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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 9

  • Posted on July 6, 2019 at 2:08 pm

by No One 

“Slow down, Chloe. You’re going to get a tummy ache.”

Chloe paused, the fork halfway to her mouth. She’d been wolfing down her birthday cake, impatient to meet up with Alex and Nettie for some more “celebration”—the sexy kind, she hoped! In their brief phone conversation, Alex had mentioned having some surprises for her. That sure sounded promising… though she suspected that they wouldn’t be the kind of surprises she could tell her mom about.

“Sorry, Mom. But your cake is really good!” It was quite delicious, in fact. Chocolate had always been her favorite.

“Thanks, honey, but it’s even better if you take the time to enjoy it.”

Chloe forced herself to slow down. Even though she was anxious to get over to Alex’s as soon as possible, a few minutes more wouldn’t really make a difference. She’d already been struggling with her horniness for the past week while staying with her dad, after all. Oh, she’d made herself come a few times, of course, but while that was an enjoyable distraction, it couldn’t even compare to real sex.

It was funny how quickly she’d gotten used to having sex on a regular basis. Just a couple months ago, she’d assumed that her first sexual experience would be years away. These days, it was hard to imagine life without sex with Nettie. And now that Alex was in on the fun…

Thinking back to the last time they were together—more specifically, to how she’d tricked Nettie into playing with her own little sister’s pussy—was enough to make Chloe wet, and she fervently hoped that her mother didn’t notice her flushed cheeks.

As soon as she’d swallowed the last bite of cake, Chloe bounced to her feet, downing the last of her glass of milk as she made her way to the kitchen, and put the tableware into the dishwasher. Returning to the family room, she said, “Well, I’m going over to Alex’s. Later, Mom.”

Her mother frowned. “Leaving already? You just got back. I’ve barely had time to see you.”

“Yeah, but Alex wanted to see me for my birthday. And we didn’t get to hang out for like a week, so…”

“I guess your mom isn’t ‘cool’ enough to ‘hang out’ with…”

Chloe cringed, wondering why grownups loved to put audible quotes around perfectly normal words. Her mom definitely wasn’t cool enough for… anything. Especially not for what she really wanted to do with Alex. “Uh…” she began, unsure of how to politely put a stop to the conversation.

Her mother just smiled, though. “Oh, it’s all right. Go on, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay!” Chloe nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t have to argue. “Thanks for the food. And the present!” she called out as she walked out the door, waving with her brand new phone in hand.

Once outside, she started off at a jog towards Alex’s place. It was only a few houses down, so she didn’t really need to run, but the excitement she was feeling got the better of her—especially since she knew that Alex and Nettie’s mom was out.

At the door, she took a few seconds to catch her breath and attempt to comb her hair with her fingers. She’d never really cared about looking good for Alex before, but now things were a little different. She doubted her friend would even notice, but still, she wanted to appear at her best.

She knocked and waited a moment, then the door opened to reveal Alex, looking very fine herself. Admiring her friend’s petite figure, accentuated by a tight t-shirt and shorts, Chloe once again marveled at how she’d never realized how attractive Alex was, not until recently.

“Hey there, birthday girl. Welcome back.” Alex stepped back to let Chloe inside, then wrapped both arms around her for a big hug. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks.” Chloe smiled, holding her friend tightly for a moment.

As they began to pull apart, their eyes met and a wordless… something passed between them. A seductive something. Maybe it was because the close contact reminded them both of the last time they were together, but there was definitely a flirtatious allure to the look they exchanged.

Despite her eagerness, Chloe hadn’t really intended to start kissing her friend as soon as she was through the door, but now… The proximity, their faces barely two inches apart, was making her heart beat faster. Lost within Alex’s mesmerizing green eyes, she felt herself lean forward, almost unwittingly, until their lips touched.

She’d half-expected Alex to pull back in surprise, but on the contrary, the girl welcomed the kiss with enthusiasm, quickly putting passion into it. In fact, it was Chloe who was a little shocked when she felt Alex’s tongue slip into her mouth. She certainly hadn’t imagined her friend taking the lead so swiftly, but she was more than happy to let their tongues tangle, the kiss instantly turning red-hot.

It still felt a little strange to make out with her best friend, this girl she’d known since kindergarten, but it was also very exciting. There was a certain taboo thrill to it, like kissing a sister—and that thought only turned Chloe on all the more.

“W-Wow…” she breathed when their lips parted.

Alex gave a casual shrug, as if they’d been doing that sort of thing forever, though there was a hint of a blush to her cheeks. “What? I missed you.”

Chloe grinned. “I see that!” She was ready to keep making up for lost time, right there and then, but Alex was already walking off towards the living room.

“And anyway,” Alex added over her shoulder, “I have to be extra nice to you on your birthday, right?” There was a seductive sway to her hips that Chloe had never noticed before.

She’s Nettie’s sister, all right, Chloe thought, assuming the display was for her benefit—and it was definitely having the intended effect. “Yeah, totally!” she said as she followed Alex. “So… are you gonna be ‘nice’ some more?”

Alex made a show of thinking about it. “Hmm… maybe later,” she replied, acting coy as she plopped down on the couch.

“Tease!” Chloe sat down as well, really close, then took a look around. “Nettie isn’t here?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. She was eager to see the older girl, but didn’t want Alex to think Nettie was all she cared about.

“She’ll be back soon. Nettie went to… borrow something.”

Borrow something?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Alex flashed a knowing smile, then quickly changed the subject before Chloe could get anything more out of her, “So, how was it at your dad’s?”

