sex — all kinds and with lots of people — since I was young. My brother took my virginity, and my younger sister was my first girl-girl sex, followed by my older sister. Then threesomes with them or one of them and my brother, or foursomes. Mmmm. life was so much fun.” She looked at Corinne with a sly grin. “It still is. So, I guess you could say incest was just a part of my growing up. I never considered it taboo or ugly or anything like that. I always loved it.”

“How long have the three of you been having sex together?”

“Which three?” Sandra asked.

“You and your daughters.”

“Oh, not that long really. I would fantasize about them from the time they were little things, thinking of all the lovely things I could teach them, but I guess that whole ‘moms don’t do that with their daughters’ silliness got in my way. We started just a few weeks ago, actually. They started doing it together some time ago, apparently.” She thought about it for a second and laughed. “Like mother, like daughters, I suppose.”

“And it doesn’t bother you that you three have sex?”

“Why should it? We love each other, and we can’t get each other pregnant, which is the biggest reason for outlawing incest. After all, birth defects can easily result if a brother and sister or father and daughter have a baby together. The chance decreases the more distant the biological connection, but we don’t have to worry about that. For us, it’s just all about the fun.”

“My mom would shit if she knew what I did last night, and she’d call the police if she knew you were having sex with your daughters.”

“Then we have to make sure she never finds out, right?”

Corinne laughed. “Of course. I didn’t mean to suggest I would ever tell anyone. I know what would happen if I did, and it’s not like I am all innocent in this either. I wanted what happened to happen.”

“Even the sex with me?” Sandra asked.

“Yeah. I was kinda envious of Laura and Emily that they could not only have sex with each other, but also with you. I kinda wish–” She stopped there, realizing she was about to spill her secret.

“Wish what?” Sandra said, not allowing the girl to escape.

“Well, I wish I had a sister and that my mom was more like you. It’d be kinda cool being able to have sex whenever we wanted to.”

“Yeah, I guess it is kind of cool,” Sandra said. “Are you sure your mom would shit about that?”

“Oh, yeah. She doesn’t even know I masturbate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She’s a woman, after all. She’s been your age, and it’s not like she’s a virgin. If she likes sex at all, and we’ve spoken and I can assure you she does, she masturbated and still does.”

“How do you know my mom likes sex?”

“Well, it’s not like she just came out and said, ‘By the way, I love sex,’ but she is a very, well, liberal person in a lot of ways, and she exudes sex appeal.”

Corinne giggled. “Are you saying you find my mom attractive?”

“Of course. Don’t you?”

Corinne blushed. “Well . . . ”

The sound of Laura reaching an orgasm in the next room caught their attention as Sandra removed the bacon from the pan and started cracking eggs to scramble them.

Sandra spoke while she cracked eggs. “I think if you approached your mom and wanted to talk about your sexual desires, she would be more open to discussing them than you think.”

“Oh, I could never do that.”

Sandra looked at Corinne, her eyebrows raised in question. “Would you like for me to talk to her?”

“About what?”

“You, silly. And feel her out on her opinion of how far along you are, sexually speaking.”

“Oh, my God, No!” Corinne said, her hands flying to hide her blushing cheeks. “I don’t want her to know what I’ve done here!”

“Oh, no, honey. I don’t mean tell her you had sex with my daughters, and especially not that you had sex with me. You’re right about that. She might have me arrested. No, I mean feel her out about things like masturbation. We’re both moms and I could approach her about what she’s doing to handle the fact you are growing up . . . and out.”

“Do you think that would be a good idea?”

“It would certainly put your mind at ease. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if you could at least masturbate at home without worrying about what might happen if she caught you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her at swim practice this afternoon.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Positive.”

Corinne walked into the family room and found the sisters on the carpeted floor. They lay back on the carpeting and were catching their breath while doing their best to cool down. Noticing the smeared fluids on each girl’s face, she squatted down and took turns kissing each of them, relishing the flavor.

“Whew!” Laura said, as she waved her hands over her body in an attempt to fan herself. “I need a shower.”

“So do I,” Emily echoed and looked at Corinne. “Why didn’t you join us?”

Laura answered her. “Mom got her up early this morning and tongue-fucked her into oblivion.”

Emily giggled. “Yeah, I know how that is,” she said. “Mom’s insatiable. She once licked me to so many orgasms I lost count. It must have gone on for like an hour.”

“Actually, your mom sent me to get you two to come eat breakfast. She’s fixing bacon and eggs.”

“And hashbrowns!” they heard from the kitchen.

Laura looked unsure. “You think you can handle the odor from us not getting showers?”

“Hey, I’m smelling you now, and it doesn’t bother me. Mostly, you smell like pussy.”

Emily looked at her sister and said, “Then she definitely doesn’t care.” The three girls started laughing at Emily’s comment, and Corinne stood up, helping both girls to their feet. Each of the sisters stood on wobbly legs and followed Corinne into the kitchen.

“Smells great!” Laura said. The girls sat around the kitchen table and ate their breakfast naked. Then after they’d finished, Corinne got an idea. Pushing her seat back from the table, she spread her legs and reached down to her pussy. She was sore, but she figured one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt. She could rest her clit later.

As the sisters and their mother watched, she began toying with her labia, spreading the soft flesh to reveal the treasure beneath. Then she explored the inner lips, spreading and rubbing them to get her juices flowing. Dipping a finger into her vagina, she coated it with her nectar and brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean before delving back into her crotch for more of her honey. She watched and nearly laughed when she saw Emily licking her lips subconsciously. Laura started to move to the floor to feast on the pussy, but Corinne stopped her. “No, just watch, okay?”

Laura sat back in her chair reluctantly. It wasn’t that she needed more sex, but she wanted to do this favor for her friend. Still, if Corinne preferred her own fingers right then, she would do as the girl wanted and watch.

Corinne’s fingers moved up the crevice between her inner labia to her clit, rubbing some of the copious fluids on the sensitive pearl. She could feel her body shiver slightly and began a rhythmic dance between her fingers and her clit. She would rub her button for a few seconds before reaching down to her vagina, where she would insert a finger, draw out some honey, and smear it around, finally returning to her small, protruding clit. As she did this, the journey quickened over time until she was spending more and more time on the center of her desire, that small nub of flesh that could make her squirm with just a touch.

Soon, she concentrated on her clit and nothing else, rubbing it and flicking it with her finger. As the need for her orgasm rose, she became more frantic to achieve it. Finally, she was there, and her body began shivering as the flesh-quake embraced her. Spasms rocked her as the thought skirted through her mind that this may be the best self-induced orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seeing the two girls and their mother watching her with an intensity only passion could create had made her become hornier than she thought she would when she’d begun pleasuring herself for their entertainment.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UH!” burst from her as the climax seized her until she curled herself into a fetal position, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm.

She looked over at her audience and said, “Now I need a shower, too!” They all laughed and the girls got up to get cleaned up for the day. As they left the kitchen, Corinne looked back at the girls’ mother. She was pulling her pants and panties down to her knees to repeat the performance she had just witnessed. Corinne beamed, knowing this would be only the start of a life of sexual gratification with this family. All she needed now was to be invited over more often. She hoped her mother would allow her to stay over. Frequently.

*******

Becky was bored. Ever since she and her older sister, Tanya, had enjoyed sex with their mom and aunt, life had been great. It was summer, so they had enjoyed sex any night they wanted, but Becky wanted someone her own age to play with. That way they could play with dolls and stuff once they’d enjoyed several orgasms together. The trouble was she didn’t know of any girls her age who did stuff like that. She wasn’t sure how she could go about getting a friend interested in sex play. Playing with dolls was easy since every girl her age loved doing that. But playing with pussies was different.

Or was it?

She began to wonder how many of her friends had tried touching themselves ‘down there’ and enjoyed it. Was it possible that nearly every girl her age had discovered those juicy secrets, which was what she had started calling the wonderful pleasures she had been enjoying ever since Tanya had introduced her to that website? They were, after all, both juicy and a secret.

But she’d begun wondering why they had to be so secret, especially among her friends and herself. What was the big deal? She had just found that she enjoyed touching herself and her sister and mom, not to mention her aunt and that older girl, Kelli. She’d also discovered how wonderful the honey in older girls’ and women’s pussies tasted. Why was it so bad that she loved it? Why did society want to keep her from that fun and enjoyment? She realized if she felt this way, and if she had discovered the delightful pleasures her mound held for her, then certainly other girls her age had.

She sat there in her bedroom and made a decision. She would find out. There were ways to discover those things about other girls, conversations that could take place, games that could be played to satisfy the feelings she was having in her pussy. She didn’t know what an addiction was, really, beyond what she’d heard about drugs and stuff. If she had known more about it, she would have realized she was becoming addicted to orgasms.

And she wouldn’t have cared one bit.

She changed into another outfit, leaving her panties in her drawer. She wore shorts that came to just above mid-thigh, and a t-shirt that said, ‘Future Heartbreaker’ on the front. Putting on her sneakers, she walked out the door, hollering to Tanya that she’d be back later without specifying where she was going or when ‘later’ would be. Then she walked the quarter-mile to the bus stop. The bus that would take her to the mall arrived ten minutes later, and she got on, using her bus pass she had brought with her.

When she got to the mall, she went inside and headed straight for the toy store there, going inside to the area where dolls and other girls’ toys lined the shelves.

Then she waited for a girl her age to come along without a parent. This proved to take a while. Most of the girls her age were always accompanied by someone older, if not a parent an older brother or sister. She was just about to give up, deciding she might be the only girl her age with the courage to venture to the mall alone, when a brunette girl about her age came into the store and made her way to the girls’ toys.

Becky continued pretending to search for a toy, as she’d been doing for at least a half-hour while some of the employees kept stopping by to ask if they could help her. She’d politely refused any help, insisting she didn’t really know what she was looking for but would know when she found it. One salesgirl whose name badge read Tabitha had hovered over Becky so long she’d begun to feel uncomfortable, as if the girl thought she was going to steal something. Tabitha had finally gone to help another customer, leaving Becky alone in her search for a toy the store most certainly didn’t sell: another girl’s pussy.

Now, Becky watched the brunette girl as she looked over the merchandise. After a couple of minutes went by without an adult following the girl, Becky stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Becky.”

The brunette girl glanced over her shoulder at Becky and smiled. “I’m Lexi.”

“That’s a neat name,” Becky said. “I’ve never met a Lexi before.”

Lexi shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Lexi was looking at the Barbie collection, which was rather extensive, of course.

“You like to play with Barbies too?” Becky asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of them and a lot of accessories and stuff. My mom gave me ten dollars and told me I could come to the mall and buy myself something for my birthday, and I thought I’d check this out to see if there was something I might want.”

“Oh, it’s your birthday?” Becky asked.

Lexi laughed. “No. Actually it was a couple of days ago, but one thing I asked for was to be able to spend the day at the mall by myself since my sister got to when she turned ten.”

“Cool,” Becky said. “So many girls our age aren’t allowed to be alone, like we might actually get in a car with some old man who wants to fuck us or something.”

Lexi was taken aback slightly at Becky’s words, especially the F-bomb, but it didn’t bother her. Mostly, she liked Becky all the more because of her boldness at using the word after only knowing Lexi for a few minutes. She grinned at Becky, her white teeth gleaming behind her tan.

Then she laughed. “I know. It’s like ‘Mom, I know about the pedos. I promise I won’t let one touch me or trick me into going with him to see his puppy or something.'”

The girls giggled. Becky was happy the subject of sex had begun so easily between them. “Really!” she said. “It’s not like we don’t know about that stuff. If my mom knew what I liked to do with my Barbies, she’d shit!”

Of course, this was a lie, but she couldn’t exactly admit it to Lexi. In the days since she’d begun enjoying sex with her mom, she had openly played at getting Barbie and her girlfriends naked and humping each other, even licking each other. Her mom had looked at her and said, “That’s exactly what your aunt and I used to do with them!”

Lexi cut her eyes at Becky. “What do you like to do with your Barbies that would make your mom shit?”

Becky said, “Probably the same thing you like to do with them when you’re alone.”

Lexi’s mouth dropped open in a huge grin, “Nuh-uh!” she said, but Becky could tell she had done the same things with her Barbies. She wondered how many girls played sex games with their Barbies and figured probably all of them.

“It’s okay if you do. I think we all do the same thing with them.”

Lexi glanced around as if to see if they were being watched or eavesdropped on. Then turning to Becky, she said, “Wow. You must have, like, sex on the brain.”

Becky, who long ago had figured if her little experiment failed, she wouldn’t see the girl again and didn’t have to worry, said, “Hey, as my sister says, ‘if it feels good, do it.'”

Lexi asked, “How old is your sister?”

“Sixteen.”

“Damn! Does she fuck guys?”

“I don’t know if she fucks guys, but she has no problem fucking her girlfriend,” Becky said, knowing she couldn’t tell Lexi everything Tanya liked to do. “And I’ve caught her playing with herself before, too.”

“Wow. Cool. Does she know you saw her?”

Becky looked at Lexi and made a decision. She could lie and say ‘no,’ or she could tell the truth and see where it led. “Yeah. She even let me watch her.”

“Wow. That’s so great. Did you?”

“Of course! A girl’s gotta learn somewhere!” The two girls giggled again. Tabitha stepped into the aisle again, and Becky said, “Shh! The Gestapo is watching!”

This sent the girls into more rounds of giggles. They turned to the Barbies once again and tried to ignore Tabitha, who had walked over and stood behind them. Finally, Becky turned to Tabitha and said, “Did you like to play with Barbies when you were our age?”

Tabitha, who was surprised the little girl had addressed the question to her, blushed at the memories of being alone in her room, playing very naughty games with her Barbies. She was eighteen now and didn’t play with Barbies anymore, but she’d never forgotten the fun she’d had with them.

“Yeah,” Tabitha said, sending the two little girls into more gales of laughter. Tabitha realized the girls knew the score, so to speak, and had probably been discussing that same pastime when she’d approached, but she wanted to be sure. Tabitha had taken an interest in the little girl who’d been there first because of how she’d reminded her of her niece, who was about the same age, and with whom she had enjoyed many hours of naughty fun.

“Why is it so funny I played with Barbies at your age?” Tabitha asked.

The girls exchanged what could only be termed a naughty look and giggled some more.

“Nothing,” Becky said. Then she turned to Lexi. “You gonna buy another Barbie?”

Lexi said, “I think I’ll buy her a car.” She had noticed earlier that the price was right for one of the Barbie cars and wanted one.

Becky turned to Tabitha. “She’s gonna buy one of the cars.” Turning to Lexi again, she said, “You wanna bring it to my house and we can play with my Barbies?”

Lexi noticed the extra gleam in Becky’s eyes. It was a gleam of mischief–of doing some forbidden things with Becky’s Barbies. Lexi didn’t have to be home for at least another five hours if she didn’t want to. She had her phone in case her mom called, and she could always say she was still at the mall, just hanging out. She could even say she’d met a friend there and was hanging out with the friend, whose parents were somewhere in the mall as well. That would make her mom feel better about things in case she did call to check on her.

Lexi said, “Sure. We can have a lot of fun.” She paused before adding, “Playing with Barbies” with a little, suggestive smile.

Becky looked back up at Tabitha and knew immediately the teenager knew precisely what they were talking about. The salesgirl’s smirk was an unmistakable declaration of I know exactly what you two are planning to do with the Barbies. Becky wondered if she was just being paranoid, a word she’d learned from Tanya recently,  because of the plans and the naughty talk she and Lexi had been enjoying before Tabitha showed up, but she doubted it. Then when they were checking out and Tabitha was ringing up the purchase, the older girl said something that left no doubt that she knew what the girls were planning.

Tabitha placed the Barbie car into a shopping bag and handed over it to Lexi. Then she smiled knowingly and said, “Don’t let your moms catch you playing with your Barbies like that. Mine spanked me when she caught me.”

The younger girls both blushed as they left the register. Becky turned back to Tabitha to see if she was watching them. Of course, she was. Becky watched as the older girl winked at her.

As the two new friends left the mall, Becky decided she would have to come back to Toys-R-Us again soon. Getting Tabitha interested in some sex play looked to be a cinch.

What she didn’t know was that Lexi was thinking the same thing.

Continue on to Chapter 15

 

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First Light of Day

  • Posted on February 9, 2018 at 7:59 am

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2006 }

I parked a couple of hundred feet down the road and stepped out of the car in the hot night. I gently closed the car door and stood there in the dark, looking toward the light that stood above the old farmhouse. God, what was I doing? It was crazy. Yes, it was crazy, but it had to be done. I had to see my love before I could go on.

I began walking up the road, slowly at first then faster, and then Molly began barking. Shit, I had forgotten about Molly. She wasn’t just barking either; she was growling and snarling viciously. I got closer to the house as the big old dog came bounding down to me, ready to tear me apart.

“Molly, it’s me,” I said. “It’s Kat.”

Fortunately my scent and the sound of my voice calmed her and her snarls turned to playful and excited whimpers. I knelt down and petted her soft coat and calmed her. She put her paws on my shoulders and licked my face. That was Molly, the snow white collie, old now but still big and beautiful.

“Quiet now, girl,” I told her, standing up and walking up the hill to the house as Molly tagged along close behind. I began to shake a bit, nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time. Sweat dripped from my brow as I stepped around the house to the back door.

I opened the door, silently thanking whoever had been liberal with the oil can on the hinges. I carefully closed the door and stepped cautiously. An old house is an old house and there’s no way to keep the floor from creaking. I had grown up in that house and knew where to step, but you never knew when a new squeak or groan might find its way into the boards.

The hardest part was the stairs, the stairs up to where my angel slept, those old stairs I had sneaked up and down many a time in the middle of the night. I slipped off my hard shoes and started up, stepping to the edges of the stairs. I’d forgotten just how many steps there were; it seemed like forever reaching the top, but I got there with just the slightest groan on the top step.

Her door was at the end, the one opposite my sister’s all the way at the other end. I moved slowly, allowing my toes to touch each board before lowering my full weight. It all seemed so slow and frightening, but well worth it. I turned the knob and entered her room, only allowing myself a glimpse to make sure it was her sleeping on the bed before turning to close the door. Then, taking a breath, I turned and looked.

Words cannot express what I felt looking upon my sweet Maggie, my beautiful little girl, my sister’s child. The last time I had seen her she had just turned ten years old. Now she was halfway between eleven and twelve. Time had not marred her. My God, in the soft light of the moon she looked even more beautiful than before.

She was on her side, wearing a very small nightgown, her slender legs stretched out with the feet straight and the little toes curled. I made my way to the small lamp on the bedside table. I turned the switch and looked at her again in the light. It only got better. She had a golden tan, not the sort of tan you get stretched out and covered with lotion, but the kind you get running and playing in the summer sun, bathing in Miller’s stream, lying in the grass and looking up at the shapes in the clouds.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed and looked into her round face. I reached over, allowing my fingers to brush the soft little hairs above her brow. Her hair was light brown but lightened by the sun so that some strands shimmered like gold. I began to let my fingers move closer to her skin to slowly caress my girl awake. I stroked her round forehead and then let the back of my hand caress her upper cheek. Her breathing changed, she yawned, and then, with all of the drama that I had dreamed of, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Aunty K-,” she began to squeal, but I covered her mouth and shushed her.

“Hello, my angel,” I said, shedding tears that I could not – and did not try to – control. In her tight embrace, I sobbed quietly at her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much, my sweet Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Aunt Kat.”

“I had to see you, my dear sweet love,” I told her. “I had to come. I want to take you for a ride. You see, I knew that your mom wouldn’t let me in the door, Maggie, but I had to see you. Will you come and take a ride with me before she wakes up?”

“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.”

“Come as you are, sweetie; just as you are.”

I helped her off the bed and I went around and shut off her light. The two of us went out the door together. I will not detail again that long slow journey through the house; I will just say that young Maggie was evidently training herself in the art of sneaking around the old house just as I had. When we got outside, I grinned at her and told her how I used to sneak out at her age. She grinned back as Molly greeted her with an excited bark and she pet the old girl and hushed her.

We walked down the road toward the old car and I opened the door for her. Molly didn’t try to come along; when we got to the car, she turned and headed back to the house. I started up the car and turned it around in the gravel, heading the other way, with my sweet little Maggie snuggled up to my arm.

There was so much to say, so much I had rehearsed on my drive along the endless road to see her, but I was much too overwhelmed to utter a word of it. Maggie, too, remained silent. I wondered if she knew where we were headed. I wondered if she remembered. I wondered…

I had to look for it, that old dirt road that veered off into the trees by Miller’s stream. I slowed the car and peered out through the bug-spattered windshield.

“It’s just up there,” Maggie said, pointing out beyond the headlights and off to the right.

We got up to the turn-off, I pulled off onto the dirt, and I welcomed Maggie onto my lap. She planted her pert round butt on my upper thighs and lay back against me.

“It’s so quiet here,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I miss it sometimes,” I sighed.

“I… miss you all the time,” my little girl said, just like that, and she sighed.

“Baby…” I began, but fear stopped me. I was afraid to bring up what had happened between us before, what I had done, what…

“Do you remember what we did?” I blurted out, feeling foolish afterward for asking so anxiously.

“Yes,” she answered with a quiver in her voice. “I… I think about it all the time, Aunt Kat.”

“I just… I’m sorry, but I have to know how you felt… about…”

Maggie sat up and turned to look at me. Her eyes dropped and she took a breath before she looked up at me again.

“Do you ever think about the way I touched you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Maggie maneuvered herself around, turning to straddle my lap, and she looked in my face and placed her hands on my cheeks. There was a soft look in her eyes then, and I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips came closer to mine and met them. Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering. Her touch was so gentle and soft, unlike any touch I had ever felt before. When her lips pulled away, she looked at me tenderly. “I love you, Kat,” she said.

“I asked you how…”

“No,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “No talking,” she whispered, and she pressed her mouth to mine once again, this time more forcefully. I allowed her to explore my lips, suck at them, rub at them, caress them with her own. I was surprised, taken aback, and a bit frightened by what was happening. For a moment it was as if I was the child and she was the woman, but reality took hold and I gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told her, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “I want you to, yes, but not if you don’t…”

“I do,” she said, once again putting her finger to my lips. “More than anything. Can we watch the sunrise together, like we used to?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Will you touch me like you did…?”

“Of course, my sweet lover.”

My beautiful niece lifted her arms and I lifted her nightgown, exposing her slender young body almost completely, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside. Maggie turned around again, lying back against me, her arms out to her sides. She sighed as I began to kiss at her ear and her neck, my hands caressing her arms as she sat very still. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her softness was all intoxicating to me. My kisses moved to her neck and my hands moved to her chest, my fingertips dancing lightly upon her flesh. She began to breathe just a little faster. When I touched her nipples, I felt her legs twitch ever-so-slightly, as if a small spark had been set off between them. I felt the little nipples harden as I rubbed them, and once again her breath seemed to quicken.

I became aware of the light, the beginning of the dawn, its light pale and unobtrusive. One of my hands moved down, the fingertips gliding over the plains of her tummy. Her legs spread further apart as I got closer. I felt the tingle in my loins, a tingle of excited anticipation as I slipped one hand inside her little cotton panties. The car felt so small with her body so closely pressed against me. I felt myself shaking with her as I began to stroke the little hood where the clitoris lived. I felt her every little movement and heard her every sound. Birds may have been singing, the light may have been creeping in, but to me all that existed was my Maggie’s pleasure. Very quickly I reached up and tilted the rear-view mirror so that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved as she breathed. She was trembling. Her hips began to move, as if to grind against my fingers.

For the longest time I touched her like that, watched her in the mirror as the light became stronger while remaining soft and pale. I saw her head move from side to side. Then, quite suddenly, in a fevered sort of frenzy, Maggie lifted her butt off my thighs and jerked down her panties. She lifted one leg so she could pull one foot though them. Then she rested again, drawing my hand in, pressing it firmly to her clitoris, clutching at my other hand, slipping her fingers through mine and squeezing tight.

“Oh…” she whimpered, her breaths becoming gasps. “Oh, please…”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Let it out. I have you.”

The next thing I knew her thighs came together and her whole body seized. Her breath stopped and she let out a squeal as it hit her, a wonderfully powerful orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as she let out the most beautiful sounding little cries, soft cries mixed in with her convulsing breaths. It was then that the first ray of sunlight came into the car, and it fell directly upon her sweet face. Bathed in light, she held on. Time seemed to stop there for a moment as the feeling seemed to remain with her, and I continued to press my fingers to her clitoris until I heard her breathing quiet.

“Oh, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw her eyes looking at me. I began to take my hand from between her legs, but she grabbed it and pulled it back.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please…”

My sweet Maggie was begging for more. I could not have dreamed of such a reaction; in fact, I had wondered all through my journey if my touches would be welcome at all. There I was, and there she was with me, delightfully and beautifully naked, aroused and excited and searching for another sweet orgasm at the touch of my trembling hand.

“Oh, my little girl,” I said, “I dreamed of doing this so many times.”

“Me, too…” she sighed, her voice soft and breathless. “Oh, please… yes…”

I felt her body quake and quiver and I rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Once again, with a delightful squeal, she found her pleasure. She cried out in release as the second orgasm surged through her in spasms and I struggled to hold onto her as she seemed about to fall off to one side. With a womanly passion, she reached up and grasped my head, turning her own to press her lips to mine in a hungry French kiss.