“Well, it was… you know, very… middle of nowhere. My phone didn’t get a signal most of the time.” Chloe grimaced, recalling that particular horror. “But like, the woods are nice, I guess. Um, we went fishing, too.”

“Fishing,” Alex repeated. “Like, with the whole… rowboat thing?” She mimed rowing and casting with a fishing rod.

“Uh-huh. Rowboat in the lake, with the fishing hat and tons of mosquitoes and everything.” Seeing her friend’s noncommittal expression, Chloe leaned in to stage whisper, “It’s as boring as you think.”

Alex chuckled. “Sorry to hear.”

“Ah, it wasn’t all bad. It was nice to just hang out with Dad. I don’t really get to see him that often.” Chloe hesitated a moment, then decided to try steering the conversation in a more interesting direction. “Still, it was a long week, without… well, you know… Um, I really missed you, too.”

Alex wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, I bet you did. Perv.”

Laughing, Chloe playfully elbowed her friend. “Don’t give me that. I bet you felt just the same. Who’s the one who kissed me as soon as I got in?”

“Nuh-uh. You kissed me.”

“Well, fine, but you added the tongue.”

“Are you complaining?”

All throughout the exchange, Chloe had been inching closer, while Alex teasingly backed out of reach, but now there was no more room on the couch to retreat. “Not at all,” Chloe said, leaning over her friend.

Though a little bit of color rose to Alex’s cheeks, she met Chloe’s gaze with a sensual challenge in her eyes. It was a surprisingly quick change of attitude from the shy and hesitant girl she’d been only a week before, but that suited Chloe just fine.

Their lips met, and they found themselves locked in another kiss. Chloe wasn’t quite sure which of them had initiated it, but this time, she was going to be the one taking things further, thrusting her tongue into Alex’s welcoming mouth. The fiery French kiss sent delicious tingles all over her body. Truly, there was nothing better than making out with a beautiful girl.

Until you took the next step, anyway. Unable to resist, Chloe brought a hand to her friend’s chest, cupping a budding breast through the thin fabric. Alex’s immediate moan told her that the girl was just as eager as she felt. She teased the nipple as they continued to kiss, quickly bringing it to stiffness against her palm. She’d suspected that Alex wasn’t wearing a bra… now, she was certain of it.

Their lips finally parted after a long moment, both of them a little out of breath. “Mmm,” Alex purred, sexy music to the ear. Then her eyes fixed on a point behind Chloe. “Oh,” she said.

Chloe glanced back to see what had grabbed her friend’s attention, and her eyes found Nettie, a bag in one hand, leaning against a wall and observing them, the usual seductive smirk on her lips.

“Bus-ted,” the newcomer said as she strode towards them.

Chloe offered a sheepish smile, unsure of how Nettie would view the situation. At the very least, it was a lot less embarrassing than the last time she’d been caught fooling around on this couch.

The older girl didn’t seem annoyed—or even surprised, really—to find her little sister and Chloe making out, though. “Started without me, huh?” was all she said.

Did that mean Nettie intended to join them? Chloe liked where this was going. Laughing, she got up to her feet for a hug, but it seemed the teenager had other plans. Dropping her bag on the coffee table, Nettie took hold of Chloe’s face with both hands and brought their mouths together in a heated French kiss.

Chloe suddenly found herself in another passionate make-out session, this time with the older girl. Switching partners between the two sisters was making her lightheaded and weak at the knees. A wave of excitement spread through her body, stoking her lust to the boiling point.

“Happy birthday,” Nettie said once she’d let go of Chloe, a playful smile on her lips and her beguiling eyes shining with mischief.

“Wow, t-thanks,” Chloe said, breathless. Glancing at Alex, she saw that her friend seemed unfazed by what had just happened. There might even be a little smile at the corner of her mouth. Were the sisters now comfortable with “sharing” her? If so, things were going even better than Chloe could have hoped.

“So, thirteen years old, huh?” Nettie was saying. “How does it feel to be a teenager?”

“Not really any different, I guess,” Chloe said, shrugging. “Except now, I get hot kisses on my birthday,” she added with a grin.

Some birthday parties definitely get more fun as you grow up,” Nettie said, winking.

Chloe was trying to picture just what kind of fun the older teen had planned when a chime from her pocket broke into her reverie. Pulling out her phone, she read the text from her mom, then rolled her eyes. “Ugh. My mom says not to get back too late ‘cause school is starting tomorrow,” she explained. “Like I needed to be reminded of that! Oh, but check out the new phone she got me. Pretty sweet, right?”

Nettie made a face. “Spoiled brat. Alex, why doesn’t Mom get me a new phone?”

“I believe the argument was something like… ‘you can get a job and buy one yourself,’ ” Alex replied, sounding as if she took a little too much pleasure in it.

“Hmph. Well, I spent all the money I was saving for that on presents for this one,”—Nettie nodded towards Chloe—”so she damn well better appreciate them.”

Chloe perked up, all smiles. “Presents?”

“I helped too,” Alex pointed out. “It was pretty tricky, though, trying to beg money from Mom without showing her what we were spending it on.”

Secret presents?” Chloe grinned wider. “Are they in this?” She tried to peer into the bag Nettie had just brought in, but the girl snatched it away.

“No. That’s for later,” Nettie said sternly, which piqued Chloe’s interest even more. “What do you think, Alex? Does she deserve a present?”

“Hmmm…” Alex tapped her chin, considering Chloe dubiously.

“Come on, you guys,” Chloe begged, laughing.

Alex shrugged. “Well, I guess we can give it to her… since, you know, we bought the stuff already.”

“Fair point.” Nettie nodded. “Come on, then,” she said before walking off towards her room.

Chloe followed eagerly, burning with curiosity.

The sisters seated themselves on the bed, then Nettie reached down, pulled a wrapped box from underneath and wordlessly handed it to Chloe, who was standing before them.

“I wrapped it. She’s so bad at that,” Alex felt the need to mention, earning her a playful shove from Nettie.

Chloe shook the fairly large, rectangular box close to her ear, which didn’t provide much of a clue regarding its content, just the generic sound of something shifting inside. Shrugging, she tore off the wrapping paper with wild abandon to reveal a plain grey box. She burst out laughing when she lifted the cover and saw what was inside: a little black tank top with the word “tease” in pink letters on the front, the very same one that she’d tried on at the mall a week ago.

“Oh, and the skirt, too!” Chloe squealed when she noticed the faux-leather black skirt under the top, the one that she had worn for her little modeling session in the dressing room. Alex had taken the photos, just before she and Chloe kissed for the first time. “That’s so cool, thank you!”

“You looked so damn good in those pictures, I just had to see you wearing these in person,” Nettie said.

“Oh, I see, so the gift isn’t just for me, huh?”

Nettie chuckled. “You could say that. Got a place to stash those so your mom won’t find ‘em?”

Chloe thought about it for a moment. “I have a big teddy bear with a hidden pouch… that could work. She’d never look there. And Mom has me help out with the laundry, so I could wash those myself.” She’d only be able to wear this sexy outfit when she was with Nettie, Alex, or both, but that was reason enough to own it.

“Good. ‘Cause there’s more,” Nettie said, nodding towards the box.

“Oh?” Curious, Chloe riffled through the package, moving the clothes aside. Her eyes went wide at what she found underneath. “Oh! Wow!” The matching red bra-and-panties set was simply gorgeous. And very sexy. All lacy, with a flowery pattern featuring plenty of sheer areas, it would leave very little to the imagination. The “panties” were actually barely more than a small triangle with thin strings attached.

She looked from the skimpy lingerie to her friends, mouth agape. The girls seemed quite pleased with her reaction.

“And I bet you’ll look even better in those,” Nettie said. “Why don’t you model for us?”

Chloe’s smile slowly grew into a wide grin as she considered putting on her new outfit and showing off for the sisters. The underwear would easily be the most indecent thing she’d ever worn, and the thought thrilled her to bits. “Okay! Be right back,” she said, taking her sexy presents with her towards the bathroom.

“You can change in here, y’know!” Nettie called out after her.

Chloe poked her head back into Nettie’s room. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so. You guys made me beg for my presents, now you gotta wait to see me in ‘em.” She sauntered off, leaving the two girls laughing behind her.

Alone in the bathroom, Chloe examined her new lingerie more closely, finding it amazingly soft to the touch. Just holding it felt sexy. “Wow,” she said out loud, shaking her head at the string panties, which were admittedly a little ridiculous… still, she couldn’t wait to try them on.

After quickly stripping down, it took her a moment to figure out which way to put the panties on. Then, lifting them up her legs, she hesitated an instant before pulling them up until they fit snugly against her sex. The back string slid into the crack of her butt, making her giggle. It quickly became clear that this wouldn’t be too comfortable as everyday underwear, but that wasn’t really its main purpose, anyway. As a garment that made her feel very sexy, it sure did the job.

She spun around, observing herself in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight. The underwear was even more revealing than she had imagined. Her ass was practically bare, and the covered area in the front still offered glimpses of her vulva through the sheer material.

Chloe felt a little embarrassed as she realized how… slutty she looked. But as she imagined how the others would react when they saw her in it, a smile—a rather Nettie-like smirk, at that—spread across her lips. Maybe slutty isn’t so bad when it’s with the right people, she decided.

Next came the matching bra. It was a lovely piece of garment, the lace pattern beautiful and intricate, the fabric silky against her skin. She discovered after some confusion that it clasped at the front, unlike every other bra she’d owned. “Why don’t they make ‘em all this way? This is a lot easier,” she muttered to herself.

She turned back to her reflection and decided she liked what she saw very much. The bra was almost as revealing as the panties. Though her nipples were concealed behind the embroidery, the shape of her breasts was plain for all to see.

Chloe flashed her most beguiling smile at the mirror image, cupping her boobs with both hands for good measure. She was hot, no two ways about it. And she couldn’t wait to see the other girls’ reaction.

She quickly slipped into the rest of her outfit, and a final glance at the mirror confirmed that it looked just as good as it had in the store’s dressing room. The top might be a little more alluring without the bra straps showing, but she just had to wear her new lingerie.

Making her way back to the bedroom, she found the sisters conversing in hushed tones. Huh. They sure are acting friendly today, she reflected, catching sight of Nettie idly playing with a strand of Alex’s hair. That thought was quickly forgotten when the girls turned towards her, though.

“Ta-dahhh!” Chloe exclaimed as she struck a pose, one leg forward and arms raised above her head. The stance had the intended effect of baring her midriff and lifting the hem of the skirt to her upper thigh. She held still for a moment, reveling in the attention of both girls as they ogled her.

“Mmm. Damn, girl. Looking even better than in those pictures.” Nettie’s appreciative gaze roamed over every inch of Chloe’s body. “What do you think, sis?” she added, resting her hand on Alex’s shoulder.

Sis? That’s new, Chloe thought. She couldn’t remember ever hearing Nettie call Alex that. These two were acting weird, but it was nice to see them getting along for once.

Alex nodded. “Yeah, really sexy,” she agreed, with a wink for Chloe. “But I’ve seen this part before, so I knew it’d look good.”