It had grown very hot in the car, and it was then that my Maggie slipped off my lap and took my hand. She smiled, spreading my fingers out and looking up at me as she kissed them, one by one.

“Did you really think about me touching you when I was gone?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, just a little in the beginning… but then I started doing it a lot.”

“Did you touch yourself when you thought about it?”

“Hee hee…” Maggie laughed sweetly. “Yes.”

My attention was snapped away just as I was about to kiss my angel. It was a car coming up behind us. It was not just any car. It had lights on top. They were not lit up, but that did not matter. What mattered was that the driver’s side door was opening and the police officer was getting out.

“M-Maggie, you might want to put on your nightgown… quickly.”

The little girl turned to look and grabbed her nightgown. The cop stopped to look at the out-of-state license plate and walked slowly, as big shot cops like to do, the whole John Wayne bit. That gave Maggie plenty of time to put on her little nightgown, but then she plopped herself right on my lap. When the cop got to the window and looked in, her big smile was the first thing he saw.

“Hi, Mister Daley,” she said. I had forgotten what it was like living in small town America, knowing everyone. But I didn’t remember this man, and he didn’t know me. I was sweating bullets, feeling just how hot it had grown in the car, and not feeling very well. I hadn’t eaten for a while, and the stress made me feel weak.

“Hello, Maggie,” the cop said. “How are you?” I kept my head down, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Maybe you can introduce me to your friend.”

“Oh, you mean my Aunt Katherine?” Maggie grinned. “She’s here for a surprise visit. Isn’t that nice?”

“Well… yes,” the officer said. Maggie kept that beautiful grin beaming. It made it difficult for the cop to be anything but friendly. I felt Maggie’s hand take mine. She drew it up under her nightgown and in between her legs where the flesh was still bare. I turned my head slightly and saw her panties lying on the passenger’s side of the front seat. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I wanted to reach over and tuck them somewhere, but my hand was busy doing something else.

“How are you doing this morning, ma’am?” the cop asked me.

“I-I’m very well… officer.”

“You know, this isn’t really an appropriate parking spot, ma’am.”

“Oh, Mister Miller, people are always parking here,” Maggie smiled. I felt a tremble below, where her fingers pressed mine against her swollen little clit. She was on fire down there, but up above she was cool as a cucumber. “Are you trying to give my aunt a hard time?”

“Well… I… um…” the cop was without a comeback. “The point is…”

“Are you bored, Mister Miller?” Maggie asked. “My grandpa says that you guys get bored and you go out and hassle people.”

“Oh, when did he say that, Maggie?”

“When you gave him a ticket for driving too fast. Remember that?”

“Oh,” the cop said, looking down. I sensed that he was embarrassed; I didn’t know why and it didn’t matter. Maggie was winning, the little minx. She was amazing. And the whole time she was charming and outwitting the cop, she was pressing my fingers to her sweet sex. I was reeling.

“Well, ma’am, I am sorry to bother you. Maggie, you have a nice day.”

“I’ll tell my grandpa you said hi,” Maggie said.

The cop walked back to his car, got in, backed out and drove away. My eyes followed him in the rear-view mirror, then caught my Maggie looking at me. She was rocking her hips, riding my hand.

“Little girl,” I said, “you are out of this world. Why would you make me rub on you with the cop standing there?”

“I just like being sneaky; it makes me tingly,” she sighed. “Did you like how I talked to him?”

“Yes, but why did he get all soft when you talked about my dad?”

“He got in big trouble…” she gasped, her lower lip quivering. “My grandpa went to the station and complained about the ticket. He’s friend’s with… the chief.”

My little girl had sweat glistening on her brow, so I wiped it away. I was eager to see my little girl come to another orgasm, but she stopped me, grasping my hand. “It’s hot in here…” she said.

I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“Maybe we should go for a walk and cool off.  You wanna go down to the stream?”

Oh, the memories, the memories of Miller’s Stream! It was there that I kissed my little lover — really kissed her — for the first time.

We had gone for a walk together, and I had told Maggie the secret about my sexuality, my love of other women. She had never heard of such a thing before, but was clearly delighted by the idea of girls loving girls.

That’s when I truly went for broke, and confessed the deep, dark secret that no one else knew about me… my sexual desire for young girls. I told her of the excitement, the fierce craving I felt for adolescent cuties that made me tremble inside. How badly I wanted to kiss them, touch their baby-soft skin, guide them gently into the world of love. I guess my secret had been bottled up inside me for far too long, because I told Maggie far more than I had intended.

She never seemed disturbed by my confessions, though. Her hand remained in mine as we walked together, her questions honestly curious. Then she halted mid-stride, gazed up at me and asked the question that changed everything between us.

“Aunt Kat,” she began hesitantly, “do you… have you ever, um, felt that way about me?”

My heart was suddenly thumping, my mouth dry. I knew full well what I risked by being honest with her… the very real possibility of losing my precious niece. Making her fear me — or at least uncomfortable in my presence. And yet, and yet… I couldn’t lie to Maggie.

“Yes,” I said in a small voice. “I have thought about you… that way. M-many times.”

She stood silently, digesting this revelation. I was terrified, on the verge of tears. What had I just done?

And then, she took my hand in hers, a gentle smile on her lips. “Aunt Kat… would you like to kiss me?”

I doubt I will ever again experience a joy as absolute as what I felt at that moment. Not a word could I speak — I only nodded my head foolishly.

Maggie opened my jacket, then slipped inside with me, her slender arms winding around my back. Her face tilted up toward mine, her eyes closed. And we kissed.

But now I wasn’t much in the mood for that, not after the cop’s visit. Nearly getting caught with my Maggie naked in the car — as well as the other things I could have been nailed for, had he called in — had not set well with my stomach.

But Maggie looked up at me and smiled and her charm worked its magic. I looked in those eyes, wrapped my fingers tight around the door handle, jerked it down and heaved a sigh.

The world was always there. It was weighing on me and it had been for a long time. Maggie made the world go away, just the same way she made the cop go away. She did it with a smile and a touch and a sweet little sigh. I loved her and I felt safe with her. Imagine that, a woman who has held people at gunpoint and taken their money being protected by an innocent — well, innocent but wily — ten-year-old girl with beautiful brown eyes.

My God, why was I here? Why had I come back, knowing I would have to leave her again? And now, seeing what she had turned into, it would be even harder to leave her. And it would be hard to go back to Janice.

Janice was my mentor and partner in crime, my lover, but she was not my friend. She wasn’t much of a lover either, but that’s another story. The fact is that with Maggie near me, in my arms or by my side, I could not even think of Janice in the same light. I had left her abruptly to come here, left her while she was sleeping, just a short note on the motel nightstand telling her I would be back in a couple of days. It was sure to anger her, and she was not a good-tempered woman.

With Maggie leading me by the hand, we descended the hill to Miller’s Stream. I felt so dizzy, and not so sure-footed, while my little lover moved so gracefully on her bare feet. Oh, it really hit me, the host of memories that came flooding back as I sat down at the edge of the water. Maggie sat next to me and put her feet and legs in the water. She reached down and put her hands in and brought a splash of water up to her face. I did the same. It felt good.

“Take off your shoes, Kat.”

I did take off my shoes and my socks, and I rolled up my pants legs and dipped into the water. Oh, so cool it was! And on tired feet it felt better than wonderful. I held my Maggie’s hand and kicked my feet as she kicked hers. It was all good, all sweet, all innocent, and I forgot everything again, everything but her and myself.

She was more than beautiful at that moment, and as she reached down, lifted her nightgown and took it off there by the stream, I was in awe of her body. In the car, I had not really had the chance to gaze upon her in all of her naked splendor. I took her hands, both of them, and guided her to sit on my legs, facing me, straddling my knees. I grinned at my girl and looked her over.

Oh, who had created this work of beauty that sat so still and quiet before me? Surely something, some being with the eye of an artist, a renaissance painter, had produced this masterpiece. How could she have just appeared here by chance, by mere genetic code, by such cold scientific principles as we’re taught in school? No, I did not believe in the bible, but I knew that someone somewhere had worked a miracle in creating my young Maggie.

From the top of her head to her sweet face, along the curve of her neck, her smooth shoulders, the roundness of her upper chest, the summer golden glow covering her skin, golden all over, and her little buds poking out like little tiny cones, the nipples stiffening as I touch them, pinch them so gently, I lower my head and suckle at them, and her tummy so flat and perfect and brown and smooth and kissable, her thighs the same, firm and shapely like a woman’s thighs, the thighs of a well-fed farm girl, and between them that sweet little crack spread open, dark red lips protruding, the pink beyond revealing itself as I reach down and spread the lips and seek out the swollen bud of her clit, hiding from me under its fleshy hood, but I rush, forgetting the full legs, the calves so shapely and sexy and the pretty feet and edible little toes…

I took one leg and raised it so I could kiss one foot. I kissed it, then sucked at her toes as she watched me with a sweet smile. My hand was working on her all the while, rubbing her clit slowly and gently to start, only because I wanted to taste her, to make her come with my mouth for the first time. Yes, I wanted desperately to taste my Maggie’s sweet little sex, to make her grind against my face, to make her come under the teasing and exploring of my tongue.

I nibbled my way down her thighs, and then I beckoned her to move up, to sit with her pussy over my face as I lay back and used my tongue. She moved over my face eagerly, as curious to feel it as I was to taste her for the first time. She spread her legs over my head, spread them far apart, and the red and pink flower blossomed like a rose. I began licking the flower whose nectar tasted of a tangy sort of sweetness.

I felt my little niece react immediately. She seemed ready for any and all pleasures, so ready that I have to admit to being a bit timid. It is one thing to kiss and fondle an ten-year-old girl and be uncertain about her feelings, but to be under the spell of the same girl two years later, a girl excited beyond belief, it makes you doubt reality. I really did imagine for a moment that I was back in the car sleeping somewhere on the road, or maybe back in the motel, dreaming all of this.

“Oh, Kat…” the angel sang. “Oh, that feels so… so good.”

I could not speak for what I was doing, but if I could I would have told her that the pleasure belonged to her, it was there for the taking, that it was intended to be so. Once again, only a higher being could create something so pleasurable, but I will not digress beyond that. What she was feeling was wonderful and right; no one can tell me different. And as she approached orgasm, I was working at myself, slipping my hand down the front of my pants, tingling like crazy, feeling a little out of control.

“Oh… my… God!” she squealed. She was grinding on my mouth when it hit her. Her cries echoed there through the trees as she seemed to lose control, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling, hold her as I laid her gently on the hard ground, my head tightly pressed between her squeezing thighs. “Oh… oh… it feels so…” and again she squealed, as if another had begun before the first had gone. It was all I could do to wiggle my tongue against her clit with her legs gripping me like a vice. Her juices flowed sweet and tart and coated my face. My own loins were singing, craving release.

With an expression of total satisfaction, relaxed as she could be, my Maggie lay there on the ground. I lifted my head from between her thighs and moved up next to her, lying on my side, caressing her flushed golden skin.

“Kat, that felt so wonderful,” she said, her voice soft and breathless and sweet. “Never leave me.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I told her, feeling a lump in my throat, “I don’t want to leave you, but I can’t stay here.”

Maggie reached a hand out and stroked my cheek with her little fingers. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes soft and moist. She looked away.

“I understand,” she said. She rested there, still caressing my face, and then turned to look into my eyes again. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips, and then hugging tightly to her shoulder. I felt her lips touch my ear. And she whispered, “Take me with you.”

Take her with me? God, how I wanted to! But how could I? My thoughts were racing each other as I lay there holding my sweet Maggie, thoughts of her sitting in some lonely motel room with me, her whole life ahead of her yet stuck hiding out with me. They would come after me for taking her, and then we would really be on the run. And what about Janice? She was back there with most of the loot and there was no way she would go for taking a ten-year-old girl along for the ride.

Not for the first time, I felt a deep regret for the life I had. Well, I hadn’t so much chosen it as I had allowed it to choose me. But why couldn’t I have met someone nice, someone who wasn’t a thief? Janice hated the world and everybody in it, and she robbed people because they had it coming. For me, it was a game, but for her it was fuck or get fucked. She was a true dyke, stereotypical, the kind people made fun of, the kind who hated men but cut her hair and dressed like a man.

And as I lay there with my naked little lover, I actually thought of Janice and got disgusted. I had really gone astray. I had gone with Janice — let’s face it — because she was like a man. She was strong, a protector, and she had that romantic look of an outlaw. I was a weak-willed person, easy to persuade because I had no idea how to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.

“Maggie,” I said, “there is no way I can take you with me.”

“No?” the little girl sobbed. “Why not?”

“You don’t know anything about my life, angel. I’ve been places and I’ve done… things. You don’t want to come with me, really.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I don’t like living with Grandma and Grandpa. They don’t let me have any fun.”

“But you’re clothed and well-fed and you have Molly and a nice warm bed…”

“Everything I say or do is a sin, Kat!”

Oh, there it was, wasn’t it? Sin, the big S word. The good old Baptists, standing so tall and prim and proper! God, how I hated the way they indoctrinated the young. And if you rebelled, there came the rod.

“Do they spank you, Maggie?”

“Ye-es,” Maggie said, “they do.”

Oh God, the spankings. But they glorified it by saying it was the Lord’s way. They said it was not done with anger, it was not a beating. It was a ritual, the telling of what you’ve done wrong, sitting down, taking you across their lap, and using a belt or a switch so that the bare hand never makes contact with your flesh. They say it is love, the Lord’s way. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not to break your spirit, but your will to do wrong.

So, dear Mother and Father, where did my spirit go if you did not take it from me?

“Oh, Kat, please…” she said tearfully. “I can touch you, too. I can make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

The thought of that made me tingle. At the same time, I felt so unclean, so dirty in her presence. Why couldn’t I just shut off my thoughts for a second and feel?

“I want to do it now,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Touch you…”

“You do?”

Within seconds my Maggie was straddling me again, but this time she was unbuttoning my shirt. A smile appeared on her face, a renewed excitement stopping the tears. I reached up and wiped those tears away and gave myself to her for the moment. My thought was, what if this is the only chance we ever get for such a thing, for her to pleasure me and for me to feel pleasure from her?

My shirt was open and I sat up, allowing her to slip it off. I unhooked my bra and removed it for her, as I thought her little fingers would not be up to such a task. She looked at my breast as I lay back down. She hesitated, then reached out and stroked them with her fingers. She focused on the nipples, caressing them to hardness, grinning at the result.

“Pinch them, sweetie,” I said. “I like that.”

“Really?” And she pinched them really hard, but that was just how I liked it! I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling the shock waves go through my body. When I opened them again, all I could see was Maggie’s smile, and the look in her eyes that told me she was going to enjoy this.

“Can I suck on them?”

“Don’t even ask, baby,” I said softly. “Do as you please. I am sure that anything you do is going to feel good.”

My Maggie lay against me and I stroked her hair as she closed her mouth about one nipple. To my surprise, she reached up and pinched the other so as not to neglect it while she sucked the one. Oh, it was so heavenly to be suckled by her, and knowing I liked the pinching, she even bit, but she used some restraint there. She switched from one nipple to the other and it felt so good that it caused a tingling in my loins. I began moving my legs below, squeezing them together. My Maggie lifted her face from my breast and grinned.

“Now I get to touch your cunt.”

“Where,” I gasped, “where did you ever hear such a word?”

“A boy said it on the playground.”

Oh, well, on every playground there’s a kid who knows it all, isn’t there? I undid my pants and Maggie lay beside me. I took her hand and slipped it down my panties. I spread my lips, then I pressed her fingers to my clit.

“Rub just like that,” I whispered.

The excitement of her touching me easily made up for any awkwardness in her probing… and her mouth was right back at my closest nipple, biting and sucking at it as she worked her fingers at my clit. I tried my best to clear my mind of everything, and my Maggie helped in that way, for after a moment I could think of nothing but what she was doing to me.

If I did think of anything, it was about the first time another girl had touched me in such a way. Like Maggie, and like me at the time, she had been young and inexperienced, but oh how her touch had thrilled me!

Maggie was so patient about her fondling, I was surprised. And it was nice. I was used to having to rush myself, sometimes even faking it, but here there was no rush. When I finally asked Maggie to rub faster and more firmly, it was my clit begging for it. I was on the edge, and I needed a push.

The world was spinning and I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and the tingle, the fire rising inside. I held my breath, tensing time after time, reaching for it, like a piece of fruit dangling just beyond my grasp, and then, suddenly, it was there and I let the pleasure take me.

“Oh!” I cried, and I felt Maggie press herself to me as I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, the kind that comes from waiting, from allowing the fire to slowly build. It lasted a long time, and I know that it excited Maggie, for I could feel her grinding against my thigh. “Oh, my love,” I said, “that was wonderful.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled softly at me as I looked at her. “That was fun. You want me to lick you now?”

“Oh, baby,” I said, dreading the words, “I should be getting you back to the house.”

By saying that I instantly turned my niece’s smile to a frown. Was there any way I could leave this time without breaking her little heart? God, I hated the world, for all its taboos, its righteousness, its hypocrisy.

I have to say that my little niece did her best not to cry as we climbed back up to the car and climbed in, she put her panties on and I pulled the car out, heading back to the road that led back to my sister’s house. She was quiet and I was quiet, and she snuggled against me as I drove.

When I turned onto the street I’d grown up on, Molly and I looked sadly at one another.

“I love you, Aunt Kat,” she said, gazing forlornly at me. “I wish we could run away and get married.”

“I wish we could too, babe,” I murmured, holding back tears of my own.

I knew I would have to speak to my mother. I didn’t want Maggie to get into trouble. I was the outcast daughter, the bad girl, and it wasn’t going to hurt me to get a helping of whatever my mother dished out. Believe me, she had dished it all out before. The only fear I had was of my father. What if he had discovered Maggie’s absence and stayed home from the field this morning?

When we pulled up to the house, Molly came out barking excitedly and Maggie and I got out, looking sadly at one another. The backdoor opened and there stood my mother, looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hello, Mother,” I said. “I wanted to see Maggie, so I kind of snuck in–”

“How dare you!” she said. “Maggie, get in the house and go up to your room.”

Maggie rushed to me and stood by my side, hugging me.

“Grandma,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at Aunt Kat. She was just scared to see you.”

“I bet she was!” my mother said. “Get in the house, Maggie!”

“No!” Maggie yelled. “I won’t!”

I sensed a spanking coming now, whatever happened. I wanted so much to say something, but I began to feel dizzy again. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. I needed to sit down, but it was too late for that.

The next thing I knew I was coming to with my head in my mother’s lap. She had pressed a cold washcloth to my brow. The look of concern in her eyes was not something she could conceal. There were even tears. Maggie stood by with a glass of water, and my mother helped me to sit up and have a drink. My mother backed away from me and maintained her distance. She wiped her eyes with her apron.

“Are you hungry?” my mother asked with little emotion.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I can cook you some bacon and eggs, then you’ve got to be on your way. I can’t let you go without giving you a good meal, Katherine, but that’s all I can do.”

“I know.”

“You look like you need some rest. There’s a motel just up the road near Lancer’s. It’s where the sinners go to bed down together come the weekend. You should feel right at ho-” and she stopped there. “You should be able to rest there, if you have the money for a room.”

“I do.”

“All right then. Wait here. I will bring your breakfast out in a few. Maggie, say your goodbyes and get back in the house. You’re not even dressed proper.”

My heart sank. My mother would not even allow me inside. And Maggie stood there, tears welling in her eyes. This was all happening much too fast. I didn’t have time to think. God, I wanted to take Maggie, jump in the car and run away with her, take her far away from here. But I lacked the strength, the spirit.

Maggie stepped over to me, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me tightly. I felt as if she were being stripped away from me, and she must have felt the same, only ten times worse. She left my shoulder warm and wet with her tears and then ran. The door slammed. I looked up. Molly came to me. I pet and hugged the old girl as I cried. Molly whimpered and licked my face, as if she knew.

Not much to say about the remainder of my visit. I ate the food. It was how I remembered, delicious. And my mother even cracked a smile, almost, as I thanked her. I got up, walked to my car, turned and looked up. I saw Maggie looking down from her open window. I looked at my mother. She hesitated at the door, looking my way.

“Mother?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll be at the motel you told me about, if you want to talk. But I’ll be probably be leaving after I have a good sleep, so I–”

“We have nothing to talk about, Katherine,” she said, her face a stone wall. “But I’ll pray for you.” Then she turned away.

I got in the car. I started it up. I pulled out and drove away. I found the motel. I got a room. I went to this liquor store across the way and bought a bottle. I made myself as comfortable as I could, watched the crap on the TV, and passed out.

I slept for quite a while. I woke up a couple of times, but just drank some more and passed out again. It was only when I woke up early in the morning, long past when my mother would have had a chance to come talk with me, that I tossed what was left of the bottle, took a shower and headed back out onto the road.

I felt numb, driving away from everything I knew again, and the only person I loved with all my heart and soul. I searched the radio for anything, but all I got was fuzz. I turned it off. I stuck my arm out the window. As the light entered the sky and I breathed in the morning air, I smelled a familiar smell. If I hadn’t been so hollow, so empty, I might have enjoyed it — and I knew what it was, it was what remained of Maggie, her presence in the car, the scent she had left there.

The End

 

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Piper’s Mom, Chapter 12

  • Posted on February 8, 2018 at 8:58 am

By Amanda Lynn

Neve was the first to wake the following morning. She heard the soft, rhythmic breathing beside her and the weight of an arm across her chest.

Turning her head, Neve smiled as she watched Stephanie sleep. She could lie here like this all day, but her bladder had other ideas. Neve sighed contently then stretched, being careful not to wake her sister. Last night had been truly incredible, hot and passionate, tender and loving. Neve was so glad they could share this intimacy with each other once again.

Stephanie had been right, though. If they were going to continue this relationship they would have to tell the girls. They were smart, and it wouldn’t take long before they caught on to their mothers’ affair. Then a naughty thought raced through her mind, a thought that sent little shivers of excitement through her. What if they could convince their daughters to join them in bed? Neve was pretty sure Brooke would be up for it, but would Stephanie or Piper?

Carefully removing Stephanie’s arm from around her body, Neve eased herself from the bed. Neve grabbed the short silk robe that hung on her door, put it on, and slipped quietly from the room. In a visit to the bathroom, she relieved herself and took a quick shower. Done, she made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast.

Deciding on french toast, Neve busied herself with the prep work. Lost in her task, Neve didn’t hear bare feet padding across the laminate floor behind her.

“Morning, Neve.”

Jumping, Neve spun around, holding up a whisk in a defensive posture. She relaxed immediately when she saw Amber taking a stool at the counter. The girl smiled and raised an eyebrow at the not so lethal weapon Neve pointed at her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Amber chuckled. “I’m not sure a whisk would be much of a deterrent though.”

Laughing, Neve moved to the counter. “That’s okay, sweetheart.” She placed a hand on the teen’s. “And a good morning to you too,” Neve smiled, keeping her hand on Amber’s for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin.

Amber was still wearing the same oversized tee she had worn the night before. Neve’s eyes wandered to the teen’s breasts where stiff nipples poked against the fabric. Neve’s heart raced and she had to fight to keep from taking them into her hands. She shook her head and looked back at Amber’s smiling face.

“I’m making french toast for breakfast,” Neve said.

“Sounds great. Can I help with anything?”

“Yes, thank you. Would you mind slicing up some strawberries and bananas?”

“Certainly,” Amber said and moved around to the other side of the counter. Getting the small basket of strawberries from the fridge and a couple of bananas from the counter, Amber stood beside Neve and began to slice up the fruit.

A ripple of excitement flashed up Neve’s spine. She stole a glance, looking down at the girl’s bare feet, up to her shapely legs, and to the tee shirt that fell to just below her ass. Neve thought back to the hypothetical question that Stephanie had posed. She had already flirted with Amber, even copped a feel. So, yes, she could fuck this girl if she were willing. That is what she had wanted after all. Wasn’t it?

Neve put a large frying pan on the stove and turned on the element. She purposely set it to low so it wouldn’t heat up too quickly. She, on the other hand, was already hot. With her back turned to Amber, Neve snuck a hand inside her robe and touched herself. Suspicion confirmed, she was very wet.

Licking her finger clean, Neve turned and approached Amber, stopping just beside the teenager. Neve’s heart raced, she was so close to this sexy young girl. She could smell her, the scent of the sex she’d had the night before still lingered on her. Neve wanted Amber, wanted to take her right now, right here in the kitchen. She felt her pussy contract at the naughty thought, and she had to squeeze her thighs together for a second.

“How’s it coming?” she asked, placing her hand on Amber’s lower back.

Amber stiffened for just a second then relaxed. “Good,” she said with a hint of nervousness. “Almost done.”

“Great,” Neve ran her fingertips up the girl’s back and played with the nape of her neck, then slowly trailed back down. “Did you girls have fun last night?” Neve asked softly. But before Amber could respond she added, “After you went to bed.”

Neve watched Amber’s face turn a dark pink.

“What do you mean?” Amber said shyly, averting her eyes.

Chuckling, Neve let her hand move down and rest on Amber’s butt. “We heard the three of you last night. Heard somebody yell as they orgasmed.” Neve waited for a beat or two.

Amber just looked at her and smiled meekly. “Oh, I see,” she said, sounding like someone had caught her doing something wrong.