“That’s right, you have, haven’t you?” Nettie said. “Well, Chloe, I think we need to see the rest of the outfit. To make sure it was a worthwhile purchase, y’know?” She waited expectantly, that familiar smirk playing on her lips.

Chloe opened her mouth wide, then covered it, faking shock at this request— never mind that she had totally expected it. “Scandalous!” she declared, with an appalled expression and all the haughtiness she could muster. She considered making them beg to see more, but really, she wanted to show off just as much as Nettie and Alex wanted to see. She grinned as she dropped the act. “But yeah, okay!”

Wasting no time, Chloe whipped her top off in one quick motion and threw it at Nettie’s face, then got rid of her skirt nearly as swiftly, kicking it towards Alex. Pleased with herself, she struck a pose she’d seen models take before, with one hand behind her head and the other at her waist. Not long ago, she couldn’t have imagined flaunting her nearly-naked body like this, but now she managed it with just a touch of heat rising to her cheeks.

Annoyed noises from the sisters as they warded off flying clothes were quickly stifled when their eyes fell on Chloe, on display in her enticing new underthings. Nettie’s eyebrows shot up and she let out a low whistle as she slowly took in Chloe from head to toe. Alex, for her part, sat and stared, wide-eyed, as if it was the first time she’d seen Chloe at all.

After a good moment of gawking, Nettie turned to her little sister and said, “Yep. I’d say this was a good choice.”

Getting to her feet, Nettie walked over to wrap both arms around Chloe’s neck. “You are fucking hot, baby,” she said, before pressing her mouth to Chloe’s for a passionate French kiss.

Chloe felt herself melt into Nettie’s arms as their tongues began the familiar dance. The kiss was hungry and avid, and Chloe was elated that she was having such an effect on the older girl. She gave back as good as she got, and the kiss went on and on, fueling her desire.

“Hey, come on. I want some too,” Alex interrupted after a good while, arms folded impatiently, a pout on her lips. She got her wish, as both Chloe and Nettie burst out laughing, breaking their long kiss.

“So impatient, little sister,” Nettie said with a mock roll of her eyes. “But fine, I guess you can have a turn with the birthday girl.” She gave Chloe a playful shove, sending her towards Alex.

Chloe wasted no time climbing onto the bed to join her friend, and quickly found herself locked in an equally passionate kiss with the younger of the sisters. And with Nettie’s blessing, it seemed! Oh, yeah, this is definitely going to be my best birthday ever.

Alex leaned back against the pillows while they kissed and Chloe followed, finding herself halfway on top of her friend. She slipped a hand under Alex’s butt, pulling the girl tightly against her. Their tongues tangled eagerly, and Chloe marveled at how quickly Alex had become such an expert kisser.

“Y’know… there’s just one thing missing from your sexy outfit,” Nettie said after giving them a moment to savor their kiss.

“Oh? What’s that?” Chloe rolled off of Alex, giving Nettie a curious look.

The older girl was holding the mysterious bag she’d brought in earlier. Fishing about inside, she pulled out some kind of circle made of pink plush which, for some reason, she barely took out of the bag. “Here. Cute bracelet.”

Chloe inspected the thing dubiously. It seemed rather garish, and not at all her style. A very weird choice, she thought, but she didn’t want to offend her friends if they’d bought it for her. “Um… you think it works with this?” She nodded down at her lingerie.

“Sure, sure. Try it on.” Without waiting for an answer, Nettie opened the bracelet, then closed it around Chloe’s wrist with a rather final-sounding click.

It was then that Chloe noticed the odd-looking metallic part on the bracelet… and then the chain attached to it, going down into the bag. “Err, what?”

Quick as a striking snake, Nettie pulled another bracelet from the bag, linked to the first by that chain, and deftly passed it through the bars of the bed’s headboard. Suddenly, Alex seized Chloe’s other wrist and held it up so that Nettie could close the second “bracelet”—or handcuff, as it was quickly becoming clear—around it.

“What?” Chloe repeated. Attempting to free herself, she found she could only move her hands a few inches, and try as she might, there seemed to be no way out of the predicament. She gave the sisters a dirty look. They seemed quite pleased with themselves. “Very funny, you guys.”

“Just making sure you behave,” Nettie said. “After all, you were a very naughty girl the last time we were all on this bed together.”

“I… I was?” Chloe glanced from one girl to the other. She knew Nettie was referring to the trick Chloe had pulled to get the older girl to touch her little sister’s pussy, but… She’d figured the last thing Nettie wanted was for Alex to know about that.

“Oh, you know what you did.” Without warning, Nettie pressed her fingers against the front of Chloe’s panties, as if to illustrate her point.

“Ah!” Chloe gasped at the unexpected sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, but the suddenness of the powerful feeling instinctively made her want to squirm away. The restraints didn’t give her room for that, though. Still, there was a certain thrill to it, she realized, being at Nettie’s mercy like this.

“Enjoying your new jewelry, are you?” Nettie smirked, as if reading Chloe’s mind. Her fingers traced circles on the crotch of the panties, pushing the soft fabric against Chloe’s vulva and making her gasp again. Turning to Alex, Nettie said, “This little slut is getting her present all wet. Very rude.”

Alex giggled. She seemed to be enjoying Chloe’s discomfiture a little too much. There needed to be some payback handed out for her part in this later, whenever Nettie got tired of her game and let Chloe go.

Slut, huh? Well, I do look the part… maybe I should act it, too. “You can take ‘em off, if you want,” she said, making her voice as sultry as she could.

“Maybe later.” Nettie seemed to have suddenly lost interest in pursuing what she had started, taking her hand away from Chloe’s sex. “Me and Alex have some business of our own to take care of first,” she said, crawling away on the bed, her little sister in tow.

“What? Business? Hey, don’t leave me here like this!”

“Oh, you’re definitely staying like that. But we’re not leaving, just having a… family moment. Feel free to enjoy the show, though.”

The show? Chloe arched a puzzled eyebrow as she watched the two girls move out of reach—not that she could actually reach anything—and kneel together, face to face at the foot of the bed.

Nettie reached out to touch Alex’s cheek—an uncommonly tender gesture for her—and they smiled at each other. Alex stole a nervous glance at Chloe, and her cheeks colored a little.

Wait a minute, they’re not gonna… no way!

But they did. Chloe’s jaw dropped as Nettie leaned forward and kissed her little sister square on the lips. And not a quick peck either, there was passion behind it. In fact, the two sisters soon had their tongues in each other’s mouth and, judging by how casually they were making out, this couldn’t have been the first time they’d done it.

Chloe could only stare, open-mouthed, at the incredibly erotic spectacle taking place in front of her. Sure, she’d idly fantasized about Nettie and Alex fooling around, but had never really thought it would happen. Now, a hundred questions popped into her mind, but she couldn’t give voice to them, enthralled as she was by the sisters’ steamy kiss. Anyhow, interrupting them was the last thing she wanted to do.

It didn’t look like there was any danger of that, though. The girls seemed to have forgotten she was there at all, lost in their own little world. Nettie pulled her little sister closer, and Alex was only too eager to crawl into the teenager’s lap, straddling her legs, all without breaking their kiss. They caressed one another while their tongues danced back and forth—Chloe not missing a second of it—until finally, perhaps out of breath, the girls drifted apart, gazing at each other with lust in their eyes.

“Holy shit!” Chloe blurted out, no longer able to keep quiet. “What… How… When did you…” She couldn’t focus on a single question at a time.

Her friends laughed. “Well… you were gone awhile,” Nettie began with a self-conscious shrug, not quite managing her usual nonchalance. “Girls have needs, y’know. One day, we just had to take matters into our own hands.” Leaning in, she briefly nibbled at Alex’s ear. “And maybe a few other times since.”

“Yeah, a few,” Alex agreed, and the sisters exchanged a knowing glance.

“But—”

“Hush now, you’re distracting us,” Nettie interrupted. Turning away from Chloe, her lips found Alex’s again, but didn’t linger this time, instead drifting down to nuzzle at her little sister’s neck.

Chloe opened her mouth, then closed it. Had these two been having sex all week without her? She wasn’t quite sure what to think of that. It sounded like she’d missed out on a lot, but… this probably wasn’t the best time to discuss it. Besides, she certainly couldn’t argue with the unbelievably sexy end results, now unfolding in front of her.

And Nettie wasn’t wasting any time. Lifting Alex’s shirt up to her chest, she ogled her little sister’s nascent breasts with hungry eyes. “Mmm, I love when you don’t wear a bra.”

“I know,” Alex replied, looking smug.

She quickly lost her composure, though, when Nettie fastened her mouth to a nipple. Alex moaned, putting a hand on the back of her big sister’s neck to hold her in place, though Nettie didn’t need the encouragement, sucking and licking the taut bud with abandon.

Even if she’d wanted to, Chloe couldn’t have torn her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. It was hotter than anything she could have imagined. She’d been wet before, but now her new panties were surely soaked through. She had to wonder if Alex’s lack of a bra was for her benefit, as she’d assumed earlier, or Nettie’s.

Without Chloe giving it much thought, one of her hands began to make its way down to the increasingly burning need between her legs. Her movement, however, was abruptly halted by the handcuff around her wrist. Chloe frowned at the device, annoyed.

“Behave, little girl,” Nettie said, noticing her predicament.

Chloe struggled a little, trying to find a way to get at least a bit more room to maneuver, but the chain made it impossible. She couldn’t even reach her breasts, much less her sex. She gave Nettie a piteous look, but the teenager only smirked at her.

Chloe sighed heavily, trying to make her frustration obvious, but Nettie had already lost interest, turning back to her half-naked sister. Slowly, she pushed Alex onto her back, lapping at her nipples all the while. Nuzzling along the younger girl’s ribs, she made her way down to Alex’s flat tummy, probing her belly button with a flick of the tongue.

Alex was squirming in a big way, clearly yearning for Nettie to get where she was going. Her big sister liked to tease, though, slipping her tongue under the waistband of Alex’s shorts, tantalizingly close to the goal but not quite enough to satisfy, judging by Alex’s frustrated huffs.

Clearly out of patience, Alex finally reached down to undo her shorts.

Nettie straightened up, chuckling. “In a hurry, are we?”

Alex glared at her sister. “Yes!”

“Take ‘em off, then.”

While Alex struggled out of her shorts, grimacing as they got caught on one foot, Nettie got up and began to remove her own clothes. Her sensual movements didn’t seem hurried, yet somehow she ended up naked in record time.

Chloe took in the sight of the gorgeous teenager in all her glory, then her gaze shifted to the younger sister—equally beautiful in her own way, and also equally nude, now that she’d shrugged out of her top. She longed to touch both girls, or even just herself, but felt certain that Nettie wouldn’t free her, even if she begged.

Crawling back onto the bed, Nettie got right down to business, sliding a hand up Alex’s leg to cup her sex. “Well, well… look who’s just as wet as Chloe!”

“Whose—ahhhh! Whose f-fault… is that?” Alex protested, a frown on her face.