“Relax, honey. None of you are in trouble or anything.” Neve slipped her hand lower, then up under Amber’s tee shirt. To Neve’s pleasant surprise, Amber was not wearing panties. Cooing softly, she gently rubbed the smooth globe of the girl’s ass. She heard the girl breath a hushed moan. Neve’s heart was pounding. The heat of the moment and the chance of someone catching them fueled her excitement as she continued her seduction. She just hoped that she wasn’t moving too quickly, but she felt confident Amber was at least a little interested.

Amber put down the knife she was holding and placed her hands on the counter. Not looking at Neve, she gave a soft sigh. Neve felt the girl’s hips push back slightly, and ever so subtly, spread her legs. Neve trailed a finger between Amber’s cheeks, brushing across her anus and touching the edge of her opening. Amber sucked in a sharp breath at the contact and Neve felt the teen’s juices pool. Damn, that didn’t take much, Neve thought, amused at Amber’s rapid response to her seduction.

“Is this okay? Me touching you like this?” Neve asked softly.

“Un-huh,” Amber whispered, almost too low to hear.

With her free hand, Neve grasped Amber’s chin and turned her face toward her. Amber looked at her with big, brown eyes. Neve brushed her thumb over Amber’s bottom lip. It was soft and full and beautiful. Neve wondered if she still tasted of Brooke or Piper.

“You are very sexy, Amber, and you have a beautiful mouth. May I kiss it?” she asked hotly, moving her mouth closer to Amber’s.

Amber nodded, not saying a word.

Neve smiled, watching her chest rise and fall with excitement. Squeezing Amber’s butt, Neve brought their mouths together, closing soft kisses on her lips. Amber turned and wrapped her arms around Neve.

Neve groaned into the girl’s mouth. She brought her other hand under the tee shirt and then pushed both hands up Amber’s back, caressing the smooth skin. Their kiss became heated, the kitchen filled with sounds of their heavy breathing and wet kisses. Their tongues swirled and explored hungrily. Neve’s creamy juices flowed and dripped, and she wished she had put on a pair of panties.

A hand found its way inside Neve’s robe, and she instinctively spread her legs as Amber cupped her aching cunt. Deftly, Amber began to toy with Neve’s clit.

Jesus! This feels so good, Neve thought as the pleasure raced through her. She groaned into Amber’s mouth just before she broke the kiss. She needed air. Neve was surprised at the boldness of the teen. She had caught Amber checking her out on a couple of occasions, and Amber did respond well to her flirting. But for this to happen so soon, if even at all, was a heavenly treat.

Panting, she tried to speak, “Fuck. Yes.”

Amber used two fingers, rubbing quick little circles over her clit. Neve’s knees threatened to buckle, and she leaned on the counter for support and Amber pushed her body against her, resting her pussy on Neve’s thigh. Neve stared at Amber as she fingered her engorged clit, sending more waves of desire through her.

“Fuck my pussy, Amber. Can you do that?” Neve said huskily.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Neve felt her robe come undone and Amber’s hot mouth touch her breast. Pleasure rippled through her, and she gasped as two fingers penetrated her. Neve tangled the fingers of one hand in Amber’s hair and held her head still as she sucked on a hard nipple.

As the thrusts from Amber’s fingers quickened and plunged deeper, Neve jerked back against the girl’s hand. The familiar pressure in her core was building rapidly, and she was finding it harder to breathe. Burying her face in Amber’s neck to muffle the sound, she cried out as her orgasm thundered through her. She held Amber tight as she shook and twitched with each aftershock that swept across her, threatening to turn her legs to mush. Once she was able, she let go of Amber and kissed her deeply for several moments.

“Damn, girl,” Neve said with a smile. “Thank you for that.”

Amber grinned and moved to a clear spot on the counter. Hoisting herself up, she pulled the tee shirt from under her ass and spread her legs. “You’re welcome.”

Neve’s eyes widened at the sight of the pretty pink pussy and at the girl’s boldness. Neve knew they should stop. Stephanie and the girls could wake at any moment. But that delicious-looking pussy was too hard to resist, and leaving the teen hanging wouldn’t be fair at all.

“What would you like, pretty girl?” Neve asked as she stroked Amber’s knees.

“Lick me,” she purred. A wicked grin played across her lips as she spoke.

Neve grabbed a stool and sat in front of Amber, pulling her to the edge of the counter.

Amber lifted her knees and rested her feet on Neve’s shoulders.

Neve leaned in and kissed the teen’s clit, savoring the aroma of her juices. Neve would rather have taken her time and enjoyed this beautiful young pussy, making Amber come many times. But it would have to be a quickie, wanting to finish before anyone else woke.

Amber gasped when Neve sucked the erect clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.

The teen’s pussy was already slick from her arousal, and Neve pushed a finger through her folds and then into her entrance. Swirling and licking her practiced tongue over the girl’s sex, Neve savored the sweet taste of her honey and enjoyed the smooth, silky skin of her folds.

Amber groaned and put one hand on the back of Neve’s head. “Yes, fuck. Right there,” she whimpered.

Neve concentrated her efforts on the young clit, pushing her finger into Amber’s vagina as deep as she could.

Amber was bucking and twisting on the counter, rolling her hips against Neve’s talented mouth.

Neve pulled out, to just the tip of her finger, then pushed a second finger into the smooth wetness of her entrance. Amber moaned through gritted teeth as Neve pulled on her swollen clit with her lips. Soon, Amber tumbled over the peak, and convulsed as the orgasm took her.

Keeping her mouth and fingers on the girl, Neve waited until she relaxed. Slowly she withdrew and stood, offering Amber her juice-covered fingers. Smiling, and not breaking eye contact with Neve, Amber accepted and licked them clean. When she finished, Neve leaned in for a languid kiss.

“That was great,” Amber said.

“Glad you liked it, but I’m sorry I rushed it. I would rather have taken my time,” Neve said, helping the girl off the counter.

“It’s okay. It was still great. Maybe next time?” Amber asked with a giggle.

“Sounds good to me,” Neve smiled. “We better get cleaned up and finish breakfast.”

“Okay,” Amber said and headed down the hall.

Closing her robe Neve sighed, watching the girl disappear. That was unexpected, but totally fucking awesome. She chuckled as she washed her hands at the kitchen sink. Neve would worry about the sticky mess between her thighs once Amber returned.

She turned up the heat on the stove and gave the french toast mixture another stir just as Stephanie walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Stephanie said, a mischievous grin on her face. “Something smells good. What’s for breakfast?”

“French toast,” Neve replied as Stephanie took her into her arms and traced her tongue across Neve’s lips, then kissed her.

“Funny,” Stephanie said. “From where I’m standing, it smells like sex and tastes an awful lot like Amber.”

Neve pulled back and looked at her sister. “You saw?” she asked, panic gripping her. Oh Shit! she thought. Did I just fuck everything up? She studied her sister’s face, looking for signs of anger or disgust. Instead, all she saw was a shit-eating grin plastered across Stephanie’s beautiful face.

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie said running a finger along Neve’s lip. “What I said last night, about banging Amber. That was hypothetical. I didn’t actually expect you to do it,” she said with a giggle.

“Um… well, it kind of just…”

Neve stopped mid-sentence. A thought came to her. Something that Stephanie had said. “You just kissed me and said it tasted like Amber. How would you know what she tastes like? Huh?”

She watched Stephanie’s face flush, and her grin seemed to get bigger if that was possible.

“I guess I have a confession to make,” Stephanie said, with another giggle.

“I’m sure you do. Let’s hear it,” Neve said, daring to hope she already knew what it was.

Stephanie leaned in, bringing her mouth to Neve’s ear. “I’ve been banging her too,” she whispered hotly, then nipped at her earlobe.

The panic and fear that had filled Neve, instantly vanished and an overwhelming sense of excitement replaced it. Neve damn near came at the thought of Stephanie and Amber fucking. She pulled back and looked at her sister, giving her a sly grin. “You, naughty girl. Just how long has this been going on?”

“Just a couple weeks,” Stephanie replied. “I asked that question last night to see how you would react. I wanted to tell you, but was afraid you would think I was a sick pervert and hate me forever.”

“Well, I guess you know the truth,” Neve said with a chuckle. “I’m as much of a sick pervert as you are.”

They laughed together, then Neve pulled her sister in for a deep kiss. The sounds of life emerging from the girls’ bedroom soon interrupted their romantic embrace.

“I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later,” Neve said as they moved from each other’s arms.

“Agreed.” Stephanie gave Neve a playful slap on the butt. “Let’s get breakfast cooked, shall we?”

As Neve and Stephanie finished preparing the meal, Amber soon joined the two women and offered to set the table. Neve noticed the smirk that was on Amber’s face when she said good morning to Stephanie as if they were conveying information by thought alone.

Brooke and Piper made their appearance a short time later after having had a quick shower together.

“Good morning, you two. Sleep well?” Neve asked the younger girls.

“Morning. We slept very well.” Brooke said, giving her mother a big grin.

“You three must have been exhausted after all that sex last night,” Stephanie said nonchalantly as she and Neve carried the plates of french toast to the table.

Neve chuckled at the younger girls’ stunned silence. “It’s okay, girls. Steph and I are thrilled that the three of you can share such wonderful experiences with each other.”

Amber just grinned mischievously knowing that the adults were savvy to their nighttime debauchery.

“Yeah,” Stephanie chimed in. “Just don’t go around telling everyone. If it is just you three, that’s perfect.”

The girls looked at each other for a moment then back to Neve and Stephanie.

“Okay, um, we’ll keep it just between the three of us,” Brooke finally said. Piper and Amber nodded in agreement.

“Good. Now let’s eat,” Stephanie said, motioning toward the table.

 

*******

 

With breakfast done, the girls put on their bikinis and went outside for a swim and to lounge around on the dock. Both Stephanie and Neve stood at the large window and watched Amber and their daughters frolic in the water. They were so sexy, especially in their skimpy outfits. Both women smiled inwardly, noticing that the chill of the air on the girls’ wet breasts caused their young nipples to stiffen.

Sighing contently, Stephanie took her sister’s hand and led her over to the sofa. Sitting, she pulled Neve onto her lap and into a slow sensual kiss. She swiped her tongue through Neve’s mouth, caressing teeth, and gums before teasing her sister’s tongue. Stephanie could taste the lingering flavors of breakfast in her sister’s mouth. They played for a moment then Neve pulled away.

“Umm. That was nice,” Neve said. “But you should let me go brush first,” she smiled playfully at Stephanie.

Stephanie giggled and caressed Neve’s cheek. “I love you, sis. So very much,” Moving her hand down her neck and into her robe, Stephanie found a stiff nipple. With a goofy grin, she tweaked the erect peak, drawing a moan from Neve. Pushing the silk material aside, Stephanie took the nipple into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, swirling around the bud, and batting it eagerly.

“Oh, god, Steph,” Neve grunted. “I love you too.”

“Let’s go have a shower,” Stephanie said in a husky voice, gently pushing her sister from her lap. Stephanie stood, and both women headed for the bathroom. Dropping her robe, Stephanie bent to turn on the taps.

Not one to miss such an opportunity, Neve cupped her sister’s sex and pushed a finger into her wet vagina.

Stephanie didn’t move, enjoying the sensations of the single digit that twisted and pumped inside her. It felt heavenly, and she didn’t want it to stop. Reluctantly, she turned the small lever, and the water changed from the faucet to the shower head.

Stephanie stepped into the tub with mild disappointment as Neve’s finger slipped from her. Offering a hand to her sister, she helped her into the tub and into an embrace. They kissed deeply, the warm water cascading over their heads giving a new sensation to the taste and texture of their mouths.

They kissed for only a little longer, gurgling and sputtering as water flooded their eager mouths. Stephanie broke the kiss and guided her sister back a step out of the spray.

“If I’m going to drown, I can’t think of a better way of doing it, but I don’t really want to die today,” Stephanie chuckled.

“Me neither.”

Stephanie gave Neve another quick kiss before grabbing the washcloth and bottle of body wash. With deliberate movements, she moved the soapy cloth over Neve’s shoulders and arms, down her sides and across her belly.

Neve stood still, eyes closed and enjoying her sister’s touch.

Damn, she is so beautiful, Stephanie thought. Bringing her mouth to a nipple, she laved it with her tongue then moved to the other. Neve moaned softly. Stephanie kissed her lips and used the cloth to caress her sister’s breasts.

Holding Neve’s hips for support, Stephanie got to her knees and kissed the soft wet skin of her belly. She traced her tongue around Neve’s belly button and dipped inside. Neve’s hips jerked, and Stephanie looked up to see Neve watching her. Stephanie smiled and kissed her belly again, then pushed her nose through the tangle of wet curls on her mons.

Neve’s breathing became excited as Stephanie kissed her thighs. Lingering for a moment, only inches from her pussy, Stephanie sat back on her heels.

“No. Don’t stop,” Neve whined.

Stephanie smiled up at her sister and giggle. “You’re such a dirty girl. I need to clean you first,” Stephanie said in a throaty voice causing Neve to shiver.

Starting with her feet, Stephanie washed one leg then the other, avoiding direct contact with her sister’s pussy.

Neve whimpered every time Stephanie’s hand came close to her sex, and she rolled her hips trying to invite the touch she desperately needed.

Stephanie planted soft kisses on her thighs once more, teasing and tantalizing her sister so that Neve had to beg for release.

“Please, Steph. Lick me. Make me come.”

“Patience, baby. You’re still a dirty girl.” Stephanie said cupping her sister’s pussy with a cloth-covered hand. Neve groaned and jerked as Stephanie rubbed the cloth between her legs. Ringing out the washcloth, Stephanie wiped away the remaining traces of soap before putting the cloth aside. Pushing Neve’s legs a bit farther apart, she shuffled closer and look up, smiling at her sister.

“Open yourself for me.”

Neve complied, holding her lips apart, exposing herself completely to her sister.

Stephanie moaned with delight at the sight, a flood of juices gathered at her sister’s entrance. Gently she pushed a finger into Neve’s opening, then took her erect clit into her mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Neve moaned, tangling fingers in Stephanie’s hair.

Stephanie pushed the flat of her tongue over the distended clit, flicking and swirling, eliciting sounds of pleasure from Neve. She pushed a second finger into her sister and ran blunt fingertips along the smooth wetness of her walls. Stephanie felt her sister push against her head, forcing her face into her cunt. Neve rocked in rhythm to the fingers fucking her pussy.

“Don’t stop, Steph. I’m so close,” she gasped between ragged breaths.

Pulling on Neve’s clit with her lips, Stephanie curled the fingers that were deep inside her sister, brushing against her g-spot.

Neve gave a strangled cry and grabbed hold of Stephanie, and she shuddered.

Stephanie used her free hand to help support her sister as Neve rode out the aftershocks that rippled through her.

Moments later, Stephanie stood and wrapped her arms around her sister. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, Stephanie sucked on it slowly. Releasing it, she kissed Neve tenderly.

“You can wash me anytime you want, Steph,” Neve said with a chuckle and kissed her sister’s neck.

“Plenty more where that came from,” Stephanie said. “Why don’t you get out and dry off. I’m going to wash before we completely run out of hot water.” She shivered slightly under the cooling water.

“But I didn’t get to make you come,” Neve said in protest.

Stephanie smiled and caressed her cheek. “You can make it up to me later. Now go, before I turn into a popsicle.”

Neve smirked as she stepped out of the tub. “I like licking popsicles,” she said, wagging her eyebrows.

“As much fun as that sounds, I would rather not get that cold,” Stephanie replied as she lathered herself with body wash.

“When do you think we should tell the girls about us?” Neve asked as she dried herself off.

Stephanie hadn’t really thought about it since they had first discussed it last evening. She knew they had to, but was still somewhat reluctant. What if Brooke and Piper reacted negatively to the idea? Though, if Piper were okay with her mother having sex with Amber, wouldn’t she be okay if she was having sex with her own sister?

Rinsed, she stepped from the tub and shut off the water. “I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow morning? Or, after we get back?” Stephanie said, taking the fresh towel Neve offered.

“How about tomorrow? After breakfast,” Neve suggested.

“Okay then. Tomorrow.” Stephanie wrapped the towel around herself and give Neve a soft kiss.

The women left the bathroom and went to their own rooms to dress. Stephanie slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. As she was putting her clothes away in the dresser drawers, she noticed Amber head into the bathroom. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bathroom door. Smiling, she wondered if Amber would be interested in some late-night fun.

“Amber. Come here a sec,” she said when the girl emerged.

She smiled when Amber jumped at the sound of her voice. “Come in and close the door, sweetie,” she said and patted the bed beside her.

“What’s up, Steph?” Amber asked as she sat down beside Stephanie.

Stephanie wrapped an arm around her and kissed her softly. “Are you enjoying the weekend so far?” she asked.

Nodding, the teen answered. “Yes, lots of fun so far.”

“I bet,” Stephanie said with a chuckle. “Seeing as I’m the only person you haven’t had sex with this weekend.”

Amber gave her a quizzical look, then one of surprise. Stephanie laughed and hugged the girl again.

“I saw you in the kitchen this morning. Having that sweet little pussy of yours licked by my naughty sister,” Stephanie said.

“You’re not mad, are you?”

“No baby, I’m not mad. We’ll just have to share you. Or have you at the same time. If you’re interested.”

Amber looked up at Stephanie, confusion written all over her face. “The same time? Are you two…”

Smiling wide, Stephanie nodded, “Yeah.”

“That’s awesome. Do Brooke and Piper know?”

“No, not yet. We figured we would tell them tomorrow. So, if you could keep that under your hat for now…”

Amber nodded. “So, about this ‘same time’ thing,” she asked, sounding excited.

Stephanie chuckled, eager little minx. “I was thinking, tonight, after Piper and Brooke are asleep, you could come join us in Neve’s room. But only if you want to.”

“Want to? I would love to!” Amber said, with an excited bounce. She then wrapped her arms around Stephanie’s neck and kissed her hard.

“Don’t say anything to Neve. Let’s keep it a surprise,” Stephanie said as she rubbed her hand along the girl’s thigh. “Now get back to Brooke and Piper, and try not to wear yourself out before tonight.”

Amber chuckled as she stood. “I’ll try not to, but those two do love to fuck. They must take after their mothers.”

Stephanie smiled at that truth and watched as Amber blew her a kiss and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Stephanie’s arousal from playing with her sister in the shower had not faded and this chat only served to exacerbate it. She slipped a hand into her shorts, not surprised to find the wetness there. Touching her engorged clit, she let a soft moan escape her lips. Circling a finger around the bud, she fell back on the bed and spread her legs. I should go find Neve and let her do this for me, she thought when she heard a knock at the door.

“Speak of the devil,” she said to herself.

Staying prone and leaving her hand in her pants. “Come in,” she called out.

The door opened, and she heard a small voice giggle. Stephanie twisted to look at the door and felt the heat rise in her face. Piper stood in the doorway, smiling, her eyes on the spot where Stephanie’s hand played inside her shorts.

“Mommy, you don’t have to be alone if you want to come. I’ll help you,” Piper said sweetly.

Stephanie’s heart swelled. She knew Piper meant what she said. The sweet ten-year-old just stood there in her pink bikini looking so damn sexy. At that moment Stephanie filled with both pride and lust. She hoped that Piper would be accepting of her renewed sexual relationship with her sister. As much as she loved her sister and hated the idea of ending this new relationship, Piper would always be first and foremost.

“Come in and lock the door, sweetheart. Mommy would love to have your help.”

Doing as she was asked, Piper moved to her mother’s embrace.

Stephanie kissed her daughter passionately while untying the strings of her little bikini.

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Au Pair, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 7, 2018 at 10:59 am

By Misty Meadow

On that first night after Ashley and I first made love, her mother Ursula was in an especially randy frame of mind, dropping some very blatant hints that she was in the mood to fuck. But I was completely sated from my afternoon in bed with Ashley.

I managed to dodge Ursula’s advances until she started to get irritated. “Slow down,” I finally said when she tried to corner me with a kiss. “You’re pushing things. Let’s take our time and draw this out. We’re like moths and candle flames, you and I.”

She clutched my arms. “But my cunt is dripping wet. I need you now, damn it!”

“You can always masturbate,” I said. I admit it — that sounded a bit callous, even to me. But I’d been calling the shots in our sexual relationship from the word go, and had no intention of letting her guilt-trip me into her bed for a pity fuck.

“Will you watch me while I do it, at least? That’s all I ask of you. I want you to see how hard I can come with you there.”

My thoughts were so fixated on Ashley that sex games with Ursula felt beside the point, but I figured it was best to do at least this much for her. Nodding, I said, “Okay, go up to your room. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Once she’d left, I went upstairs and checked up on Ashley, who always seemed to resemble an angel when she slept, then crept into my own room, where I stripped off and donned a pair of white stockings and a very short silk camisole. I let one shoulder strap fall off to expose my left tit. I looked for some suitable knickers, but then thought, Why bother? They’ll be off in a couple of minutes anyhow.

When I entered Ursula’s room, she was already naked, seated at the head of the bed, her knees up, thighs well parted as she waited for me, her cunt on offer. Despite my waning attraction to her, I could feel myself getting wet. I pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sat in it and hooked my knees over its arms, my splayed thighs showing off everything I had.

I watched as she frigged herself, her eyes locked on my treasure. Her technique was different from mine — she placed the middle finger on her clit and strummed it from side to side. I briefly did the same, but then went back to my favourite method, placing a finger on either side of my clit and working them up and down. From time to time I’d thrust them into myself, then withdraw and suck them, all the while commenting on how delicious my pussy was.

Then Ursula reached over to the bedside table, slid open its drawer, fumbled around inside and pulled out a vibrator. After she buzzed her nipples with it, I expected she’d apply it to her clit, like I usually did — but to my surprise, Ursula slid down onto her back, drew both knees up to her shoulders, touched the tip of the vibrator to her rosebud, then eased it deep inside until all eight or so inches were buried in her arse.

“Shit, this f-feels so good! You should try it.” She sawed the vibrator in and out, using the other hand to maul her clit. “Oh, God, oh fuck! Are you… are you into anal, Misty?” She was panting with each stroke, forcing the words out.

“Sometimes, yeah. That does look like fun.”

“This, this isn’t the only sex toy I’ve g-got, by the way. There’s my strap-on dildo — and one of these days I’m gonna let you fuck me, d-do me long and hard with it. Oh, Misty, how would you like it if I — if I fucked you?”

“Let’s not run before we can walk,” I said. “Go ahead, get yourself off. I wanna see you come.”

“Oh, I’m just about to come, b-but I want to watch you come, my — oh, my darling.” Her voice grew louder. “Come for me. Come for Mummy!”

Strange — she’d never called herself that during our sex games. Did Ursula regard me in the same light as I did her daughter?

“I’m coming,” I assured her, though I actually wasn’t. “Fuck yourself! Shove that vibrator up your arse, you slut!”

She smiled, knowing I was just talking dirty to get her hot. Her wrist was pumping like a piston as she fucked her bum. I could see that she was about to come, so I let out a loud cry, clenched my thighs tightly together and made a face like I’d just bitten into a lemon. I didn’t often need to fake orgasms with my lovers, but when I did, it was damn convincing.

Her eyes went big, her chest flushed bright red and I watched as she came, crying out loud enough to wake Ashley. “Misty! Oh, Misty, I love you!”

This was the first time she’d ever used the L word with me. Had she said it a day or two earlier, I might have melted, but now the wall of separation I’d built between fucking Ursula and loving Ashley was crumbling, and my enthusiasm for sex with my little darling’s mother was beginning to erode.

When we’d come back to earth, I took the vibrator into her en-suite bathroom and rinsed it off. I was going to borrow it and I needed it to be perfectly clean.

“That was awesome,” Ursula sighed said when I came back into the bedroom.

“I don’t know which was best,” I said, in support of my faked ecstasy, “watching you or being watched. Both are a huge turn-on.”

She smiled. “Oh, there are lots more adventures waiting for us to enjoy… we’re just starting on this ride.”

All I could think was, Ms. Urquart, you don’t even know how true that is.

*****

As the days went by, my love for Ashley grew, just as my urge for sex with Ursula waned. I tried to conceal that from her, but she seemed to sense it somehow — and it only made her desire that much more intense. She came on to me hot and heavy almost every night, and I had to plead a headache, or my period, to put her off. I still felt a certain warmth toward Ursula, but her obsession with me was exhausting.

On the other hand, Ashley and I grew steadily bolder with each other — less inhibited, far more adventurous. It took very little persuading to get her to let me take saucy photos of her with my phone. She quickly came to love posing for me, with pictures ranging from a shot of her lifting her skirt to total nudity, her body contorted into all sorts of lewd positions, the better to show off her cunt. On her bed, in the tub, seated on the stairs, doing cartwheels along the landing — whenever I had my phone handy, she’d encourage me to take pictures of her. One of my favourites showed her doing a handstand stark naked with her legs splayed wide apart, the better to show off her treasure. I even took shots during sex when she was eating my pussy, gazing into the lens with adoring eyes as her tongue darted and flickered inside me.

As Ursula’s fixation on me grew, I became paranoid about my growing collection of Ashley snaps. If she ever got a look in my phone, she’d find enough hardcore paedo-porn on there to have me locked away for life. My solution was to purchase a second phone for everyday use, and stash the old one in the inner pocket of a jacket I never wore.

*****

One afternoon, I lay on Ashley’s bed as she licked me and sucked on my clit. She brought me to a crashing orgasm that made me feel as if my whole body was ablaze — then as I slowly returned to the world, she idly toyed with my cunt, her index finger circling the opening.

Suddenly she looked up at me. “I bet I could get my whole hand inside,” she said, a look of excitement on her face. “Can I try? Would it hurt, d’you think?”

“Maybe a bit, but it’ll be worth it,” I said. “Go ahead, fold your thumb in and push.”

My cunt was so relaxed and wet that her hand slid in easily — past her wrist, almost halfway to the elbow. She was amazed and delighted, while I was practically climbing the walls. Oh, I’d had generously-sized fake pricks inside me before, but nothing as long as Ashley’s arm.

After I came again, this time even more explosively, she withdrew her hand and spread my pussy lips open as wide as they’d go, peering into the dark pink cavern. “Wow, you’re huge! Your cunt is enormous! I gotta take a picture of this,” she said.

I looked at the result on the screen. Taken close up, it was a sea of wet pink flesh surrounding a black hole that looked almost big enough to swallow a tennis ball. Even I was impressed.

*****

One Friday afternoon, I collected Ashley from her school and walked her home, her arm linked in mine. The instant we came in the door, she tossed her backpack on the hall table, took her school blazer off and lifted her skirt high up under her chin.

“You love looking at my knickers, don’t you?” she said, her eyes bright. “Show me yours.”

I was sorely tempted, but managed to shake my head. “Homework first.”

She scowled. “Fuck homework, it can wait. I wanna see your knickers. Go on, show me.”

I tried to seem nonchalant as I hoisted my dress, pushed my feet apart and thrust my hips forward, but I was secretly thrilled. Although we’d done this many times before, showing my underwear off to Ashley was much more exciting than masturbating for Ursula.

We grinned at each other, let our skirts fall and went into the kitchen. She sat on the breakfast bar, her feet up on a stool, her legs spread wide. There was a small damp patch on the crotch of her knickers.

I touched it with my fingertips. “Did you forget to wipe yourself when you peed?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No, no, I always wipe. That’s my cunt getting wet for you, Misty.” She leaned back, her hands flat on the counter top behind her, and parted her thighs even further. The coquettishness of the early days of our relationship had developed into aggressive shamelessness.

“My God, Ashley, you’re turning into a little slut.” I was still grinning.

“Yes, but I’m your slut, Misty. Take my knickers off and do naughty things to my cunt.” She lifted her hips and I slid her knickers from under her bum, up her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles, freed them from her feet and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Oh, you’re a knicker sniffer, huh? Me, too. I sniff mine whenever I take them off.” I tossed them aside and stared at her, perched so irresistibly on the counter top. “Kiss my cunt!” she demanded.

“Just a sec,” I said and dashed upstairs. A few seconds later I came down again, this time totally naked, Ursula’s vibrator in hand.

“Is that one of those sex toy thingies?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“It’s your mum’s vibrator. She keeps it in her bedside table. You’re gonna love this.” I reached out with one hand to spread her cunt lips with my fingers. She was dripping wet. “Were you fingering yourself just now?”

“Of course I was. I’ve been doing it a lot recently, ever since we…”

“Started loving each other,” I finished for her. I pushed a finger deep into her, took it out and sucked it. Then I pushed it in again, removed it and offered it for her to taste. She took it deep into her mouth and I could feel her tongue caressing it.

“More. Gimme more. Here, finger your cunt and let me taste that.” I obliged, and she eagerly sucked on my finger again.

“Now,” I said, “we’re gonna open a whole new chapter of your sex education.” I twisted the vibrator’s base and it buzzed.

“Cool!” Ashley squealed.

“Just wait.”

I touched it to her clit — she jerked in surprise but immediately relaxed. “Oh, my God, it’s like an electric shock.”

“Good, huh?”

“Awesome! Let me do it to you.”

“Later. Now I’m gonna fuck you with it.” Her eyes went big as she looked down at the toy as I placed the tip between her lips and gently pressed it into her.

“Pheeeeew,” she exhaled. “Oooh, it’s amazing! I love it!” I slowly withdrew it almost all the way, then pushed it back in again. Falling into a steady tempo, I began pumping the toy in and out, staring at her flushed face, observing her reaction. She flung her head back, mouth open, her breath growing deep and ragged.

I dropped to one knee, bringing my face level with the action. I noticed a small mole she had, where her leg joined her body. While fucking her, I used the middle finger of my free hand to play with Ashley’s clit. From her sighs and groans, I could tell that she was experiencing ecstasy on a level she’d never reached before.

Every ten seconds or so, I’d withdraw the vibrator and place my mouth on her cunt, sucking on her clit and licking her pussy lips, then I’d slip the toy back into her. The whole area around her cunt was flushed bright pink, making it clear how excited she was.

“Oh, Misty, this is so fucking good! Don’t stop! I’m g-gonna come! Oh, shit, I’m in heaven! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Then the door slammed open and a voice screamed, “ASHLEY!”

Fuck! It was Ursula. She wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

The vibrator fell to the floor with a clatter as Ashley slammed her legs together. I jumped to my feet and tried to shield her with my body, but Ursula shoved me to one side.

“You little fucking whore!” she yelled, slapping her daughter hard on the face. I grabbed her arm to stop her doing it again, but she pushed me away again, snarling, “I’ll deal with you later, bitch!”

Ashley burst into tears, wailing, face buried in her hands. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking.

“Get out!” Ursula screamed at me. “Get out of my house now!”

“If you hit her again, you’ll regret it,” I hissed back at her.

“Fuck you!” Her face was contorted with rage. “You’re finished! Pack your stuff and get the fuck out!”

“No! No!” Ashley wailed.

“We need to calm down and talk about this,” I said, trying to put out the flames.

Ashley climbed down from the counter and, still sobbing, looked round for her knickers.

Ursula’s face was stone. “There’s nothing to talk about. You molested my twelve-year-old daughter. Twelve! I could have you arrested, thrown in prison. Think about that!”

My heart was racing, but my voice was rock-steady. “Then think about this. If the world learns about Ashley and me, what will Ashley learn about?” I looked at her pointedly.

Ursula paused in mid-rant. She hadn’t thought about that, what her daughter’s reaction would be if she found out what we’d been getting up to. In the meantime, Ashley found her knickers on the floor and put them on.

“Go to your room!” Ursula snarled and the poor little waif trudged off up the stairs, still crying.

She wheeled back to me. “Are you telling me you’d tell her about us? All of it? You fucking cunt. How dare you threaten me?” She stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard, trying to calm herself. “You know what that would do to Ashley, damn you. She’d hate me for it!”

“It would crush her, yes,” I said, calmly, “but if I have to, I’ll tell her everything.” To be honest, I didn’t want to break Ashley’s heart any more than it was broken at the moment, but this was the only card I had to play.

She changed tack. “How long have you two been…?”

“Having sex? A couple of months or so.”

“Is she still a virgin, at least?”

I shook my head. “Her cherry was popped a long time ago, before my time.”

“What have you been doing to her, then? How far have you got?”

I bent down and picked up the vibrator from the floor. “This was the first time we played with this. Other than that… we’ve done pretty much everything lesbian lovers do. We both enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.”

“She’s gone down on you?” Ursula was incredulous. “Jesus Christ, she’s… she’s only twelve years old, for fuck’s sake!”

“How old were you the first time you ate pussy?” I shot back.

“None of your fucking business!” she snapped.

This wasn’t working, damn it. I had to keep cool, had to do my best to calm Ursula down before she lost it completely. I took a deep breath, steadied my voice. “Listen to me. Ashley and I are in love with each other, head over heels. I know you don’t care what happens to me, but think of her. If you kick me out… she’ll be devastated.”

“You took advantage of an innocent little girl, you perverted slut!”

“I fell for her. It wasn’t a choice. It happened to me like a bolt of lightning out of the sky. Ashley felt the exact same way, she told me so.” Ursula just glared at me. “You need to know that at no time did I do anything to your daughter without her full consent. Okay, yeah, I broke the law — it was either that or break her heart.”

She threw up her hands. “So she had a crush. Big deal! I had crushes at her age, and I got over them. It’s all part of growing up.”

“Face facts. Ashley is already gay. Sexual orientation is not a choice, you know that. Sooner or later Ashley was going to have her first lesbian experience. When we first made love, it was a thing of beauty, a precious moment in her life that she’ll never forget. For that matter, neither will I.”

“You’re trying to polish a turd,” Ursula said. At least she’d stopped yelling.

“You need to talk to her, as soon as you calm down. Give her a hug, say you love her.”

She reached out to take a half-empty bottle of wine from the counter, yanked the cork out and upended it, taking several large swallows. This was good. Alcohol was exactly what she needed at that moment. She found a glass and poured the remaining wine into it.

“I gotta think about this,” she said, more to herself than me.

“If you want to fire me, be my guest,” I said, “but at least sleep on it.”

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping tonight,” she muttered.

“Let me stay the night, at least. Tomorrow we can sit down and decide what’s to be done.”

She gazed at me, as much in sorrow as anger. “You betrayed me, Misty. You took advantage of my trust and molested my little girl.”

I couldn’t let that slide. “You need to look up the work ‘molest’ in a dictionary, Ursula. I never did a single thing to her that she didn’t want me to do. I always let her take the lead.”

“I’ll deal with her in the morning, but there’s no way you can keep working here. You have to go.”

“To where? I don’t have another home. If I leave now, I’ll only have to come back for my stuff tomorrow, so I might as well stay the night, at least. Go upstairs and hug your daughter and let her know that you don’t hate her,” I urged, pushing my luck. “Don’t leave her in tears. Right now, she probably feels as if her world has just ended. Go and tell her it hasn’t.”

I could see the fight going out of her with a deep sigh. “Fine, fine. You can stay the night, but on no account are you to go into her room or the bathroom while she’s in there, get me? And she can’t go into your room, either. You’re not to ever touch her again. If you do, I’ll have the police on you. Now get out of my sight!”

Mounting the stairs, I breathed a silent prayer of thanks. I’d won a stay of execution.

*****

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled pity for my little lover, mixed with with intense self-recrimination. Why in God’s name had I made love to her in the kitchen, when we could have gone to my room? If Ursula had come up to the second floor we’d have heard her approach, and Ashley would’ve had time to hide under the bed — but I’d been too overwhelmed by lust to think straight. And now I’d lost her, most likely for good.

There had to be a way to turn Ursula round so that I could stay employed as her au pair. I tossed and turned for hours until dawn crept through the window, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

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Revolutionettes, Chapter 8

  • Posted on February 6, 2018 at 8:46 am

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My initiation, as Josephine had called it, only partially prepared me for what she had in store for me. The morning after my night with Sandra, while I sat quietly at Josephine’s feet in the parlor, she clasped a collar about my neck and affixed a leash to it. I would wear this day and night for the remainder of my time with her.

As we toured the estate or visited the stables and kennels, I no longer walked five paces to the rear of her. Instead she would command me to heel, and I had to walk just behind her keeping slack on the leash which she held.

All manner of shames where heaped upon me. Most I had already known, but some were new. And of course, as promised, Sandra was made to participate. She had now become my superior, as had anyone in the house. I was no longer Josephine’s girl. I was called her whore and sometimes her slut.

I found it more difficult to remain in her graces, as she was ever more demanding of me. Before long I had been given the glove enough times that I hardly felt it any longer.

Seeing that, Josephine did what she knew would most wound me. She made Sandra administer my punishments. I think she reveled in the knowledge that this caused us both great distress.

Late on a particular night when I thought I could take no more, I found Josephine entering my room with Sandra. In the maid’s hands I saw silken cloth but had no idea what it was for. Josephine approached my bed where I lay unclothed as always and I moved to get up, but she pushed me back down, ordering me to lie upon my back.

“Sandra,” she said. The girl approached me and looked quite forlorn as she took my arm and wrapped a silk tether around it. She then proceeded to tie the other end to a bed post. Within only a few moments she had tied each of my four limbs to bed posts and I found myself naked and spread before my mistress, completely helpless.

Josephine looked briefly at Sandra, and knowing what she must do the girl left the room, returning a moment later with a dildo. This one was not entirely like others I had seen. It could be donned without needing to be drawn up the legs, making it convenient, since I was bound.

Sandra began working the buckles until she had placed it upon me. The anticipation was getting to me. I felt myself becoming wet with excitement as she climbed atop me and lowered herself, taking in the length of the phallus.

Sandra closed her eyes and her head fell forward as she rode the device. She moved faster and faster until at last she began grunting and gasping with each thrust.

Josephine watched with a devilish smile as the girl ground against me driving the dildo as deep inside her as she could. At long last she cried out, trembling with her orgasm.

The girl lay against me for several moments catching her breath before she dismounted and began unhooking the device, giving it to my mistress.

Josephine then removed the dildo proper from the straps and handed the long rod to Sandra. The girl took it and approached me from the foot of the bed. I scarcely needed to be touched to provide the wetness I needed. Sandra pushed it far inside my body, so deep that it came just to the edge of pain. I threw my head back and writhed on the bed as she continued to thrust the object deeply within my folds.

I kicked, though I could scarce move my legs. My hands tightened to fists each time I felt the dildo moving into me. Tears welled in my eyes as she increased the speed. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly Sandra stopped.

“That’s quite enough,” Josephine ordered. I moaned and sighed. I wanted to protest, to beg, but I daren’t speak. I pushed my head back into the pillow trying to catch my breath, aching for release.

Sandra was at my side holding the dildo before me. I could smell the sex upon it and it only served to tempt me more. I heard Josephine order me to clean the device, and I was left to lap our combined juices from the dildo. Sandra pushed it into my mouth, so deep that I nearly gagged on it. She continued to push to that point as tears built in my eyes. But I did not complain. I dared not speak.

I remained three days tied to the bed. I was fed my meals and washed by Sandra each morning. I was left unattended till long into the night. My desire could only grow as I dreamt of the treatment I’d received that first night.

I thought I should die if I was not granted release soon. Each night they would work to excite me with the dildo, but then Josephine would tell Sandra to stop just before I could orgasm, and I had to lick myself from it.

It was all too much for me, and so when the fourth night came, at last I had resolved to beg.

Again they entered my room. Sandra took her place at the foot of the bed and Josephine stood next to her. I raised my head looking toward Josephine but not in the eye. My eyes pleaded. I so dearly wished to speak, and I could only hope she would allow me.

When Josephine motioned toward me, Sandra began to rub the dildo between my folds and just inside my sex. I felt sweat on my brow and tears in my eyes. I shook my head but did not speak. Did not beg.

I thought surely this torture would kill me when at last I heard Josephine. “Speak,” she said.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.” I said, out of breath.

“It does.”

At that moment I found myself thanking a god I did not even believe in. I swallowed hard and raised my head. “I beg you my mistress, grant me release.”

She laughed. “Tisn’t me you should beg, slut.” She gestured to Sandra. “Beg her. Confess your wickedness and beg her.”

My attention turned to Sandra. “I am a filthy whore,” I began. “I beg of you, m’lady, if you would see fit, grant me release.”

Sandra started to move, but was restrained Josephine, who demanded, “What do you want?”

“I want satisfaction, my mistress.”

“And by what means shall you receive it?”

“The dildo, mistress.”

“Now beg her for what you desire.”

I hesitated only a moment in my shame. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “I beg of you, m’lady, fuck this slut before you. Take your dildo and fuck me.” Tears filled my eyes.

Feeling the dildo invading my flesh told me that it had been good enough.

“If you should stop asking, she shall stop her ministrations, and we shall try again tomorrow,” Josephine warned, before shouting, “What are you?!”

“I’m your whore, mistress! Fuck your whore, I beg of you.” It was plunged deep within me and I cried out. My shame overwhelmed me and tears ran from my eyes.

“Why are you so filthy?” she asked.

“Only a slut would desire such wicked pleasure, my mistress. I beg you, don’t stop,” I sobbed.

“Yes, yes, tell me you want this.”

I nodded my head. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” Again I cried out as I felt the wicked device thrust within me. “Yes my mistress, fuck your slut!”

We continued on like this only a few more moments until I nearly screamed as a long pent-up orgasm was finally let loose in my loins. Sandra drove the dildo deep and slow before it gradually subsided.

“Filthy whore.” Josephine spat. “Clean it.”

I was exhausted but did as I was told. They left me then, still tied, but at least my frustrations had been released. I felt degraded and ashamed. I felt dirty. To be rewarded with such pleasure for such a filthy thing shamed me, but I would have done it again a thousand times over. And that would prove only to be the first time I suffered such torment and humiliation.

The following morning I was released and bathed. I made my way down to the table, rubbing my wrists, which were raw and sore. Josephine looked up at me with a smile. “Good morning, whore.” I curtsied before her and waited for her to order me to sit.

It was Monday and we would go to the tea party. I would spend the time as I always did, serving tea and kneeling at her feet, with my shame in her hand. The leash.

Sandra served me breakfast, unable to look at me. I think more than the shame, her manner toward me hurt. In the time since we had made love she so often was forced to do terrible things to me that she could scarce look at me at all.

I had been right to make love to her in my bed. Having the memory of that night saw me through many of my torments. Times when I thought I could take no more. Times when I found myself planning to find my dresses and leave the house in the middle of the night.

And Catherine. So often I reminded myself that I would someday have her strength, I would have her power, I would have even her compassion if only I could endure.

I have them both, Sandra and Catherine, to thank for my survival of the time I was with Josephine.

I learned that morning that while I had been tied to the bed a letter had come for me. Sandra brought it to me, setting it in front of me. I almost reached out and took it but remembered myself.

I glanced at Josephine, then the letter. I could say nothing. I had never learned how to gain her attention without getting the glove in return. I searched my thoughts for any idea I could dream up that might allow me to speak without being spoken to. I could not tear my eyes from the letter. I knew the hand that had addressed it. I knew because I had taught her to write. It was a letter from Alice, and I thought I might die if I did not get to read it soon.

I glanced up to my mistress again and saw her wearing quite the bemused look. I was afraid that if she saw my distress she might never let me read the letter.

Josephine took the letter and my leash and led me into the parlor. She placed the letter on a table then took me to the harp. There she sat for more than an hour playing while I nearly trembled with desire. There could be nothing more precious to me than the letter only paces from where I sat, and with it so close, it yet remained beyond my grasp.

She began to read from one of her books, and again I sat, nearly in tears at her feet. I felt such anger that she should let me suffer so, but still dared not speak.

Dinner was called after sunset and Josephine took up the letter and led me by my leash to the table. I sat down and she leaned the letter against the candlestick directly before me.

I could almost smell the paper it was so close. I could see that Alice had written more than a single page by the bulk of the envelope. I knew that at any moment I might burst into tears.

That was when Sandra entered with a bottle of wine and poured it into my mistress’ glass. She then proceeded to mine. Desperate now, feeling as if my flesh wished to leap from my bones to take the letter in my hand, I looked up at Sandra. “M’lady?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

The maid turned to me, a look of desperation in her eyes.

“I beg of you, would you tell my mistress that her whore wishes to speak, if it would please her?”

Sandra nearly smiled, realizing my ingenuity. I had not made the mistake of speaking to Josephine directly. But there never had been any rule that I could not speak to the staff.

She went to stand at Josephine’s side. My mistress finished her first glass of wine and waited for a second to be poured. Sandra remained silently waiting.

“Is there something more, dear?” Josephine finally asked the maid, knowing full well why she paused. It was not as if she had not heard me.

“M’lady, your whore would like to speak, should it please you.” Sandra curtsied and left quickly.

From the corner of my eye I could see that Josephine seemed quite bemused. At long last she set her fork down and looked at me. I kept my eyes on my plate. “Do you wish to speak?”

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

She dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth and pushed her plate forward. She sipped from her wine then folded her hands before her. “It pleases me.”

“My Mistress I beg of you, may I read my letter?” I spoke with all the desperation I felt.

“And what shall you do for me in return?” she asked.

I hardly had to think about it. “I will do anything, my mistress, you have only to ask.” I felt nothing in saying that. Whether I had said it or not, she would do with me as she pleased anyway.

“Anything, whore?”

“I live only to please you, mistress. I shall deny you nothing.” This was no oath to me, indeed it was already the way of things. I sat nearly holding my breath as I awaited her response.

After a long pause that I thought sure would see me dead from not breathing, Josephine said, “You may read your letter. Take it to your room when you have finished your dinner.”

Dinner. That was all I had to survive. I continued to mind my manners but ate as quickly as I dared. When I had finished, I drained my glass of wine and pushed my plate away.

“Do you wish to leave the table?” Josephine asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does.”

I felt my whole body relax. I grabbed the envelope from the table and nearly ran up the stairs to my room. I clasped the letter to my chest as tears trickled down my cheeks. I turned it over and studied the wax seal for a moment, I wished to take in everything there was to this letter. Finally I broke the seal and pulled three sheets of paper from the envelope. Alice’s perfume wafted up to my nostrils as I did, and I felt my knees go weak, smelling her.

I read slowly, hearing Alice’s voice. Catherine had indeed married, and soon became pregnant. Alice said that shortly thereafter her husband had returned from Baltimore to stay in Georgia. Alice did not indicate she knew why, but I was sure I did.

Eliza and she had been doing their best to hold together at least some of the girls, though it was difficult since the tavern was no more and many of the women had been quite secretive about who they were. Catherine’s innermost circle, though, was easier to find.

Alice and Eliza managed to keep six of the girls always invited to the parties together. They hosted overnight parties twice a month on Friday nights. These were nothing like Catherine’s but at least they offered some companionship.

Catherine had promised that after the baby came, she would rejoin the girls and they would at least have one another.

Alice spoke of how deeply she missed me and how lonely she often felt since I had gone. I sobbed as I read her words. I missed her dearly as well. She had been my closest friend in Philadelphia. Perhaps in the whole of the world.

When I finished the letter I folded it again and returned it to the envelope. Then I placed it on the night table, a treasure I could hardly tear my eyes from.

In time Josephine came to my room. She entered and came to me, noticing the letter on the night table. She picked it up and pulled out the pages. Tears welled in my eyes. She would read the letter. The letter meant only for me.

She only glanced at the pages, though, before folding them and returning them to the envelope. “Is it worth the price you will pay?”

“Indeed it is, my mistress,” I said quietly. I turned on the bed and lay on my belly so she could beat me.

Josephine pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood me up, turning me to face her. “Have you anything to say to me?” she asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Indeed.”

“Your whore begs of you the means to respond to this letter, mistress.”

“You ask a great deal. Do you understand the price?”

I had no idea what she would ask, but whatever torture she concocted I must endure. “I do, my mistress.”

“You shall have it then.” She turned to leave. “I will return for you tomorrow.”

Josephine had shown me the closest thing to kindness I would see from her for the rest of the time I was under her tutelage.

There was a desk in my room, but I’d never had need of it until now. It was only moments after Josephine left that Sandra came with all the things I would need to write dear Alice back.

She set the papers down and turned to leave, then looked at me and smiled. “You are the first to have thought of that,” she told me. I looked at her unsure. “To use me to speak with her. No one else ever realized they could. But do not try it again. She was amused this once and may not be so a second time.”

“Do you know what she will do to me?” I asked.

Sandra nodded her head. “I can guess from several possibilities.” She looked sad. “But I dare not tell you, miss. It is better not to know.”

She left me there to my paper and quill. I was concerned, but after so much torment I did not feel fear. I would be degraded and humiliated, and she would say it was because of the letter. But that did not matter, she would have done it anyway.

I wrote Alice back that night. I told her of New York City, the tea party, and I told her pieces about Josephine. I was too ashamed, though, to confess everything to her. Finally I bade her extend my well wishes to all of the girls she could.

The next morning I awoke and bathed, then went down to the dining room. Josephine had not arrived yet. I was not sure what to do. In the end, I remained standing behind my chair, my head bowed. I waited an hour for her. When she came in, she sat, and then allowed me to do the same. We ate quietly, and as was the usual we went to the parlor to pass the day.

With nightfall, we ate, and then I was sent to my room. I did not know what was awaiting me this night, but whatever it was had begun.

Soon after I had closed my door, Sandra entered the room carrying the strangest thing. It was a type of table, though it was much too narrow. It stood low to the floor on four legs and the top was cushioned.

Quietly Sandra placed it on the floor near the edge of the bed. There were metal rings affixed to all four legs of the device. “Get upon it, miss. Kneeling, if you will,” she said quietly.

I did as I was told and she urged me move until I was near the back edge of the object.

“Forgive me, miss.” Sandra proceeded to bind my knees to the rings on the rearmost legs of the table. She moved around to the front and looked up at me with great sorrow in her eyes. “I can’t, miss,” she whispered.

Josephine might arrive at any moment, and I was desperate not to be caught this way. “Sandra, I will be fine. Please do not take the glove on my account. I could not bear the guilt.”

A moment passed, and Sandra nodded her head. “I am so sorry, miss,” she said as she tugged at the leash, pulling me down, making me bend at the waist. She bound my wrists with the rings and silk, leaving me completely vulnerable. My legs were held apart by the legs of the table and I could not raise my chest more than a few inches from it.

It had not escaped my notice that my bare bottom was high in the air and I was helpless to do anything. I remained there, feeling somewhat ill for quite some time before Josephine arrived. She came into my room and a moment later, Sandra placed a blindfold over my eyes. I soon heard the buckles of the dildo and swallowed hard.