Nettie didn’t argue the point. Flashing a wicked grin, she knelt down and put her tongue to work on Alex’s pussy, quickly getting a long moan of relief in return.

Again, Chloe could only stare, not missing a wink of the action as the older sister eagerly went down on the younger one. Clearly, Nettie had experienced a big change of heart since the last time they were together, when she’d freaked out about being tricked into touching Alex’s pussy. But Chloe wasn’t about to complain. Not when their “show” was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Getting a flash of inspiration, she folded one leg underneath her, drawing the foot upward until the heel rested against the front of her panties. Oooh, yes! That’s what I need!

She began to grind the foot against her pussy, and the pleasure she’d been yearning for immediately surged within her body. Intensified by the sight of Nettie licking her little sister, the sensation felt amazing, and she couldn’t quite prevent a moan from escaping.

Despite Alex’s own cries getting quite loud, Nettie somehow picked up on what Chloe was doing right away. “Chloe. I swear to God, I’ll find something to tie your legs together if you don’t control yourself.” Straightening up to glare at Chloe, she looked like she meant it.

Reluctantly, Chloe extended her leg again. This was so frustrating, but clearly what Nettie had intended. It didn’t seem fair that she should be punished. After all, the sisters were obviously getting a huge kick out of this new dimension to their relationship, and she’d been the one who set it in motion. She hoped the girls had something fun planned for her too, once they were done with their teasing.

It didn’t look like Alex was enjoying the interruption, either. “Just leave her alone,” she said, reaching out to pull Nettie back towards her.

“Horny girl. This what you want?” Nettie asked as she slid a finger between Alex’s pussy lips.

Gasping, Alex gave a vigorous nod. As her sister was bending down to get her tongue back into the action, though, Alex stopped her by pulling at Nettie’s leg. “No, um… turn around, I want to…”

Nettie grinned. “Oh, do you now?” She swiveled around to position her knees on either side of Alex’s face, then slowly lowered her sex to her little sister’s mouth. She inhaled sharply as Alex began to lick her pussy, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation before returning the favor with equal enthusiasm.

Their sixty-nine was a little awkward, what with the difference in their heights, but Alex and Nettie didn’t seem to mind—and Chloe certainly wasn’t bothered by it either. The sight of the two sisters eating each other out with such wild abandon was a dream come true. Alex seemed to have received quite the crash course in pussy-licking, and Chloe ached to find out first-hand just how well her friend had learned.

Muffled moans were growing in intensity as each girl voiced her pleasure into her sibling’s sex. Chloe’s own excitement was mounting, too—though with no relief in sight, in her case. She considered doing some more rubbing off against her heel. Surely Nettie wouldn’t notice now, busy as she was. And anyway, if I really did get tied up even more, like all spread open on the bed… that might still be fun! she thought with a wicked grin.

She decided that interrupting the hot action at this point would be downright cruel, though. The sounds of passion from the two girls were getting increasingly urgent. Nettie grunted with each flick of Alex’s tongue, while she spread her little sister’s legs wide, licking her for all she was worth.

Despite her teasing about how wet others were, it was Nettie who came first. She let out a great wordless cry and squeezed her eyes shut in a grimace of ecstasy, her task momentarily forgotten as she was hit by what looked like a very powerful orgasm.

Remembering herself after a few seconds, Nettie went back to work on her sister’s pussy with renewed ardor, little moans still escaping her from time to time. It didn’t take very long before it was Alex’s turn to come. Her head snapped back and she let out a series of blissful little cries, her body squirming uncontrollably under Nettie’s.

When Alex’s ecstasy began to wane, Nettie rolled off of her, and the sisters lay panting side by side, their skin shining with sweat.

“Um, guys, that was really super hot and all,” Chloe said after a moment, a little breathless herself, “but do you think I could get some attention too, now? I really need it.”

Off to Chapter Ten!

 

Unaccompanied Minor, Book One, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 4, 2019 at 2:48 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Keesha Johnson loved the water. Growing up in Edmonton she spent as much time as she could at the local pool, and in the summer, her family would spend a couple of weeks and most weekends at their cottage on Gull Lake. She could usually be found in or on the water, swimming, kayaking, canoeing, or on the jet ski. So, when the lifeguard job came up at the university in her first year, she jumped at it. She may not be swimming and diving, but she was by the pool. She also volunteered a couple of evenings a week instructing swimming classes as well as a counselor at the three, two-week youth summer camps at Gull Lake.

But the 22-year-old had another reason for taking this job. She liked girls. Well, more specifically, young girls. Girls just on the verge of blossoming. Their ages could vary by a few years, maybe between 10 to 12, depending on when their bodies had decided it was time for them to develop into womanhood. Seeing the girls at the pool in their usually tight-fitting swimsuits, climbing out of the pool to walk to the diving board only to jump back into the water could make her squirm in the lifeguard chair.

She admired the tiny bumps hidden under their suits, the ones that promised one day to be supple breasts. Loved to watch their cute butts wiggle as the girls pulled at the material that moved up exposing lots of cheek. And every once in a while a girl would wear a suit that was a bit small, prominently displaying her sex with a camel toe. The crotch of her own swimsuit would become as wet as those of the girls in the pool even though she had never left her chair, and she would end her shift by rubbing one out in the staff shower room.

If anyone had ever learned about her fantasies, she would be labeled as a pedophile. She had first heard that word when she was nine, a year after she became sexually active. Her mother had called her 16-year-old babysitter a pedophile the day she caught Keesha licking the teen’s pussy clean after giving her an orgasm.