The possibilities now were very clear. I did not need to ask or be told. I need not wonder at all.

Sandra entered my sex slowly. She thrust the dildo within me time and again, building my excitement. I drew trembling breaths, praying only that they would let me climax before they did what they had planned.

They did not. Sandra stopped. She withdrew the dildo. I was not entirely sure what they were doing, but I so hoped that I knew. If I could have guessed, Sandra was rubbing oil on to the phallus.

A hand rubbed once over my buttocks. I had tears in my eyes. Soon I felt the tip of the dildo pressing firmly against my anus.

“Beg her for it, whore,” Josephine said from behind me.

Sobbing, I spoke, “Please, m’lady, I beg you, bugger this whore.”

“Louder.”

“I need it,” I said, raising my voice. “Bugger this slut.”

I drew a deep breath as I felt the pressure against my anus increase. It took a moment, but soon Sandra began pushing the phallus inside me. I could tell she was not nearly fully in, but she knew what she was doing. She had managed to enter me as gently as she could and now worked her way deeper. My shame forced tears from my eyes. They would not be seen, though, as the blindfold caught them.

“What do you want, slut?” Josephine said, sounding thrilled with herself.

“I want her to fuck my ass, my mistress.” I cried out.

Sandra began to thrust hard and deep. I felt Josephine kneel close to the table. She moved close to my ear. “Beg her to push harder. Beg her to push deeper,” she ordered.

“Harder, m’lady, fuck me harder,” I sobbed. Sandra increased the speed of the thrusts. “Deeper, m’lady, I’m a whore, I must have it deeper.” Sandra obliged.

My outrage, my humiliation. It nearly overwhelmed me as Josephine forced Sandra to bugger me and made me beg for still more. But finally Sandra stopped. The blindfold was removed, and my bonds were released. I was ordered to lie on my bed where Sandra again tied my arms and legs to the bedposts.

I was still wet with excitement. Even such shame as I had been forced to endure had not deterred my wicked desires. “Frig her,” Josephine ordered.

Sandra reached out and began rubbing my clitoris with her fingers. She dipped her fingers into my opening and slid them about my sex. I raised my hips to greet her. I was panting, warm with excitement, when Josephine stopped the maid and they left.

I was not entirely shocked at this. I had expected no satisfaction this night. I was not even entirely surprised by Josephine’s choice of humiliations.

For six days, I remained tied to the bed. Fed there, bathed there. Kept like a pet, used like the phallus she had violated me with. Josephine ended each night by having Sandra frig me nearly to the point of orgasm, then stopping, and each night it took less until I was there.

On the seventh day I expected the same, but there would be mercy for me.

Josephine entered my room followed by Sandra. The maid climbed onto the bed and lowered her sex to my lips. I was covered by her dress. This I had no difficulty in enjoying. No matter what Josephine made the girl do, I had never blamed her.

Sandra ground herself into my face. I lapped at her, drank in her wetness. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, then returned to her clitoris. She began to moan and move her hips faster.

I felt Sandra’s hand on my head. She was stroking me gently. She gasped and groaned, quickening her pace. Finally, with a heavy shudder she pushed her sex into my mouth and I sucked hard on her clitoris. I prolonged her ecstasy for as long as I could.

Sandra crawled off of the bed and stood quietly. Josephine stepped close and whispered something to her. The girl left. She returned with a dildo in her hand, but it was unlike the one I had grown accustomed to. This one seemed milky white. It did not shine like the ivory or jade or polished wood I had seen before.

“Ivory, covered in something they call rubber.” Josephine said, seeing my expression. “It cost more than that bed you’re laying on. It’s as soft as calfskin. Such a shame that in all too short a time it will crumble to dust.”

Sandra oiled the dildo then rubbed it against my sex. It felt softer, more enticing. The girl pushed it in to me and I was shocked at how gentle it seemed. Sandra worked it in and out of me slowly. I lay there moving in time and simply enjoying the feel of it. I hardly noticed that I had been steadily increasing my pace.

I expected at any moment Josephine would stop us, and I would be left another day unsatisfied. I had all but given in to the inevitable when I remembered the last such time I had suffered this.

It was like a game of sorts. I could not beg Josephine. I could not speak to her, but I could Sandra. As she quickened the pace, I cried out, “I must have it! I am a filthy whore, I beg of you, fuck me!”

A glance at Josephine assured me I had not made a mistake. Sandra sped up. She seemed glad that I had spoken.

“Fuck me, m’lady, I beg of you!” I cried again. I glanced down to see Sandra smiling. “Deeper. Fuck me harder!” I begged. She did exactly what I asked and I could feel my climax building. “I’m a filthy whore, fuck me!”

I screamed, I thrashed and banged my head against the pillow as the orgasm tore through me. Sandra pushed the dildo inside as far as she could, then began rubbing my clitoris with her thumb.

Tears rolled out of my eyes again, but not from shame. From the power of the release I now enjoyed.

When my climax subsided, I was untied and left alone to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I wondered to myself… if I had begged so, would they have gratified me on the very first night?

Author’s note: Rubber, indigenous to South America, was introduced in 1736 to Europe. In 1770, its first modern practical use (as an eraser) was demonstrated. That it could have been used in 1796 as coating for a dildo is speculative to the highest degree, but was fun for the purpose of this story.

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Shooting with Helena, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 5, 2018 at 10:23 am

By Cassie

Later that evening, after a mind-numbingly boring media class, I came home to find that Mom and Dad were out late again. I cooked myself a light dinner and had just finished eating it when I heard the door open.

It was Helena. She came in, stopped when she saw me and tried an experimental smile.

“Hey,” she said, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Hey,” I replied, failing badly at returning a natural smile.

“I’m, um, going out in a little while,” said Helena, tucking in a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” I said, trying to be cool about it all. “You want any food? I just made some pasta.”

“No, thanks,” she said, smiling. “I’m okay. See you in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Helena walked upstairs and out of sight. It was one of the most brief, and most uncomfortable, meetings with my sister I’d ever had. I felt terrible, and curled myself into a ball on the sofa as the TV blared back at me. I started replaying conversations I’d had with Helena over and over in my head. I thought about how sisters should be together; what’s the ideal model? And realized there isn’t one. I thought about modern values and what people expect of each other, and knew that none of that mattered either. Because Helena was my only sister, and I loved her. And it broke me up inside to have this distance between us.

I took that thought up with me as I went upstairs to her room and knocked on the door.

“Lena? Can I talk a minute?”

There was a vague, “Uh-huh,” so I turned the knob and walked in. Helena was sitting in front of her dresser, putting on some eyeliner.

“Hey,” I said. Lena put down her make-up and turned to look at me.

“Wow!” I said. “You look fabulous.” And she did. Helena was wearing a loose red vest top, short skirt and strappy high heels. She had brushed her blonde hair back and put on some wild make-up with glitter on her lips and cheeks.

She smiled back at me, almost demurely. “Thanks.”

“Listen, Lena, about this morning—”

“Yeah, it was pretty intense, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, I wanted to say that—”

“Listen, Cassie. If you want to forget the whole thing, I’m good with that, I just—”

“No, no, no,” I said, holding up a hand to stop her. “Lena, what I was going to say was that I’m cool with it. Really. It’s, it’s no big deal.”

Lena gave me her best Mr. Spock look. “Really?” she said.

I nodded, walking over to her bed and sitting down. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to gather my thoughts. “Well, it’s not, like, your everyday thing,” I said, talking to my feet. “It’s not like, um—”

“It’s not okay, is it?” said Lena, turning in her seat to face me.

I sighed again, then looked up at her. “No, it is,” I insisted, as much for my own benefit as hers. “It really is. Listen, I’ve been thinking about it all. I’m good with it. All of it. What you said earlier was true. We should be comfortable with each other, no matter what.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what. And yeah, let’s make some money out of it if we can, right?”

Helena smiled at me, jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug, and I was happy to squeeze her back just as hard.

“Hey,” she said, settling herself on the bed beside me. “You wanna come out with me tonight? I’m going out to meet some friends at Sharkey’s, then find a club to go dancing.”

I felt a little uncomfortable, having never really got to know very many of Helena’s friends, but didn’t want to ruin the new closeness we’d just regained. “Okay, sure,” I said. “Give me ten minutes to throw some clothes on.”

I left Helena’s room and went to my own. For speed’s sake, I picked out a brown mini-dress I’d bought a couple of months ago. I’d kind of bought it to wear in the summer, given that it was pretty loose, with tiny shoulder epaulettes to hide a bra strap, and a two-inch chiffon ruff around the hem making it seem longer than it was. It would do for a party. I pulled on some heels (not too high, if I wanted to dance—and I did!) then sat down to do my hair and makeup. Again, for speed I just brushed my hair back and pinned it behind my ears with a couple of clips so it didn’t fall around my face when I was dancing. I put on some simple makeup; lipstick, rouge, liner and eye shadow just to highlight the features. Nothing as elaborate as my sister’s. Then I hooked in a couple of nice diamante earrings Lena had bought for me years ago. I hoped she would notice they were the ones she bought for me.

I grabbed my handbag and met up with Lena downstairs. “Nice job,” she said, looking me up and down as I came down the stairs, “for a quick turnaround.”

“Eat me,” I said, giving her the finger. Helena laughed and bit the side of her lip, not saying anything, but holding that wicked smile.

“So, where are we going?” I said.

We ended up in Sharkey’s bar for a couple of hours before moving on to a club that Lena said she’d been to a few times recently. She hoped to meet up with a couple of friends while we were there, and wanted to introduce me.

By the time we got to the dance floor-thumping edifice of Zone-out, we were both pretty drunk, and very merry. We danced together to a few tunes, each of us losing ourselves to the music as we twirled and moved. Although Zone-out wasn’t the biggest place I’d been to, it was—like any good club—pretty well stacked. Helena and I danced around each other for a while, then my sister grabbed my head and shouted into my ear: “Follow me!”

I nodded back to her and set off behind as she wove her way through the crowd. She made her way to the washroom and slipped inside. I followed her, wincing at the relative silence as the door closed behind me. Lena was checking out the cubicles. Seeing they were all empty, she beckoned me over to the last one. Her face was glowing with that devil’s smile.

She pulled me into the tiny cubicle and closed the door. “Okay,” she said, trying to be matter-of-fact. “I’ve always wanted to do this. There’s a friend of mine out there who’s never met you, but I want to see if they can spot the difference.”

“Okaaaay…” I said, waiting for the punch line.

“So let’s get changed, Cassie! You into my clothes, me into yours!”

“What, everything?”

“Yes, everything!”

I looked at her, then giggled, suddenly seeing the enormously funny side of it.”Yeah, sure. Why not?”

We hurriedly started fumbling to take our own clothes off; elbowing and knocking each other as we did so—each time thinking it was funnier and funnier. Eventually Lena got out of her miniskirt and top, and had slipped off her sandals, bra and panties. We theatrically swapped each other’s underwear, formally thanking each other for the gifts. I slipped into Helena’s panties and felt the slightly damp material against my skin. We’d shared each other’s clothes—even underwear—before, but not halfway through an evening. It felt odd, and strangely sexy, to be wearing Lena’s panties.

I squeezed into Lena’s top and miniskirt; mentally aware of my slightly larger frame, then turned to her. “Does it look okay?” I said.

“Fabulous!” said Helena, effortlessly looking gorgeous in my brown mini-dress. We swapped footwear and, as we did so, the door to the washroom opened, flooding the room with thumping noise. Someone must have heard us scuffling because there was a pause before a knock on the door.

“Uh, excuse me, are you okay in there?”

“Yes, thanks,” I said, as soberly as possible.

“Yes, thanks,” Helena mimicked in a squeaky voice. The visitor obviously picked up on this.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” she said.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Just getting friendly, that’s all,” Helena added. “Wanna join in? There’s plenty of room in here.”

The presence by the cubicle door shifted. “Fuck you, sister,” the woman said.

“No, thanks.” Helena giggled. “I’ll fuck my own!”

This sent the two of us into fit of giggles that last way after the washroom door opened and closed once more. We composed ourselves—slightly—and took some deep breaths, finally opening the door to the cubicle to appraise each other in the mirrors by the washbowls. Lena slipped an arm around my waist and I did the same, feeling her softness underneath my own dress.

“Are we gorgeous, or what?” said Helena, fixing me with a wink.

“Gorgeous,” I said. “Definitely gorgeous. Hey, what about your earrings?”

“Nice pick-up,” said Helena, unhooking the green amber earring she wore and swapping them with mine. She didn’t seem to notice they were the ones she’d bought me.

“Hairclips,” Helena said, holding out her hand. I unclipped them and she put them in.

“Dammit. I’ve got no sparkles,” I said.

“Sparkles?”

“Your lipstick. I haven’t got any glitter sticks.”

“Doesn’t matter. Just stand still.”

I did so, and Helena leaned forward, gently pressing her mouth against mine to rub off some of the glitter on her lips. I felt that same slightly electric thrill ripple through me as Lena did it. It wasn’t really a kiss, but close to it, and the alcohol had broken down a whole town wall of my inhibitions already.

“Mmm, nice,” I said, winking at her.

Lena grabbed my hand a squeezed it. “Very,” she added. “Come on, let’s go. Me first.”

Helena slipped out into the main hall, and I followed a minute or two later. I smoothed my hands down my front and legs, feeling my sister’s clothes hot against my skin. I felt incredibly horny.

Almost as soon as I got outside, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see a college girl with short brown hair and big, wide eyes smiling at me.

“I thought it was you, girlfriend,” she said, leaning in to give me a hug. I’d never seen her before, but she must have been this friend Helen was talking about. I helped myself into the embrace and felt the other woman run her hands up and down my back.

“Why didn’t you call me?” she breathed into my ear.

“I, um, I—” I started, then found myself at a loss for words as the woman pressed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” she said, between kisses. “God, you taste good.”

Almost as soon as she said it, I felt her hand travel down my back and the grab my ass. I felt myself getting very turned on. Partly because of the alcohol, partly because I’d never properly made out with a girl before, but mostly because I had my sister’s damp panties against my crotch.

I carried on kissing this mystery girl, tickling the back of her neck with my fingers and feeling her nails paw at the fabric of Helena’s skirt against my ass. It didn’t seem to matter that we were in the middle of a noisy nightclub full of people.

The brunette finally broke off the kiss and stared dreamily at me. “Wanna go?” she said.

I was tempted. I sorely was; wholly taken by the moment and the prospect of hot lesbian sex with a girl who thought I was my sister. But some other practical part of my brain was still functioning. I leaned forward and kissed her nose. “Promised myself to someone else tonight,” I said.

The brunette sighed. “Bitch,” she said. “You’re mine next week.”

“Maybe!” I said, slipping out of her embrace and winding my way back to where Helena and I had been dancing earlier. I found her right there; dancing under the pulsing glare of the spotlights. It was another weird, surreal feeling; like going back in time and watching myself or something.

I was struck by two things; how similar my sister and I really looked, and also at how hot she looked wearing my own clothes. I danced up to her and grabbed for her hand. Lena focused hazy eyes at me and smiled, grabbing me back and pulling me into a half-dance, half-hug. I was deliriously happy right then, and feeling very uninhibited.

“She thought I was you!” I shouted into Lena’s ear.

“Who?”

“I don’t know! Some girl with short brown hair! She kissed me and grabbed my ass!”

“So would I!” my sister shouted back at me. “You look so hot!”

“You too!” I shouted, and I knew I meant it.

We danced together for goodness knows how long, until we felt so tired we could barely walk. Helena and I staggered together outside, and got a cab miraculously quickly. Beyond the heat of the nightclub, it felt freezing outside and we hugged each other close for warmth. We carried on doing the same in the cab, and it didn’t escape the notice of the driver.

“Hey,” he said, staring at us in the mirror, “you girls are friendly, huh?”

Lena had buried her head into my shoulder and was draping one leg over my knee. “Uh, huh,” I said, stroking the side of my sister’s face.

“You two an item?” he said. “You look like twins.”

“Hey,” I answered back. “You drive. We grope. Okay?”

The driver snickered, but didn’t answer back.

By the time we got home, both of us had sobered up a little. I paid the taxi driver and followed my sister to the front door. Lena fished out the key from her purse and we let ourselves in.

It was dark in the house. Mom and Dad were still away. Helena skipped into the main room and put on the lights. I locked the door behind me and followed her in.

“Whooo,” Helena said, pirouetting on the floor between the sofas and TV. “I need a drink, and some music,” she said.

“I’ll get the drink. You get the music,” I said, wondering how long I would last until sleep claimed me.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. When I came back, Helena was lying fast asleep on the sofa. I put the unopened beers on a coffee table and sat down next to my sister. I stroked the hair back from her face and stared at how pretty she looked.

“Hey,” I whispered gently. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”

Helena muffled a response that was somewhere between “humph,” and “gnaah.”

I knelt down on the floor and put my head close to hers. “He-le-na,” I said, in a sing-song voice, “come on, baby sister. Time for bye-byes.”

This time the answer was a more definite mumble of, “Fuck you.”

I paused a second, looking at her. Then, on impulse, I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. At first she didn’t respond, but after a couple of pecks, I felt her kiss back.

She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at me. “Are you kissing me?” she said.

“Yes,” I whispered back, leaning forward to kiss her again. “Now get up, you lazy bitch, and get to bed.”

Helena smiled, kissed me once more and began the long, slow, torturous process of sitting upright. She looked sleepy, tousled and gorgeous. “Okay,” she said, stifling a yawn. “Let’s go.” And with that, she promptly slumped back down.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” I said, grabbing at her shoulders. “Come on, little bunny. Get up.”

“Only if you kiss me,” she mumbled.

I leaned forward and kissed her briefly. “Okay. Now to bed.”

Helena struggled upright. “Only if you kiss me,” she repeated, pouting at me. I kissed her again and she clumsily got to her feet. We stumbled up the stairs to our shared landing.

“Okay,” I said, “into your room.”

“Only if you kiss me,” Helena said, half giggling. I kissed her again, pecking her lips in frustration. We made it into her room, and she sat on the bed, staring at me with a silly grin on her face.

I stood, hand on my hips, staring at her.

“You want your clothes back?” she said.

“Yes, please,” I said.

Helena giggled. “Only if you—”

She didn’t get to finish as I jumped her where she sat. We rolled around on top of her covers as I tickled her mercilessly. We stopped, a few short moments later with her bed covers in a mess, tangled up in each other. Helena had somehow pinned me against the bed and was lying half across me. Our legs were entwined and I could feel the fabric of the panties she’d swapped with me against my thigh. I could also feel her own leg between mine; pressing up against my crotch. Our tops had ridden up during the wrestling match and the skin of her tummy was hot next to mine.

We stared at each other, and I felt a wave of eroticism rush though me. Helena wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.

I shook my head slowly and saw her eyes drop. “Only if you kiss me,” I whispered back.

Lena looked sharply at me, a frown on her brow. Then she smiled, and I smiled back. She leaned down and kissed me; at first very tenderly, our lips connecting and disconnecting with loud smacking noises. Then we kissed again, and I felt her lips part. Her tongue met mine, and I lost myself in her.

Helena pressed her crotch against my leg and I felt her pussy, damp beneath my panties. The closeness of my sister and the smell of my own clothes mixed with hers was intoxicating. Helena pressed herself against me — first her crotch, then her thigh between my legs, then her breasts against mine. Our arms were wrapped around each other and her hair fell in a cascade around my face as her tongue made deep explorations in my mouth.

We rolled to our sides, legs still entwined, and I smoothed the hair away from the side of Lena’s face. We stared at each other for a moment. My heart was thudding in a way it never had before. I’d never felt this aroused, and the anticipation of sex with my own sister had my body pulsing with excitement. I felt myself trembling and couldn’t stop it.

“Hey, hey,” Helena said, in her quietest voice. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

I closed my eyes and felt her fingertips against my cheek, soothing me. I drank in every tiny sensation of the closeness of my sister. Taking my sister’s hand from my face, I drew it to my mouth and started kissing her fingers; slowly at first, gently, then more ardently. I felt Helena shift a little on the bed, but I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed, lost in the sensation of nuzzling her hand.

I felt her move again; not to draw her hand away, but to kneel beside me. I felt a coldness where Helena was no longer pressed against me, but was too intent on kissing her fingers to stop. She was talking softly; telling me how beautiful I was, how much she adored me. I felt her other hand rest lightly on my knee, then begin to travel upward; inside my thigh. The tickling sensation was incredible, and as Helena’s free hand reached my crotch, I felt something like an electric charge ripple through me. She ran her finger up and down the fabric of the panties I had swapped with her. She could feel how wet I was beneath them, and how erect my clit had become.

“Touch me! Touch me!” I whispered urgently.

I felt Helena slip one, then two fingers beneath the elastic at the side of the panties, then once again felt that glorious electric moment as her fingers touched the flesh of my pussy. I had stopped kissing her hand and had parted my lips, pulling her fingers into my mouth and sucking on them. I felt Helena rub her fingers up and down the slick wetness of my pussy, and groaned out loud at the incredible sensation she was giving me.

Suddenly, Helena withdrew her hands, both from my mouth and from between my legs. Immediately, I yearned for more; arching my back.

“Let’s get undressed,” Lena said simply.

I opened my eyes and watched my sister pull the mini-dress she wore over her head, seeing her in a light I hadn’t previously reserved for anyone—boy or girl. Her body was glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat from our initial lovemaking. Her breasts, the nipples hardened to dull bullets, bobbed slightly as the dress pulled away. I reached out and touched them, feeling their softness beneath my fingertips.

Helena sloughed off the dress, then took my hand. “Hey, get naked,” she said. Her voice was incredibly calm. I didn’t trust mine to speak without cracking or sounding weird, so said nothing. Helena, now just wearing the panties I’d swapped with her, sat kneeling beside me; looking me up and down. I raised my hips and shrugged my sister’s panties past my ass cheeks, raised my legs and pulled them down, then off. I unclasped the skirt Lena had swapped with me, and slipped that off too.

Now naked from the waist down, I knelt up beside Lena and gathered the hem of the bra-top I was wearing. I was pulling the top over my head, had my arms crossed either side of my head with the top covering my face when Helena said: “Stop.” It was so quiet, but so insistent, I did just that.

I felt Helena shuffle toward me until our bodies were very close. She ran her hands up and down my front, rubbing my nipples with her palms as she did so. I couldn’t see a thing and my arms were crossed so that I couldn’t move them very much. There was another shift and I felt the warm, wet sensation of Helena’s tongue against my right nipple. Her lips closed on my breast and she began to lick and suck at me.

She let her hand travel down over my stomach to briefly tickle the hairs on my pussy before clamping onto the inside of my open thigh. I wanted to take the top off and hold her, but something told me Lena had done this for a reason. And despite the urge to do what I wanted, I took enormous erotic pleasure from her telling me what to do. Lena’s other hand was exploring my back; from the nape of the neck down to the small of my back. She gripped my thigh as her other hand explored my ass cheeks; smoothing, then pinching them.

“Oh God, Cassie,” she said suddenly, urgently. “There’s so much I want to do to you. So much.”

“Then do it,” I whispered back, almost breathless. My arms were beginning to ache, but I didn’t dare move them. “Do it!” I said again. “Do it all to me, sis!”

As if that were the last floodgate, I felt Helena bite the nipple she had in her mouth. There was at once a shock of pain, but followed by an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Almost immediately, she moved away and I felt the hand she had behind me dip between my ass cheeks. Two of her fingers stretched the cleft open, and a third pressed against my anus.

“All of it?” Lena said, her mouth now close to my ear.

“Yes. Yes!” I breathed, turning to kiss her.

Helena suddenly pulled the top over my head and grabbed my sides, turning me toward her. We stared at each other for the briefest of moments; drinking in the insatiable lust we had for each other, then Lena pulled me toward her and we embraced again; kissing each other with an urgency as though the world would end.

We collapsed onto the bed; seemingly inseparable; our hands roaming uninhibited over each other’s bodies. After a time that felt like hours —but wasn’t nearly long enough—Helena broke off the kiss and moved down my body, kissing every inch of my skin. I watched her move down past my stomach and open my legs wide. I felt the tickle of Lena’s hair between my legs and watched as she flicked her hair over her shoulder, then lowered her mouth to my pussy and began to kiss the swollen tip of my clitoris.

The sensation was incredible, like hot coals sliding over my engorged clit. Her tongue was so soft, so wet, and she licked me slowly, like lapping at the edges of an ice-cream cone. I watched her going down on me, losing myself in the heat of the moment, wondering why we hadn’t done this before, why I hadn’t truly understood how sexually attractive and irresistible my sister was until this night.

At that moment, Helena looked up at me across the landscape of my own body and her eyes locked onto mine. Her tongue had slipped beneath my clit and was worming between the lips of my pussy.

“I love you, Lena,” I said. “God, I love you!”

Helena closed her eyes and lowered her mouth to my pussy, enclosing my clit as her tongue flicked inside me. I reached down and threaded my fingers into my sister’s hair, holding onto her as she made love to me with her mouth and tongue. Wave after wave of ecstasy shook through me as Helena drove me toward the most incredible orgasm of my life. Her hands were like sexual explorers, complementing the efforts her tongue was making between my legs; roaming up and down my naked torso, gripping my hips when she sucked on my clit, then scratching softly with her fingernails against my tummy when her tongue was lapping at me. I felt the heat within build to an incredible height, losing more control of myself with each second my sister ate my pussy.

“Oh God, Lena. I’m going to come. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I squealed. Finally I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled Helena’s head away from my burning pussy. Lena quickly knelt beside me and drove three fingers into the wet hole her tongue had just made love to. I felt her fingers stab into me; reaching deep inside as I climaxed.

I shouted, completely out of control. Through glazed eyes I watched Helena’s fingers pump in and out of me as a huge contraction rocked my body. I felt the muscles in my vagina tighten, then felt what had to have been a torrent of cum spill out of me and onto the bed.

“Oh yeah!” said Helena, working my pussy inside and out. “Oh fuck, yeah, Cassie!”

She fell beside me, fingers still inside my pussy, and kissed me hard. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against me, desperate for her tongue. She tasted warm and salty, and I knew that it was the taste of my own pussy I was sharing. Lena drew her fingers away from my crotch and brought them dripping up to my face. We broke off our kiss and I took them hungrily into my mouth; eager to suck my own cum off her fingers. Helena fucked my mouth, slowly easing her fingers in and out as I licked them clean. We kissed again, Helena reaching back down to my wet crotch to cover her fingers once again in my orgasm. This time she brought them to her own mouth to suck. We stared at each other.

“I never knew you tasted so good,” she said. I smiled up at her, struck dumb by how beautiful she looked. She fell back down beside me and we held each other closely, sharing gentle kisses and caresses. After a time, I lie back, feeling the storm of my orgasm ebb and fade.

“Next time,” I said, still aroused, “you have to fuck me with a strap-on.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So I can grab hold of your hips and pull you inside me.”

“Is that right? Anything else?” she asked, mock-annoyed.

“Yeah, actually. In between fucks, you can get me some water.”

“Kiss my ass,” said Helena.

I looked over at her, and grinned. “Okay!” I said. I sprang back at her on the bed and we began to wrestle once more. But this time Helena wasn’t giving me much of a fight. I shoved her onto her front, then pulled her legs up so that she was kneeling on all fours.

“Kiss your ass, huh?” I said. Helena was quiet.

I knelt behind my sister and tugged at the panties she still had on, pulled them down to her thighs and stared at her ass cheeks. She had a beautiful, smooth ass, and it had been the target of more than one or two hopeful taps. I used my hands to spread her cheeks wide open, so I could see the tight, puckered hole in between.

“Kiss your ass,” I repeated, then leaned forward and planted a fat, wet kiss right on the whorl of my sister’s anus. “How do you like that?” I said, grinning. I bent forward once more and did it again, crushing my lips against Helena’s tender rosebud, then knelt back and giggled.

Helena was silent. Instantly, I wondered if I’d done something wrong. But her voice, so quiet and calm, stopped me. “Do you know how much that turns me on?” she said.

“Turns you on?” I repeated, a little dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” Lena said, huskily. “Do it again.”

I did. But this time, I leaned forward slowly and let my tongue make contact first, letting it glide up and down her butt crack, feeling Lena’s hips sway as I did it. Her anus was slightly salty to the taste. It felt good, and fired my crazy lust even higher. Once more I progressed from gentle licks to something more urgent. I rasped my tongue up and down the tight pucker of my sister’s ass; feeling her cheeks brush against my face with every lick.

Helena was moaning, and I knew she was experiencing dirty thrill I’d felt when she went down on me. And, in a way, licking my sister’s anus was just as hot, and twice as wicked. I let my teeth pinch the skin at the side of her hole, then leaned back, staring at that gorgeous ass.

“Did you like that?” I said, trailing my forefinger up and down her crack.

“Um, God, yeah!” said my sister. She twisted around to peer at me, but her hair formed a curtain around her face and I couldn’t read her expression. “Put your finger inside me,” she said. “Fuck my butt, Cassie!”

I did as I was told, pressing my finger against the tight hole. I watched one, then two knuckles disappear up inside my sister’s rectum, and felt the heat and tightness inside her. I began to probe her with that finger, pulling and pushing, watching Helena’s body move in time to my touch. I used my other hand to keep her buttocks spread wide, giving me a great view of the proceedings.

“More!” she breathed. “Gimme another finger!”

I pulled my finger from her asshole and slipped it into my mouth, adding my middle finger. When they were both good and wet, I pressed them both against my sister’s rosebud and started to press them inside her. Helena moaned, feeling herself being stretched even further. But pretty soon I was buttfucking Helena with a steady tempo, pushing as deep as I could go into her back door.

“Oh, Cassie! God, that’s s-so fuckin’ good! D-don’t… oh shit, don’t stop!”

Helena was getting close to a climax, and I hadn’t yet done what I really wanted to do — get a taste of her pussy. I pulled my fingers out and leaned forward, once again licking at her ass. This time her sphincter had relaxed and when I flicked out my tongue, I could roll it around the inside rim of her rectum. It felt incredible. I used my hands to spread her ass as wide open as I could, pressing my face against her as I thrust my tongue in deep. I felt Helena’s legs start to tremble — and if my sister was anything like me, that meant she wasn’t far away from an explosive orgasm.

I pulled back again, quickly shifting so that I could slip underneath my sister — her pussy directly over my face, mine beneath hers. I used my hands to draw her hips down toward me, and felt the warmth between her legs as Helena lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was so wet, I felt like I might drown rather than suffocate! My sister tasted wonderful beyond anything I could imagine — as earthy and musky as my own pussy, but in some unidentifiable way, even more extraordinary.

Within moments, I felt the hot stab of her own tongue against my own pussy. Helena curled an arm around my thigh and started to use her fingers on me; teasing the soft lips open, then slipping two fingers inside. I squirmed to get an arm free, then managed to get my hand close enough to Helena’s pussy to lather two of my fingers in her nectar. Then, pulling my hand back away, I managed to get round to her beautiful ass, and used those lubed fingers to explore her nether hole once more. I felt Helena’s body jerk when she knew what I was doing. I got both fingers as far up her ass as my body position would allow, twisting them around inside while I concentrated on eating her pussy. My jaw began to ache, but I wasn’t going to stop until I made my sister come.

Helena bucked her hips against me, grinding herself into my face. I felt her shudder violently and, at that moment, she lost control, slumping forward between my outstretched legs, wailing into the bed sheets as she came. I felt her pussy contract, and a warm trickle of her essence drip into my mouth. I gulped it down, holding on tight as I felt my own orgasm smash into me like a fist.

The two of us lay motionless for several minutes, Helena slumped on top of me in reverse, clinging onto one of my ankles. I had my eyes closed, and was running my hands over her beautiful ass again and again. Eventually, as though being mindful of a possible sports injury, Helena disengaged herself and crawled up the bed to lie beside me. We nestled together, smoothing the hair from each other’s faces as we stared at one another through sleepy eyes.

Helena threw an arm across my body and settled her head against my shoulder. I heard her say “I love you,” then I was fast asleep.

I woke once, during the night, feeling the cold chill of the room prickle my skin. For that dizzying half-second of wakefulness, I was lost and confused, not knowing where I was. Then I realised that the bed sheets were not my own, and that the reduced space was caused by the body of my sister, sleeping naked beside me. Helena had curled into a foetus position, with her back to me; long blonde hair spilling over her face and shoulders.

I pulled the covers up over both our bodies, and settled back down, lying as close as I could, so as to feel the touch of Helena’s skin against my own.

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Teaching the Girls, Chapter 13

  • Posted on February 3, 2018 at 7:10 am

By Naughty Mommy

“Now, before we go on to the next thing, there’s something I need to ask you guys about.” I was looking at the cute blonde sisters, Heather and Felicity, as I said this. They sat beside me on the couch in Kay’s living room, with Cherise and Addison squeezed in on my other side. “I sort of already have an answer from you, Heather.”

I gave the girl a wink and nodded toward her crotch. Her hands were still between her legs, holding her pussy through her pink panties, though her fingers weren’t moving as fast as before. The twelve-year-old blushed but didn’t take her hands away.

“What I was going to ask you both is if you masturbate, and how often you do it. See, if you really want to enjoy sex with others, it’s important to do that a lot. In fact, I think everyone should masturbate as often as they can. Not only does it make you feel very, very good, it also can help you learn how to please your lovers as well as yourself.”

I paused a moment, checking for their reactions. Heather nodded and smiled while Felicity simply gazed up at me. The younger one seemed to be a fairly quiet girl, at least compared to the other kids.

“So, Heather,” I asked, “how often do you masturbate?”

“Um, well…” After licking her lips and swallowing, she said, “I mean, like, you know, every day. Usually more than once. Almost always more than once.”

“And do you come every time? Have an orgasm?”

“Yeah. I mean, not every time, but just about every time.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I told her, then looked at Felicity. “How about you, sweetie? Do you masturbate too? Play with your pussy, make yourself feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” she giggled. “I do. A lot.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it. How long have you been doing that?”

“I dunno,” Felicity shrugged. “Since I was little.”

“So, you do it now every day? Do you have orgasms every day?”

She nodded, but said nothing.

“All right. I don’t mean to be nosy, but if I’m going to teach you stuff, I sometimes need to ask questions, okay?”

“Sure,” said Heather. “It’s fine.”

Then I turned my attention back to the moms, who stood naked in front of us and had been listening to my conversation with the girls. Kay had both hands on her breasts, fondling the nipples. Donna was holding one of her big boobs in her left hand, while her right hand was between her legs, two fingers sliding through her gooey folds, moving up and down. Danielle, in the middle, was not touching herself, just standing calmly, hands at her sides.

“We’ve seen your bodies,” I said to the women, “and they’re all beautiful, really gorgeous and totally sexy. Right, kids?”

“Uh-huh,” they agreed.

“But now I think we should get a better look, a close-up look.” I scooted forward on the couch until I was perched on the edge, my back straight. “You guys move up too, like this, so we can see better, okay?”

The girls quickly followed my example. The five of us sat in a row, facing the nude women. I pulled my pleated skirt up to my waist and slid a hand down inside my panties. Looking from side to side, I said, “Do this too, start touching yourselves. It doesn’t matter if you come or not, but I want you to play with your pussies while we look at your moms.”

Cherise, Addison, and Felicity were wearing shorts, so they had to open them. They each did that, then put their hands in their little undies to touch themselves. Heather slipped a hand down inside her panties as well.

“Good,” I nodded to them. “We’ll all masturbate together.”

“Mmm, nice,” said Donna, fingers moving faster between her legs.

I smiled at the blonde, while telling her, “It’s okay for you to masturbate too, if you feel like it — all three of you can — except I don’t want you to come, not yet. Later, but not now, all right?”

Donna raised her eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged in agreement.

“Anyway, I have something else for you to do,” I continued. “Let’s get a closer look at everyone’s beautiful boobs. We’ll start with you this time, Donna. Come here and show your tits to your daughters.”

“Uh…”

“It’s okay,” I said to her. “Come over here close, lean down a little, and put your boobs right in front of Heather’s face so she can get a really good look at them.”

“Well, all right.”

The woman stepped forward, cupping her large breasts and holding them out. Bending at the waist, she leaned in close and turned slowly from side to side, placing first one then the other erect nipple on display in front of Heather’s eyes and her mouth. She even tweaked her nipples slightly, flicking the ends of her fingers over the tips, making them harder. The fingers of Donna’s right hand were wet, I saw, with pussy juice, and her brown nipple gleamed with moisture. Heather moaned as she took in the sight and caressed herself.

“That’s good, very good,” I said to Donna. “Now do the same for Felicity.”

She did, and I watched the young girl’s eyes grow very wide as her mother’s bare breasts were presented to her so seductively.

“You like that, honey?” I asked Felicity in a soft voice. “You like looking at your mommy’s boobs and her big nipples?”

“Uh-huh,” the child nodded, licking her lips as if she was hungry.

Seeing Felicity do that made my clit tingle, and I rubbed myself faster. I didn’t think it would take much at this point for us to go beyond the limits, to plunge right into all-out mother-daughter sex. I’d agreed, however, to respect the boundaries that had been set, and for the time being I would honor that vow.

Making an effort to retain my composure, I said, “Um, Danielle, you come here now and show your tits to Heather, then Felicity. And Donna, you go to Cherise and Addison next, give them the same kind of show, okay?”

Donna chuckled, “All right.” The woman passed by me, pausing for a second to jiggle her tempting boobs in front of my face, then went on to Cherise.

Meanwhile, Danielle stepped over to Heather, leaning down and cradling her tits for the girl to see. If anything, Danielle went even farther with the provocative nipple play, twisting and pulling and squeezing them, making her dark nipples incredibly long and stiff. It was super hot and dirty watching these women tease the little girls that way. I could sense a climax approaching, fingers inside my panties becoming very slippery, so I eased off on the stroking of my clit. Certainly I wanted to come, just not yet.

When Danielle was finished with Heather and Felicity, and Donna with Addison and Cherise, I instructed Kay to come over and display her tits to Donna’s girls, with Danielle moving past me to the other two kids. Seeing Danielle hold her erect nipples out, bringing them just in front of Cherise’s mouth, almost but not quite touching them to her daughter’s lips, about drove me insane with lust. Even though I’d tried to slow down some, I knew I was right on the verge of an orgasm and decided I’d better distract myself, go back to teaching.

“So, um—” My voice was hoarse, and I had to clear my throat. Then I continued, “As you can see, their bodies are different, right? Different kinds of boobs? Each woman has a unique shape, and yet they’re all beautiful in their own way, don’t you think?”

Heather gave a quick nod, but none of the other girls responded. Felicity had Kay’s big breasts filling her vision, and Danielle was leaning down in front of Addison now, playing with her stiff nipples for the girl’s enjoyment. Cherise was staring wide-eyed at her mom, mouth hanging open. Her hand was still inside her undies, though not moving much.

As Kay eased past me, going on to Cherise, and Danielle took a step back, I heard an urgent whimper from Addison. The child had both hands between her legs, fingers working busily inside her panties. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing fast. She licked her lips while she watched her mother, Kay, present her boobs and nipples to Cherise.

When Kay finished there and turned toward her daughter, Addison suddenly squealed and fell back on the couch, her face in a grimace, eyes tightly shut, small body jerking in a powerful climax.

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” exclaimed Donna.

She was standing next to Danielle. Both women were masturbating, rubbing their juicy pussies as they stared at Addison, watching her come. I hoped they would remember that I’d asked them not to go all the way yet, not to reach orgasm — but then I figured, hell, what does it really matter? I moved my own fingers faster between my legs, my clit swollen and hard. As it turned out, though, I didn’t come just then, and neither did they. But before long we all would.

We waited a few moments for Addison. The child shuddered several more times, then finally let out a heavy sigh and lay quietly, catching her breath, eyes closed, hands still inside her panties.

“So fucking hot,” I heard Donna say. I glanced up and saw that she was licking the fingers of her right hand, tasting herself as she looked at the girl. Addison’s mother, Kay, held her luscious boobs in both hands, massaging them and pinching the nipples, whispering, “Such a good little girl, such a sexy girl.”

“Unhhh,” Heather groaned. Turning to her, seeing how red her face was, I asked, “Are you gonna come?”

“Not yet,” she giggled. “But pretty soon maybe.”

Looking back, I saw Addison’s eyes blink open. She took a deep breath, then pushed herself up to a sitting position, grinning happily.

“Okay,” I told the moms, “I want your kids to see more now.”

“More??” asked Donna.

“Uh-huh. Like I was saying, it’s good for them to get an idea how every woman’s body is different, yet they’re all really beautiful, you know?”

“Well, sure, I guess.”

I pulled off my boots. Quickly unzipping my skirt, I got to my feet, pushing my panties and skirt down all at once and stepping out of them. After lifting my sweater over my head and tossing it away, I was nude.

“I’m not really a woman yet, of course, I’m only sixteen,” I chuckled. “But they can look at me too, along with you three.”

I watched as Donna’s eyes ran up and down my body, taking in my pale, lightly freckled skin, small breasts, pink nipples, the red bush between my legs. She nodded approvingly.

Turning to the little girls, I said, “Um, you guys, sit down on the floor now, and lean against the couch. Yeah, good, that’s right, perfect. And keep your hands inside your undies. Keep playing with yourselves, all right?”

When the children were arranged just the way I wanted them, I said to the moms, “Now we’re gonna show them our pussies. We’re gonna let the kids see everything. Okay?”

No one objected.

It was thrilling, intoxicating, to know that I had so much control over the situation, that these women would allow me to direct them however I chose, doing things that likely would horrify most people. This was truly an awesome responsibility, and I didn’t want to mess it up. But I was convinced that if I followed my instincts, it all would work out. Gina had trained me well. I was the right person at the right time to be teaching these young girls about lesbian sex while bringing their mothers along for the ride.

Still, I was about to take them a step beyond where we’d gone before, a big step. What I had in mind for the next few minutes — and especially what we would do after going up to Kay’s bedroom — all this would push very hard against the limits that had been set. Would it be too far? Too much? Would I finally encounter a refusal from someone? There was only one way to find out.

“I’ll go first,” I said.

This certainly would not be too far. I’d already had sex with both Addison and Cherise while their mothers watched. The girls had licked my pussy and sucked my clit. I had come in their mouths, and I’d eaten their pussies too. Seeing my cunt up close would be nothing new for them. It would be a new experience for the other two, Felicity and Heather, but after all, that’s why we were here. It was a safe way to start.

I stepped forward, positioning myself in front of Addison, who sat at one end of the line. Flexing my knees and squatting a bit, I drew back my labia with my fingers, exposing myself to her. “Look at my pussy, little girl. Look at my cunt. See how wet I am?”

“Uh-huh,” Addison nodded, her eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

Pulling my pussy lips back a little more, I said, “Can you see my clit? My fat pink clit?”

She nodded eagerly but silently.

“Are you playing with yourself, honey?” I asked. “Rubbing your own clit?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“That’s good. I want you to keep doing that. I want you to come again, if you can, okay?”

“Um, yeah, okay.”

Taking a step to my left, I moved away from Addison and placed my crotch in front of Cherise’s pretty face, while telling Danielle, “You come here now and show your pussy to Addison. After you it’ll be Kay and then Donna last. We’ll move down the line, letting each girl look at each of us.”

That’s what we did. We stood in front of them one by one, each child being given a extremely close-up look at our juicy cunts. I was very wet, and I was positive the others were at least as wet as I was. The kids could see that, obviously, and I was sure they could smell it as well. Also, in addition to exposing ourselves, I encouraged the women to talk dirty to the little girls. They all complied, filling the air with hot nasty talk that complemented the delicious aroma of pussy.

Once I reached the end, after spending half a minute or so in front of Heather, holding my labia wide open for her, talking dirty and thrusting my crotch up to within an about an inch of her face, I stepped back. It was Danielle’s turn to give Heather a look at her cunt.

Somewhat to my surprise, Danielle went even further than I had, not only showing and talking but doing — she massaged her erect clit while Heather watched, and then she slid first one finger, then two fingers, deep inside her vagina, fucking herself for the girl while describing how good it all felt.

This was a new pattern, one I hadn’t asked for, but was very happy to see. The other women picked up on it too, pushing their fingers inside, fucking themselves for the kids, then pulling back their lips as far as possible, holding their gaping vaginas wide open so the children could look inside.

When Danielle was done with Heather, I told her she should return to Cherise. Kay stepped in front of Heather next and started doing her naughty thing for the young blonde. I could tell that Kay was right on the edge, almost ready to come. Her voice was shaky and hoarse, her body trembling as she fucked her cunt for Heather.

After only a few seconds of this, I tapped the woman on the shoulder and said, “You can go to your daughter now.”

She did, and then we had Kay with Addison, Danielle with Cherise, and Donna facing her lovely daughters, Heather and Felicity. The women were standing, the kids seated on the floor.

“All right,” I told them, “you don’t have to hold back any longer. I want the moms to come. Get up very close, right in front of your little girls’ faces, and bring yourselves to orgasm. I want them to see you come.”

“My god, really?” said Donna.

“Uh-huh, really.”

I didn’t think either Danielle or Kay would have an issue with this since during our previous sessions both had already masturbated for the girls, though admittedly never quite this close before. And they didn’t object. Neither one said a word, at least not to me. Instead, they immediately began rubbing themselves while bending at the knees to place their cunts directly in front of their daughters’ mouths. They tried talking dirty too, at first, except very soon their growing passion made it difficult for them to speak.

After watching the other moms for several moments, Donna turned to her girls. I noticed that Felicity and Heather were leaning in much nearer to one another, heads almost together. Their mother stepped in front of them and started masturbating, the fingers of one hand rapidly strumming her clit as she shoved two fingers of her other hand deep inside her pussy. Donna was just opening her mouth to say something to them when suddenly Heather gasped and grunted, her slender adolescent body quaking with powerful climactic spasms. Seeing this propelled Donna over the top too.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK!!” the woman cried out, staggering, barely able to keep her feet. She groaned heavily, bending at the waist. Gobs of creamy goo oozed from her pussy, flowing around her fingers and dripping toward the floor. A few warm drops landed on Felicity’s bare knee. I watched the ten-year-old’s eyes flashing from the shiny slippery stuff on her leg to her mom’s juicy pussy to her sister’s face, the older girl still in the throes of her own orgasm.

As all this was happening, another climax took place. Kay was furiously fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out, telling Addison, “Watch me! Watch Mommy!” She came, and an instant after that, Addison did too.

Then I heard a growl from Danielle, saying to Cherise, “Look at Mommy’s fucking cunt — look at Mommy’s fucking cunt!” With the fingers of one hand she held her pussy lips apart, the other hand stroking her clit. The woman’s long legs were spread wide as she arched her pelvis, pushing her sex almost into Cherise’s mouth.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” hissed Danielle. “Look at Mommy’s fucking cunt, baby, look at Mommy’s fu- UNHHH!!!”

A loud gasp and a shrill cry from Cherise told me she must be climaxing as well — although I really couldn’t see her or anything else at that point since my eyes were tightly closed. I’d been rubbing my own pussy, of course, as I watched and listened to all this unbelievably exciting action, and now I was enjoying that wonderful release of orgasmic energy coursing through my body, waves of pleasure pulsing from my center again and again.

 

“Ahhh… whew,” I sighed, taking a deep breath, gathering myself. Opening my eyes, I found that all three women were seated on the floor beside their daughters, talking softly to them. They presented a very pleasing scene.

“So, for the next thing,” I announced, “I think we should go to your bedroom, Kay, if that’s all right. It’ll be easier up there, doing what I want.”

Kay smiled and started getting to her feet. “Of course, that’s just fine, whatever you say.”

“Um, wait,” said Donna. “Before that, anyone up for a Buttery Nipple?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but the other moms both nodded. “Good plan,” said Kay. “Let’s do it.”

The adults headed toward the kitchen, with the rest of us following behind. From the refrigerator, Kay removed a small tray that held four small empty glasses (these were shot glasses, I now know, but didn’t then). She also took out a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream. My parents had some of that at home, so I recognized it.

Meanwhile, Donna picked up a dark brown bottle with a long neck that was sitting on the counter. “This is butterscotch schnapps,” she said to me, with a wink and a giggle. “You’ll like it.”

She opened the bottle and poured about an inch or two of golden brown liquid into each of the glasses. Then Kay added the Baileys, pouring it carefully over the back of a spoon. This made two layers, dark and light, a lovely contrast.

Handing a glass to me, Donna said, “You don’t have to drink this if you don’t want to, but I think you should.”

“Well, okay,” I shrugged. “I guess I’ll give it a try.”

“Cheers,” said Kay, lifting her glass.

“Here’s to nipples,” Donna added, “buttery or not, I just love ‘em.”

This got a few chuckles, then the moms all upended their glasses, gulping down the drinks. I wasn’t quite that brave, starting with a sip. It was very good, though, sweet and cold and yummy, and I quickly finished it.

After Kay put the Baileys Irish Cream back in the fridge, we went upstairs, three naked women, a nude teenager, and four little girls still wearing clothes — though not for long.

In the bedroom, I asked the moms to sit on the bed, side by side, then instructed the kids to strip for them, one by one, starting with the youngest. That was Addison, only nine years old. She was in fourth grade along with Felicity and Cherise, who were ten, except her birthday was not until April.

Addison didn’t put on much of a show, simply whipping her t-shirt off over her head, then pushing down her shorts and panties all in a bunch. Nevertheless, the women smiled and applauded, with Donna cooing, “Very, very nice.”

It was Felicity’s turn next. She stepped forward, but hesitated a moment, until her mother said, “It’s all right, honey, go on. We all want to see you.”

Smiling nervously, the pretty blonde child slowly opened her shorts and let them drop to the floor. I was very eager to finally get a look at her developing boobies. Thanks to the skimpy leotards she and the other girls wore for our yoga lessons, I’d had plenty of opportunities to note that Felicity already had begun to sprout, showing tiny buds the size of half a walnut shell.

Now as she gripped the hem of her shirt and gradually raised it, I could feel my heart pounding, my clit tingling, my own nipples growing erect. I also noticed my head was spinning a bit, and realized the alcohol must be taking effect.

“Mmm,” sighed Kay, as Felicity’s delicious little mini-breasts were revealed to us. The girl’s pink nipples were small but stiffly pointed. Looking at the moms, I saw that all eyes were fastened on Felicity’s tempting chest — until, that is, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her Hello Kitty undies and began peeling them down.