Keesha knew that the things her babysitter had taught her, and they had done together over the preceding year were their secret, and Keesha could never tell anyone. But she never understood why her parents had become so upset when they did find out. Dixie, the babysitter, had never done anything Keesha didn’t want to do. She never forced her or hurt her in any way. The sex they had was always fun and felt so good whenever they orgasmed.

She never saw Dixie again, and that had made her sad. Her love of sex never stopped though, and she continued her pursuit of it. Lots of masturbation at first but she missed doing things with other girls. She seduced her best friend first, then two other girls at school. The four of them had many sexual adventures together during the next few years.

When she was 13, she had been a babysitter for about a year. She got a new client then who had a 10-year-old daughter named Amy. Keesha became smitten with her instantly, and within a month she had popped Amy’s lesbian cherry. She babysat Amy only on Friday nights, and for next year they fucked like rabbits. Amy’s mom changed jobs then, and they moved away. It was that year with Amy that hooked Keesha on girls that age.

As she grew older, she found that girls that age were eager to learn and explore their bodies, and if someone kind, gentle, and understanding was willing to teach them, they were happy to accept it. On the downside, the older she became, the more risk was involved, so from the time she turned fifteen, she tried to avoid situations where she might be tempted with a tween. If a girl were more than a year younger than her, she was off limits, that became her rule. She broke that rule several times before she turned twenty.

So now here she was, basically torturing herself, with all these pretty young girls around. She had to be satisfied with an accidental brush against a small boob or a backside during a swimming lesson with her beginners’ class. And even though there was no reason to, she would occasionally walk through the girls’ change room or communal showers to sneak a peek at naked young flesh. She had to be careful with that one though as there could be an adult present, and if a supervisor saw her, there could be difficult questions to answer.

“You’re sprung,” a voice said from below her.

She jumped and tore her eyes away from the very sexy girl in the white bikini sitting on the edge of the pool and chatting with her friend still in the water. Keesha looked down at the man who had spoken and smiled at him. Jeez, her shift was over already?

“Hey, Keith,” she greeted and climbed down from the chair.

“Quiet shift? No shark attacks or anything?”

She chuckled. “Nope. No sharks, but I think I saw a mermaid, or it could have been Aquaman. Not sure.”

“Right. I’ll keep an eye out,” he laughed.

“Talk to ya later, Keith.” She gave him an airy wave as she headed for the office. She was a few feet from the office door when two girls appeared from the changing area. She paused for a moment to look, recognizing them at once from a few days before. They were the girls who had been having some naughty fun with the water jets.

“Hey there,” she said when they approached.

The shorter of the two girls, the one with the light brown hair, smiled widely. “Hi,” she said excitedly.

This made Keesha grin. “It’s Trish, right?”

“Yeah,” Trish replied as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

Keesha let her eyes quickly roam over the girl’s body. She hadn’t had a chance to get a good look at Trish the last time they met, but she was glad she did now. The girl wore the cutest swimsuit, and it fit her well. “I didn’t get your name though,” she said turning to the other girl.

“Hi again. I’m Monica.”

“There were three of you last time, no?” Keesha asked.

“Yeah, that was our friend, Gabby. She couldn’t make it this time.” Trish explained.

“I see. Well, enjoy your swim.”

“Thanks,” Monica replied.

Keesha gave Monica’s butt a quick peek as the girl turned and headed toward the pool. Trish hesitated though, smiling sweetly, and Keesha’s gaydar began pinging like crazy. Then Trish gave her a little wave and moved quickly to catch up with Monica. A delightful tingle shot from her core as she watched the girl’s cute ass.

“Oh, what I would like to do with you, little girl,” she mumbled quietly. Keesha went into the small staff office, closing the door behind her. Grabbing a file folder from the cabinet, she plopped down behind the desk to work on her lesson plan for her next week of swim classes.

She didn’t get much done, with the thoughts of Trish and the throbbing between her legs being too much of a distraction. So, she closed the folder and headed for the staff shower, remembering then that it was closed today for plumbing upgrades and if she wanted a shower, she would have to use the public ones.

She paused for a moment, debating on what she should do; use the public shower or wait until she was home. She didn’t really want to wait though. The toilet stall was a choice, it had been her go-to place in high school until the teacher she had been fantasizing about at that moment caught her. That traumatic experience kinda ruined it for her. Mind made up she headed into the public showers.

Keesha peeled off her one-piece swimsuit and stepped under the warm spray. There was a sort of privacy wall made of opaque glass that shielded the entrance to the shower from the changing room. Anyone entering the shower would have to pass by the wall, and their resulting silhouette would be seen by anyone standing under the showerhead where Keesha now stood. The door that led from the shower to the pool made a loud squeak when opened, so she knew she was relatively safe from being caught.

The girls she had seen and lusted for danced in her mind as she played with her sensitive clit. She groaned feeling the pressure in her belly. Release would come quickly today. She rubbed harder and faster picturing cute little Trish. She would be standing naked in this shower room in a while. Wouldn’t that be nice to watch, the streams of water running over her smooth skin and down to her sweet pussy?

Keesha groaned again as her orgasm tore through her. Her body shuddered, and she had to lean back against the wall for support. Lost in her bliss, she had forgotten where she was and had closed her eyes during her orgasm. They snapped open, and the momentary relief that no one was there was replaced by a worrying thought. What if someone had seen and left at once?

She groaned, chastising herself for being so stupid. Moving under the spray once again she faced the wall and let the water hit her face. The door from the pool squeaked as she shut off the water. Turning she saw Trish standing there, staring in shocked silence.