I wondered if we would see any hair, but there was none. She was completely bare, nothing but soft white skin and puffy labia. Felicity skimmed the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, then stood naked for our appraisal.

Oh my, such an awesome sight! I’m a grownup now, and through the years I’ve been lucky enough to have had sex with more than my share of highly attractive women, fully enjoying their luscious bodies. But truly there is nothing in the world that can ever compare to the beauty of a pubescent young girl… her long, slim legs, smooth cleft, perfect breast buds, pretty face… I could stare at someone like Felicity for hours and never tire of it.

She received no applause. I think, like me, the women were too stunned to clap or cheer. They simply sat and gaped at her, mouths hanging open. Felicity took in their hungry looks for a few seconds, then blushed and stepped back in line with the other kids.

Next up was Cherise. She was quite tall for her age, almost as tall as Heather, who was two years older. Of course, Cherise’s mother, Danielle, at 5’8” was by far the tallest of the moms.

Cherise pulled off her top and tossed it aside, shaking out her long, straight, deep brown hair, which fell across her thin shoulders. Her chest was mostly flat, no boobs at all really, though her nipples had begun to develop a bit. They were slightly larger and darker than a little girl’s and made a pair of small peaks.

She paused briefly, letting us look at her, then pushed down her shorts and panties in one motion, kicking them off. Unlike Addison or Felicity, Cherise was not completely bald. We could see a scant trace of hair on her mound, a few dark wisps. I clapped for her, and the three moms joined me. Cherise gave us a big happy smile before scooting back a step.

Now it was Heather’s turn. Everyone else in the room was naked. After a couple of deep breaths, the twelve-year-old came forward.

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Goodnight

  • Posted on February 2, 2018 at 8:19 am

By Jody and Lisa

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the end of a long day.

I’d arrived in town just that afternoon with a rented car and my meager belongings. My sister, Jessica, was letting me stay with her until I got settled — though she’d warned that her one-bedroom apartment was not large.

I had no idea, yet, how I was going to survive here in the city, but I couldn’t stay at home any longer. My parents had thrown a fit when they read my diary and learned about my sex life.  Most offensive to their mid-western values was my increasing preference for women.

No daughter of theirs would ever be a lesbian, they vowed.

So I chose not to be their daughter, and left.

Now, here I was with my sister, celebrating my independence.

After we’d showered, Jessica took me out for dinner and introduced me to sushi, which I’d never had before.  I was skeptical, but after my first taste I was hooked.  We drank some sake, too, but it wasn’t quite my style.

Instead, we opted to pick up some wine on the way back to her apartment. We sat on her couch and talked all evening.

Eventually, I told her how I’d come to my hasty decision to move.

“Jenny, you know, the only difference between you and me,” my sister said, “is that you got caught.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one who prefers women,” she added.

I did a double take, then broke into a smile. I hadn’t expected this, but it was so cool. It seemed especially fitting that our narrow-minded parents had produced only lesbian daughters. My sister, just a year older than me, hinted at the lengths she’d had to go to hide her sexuality from the family. Moving to the city had seemed like the best thing, as soon as she was old enough.

I hugged Jessica, feeling closer to her than ever before.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out to the one of the lesbian bars,” my sister promised. “We could both find some action. I haven’t been laid in a month.”

She told me stories about friends and lovers she’d met in the local lesbian scene. I couldn’t wait.

“Time for bed,” said my sister eventually.

It was nearly 3 AM.

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed, slightly drunk. “Shall I sleep on the couch?”

“Not unless you want to wake up as a pretzel,” Jessica joked. “No, you should crash with me.”

“Thanks,” I said, then groaned when I saw what a mess my pile of suitcases and bags was. “Gotta find something to sleep in.”

“Worry about it tomorrow,” my sister said. “You can borrow something of mine.”

Something of hers, it turned out, meant something exceedingly sexy. In her bedroom, Jessica had a drawer stuffed full of lingerie and delicate nightwear. She just loved the whole ultra-feminine look, she explained.

I liked it myself, but I had to agree even more when my sister selected two matching baby doll and panties sets: one pink and one yellow.

“Here,” she said, handing me the top from one set and the bottom of the other. “We can be cross-matching.”

“Now that’s sexy,” I said, feeling the sheer material.

“You can change in here,” Jessica explained. “I’ll use the bathroom.”

I took off all my clothes and put on the stunning pink baby doll. It was a just a wisp of ornate lace flowing across my breasts, with a little bow at the front to hold it together. The panties were even more revealing; a delicate sliver of yellow fabric that barely covered my pussy. It teased its way up the crack of my ass and was held in place by bows at my hips.

It was a good thing I kept my pubic hair trimmed down to nothing to complement such an outrageously sexy pair of underwear.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and just wanted to touch myself all over. I tried putting my hair up, imagining myself in the eyes of a lover. Searching for a hair tie, I opened my sister’s bedside drawer. There I found what I was looking for, and much more: I spied a few toys, and explicit pictures of my sister with other women.

I looked away quickly, but the images were burned into my brain. My sister. Making love to women. In this bed.

Just then, Jessica came into the room.

“Like this?” I said.

Putting her hands on my hips, she tugged my panties up so that they rode high.

“God, you look good in that, Jenny,” my sister said as she stood behind me.

She put her hair up to match mine. We looked gorgeous, side by side at the mirror, I had to admit. Matching bodies, matching blonde hair, matching faces, matching lingerie…we could almost have been twins.

Jessica climbed into bed, and I walked around to the other side.

As I slid under the sheets beside my sister, it really hit me that I was finally away from the stifling conservatism of home. At last, I was free to be myself. And tomorrow night, I would make my debut in the lesbian community.

It made me feel very adult, and kind of sexy, too.

I was acutely aware of my sister’s body in the bed beside me, and of my own near-nakedness.

I thought about the pictures.

“Goodnight, Jenny,” said my sister.

“‘Night, Jess,” I replied.

I leaned over to give my sister a goodnight kiss and she propped herself up to receive me.

It was supposed to be just a simple sisterly kiss, but the moment our lips touched it felt like something else. The kiss was brief, but we parted slowly.

I gazed into my sister’s eyes and smiled.

“I’m so glad you came to stay with me,” Jessica whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I told her.

She rolled towards me slightly and I met her halfway for a second goodnight kiss. Though our lips were dry, we lingered against each other.

We were both grinning.

“What?” my sister asked.

“Enough already,” I giggled and leaned toward Jessica again.

Kiss number three was anything but sisterly. My lips meshed with hers. Tentatively, my sister’s tongue slid outward. Willingly, I received her into my mouth. I felt myself flush as our goodnight kiss nervously rose beyond mere curiosity.

Our gazes locked as our mouths parted, burning with questions.

“Let’s stay up a while,” Jessica whispered as she smiled. “Let’s do that some more.”

I nodded my agreement just once before her lips touched mine again. Hungrily, we devoured each other’s mouths and tongues. The minutes drifted by while our passions blossomed.

“Mmm, Jess,” I purred. “This is a surprise.”

“I didn’t expect to be doing this,” my sister whispered.

“Me neither,” I replied. “But I like it.”

It was a lie. I didn’t just like making out with my sister. I loved it.

Jessica gave me a nervous smile, revealing her equal desire.

Of course sisters shouldn’t even have such desires, let alone explore them. My sister Jessica was all I had in the world now, and I think she felt the same bond with me. This night marked the beginning of a special union between us. In the heat of the moment, somehow, our alliance begged for consummation.

Our bodies drew closer.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenny,” my sister whispered.

“I must be a mirror,” I told her.

I put my hand around Jessica’s waist and touched her warm skin, felt her breathing, slow and deep. As I explored higher, her breath quickened.

“Is it okay if I touch you, Jess?” I asked, needing to be certain this wasn’t just my imagination.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Her face, just inches from mine, arched forward and started to make out with me again. I hummed softly while my fingers traced the contour of my sister’s breast. I circled each, once, twice, then focused in on one nipple. All the while, we hummed contentedly, french-kissing.

I squeezed my sister’s breast as I crossed another plateau of excitement.

Gasping for air, Jessica pulled back to watch me.

I looked at her and smiled. Never breaking eye contact, I lowered my mouth to her chest. I let my tongue gently drift across the fabric of her baby-doll until I found my sister’s nipple.

“Mmmm, Jen,” she purred. “You have no idea how much you’re turning me on, sis.”

Through the lace, I suckled at my sister’s breast until her nipple stood firmly erect. It didn’t take much to tease the other into a matching state.

I moved up and cuddled into my sister’s embrace. The warmth of our bodies reflected the strength of our feelings. It was more than a sexual attraction, so much deeper than that, yet that was what we wanted to share with each other, and even the taboo of incest couldn’t quiet our newly-discovered desires.

“This is so naughty,” my sister giggled.

“It’s nice being this close to you,” I replied, caressing her arm.

Jessica reached down beneath the covers, touching my waist, my hips, slowing to stroke my ass.

“I like girls, you like girls,” my sister said. “It’s only natural that we’d like each other, too.”

I sighed with appreciation and stirred under her caresses.

“I wish we’d known this years ago.”

“No need for regrets,” Jessica soothed, stroking my face. “We’re together now.”

Jessica pulled the sheets and blankets away completely, revealing our bodies side by side in the half light. I saw my sister’s lips form an ‘ooh,’ of admiration.

“Let’s stay up, Jen,” my sister whispered.

“I really love you,” I replied.

“I love you, too,” Jessica said.

We spent several minutes making out some more, grinding our breasts together until my nipples stood firm, too. When I felt my sister’s hand reach my thighs, I spread my legs for her without hesitation. Jessica’s fingers were soon drifting closer and closer to my pussy, and I was starting to get wet in anticipation.

I pulled away from her slightly and shifted my position so that I could touch my sister, too. Her knees parted and I reached tentatively between Jessica’s legs. I let one knuckle run across the face of her panties, feeling the soft heat that lay beneath.

My sister sighed and giggled.

Her hand cupped my quim as she moved to kiss me.

We set ourselves to the task of diddling each other in earnest.

Our pussies, still framed by our matching panties, grew wetter and wetter.

I’d never been so turned on in all my life.

Gasping for air, we paused and gazed into each other’s eyes.

My sister and I sat up to get a better look at each other. Jessica released the bow that held her top closed, and peeled it off. I did the same, but teased her as I slowly exposed my chest.

Jessica reached forward and took one breast in her hand, then sank forward to do as I’d done earlier. I whimpered with delight as my sister’s mouth sucked at my nipple.

I tried twisting around to do the same back to her again. With no further cue, we settled down in opposite directions, hungrily mouthing at each other’s breasts.

This was heaven.

I reached further up Jessica’s body, enjoying the luxurious pleasure of her skin. My sister’s smooth stomach gave way to her curvaceous hips, and below her panties lay the ultimate taboo. The reality of our decadence struck me with full force as I gazed along the fabric crease that concealed Jessica’s pussy.

I yearned to worship at my sister’s feminine temple, to share with her the utmost sisterly intimacy.

I was drawn irresistibly, crawling up her body.

I felt my sister’s mouth lose it’s purchase on my breast with a wet pop as I climbed on top of her. Jessica moaned in anticipation as we drew our bodies into a sixty-nine.

“Oh god, Jenny,” she panted. “I love you.”

As I examined the sliver of panties that concealed my sister’s pussy, I could feel her touch on my inner thighs. Jessica’s fingers glided along the sides of my underwear until she reached the twin bows. The warmth of her breath washed across my cunt, causing me to tremble in anticipation.

I was dripping wet with excitement.

“Please do it,” I begged her. “Don’t stop.”

My sister pulled the ties that held my panties together, at the same time as I freed hers. I felt my underwear fall away, leaving my naked quim hanging right above my sister’s face.

“Ohh…your pussy’s so beautiful, Jenny,” she purred.

I pulled Jessica’s panties away slowly, savoring the sight of each inch of bare flesh. The tender ridge of her clit came into view, followed by the moist lips of her cunt. My sister was shaved clean just like me, and her pussy was brimming with the sweet fluids of her arousal.

I kissed all around her shining crevice, building her anticipation even higher. Little kisses dotted around the flatness of her loins, tender mouthings of her inner thighs, and lingering traces of my tongue in the valleys of her innermost thighs.

Jessica whimpered sweetly when I peeled her cunt open with my fingers.

I was so horny that I could barely breathe.

I took a tentative swipe of my sister’s honey with my long tongue. The folds of her pussy melted just like butter. The taste of her was intoxicating.

“Oh sis, yeah, oh yeah,” Jessica panted as I pressed my mouth into her depths.

I wiggled my hips to entice my sister into returning the favor. Sure enough, I felt her hands on my ass, pulling my loins down toward her. I will never forget that moment: the first time I felt the warmth of my sister’s mouth covering my pussy.

There are no words to describe the excitement I felt.

It was impossibly beautiful,  too good to be true.

My sister and I, together and free and desperately in love, entwined in our identical bodies, delirious with desire as we celebrated our first incestuous sixty-nine, a circle of sisterly devotion, drinking each other’s most intimate nectar.

“Mmmm, God yes,” I cried out between licks.

Jessica spread my lips open and buried her tongue deeper inside me. I pushed two fingers into my sister’s crevice and focused my tongue to the now-protruding nub of her clit. She gasped and stroked my back.

It was so intense that I sank further onto her, my breasts pressing into her stomach as hers squashed up against mine. I could feel the twitching excitement building in my sister’s belly. I wanted to make her come so badly, and she was almost there.

“Suck it, Jen,” my sister begged. “Just suck my clit.”

I pressed my whole mouth against Jessica’s sweet pink button as she did the same to me.

We stayed like this for minutes, hovering ever closer to the brink of climax. I could barely stand it. When I felt my sister’s first little convulsion, the searing glow of my passion burst forth in an intense explosion of orgasm.

I closed my eyes and saw the circle complete: two blazing white heats merging into one. It was like time no longer held meaning as my sister and I finally came together. Her body and mine trembled in moaning bliss, Jessica’s mouth on my clit and mine on hers.

When our mutual orgasm finally subsided, we stayed in that position. Jessica softly tongued the honey that dripped from my cunt, while I lapped lovingly at her swollen opening.

Eventually, without a word, I turned around and cuddled up beside my sister.

Jessica pulled the covers back over us before we could cool off. The morning sun was starting to penetrate the drapes. The clock said 5:48 AM. We’d been making love for a couple of hours.

“That was fantastic, sis,” I said finally.

Jessica kissed me on the nose and held me closer.

“You’re the best,” she said.

My sister and I slept half the day, and when we awoke there were no regrets. We made breakfast and then took a shower together in the late afternoon. Jessica and I held each other close under the warm spray of water, whispering and giggling.

Then after we emerged dripping and dried ourselves off, we went straight back to bed and started all over again.

We never made it to the bar that weekend, or the next.

We didn’t need to.

As sisters, we had each other.

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Piper’s Mom, Chapter 11

  • Posted on February 1, 2018 at 9:04 am

By Amanda Lynn

With the girls in their room, Stephanie and Neve relaxed in the living room. Neve opened the bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. Clinking their glasses together, they sunk back into the sofa before taking a drink.

They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the wine and the soft music that played from the stereo. Neve turned and shifted her position to face Stephanie.

“Mom was asking about you,” Neve said, breaking the silence. “You really should go visit them occasionally.”

“I called her on her birthday,” Stephanie replied curtly. She felt her brow furrow as she glared at her sister.

“Yeah. Four months ago!”

Stephanie didn’t respond right away. She took another swallow of wine first, pushing down the irritation that was building inside her. Deep down she did feel bad that she didn’t talk to her mother more often. It wasn’t her mother’s fault that their father was such a bigoted asshole. Still, her mother wouldn’t do anything to refute the crap that he spewed, nor would she stand up for her daughters when they were subjected to one of his tirades.

“Neve, please. I don’t want to rehash this,” Stephanie finally said, feeling the heat in her face rise. “You know how I feel about them. You were there when I came out to them. You heard what he said to me. Mom just stood there and said nothing, just like she always does.”

“That was more than a decade ago, Steph,” Neve said, keeping her voice neutral.

“And he is just as much of a prick now as he was then,” Stephanie said, her voice rising in volume. She felt her stomach churn and wondered if coming to the cottage had been a mistake.

Neve held her hand up in surrender but maintained eye contact with her sister. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Stephanie averted her eyes to the big picture window and looked out onto the lake. The surface of the water was dark and still, reflecting the pale light of the moon. Virgin forest surrounded the lake, with a handful of cottages lining the same piece of shoreline. She loved the view of the lake from this window, always had. Stephanie took a deep breath and slowly released it. Her anger faded.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” Stephanie said after she calmed herself. They lifted their glasses to one another and took a hearty swig.

“It was quite a shocker though,” Neve started, “when only two months after you came out to us, you announced you were pregnant.”

“I bet it was,” Stephanie snorted as she eyed her sister. Neve was digging again. She couldn’t really blame her though. Stephanie had given her sister hardly any details about Piper’s conception.

“It’s been over ten years now, Steph. Do you think you could open up just a little bit about it?” Neve looked at her pleadingly, squinting through the two fingers she held close together as if trying to pinch something. “Other than the guy’s name being Kevin, and that he didn’t rape you, I know nothing about the circumstances.”

Stephanie reached for the bottle and topped up her glass and then her sister’s. Placing the bottle down, she sat back in her seat and tucked her feet under her. She studied her sister’s face for a few moments and then sighed.

“You really want to know, don’t you?” she asked, then sipped at her wine.

“Yes, I do, Steph. Please.”

“Very well then,” Stephanie sipped again. “Do you remember Cait? The girl I was seeing in college?”

“That hot redhead? How could I forget? I was a little jealous when you introduced her to me,” Neve said, with a chuckle.

“The one and the same,” Stephanie smiled at the memory. “Anyway, what you may not have known is that Cait was bi.”

“Go on,” Neve said adjusting her position to better focus her attention on Stephanie as she told the story.

“Well, one night after we were back from Christmas break, we were lying in bed, and she said that she wanted to have a threesome with a guy. Apparently she had been thinking about it for a while,” Stephanie explained as she stood and headed for the kitchen. “Where are the chips?”

“Cupboard by the microwave. Dip’s in the fridge.”

“Anyway, I thought she meant she wanted to do it with two guys, or with a guy and another girl. But to my surprise, she wanted to do it with me. I mean, she knew I was a lesbian and guys just didn’t do anything for me. Still don’t,” Stephanie continued as she pulled the chips from the cupboard and opened the bag.

“But you agreed?” Neve asked

“Not right away. I told Cait she could do it with another couple and I wouldn’t be jealous, which was a lie, of course. But she didn’t want that. She wanted it with me.” Stephanie came back into the living room, the chips in the same big bowl they had just cleaned, along with the dip on a tray.

“If she had wanted the third to be a girl, would you have?

“Probably,” Stephanie said with a smile. She sat and took a sip of wine. “I said no, but she kept pestering me about it. Then one night, after some very convincing persuasion with her tongue, I agreed, but with some stipulations.”

“Ah! The old coercion by cunnilingus trick,” Neve laughed. “So, what were the stipulations?”

Stephanie smiled and chuckled too. “He couldn’t kiss my mouth, and his cock was to stay away from all of my orifices,” Stephanie pushed a dip-covered chip into her mouth.

Neve laughed. “That was pretty specific. So, what then? He could play with your tits and lick your snatch, finger your ass even?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Stephanie grabbed more chips. “These damn things are addictive,” she said, waving a chip at Neve.

Neve took a chip, dipped it, and tasted it. “I see what you mean.” She sipped at her wine. “So, you said you told him no dick. You said before, though, that you weren’t raped. All that leaves us with is either Cait grew a penis, or immaculate conception.”

Stephanie laughed loudly. “No. No. Nothing as spectacular as that.” She took another chip and then pushed the bowl toward Neve.

“As you know, the guy’s name was Kevin, a friend of Cait’s. I had met him a couple of times at social events. Nice guy, handsome, you would have liked him,” Stephanie said, winking at Neve. “Anyway, that’s who Cait chose for our third. The night started great. We went for dinner, and then to a club for a while.”

She took another drink, then refilled her glass. “We ended up back at Cait’s apartment, as planned, where Cait and I got into the wine. Then, the pot came out.” She gave Neve a shy smile.

Neve’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Pot! As in marijuana? Really?” she laughed with amazement. “My little sister smoked a joint! Oh, my god!”

“What!” Stephanie tossed a pillow at her, almost knocking the wine from her hand. “I’m not a prude, you know.”

“Okay. Okay. Go on, you pothead,” Neve smiled.

Stephanie stuck out her tongue at her sister. “So, we passed the joint around until it was gone, then headed for the bedroom. At first, Kevin just wanted to watch me and Cait do each other for a while, which we did. Once we had gotten each other off, he joined in. He went down on her and fucked her for a while as I played with myself. He went down on me too and wasn’t that bad, for a guy. Poor Cait didn’t last very long though. With all the booze and pot in her system, she passed out.”

Stephanie paused for another drink. “I wasn’t feeling any pain either, and I was still conscious. I was lying on the bed, still horny as hell, and he was kneeling on the foot of the bed, cock in hand.” Stephanie felt her face warm, not sure if it was the wine or her embarrassment of what she was about to tell. “This is where it gets a bit embarrassing, and stupid, actually,” she said, giving Neve a bashful look.

“Oh? Do tell.” Neve said, a wide grin on her face.

“Now, keep in mind I was under the influence of a mind-altering substance.” Stephanie paused for effect.

“Yeah, okay. Continue,” Neve said, anxiously waiting for the steamy details.

“As I lay there looking at his cock, I had convinced myself that letting him fuck me would be pretty much the same as if Cait was fucking me with her strap-on. I mean technically, according to Merriam-Webster, I was still a virgin. I had never had a real cock in me before that night.”

“You actually thought that?” Neve laughed out loud and slapped her leg.

“Hey! I’m being serious here,” Stephanie said and swatted at her sister, a sheepish grin on her face.

“You’re right. Sorry,” Neve said, placing her hand over her mouth, trying to hide the grin and suppress a laugh. “Go on.”

Stephanie felt her ears burn. “Well, then I handed him a fresh condom from the pack on the nightstand, and got on my hands and knees.”

“So, he fucked you doggy style, and you… what? Pretended he was an ugly, hairy chick with a strap-on?”

“Gross! But, yeah, essentially correct. He was rough, fucked me hard and fast, and didn’t last very long. When he finished he simply pulled out and went to the bathroom. I curled up on the bed, tired, sore, and a bit humiliated. When he came out of the bathroom, he didn’t say a word, didn’t look at me. Just got his clothes and left. I cuddled up next to Cait and went to sleep.”

“I take it the condom broke?” Neve asked in a soft voice.

“Yep,” Stephanie paused to sip her wine. “Cait found about it the next day after talking to Kevin but didn’t bother to tell me. I didn’t find out until weeks later when I told her I was late for my period.”

“And that’s why you broke up with her?”

Stephanie nodded. “And that’s why I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. Especially Dad. God. He called me a dyke whore just for getting pregnant. Can you imagine if he knew the sordid details of how it happened?” Emotion welled up in her voice.

“Yeah, I can only imagine,” Neve said, sympathy in her voice.

After a long silence, she continued. “Well, even with all their faults, they do love their grandchildren,” Neve offered.

Stephanie grunted. “Yeah. And they like to spoil them too.”

Neve moved next to her sister and took her in her arms. Stephanie melted into her sister’s comforting embrace. It felt good, Neve holding her like this, much better than the usual familial embrace. She sighed, feeling Neve’s warm cheek touch hers.

“I’ve missed you, little sister,” Neve whispered.

Stephanie didn’t move. She felt something stir in her. Her sister’s hushed voice sounded so alluring, so inviting that she dared not look. A hand touched her chin and tilted her face upward. She kept her eyes closed until she felt a soft pair of lips brush hers. When she opened her eyes, she was looking directly into Neve’s smoldering eyes.

Their lips only touched for a fleeting moment, and it felt wonderful. Stephanie remembered their childhood when they would hide away somewhere in the house and kiss and touch and make love. Before she had ended it with Neve. Before she had broken her sister’s heart.

“Neve, I… ” She never got to finish. Neve placed a finger to her lips and shushed her. She took Stephanie’s hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her to the center of the room. She placed a hand on Stephanie’s hip then took a hand in hers.

Neve began to move, leading Stephanie in rhythm to a slow song that was playing on the stereo. Stephanie studied her sister’s face as they glided around the open space. Neve was smiling, never taking her eyes off Stephanie’s.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s called dancing,” Neve said with a grin. “All the kids are doing it.”

“You’re funny,” Stephanie said with a snicker. She felt a little silly but didn’t put up a fuss.

“Do you remember when we use to dance like this, Steph? Mom and Dad would be gone for the day, and we would get out the old records and play them. We would dance around the living room and laugh and carry on.”

Stephanie smiled up at her big sister. Neve was two years older and as many inches taller too. “Yeah, I do. We would dance for a long while then go upstairs and…” she trailed off. Stephanie saw the flirty grin cross her sister’s face, her eyes so inviting.

“If we’re going to slow dance, then I’d rather do it this way,” Stephanie said. Glancing away, she moved her hands and wrapped them around the back of Neve’s neck, letting her forearms rest on Neve’s shoulders.

Neve moved her hands to Stephanie’s waist and pulled her in.

Stephanie felt the heat radiating from her sister. She looked up at Neve and smiled. Their movement slowed, and they stayed in one spot, gently rotating in a clockwise direction. Stephanie looked at her sister’s lips, they were full and glistened in the light. She wanted to kiss them. She rested her face against her sister’s shoulder. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Surely Neve could feel it against her own chest. She loved her sister, but could they rekindle what she had ended so many years ago?

She looked up at Neve again. Neve kissed her. Not a fleeting peck this time, but a real kiss. She held it, her lips moving slightly. Stephanie felt Neve’s embrace tighten around her. She felt the fire inside her belly, the desire building.

The song ended, and so did the kiss. The two sisters looked at each other, neither of them speaking.

A muffled cry from the girls’ room broke the silence. “I’m coming!”

The women looked in the direction of the bedrooms then back to each other. Stephanie watched Neve’s expression change to one of amusement, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“Well, someone just had an orgasm. I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, though,” Neve chuckled.

“Shouldn’t we do something?” Stephanie said when she realized that Neve wasn’t giving any indication of moving.

“Why?” Neve said, pulling Stephanie in close again. “We were the same age as Brooke and Piper are now when we started having sex together.”

Stephanie wrapped her arms around her sister. She didn’t have a reason. Why would she? She knew the girls were having sex. But Neve didn’t know she knew.

“Does it bother you that Piper is having sex with Brooke and Amber?” Neve asked.

Stephanie just shook her head. “Uh-uh.” She wasn’t sure what to say anyway. It then occurred to her that Neve didn’t seem the least bit surprised that her own daughter was having sex with two other girls in the next room. Stephanie guessed that Neve had heard or maybe even seen Brooke with another girl. Possibly even with Piper, just like she had watched Piper and Amber.

She felt her sex growing moist with the arousing thought and wondered, just for a moment, if Neve may have possibly been with Brooke. She sighed and held her sister a little tighter.

“Steph?”

“Hm?”

“I want to kiss you some more.”

Stephanie felt her heart pounding in her chest again. Butterflies filled her stomach. She wanted to kiss her sister. She wanted to feel the things she had when they were young. She loved her sister. She wanted to make love to her sister again. But what about Piper? What about Brooke? Or Amber? Hell, what would Neve think if she knew about her relationship with the two young girls?

“Neve, what are we doing?” she asked softly.

“Nothing right now. But I would love to be kissing you if you would show me your face.”

“You know what I mean.”

Neve paused, her hands roaming her sister’s back. “It was too late by the time I came to understand why you ended our relationship back then. I regretted that it caused us to fight, to not speak at all for four years.” Neve wiped at the tears on her sister’s face. “One of the happiest days of my life was when we started talking again, when we made up. I had hoped we could go back to the way we were before. But I respected your decision. Still, I have never stopped thinking about us. I have missed us very much, Steph. We may see each other quite regularly now, but I still miss you none the less.”

Tears burned her eyes at her sister’s confession. Stephanie missed that part of their relationship too. She missed the intimate closeness they had shared when they were so young. And now their daughters were sharing that closeness in the other room.

“Neve, I love you so much,” she said drawing her face away from her sister’s chest and looking up at her. The tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I love you too, little sister.” Neve kissed away the tears, then kissed her lips.

Stephanie moaned softly, feeling her sister’s tongue sweep into her mouth. She was on fire, the desire in her begging for attention. She moved her hands from around her sister’s neck to her back. She found the hem of Neve’s tee shirt and pushed her fingers underneath. The warmth of her sister’s skin on hers was soothing.

As their tongues danced, Neve grabbed Stephanie’s ass and pulled her in tight. Stephanie felt her sister’s thigh press against her crotch. Ribbons of pleasure flashed from her core. Her pussy was wet, her arousal dampening her panties.

Stephanie’s hands moved further up her sister’s back. Finding the strap of her bra, she unfastened it. Neve moaned. Their kiss broke, and both women panted. They gazed into each other’s eyes as Stephanie brought her hands around, still under the tee, and slid the bra up and cupped her sister’s breasts.

Neve smiled, her own hands reaching for the button of Stephanie’s jeans. With ease, she popped the button and pulled the zipper down. She pushed her hands down the back of her sister’s pants and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. Stephanie quivered with equal parts nervousness and excitement. She wanted this, but she was also terrified. Her pussy was dripping, and her stomach churned. She knew she had to act before she lost her nerve.

Stephanie looked up at her sister’s seductive eyes and, for a moment, lost herself in their brilliance. “Neve?” she croaked.

“Uh-huh?”

“Make love to me.”

The corners of Neve’s mouth curled into a sexy, enticing smile. She took her hands from Stephanie’s pants and laced her fingers with Stephanie’s, then led her down the hall, past the quiet of the girls’ room, and into the master bedroom.

With the door closed, Stephanie moved to her sister and eagerly tugged Neve’s shirt over her head and pulled her bra off before she had a chance to change her mind. Neve grabbed her hands, stopping her.

“Steph. Sweetie. Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” Neve said sweetly, pulling Stephanie in for a kiss.

They kissed hungrily for a moment, then Neve stopped and began to undress her sister. Stephanie stood still and let her pull the garment over her head. She moaned softly when Neve leaned in and kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. Neve reached around behind Stephanie and unfastened her bra, pulling it free, and letting it fall to the floor.

Grasping her shoulders, Neve guided her backward, never breaking eye contact. Stephanie’s legs bumped against the bed, and without a word, she fell back onto the mattress. Stephanie helped push the snug jeans off her hips as Neve tugged at the cuffs. With a final yank, the jeans slid off and landed on the floor.

Stephanie sat up and finishing pulling off the panties that hung at her knees. She watched her sister wiggle her hips as she pushed her own jeans down those long slender legs, making a show of her impromptu striptease. Stephanie licked her lips when Neve’s sex came into view. Her eyes moved back up to Neve’s then traveled over her sister’s lean, fit, and tanned body. From the hard, dark nipples of her supple breasts to her flat belly, across her trimmed bush down her firm legs. It had been fourteen years since she had seen Neve naked, and she was still just as gorgeous.

She felt her heart pound in her heaving chest, watching with eager anticipation as her sister approached the bed with a playful swagger. Stephanie’s breath caught when Neve dropped to her knees and pushed her legs apart, planting kisses on the soft skin of her thigh, blazing a trail upward.

Trembling, Stephanie moaned and spread herself wider, inviting her sister to do whatever she pleased with her. Neve continued to plant soft little kisses until she reached the juncture of her groin.

“Are you okay?” Neve asked softly. Her warm breath on Stephanie’s labia brought a small shudder from her.

“Yes. Please, don’t stop,” Stephanie pleaded between breaths.

When she felt Neve continue kissing her everywhere but where she wanted, Stephanie pushed her hips up ever so slightly. Her clit was throbbing, begging for attention, and Stephanie reached down to touch herself there. Before she could do anything, Neve brushed the hand away, and her mouth took its place. Stephanie drew a sharp breath at the feeling of Neve’s delightfully talented tongue twisting and swirling over her sensitive bud.

“God, yes,” she murmured.

The flashes of intense pleasure that shot from her center caused her to gasp and moan and twitch so much that Neve had to hold her by the hips to keep her steady as she devoured her. Stephanie’s climax was building quickly, and she knew it would be strong. Sex with Amber and Piper was terrific, but they were young, inexperienced. Neve, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing and was proving that right now.

Stephanie’s back arched off the bed for a moment as two fingers pushed deep into her core. More powerful waves raced across her body. She gulped for air as Neve licked and sucked and toyed with her slick and swollen labia and clit. With curved fingers pumping into her sodden pussy, caressing that special spot, Stephanie arched once more, a scream caught in her throat.

A feeling of warmth and euphoria washed over her, overwhelming her senses. For the longest moment, she was blind and deaf to everything except this bliss that Neve was giving her. Stephanie floated there peacefully until her lungs, aching, forced her to breathe. Sucking in a deep breath, Stephanie collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my god, Neve, what did you do to me?” she panted.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Neve giggled, kissing Stephanie’s pussy once more. “You wouldn’t believe how wet you are right now.” She kissed her way along Stephanie’s sweat-coated skin, stopping long enough to kiss each pointed nipple then up to her mouth.

When their mouths met, Stephanie wrapped her arms tightly around her sister. Their mouths moved together as they played. Neve sucked on Stephanie’s tongue then Stephanie sucked on her sister’s lower lip.

Forgotten feelings from long ago welled up inside Stephanie. For a moment she was fourteen again, lying naked with her sister in her bed, playfully kissing after some magical sex while their parents were out. Could she really feel this way again, for more than just tonight? She wanted to. But would Neve want to? It would be so wonderful, Stephanie thought as she squeezed her sister again.

But right now, she had something else to do. Her sister had just given her a wonderfully fantastic orgasm, the first one from her in over fourteen years. She had to reciprocate. Hell, she wanted nothing more at this moment than to please her sister.

With a twist of her hips, she rolled Neve onto her back while she managed to stay wrapped in her arms. Giving her one more kiss on her sweet lips, Stephanie brushed her mouth over Neve’s jawline then sucked her earlobe. She kissed her neck, then throat, and sucked on the salty flesh over her collarbone. Stephanie was enjoying this, touching her sister again in such an intimate way.

Neve was also enjoying herself. She made soft mewing sounds with each of Stephanie’s kisses.

These sounds thrilled Stephanie as she traced her tongue along the collarbone to her sister’s sternum, feeling the excited rise and fall of Neve’s chest.

Kissing along the slope of one magnificent breast, Stephanie soon reached the puffy nipple, its long tip standing hard and erect. Stephanie kissed it gently, eliciting an approving moan from Neve.

“Oh, Steph…” Neve groaned.

Stephanie played the tip of her tongue around the dark pebbled flesh of the areola, coating it with her saliva. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she pressed down on the bud for a moment before sucking as much flesh into her mouth as she could, releasing it immediately with a soft pop.

Giggling as Neve moaned, she sucked it back into her mouth, this time holding it as she pinched the other nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Stephanie felt fingers tangle in her hair, gently pushing at the back of her head. She released her suction on the nipple and flicked it with her tongue, Neve’s hand still driving her into the fleshy globe.

Maintaining contact with her mouth on one nipple and her fingers on the other, Stephanie partially moved her body off Neve so that she lay against her, with one leg over Neve’s. As Stephanie gave her nipple a hard twist, Neve gave a strangled cry. Stephanie moved her hand down to the patch of damp curls above her sister’s cleft.

Stephanie looked up at her sister’s face, not taking her mouth off her nipple. Neve had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, and she breathed soft whines and moans. As Stephanie played with the patch of hair on her sister’s mons, she felt the muscles twitch in response to her touch.

“Oh, god, yes,” Neve gasped when Stephanie pushed her hand over her labia. Stephanie’s fingers dipped into the slick, smooth folds and moved through the ample supply of thick arousal.

Neve bucked in response to the new source of stimulation to her already aroused pussy.

Stephanie withdrew her hand long enough to bring her juice-covered finger to her mouth and sample her sister’s honey. She placed her hand back on her sister’s labia and rubbed gently as she slid down her body and left a fiery trail of kisses all the way to her belly.

Resting her head there, Stephanie began to explore her sister’s sex. Using two fingers she caressed the slick folds, gathering up more of the creamy juice then applied it to the engorged clit that stood proud, peeking from under its hood. Neve twitched when Stephanie started rubbing in slow circles with her fingers. Soon, Neve’s hips were pushing upward repeatedly at Stephanie’s touch.

“Steph, please!” Neve pleaded.

“Tell me what you want, Sis,” Stephanie said softly.

“Eat me. Make me come. Please,” she whimpered.

Stephanie was not about to deny Neve’s request. Rolling off her sister, she moved between her already splayed legs and lowered her mouth. The scent of Neve’s arousal filled her nostrils, making her lightheaded with the excitement of going down on her sister again after all this time. Taking a calming breath, Stephanie brought her sister into her mouth and pushed her tongue into the wet heat of her folds.

Neve jerked, and once again putting her hand on the back of Stephanie’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair.

It was almost painful, but Stephanie didn’t protest. Instead, she focused her attention on pleasuring her sister. Stephanie swirled her tongue around until she was circling her entrance, teasing it for several moments.

Neve rocked her hips, smearing her juices all over Stephanie’s mouth and chin and cheeks.

Grabbing hold of Neve’s hips, Stephanie pushed her tongue into her core, slowly fucking her. Neve groaned and twitched and squirmed while Stephanie’s tongue explored the smooth walls of her vagina.

Taking a hand from Neve’s hip, Stephanie coated a finger with the juices that were dripping down the crack of Neve’s ass and then toyed with her sister’s anus. Neve gave a grunt as Stephanie’s finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and sunk into her rectum. Letting the finger rest there for a moment, Stephanie pushed her tongue up through her folds and swirled around the nerve bundle that stood at the top of her slit.

“Fuck, Steph. Right there. Yes!” Neve had to force the words out as she gasped for air.

Sucking the engorged clit into her mouth, Stephanie scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh, then flicked it repeatedly with her tongue. Stephanie felt Neve’s hands holding her head as she tried to push herself harder against Stephanie’s mouth. She increased her efforts on Neve’s clit and waggled the finger that was deep in her ass.

It only took a few more moments before Neve’s orgasm consumed her. Neve stiffened and shook as she gave a strangled cry. Stephanie slowly removed her finger from her sister’s ass and crawled back up to lay beside her. She watched Neve breathe, slowly tracing a meandering finger over her belly as she recovered from her climax.

“Hey there,” Stephanie said with a smile when Neve’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey yourself,” Neve replied dreamily. “That was so intense.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into a warm embrace and kissed her deeply, still euphoric from the sex and the renewal of the forbidden feelings she had once had for her sister. Resting her head back on the pillow, Stephanie brushed the hair from Neve’s smiling face. She sighed contently, happy that they had reconnected at this level. But she couldn’t help but think about their daughters. What would they think of their mothers fucking? With Piper and Brooke having sex with each other, would that make them more receptive to the idea?

Pulled from her thoughts when a hand fondly caressed her shoulder, Stephanie looked at Neve and smiled, sighing once again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Neve said.

“I was just thinking,” Stephanie said.

“Yes, I know. Hence the offer,” Neve chuckled.

“Are we going to do this again?”

Neve gave Stephanie a bright smile. “If you want. Except I need a few minutes to recover first.”

Stephanie giggled, “So do I. But I meant in the future.” She saw Neve’s smile falter.

“I really hope so,” Neve said, before meekly adding, “but if you don’t want to…”

Stephanie’s stomach lurched at the hint of sadness in her sister’s voice. Wanting to quickly remove any doubts that she might be having, she brought her lips to Neve’s and kissed her softly.

“Neve, I do. I really do. Please believe me,” she said stroking her sister’s cheek with her thumb until Neve’s smile returned. Stephanie kissed her once more. “I was just concerned about the girls. Do we tell them? I mean, how long will we be able to hide this from them?”

Neve sighed, taking Stephanie’s hand, and kissing her palm. “You’re right. Perhaps we should just tell them. We can sit them down, together, and give them the whole story.” Holding Stephanie’s hand to her chest, Neve rolled onto her back.

“I think they’d probably be understanding. With them being lovers and all,” Neve said, turning her head to look at her sister.

A shiver of excitement ran through Stephanie at the sound of Neve’s words. “You think they’ve had sex together before tonight?” she asked.

Neve nodded. “They have a couple of times that I know about, during sleepovers. They’re not always as quiet as maybe they should be.” Grinning, Neve added, “You didn’t know?”

Stephanie wasn’t sure how much she should reveal. She really wanted to tell her sister everything that had happened between her and Piper and Amber. But she wasn’t sure how Neve would react to such a revelation, so she decided to keep that quiet for now.

“Well, not actual sex sex.”

“Huh?” Neve said raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“They’ve been masturbating together online. I found the videos on Piper’s PC,” Stephanie said, watching Neve’s reaction.

Much to Stephanie’s relief, Neve laughed. “Wow. Really?” After a short pause, she continued. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Brooke loves to masturbate. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve walked in on her, or heard her coming in her room.”

Stephanie smiled at the thought. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Snorting, Neve gave her a grin. “Her masturbating? Or the online stuff?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m perfectly fine with her masturbating. I’m happy she does and that she can make herself come so easily. As for the online stuff, well, if it’s only with Piper, I’m fine. I wouldn’t be if she were doing it with strangers though.”

“I know Piper isn’t. I checked her chat logs, and they were just with Brooke,” Stephanie paused, then said, “I walked in on Piper masturbating the other day.”

“Bet that embarrassed the hell out of her,” Neve chuckled.

“She didn’t hear me walk in. She was masturbating to a video of… ” Stephanie hesitated.

“Porn?”

Stephanie giggled. “No. It was a video of Amber.”

“Okay. And?” Neve asked, trying to draw more information out of Stephanie.

“She was… ” Stephanie swallowed. “Masturbating on my sofa. Amber, that is.” Again, she watched for Neve’s reaction.

“She let Piper record her masturbating?” There was surprise in Neve’s voice but Stephanie also thought she detected excitement there.

“No. Piper had snuck into the living room and recorded it without her knowledge.”

“Wow. Was it hot?” Neve asked, eyes wide. The excitement Stephanie thought she had detected was clear now.

Still, the question surprised Stephanie. She couldn’t mean the video, could she? What else could she mean? It was indeed a hot video, but the fact that her sister was asking this seemed almost too good to be true. Could a video of a fourteen-year-old girl masturbating turn her on? If so, what other sexy things might she be open to? She could feel herself become wet at the idea of Neve being interested in young girls just like she was.

She raised an eyebrow as she studied her sister. “If I said yes, would you think I’m a pervert?”

Neve shook her head. “No,” she answered quickly. “Have you looked at Amber? Don’t you think she’s sexy?

Holy fuck! She can’t be serious, Stephanie thought. Neve has the hots for Amber. Not that she could blame her. Amber is a sexy girl.

Stephanie smiled shyly. “Yes, she’s very sexy, and yes, it was a hot video.”

“Damn,” Neve muttered. “Did she come? In the video?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

Stephanie felt the heat rise in her face. “I… um…” she stammered.

“You did!” Neve laughed. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

Stephanie groaned and buried her face in the pillow. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. Neve rolled onto her side again and rubbed Stephanie’s back as she kissed her on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Steph. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she paused. “Do you still have the video?”

Stephanie pulled her face from the pillow and looked at her sister, shocked once again by one of her questions. She nodded, “At home. On my laptop.”

“Too bad,” Neve said, frowning slightly as she caressed Stephanie’s hip. “We could have got off to it together.” There was a mischievous smirk on her face.

This was too much. Her sister apparently felt an attraction to young girls, just as Stephanie did. She was very horny right now and reached a hand for Neve and caressed her arm.

“Can I ask you a question?” Stephanie asked.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to answer, and please don’t get upset by it.”

“Okay,” Neve agreed, looking quizzically at her sister.

Stephanie paused and took a deep breath. She wanted to come right out and ask her if she was fucking Brooke, but knew that wouldn’t be the right approach. Was there a right approach?

“Umm, when you walked in on Brooke, you know, masturbating. Did it…”

“Did it what, Steph?” Neve said calmly.

“Did it… excite you?” Stephanie chewed at her bottom lip, and searched her sister’s face. There was no hint of anger or disapproval. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Neve quietly said, “Did it excite you?” The corner of her mouth crept up into a smile.

Stephanie frowned. “I asked you first.”

“I don’t know. If I said, ‘Yes,’ would you think me a pervert?” Neve winked at Stephanie, using the question Stephanie had asked her earlier.

Stephanie’s smile returned. “No, I guess not.”

“Then, yeah. It did,” Neve grinned and put her lips next to Stephanie’s ear. “It made me wet,” she said in a husky voice.

Stephanie moaned, and once again, felt her ears burn at her automatic response to Neve’s confession. Turning her head, she kissed her sister’s mouth and brushed her knuckles across her cheek. The heat between her legs was growing. She wasn’t sure, but Neve seemed to sense it and placed her hand on Stephanie’s belly, teasing her way lower.

“Really?” Stephanie gasped the question.

“Uh-huh,” Neve’s hand moved into Stephanie’s damp curls, playing there for a moment. She pushed a finger into her sister’s slick folds, finding an abundance of new arousal. Neve purred, “And it seems the thought is turning you on.”

Stephanie groaned and pushed her pelvis up, inviting Neve to touch further. She was panting and felt the familiar pressure building again. She reached for Neve and pulled her in for another long, wet kiss.

“What about you?” Neve asked as her finger found Stephanie’s engorged clit. “Did seeing little Piper touch herself get you excited?”

“Yes,” Stephanie moaned softly. She twitched as the pleasure rippled through her body. The thought of Neve getting wet while watching Brooke, and maybe even masturbating to that image, pushed Stephanie closer to the edge.

“Oh, Neve,” she whimpered.

“Did it turn you on watching Amber come on your sofa, knowing Piper played with her own pussy watching Amber come?” Neve whispered into her ear in a low sultry voice as she rubbed Stephanie’s clit vigorously.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” Stephanie cried out.

She couldn’t take anymore. The questions brought back all the memories of that night and the following day, images of Piper masturbating to the video of Amber. Stephanie felt the orgasm take her and time seemed to slow as she fell into the abyss. Ecstasy wrapped around her like a blanket and lay her back on the mattress before slowing fading away.

The sensations of the real world touched her skin and Stephanie opened her eyes. Still panting, she looked bleary-eyed at Neve, who smiled back and kissed her softly.

“Oh, wow, Neve. That was…”

Neve giggled, “I’m sure it was.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into an embrace, kissing and nipping at her neck. She pushed her leg between Neve’s, resting her thigh against her pussy. Reaching down, she cupped the fleshy globe of her ass and squeezed.

Neve moaned softly, and Stephanie felt her sister’s hip rock, pushing her sodden pussy against her thigh.

“That’s it, Neve,” she whispered huskily. “Hump my leg. Think of sexy Amber fingering her pussy on my sofa.”

Neve groaned. “Damn, Steph. You’re such a tease.”

Stephanie giggled and sucked on her earlobe. She moved her thigh in rhythm with the roll of Neve’s pelvis.

Neve’s thick, creamy juices coated Stephanie’s thigh, allowing her sister to move smoothly against her. Neve moaned, and Stephanie felt her blunt nails drag along her back.

“Amber is getting close now, Neve. She’s calling your name.”

Neve’s response was immediate. The urgency of her thrusts increased, and she groaned loudly. Neve was breathing rapidly, her body soaked in sweat. The smell of their arousal filled the air.

“Fuck, Steph,” Neve called out as her body stiffened and her sex pressed harder against Stephanie’s thigh.

Stephanie could feel the flood of her sister’s arousal flow across her skin and her nails dig into her shoulders as Neve gripped her tightly.

Finally, Neve gasped and relaxed against Stephanie, easing her grip.

They held each other in silence for the longest while. Stephanie sighed. This felt so wonderful, holding her sister, her lover. She was in a good place right now, and she hoped it would last forever. Feeling soft kisses on her neck, she purred.

“Steph, that was so hot. Thank you,” Neve said dreamily.

Stephanie chuckled. “You’re welcome, but really, you did all the work. I just gave you some narrative.”

“And what a wonderful narrative it was.” She kissed her sister’s neck again. “Let’s get under the covers.”

Nodding, but not wanting to move from the embrace, Stephanie reluctantly untangled herself from her sister. She stood, only long enough to pull back the covers. They quickly got in, pulled the covers back up, and resumed their embrace.

As they lay there in each other’s arms, kissing tenderly, Stephanie wondered about the dirty talk that had just transpired. Neve had gotten off to the verbal imagery of Amber masturbating that Stephanie had provided. She couldn’t help but wonder then if Neve could or would be willing to take the next step and make the fantasy a reality. Of course, Amber would have to be a willing participant. Maybe after she and Neve talked to their daughters about their renewed romance, they could approach Amber with that idea.

“Neve?”

“Yeah,” she said sleepily.

“If you could, without the worry of any negative ramifications, would you have sex with Amber?”

Silence. All Stephanie could hear, for what felt like forever, was Neve’s breathing. Stephanie felt uneasy. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Perhaps Neve was fine with fantasy taboo sex scenarios, but not so in the real world. Was Neve upset that she could even think of such a thing? Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but Neve spoke first.

“Yes,” Neve said quietly, not moving. “Providing that is what she wanted.”

Stephanie smiled, happy to know now that the idea of having sex with young girls for real didn’t repulse Neve. Fantasizing about it and really doing it were two distinct things, as Stephanie knew all too well. Still, the positive response didn’t answer the question that plagued her. How would Neve respond to the fact that she was having sex with underage girls, her own daughter being one of them?

“Does that bother you?” Neve said in response to Stephanie’s prolonged silence.

Stephanie smiled “Hell, no!” She kissed Neve hotly. Breaking the kiss all too soon for Neve’s liking, Stephanie continued. “I’m in full agreement with you.”

That statement triggered some sort of primal response from within Neve, and she attacked her sister. They kissed and groped and moved their bodies together like a couple of horny teenagers in the back of their daddy’s Buick.

The sisters made hot, passionate love well into the night, each climaxing multiple times before finally succumbing to exhaustion. They lay tangled together in the bed sheets, a jumble of sweaty, sticky limbs, and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

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