Keesha felt a tingle again. “Never seen a black girl before?” she asked teasingly. Damn, she wished they were truly alone right now.

“Huh? Oh!” Trish’s face pinkened. “Um, yeah. I live in Toronto. There are lots of different races there.”

“I see. I thought maybe you hadn’t, the way your eyes were locked on me.” Keesha stepped closer, then leaned past her to take the towel from the hook on the opposite wall.

“Sorry,” she stammered. “Seeing you naked kinda… you know… took me by surprise.” She giggled nervously.

“Do you like what you see?” Keesha knew she was treading dangerously, but she wanted to see how far she could go.

Trish nodded. “Yeah.” She averted her eyes as she spoke softly.

Damn, now she was horny again. It was clear that Trish was looking at her tits and pussy, so Keesha stepped a bit closer, her towel in her hand. She was close enough to the tween that Trish could touch her if she wanted to. It looked like she was about to reach up when the sounds of a locker being closed in the change room snapped them back.

Stepping back, Keesha wrapped the towel around herself. “Maybe we could get together sometime and discuss the things you like seeing.” Her heart was racing now, and nervous excitement made her shiver.

It took a moment before Trish’s eyes went wide with the understanding of the invitation. “I… um… I’m heading back home to Toronto tomorrow.” Was that a hint of sadness in her voice? “But I will be back in the summer for a month.” She added quickly and the grin on her face wasn’t lost on Keesha.

“Oh, I see. Well, maybe in the summer then.” She was a bit disappointed the cute kid was leaving, but she was coming back, and she did sound interested in getting together. Keesha was excited at the possibilities of what a rendezvous may entail.

Trish nodded. “Sure. But I gotta go to the bathroom now. See ya.” And with that, she dashed off toward the stalls.

Keesha contemplated turning on the shower and giving herself another orgasm but decided, probably wisely, against it. Instead, she sighed at the happy thought of a possible encounter with Trish in the summer. Picking up her swimsuit she headed to the staff changing room for her clothes.

***

“So, tell me again what happened in the shower?” Monica asked as she closed her bedroom door.

Trish pulled her suitcase from the closet and plopped it onto the bed. “She was standing there. Naked! I couldn’t take my eyes off her,” Trish said. She pulled off her shirt and pants, folded them and put them in the suitcase. She had already set aside a pair of PJs but guessed she wouldn’t need them right away. Tomorrow morning, she would be flying back to Toronto and wouldn’t see Monica again until the summer. Tonight would be there last chance to have sex until then.

“And she asked you to get together?” Monica asked as she stripped off her clothes, letting them stay where they fell.

“Un-huh.” Trish gathered up the rest of her things and packed them. She left out clothes for tomorrow and toiletries for her morning routine. She looked over at Monica as she zipped up the bag and set it on the floor.

“Would you have? If you weren’t leaving tomorrow that is?”

Trish looked at her step-sister. Her naked step-sister and smiled. Monica was grinning like a fool, so if the thought of Trish and Keesha hooking up bothered her, she didn’t show it. She shrugged and peeled off her panties making her as naked as Monica. Stepping close she snaked her arms around Monica’s waist. “Maybe,” she said. “Would that bother you?”

Monica slowly shook her head. “No. Well, maybe a little.” She wrapped her arms around Trish. “I kinda like having you to myself.” Monica leaned in and kissed Trish softly on the lips.

With their lips still moving together, Trish backed them toward the bed until they fell upon it. “This is our last night together for like… four months!” Trish said, shocked at the number as she counted the months until July on her fingers.

“I know, right!” Monica chuckled. “I think we should do something different. Something special then.”

Trish looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Like what?”

“How about a toy?”

Okay. Now Trish was confused. More so than she had been their first night together. “A toy? What kind of toy?”

“Well,” Monica said sitting up. “I could say a vibrator and a dildo. But since there is no way I could get real ones…” She paused and gave Trish a huge grin. “I had to improvise.”

Trish shook her head, still confused. “Hang on. I’ll get them.” Monica got on the floor and pulled a shoebox out from under her bed. “Do you know what a vibrator and dildo are?”

Trish shook her head. “No. Not really.” As per most things sexual she had heard things said at school but had no idea what they were talking about. She listened intently and slightly horrified as Monica explained about rubber penises and vibrating cigar-shaped things.

When Monica opened the box, she felt relief, and more confusion, for what she saw was an electric toothbrush and a piece of bright orange plastic.

“What’s this?” She pointed questioningly at the items.

“Like I said, I had to improvise.” She picked up the orange thing. It was about six inches long and about a half-inch thick. Flattened like a nail head on one end and rounded on the other. The entire surface was smooth. “This used to be part of a ring stacking toy. It had a base that it pushed through and there were a bunch of different sized and colored rings that you could stack on it.”

“Okay. So, what do you do with it now?” Trish asked still not sure of its new use.

“Fuck yourself,” Monica said, a matter of factly.

Her eyes went wide. “What! Stick it in your vagina?”

Monica laughed. “Yup. Or in your ass, if you feel adventurous.”

Trish just blinked. Her journey into the wonderful world of sex had just taken a left at Albuquerque. “Oh my God,” she said softly then looked at Monica. “And the toothbrush? I know what it does when you turn it on. Do you stick that in your vagina too?”

“Yeah, you can. But it’s better if you just rub your clit with it.” Monica paused for a moment. “So, ya wanna try?”

She only hesitated for a moment then nodded. “Okay.”

Monica grinned. “Cool. Let’s start with the vibrator.”

“It’s a toothbrush.” Trish snorted.

“Right now, it’s a vibrator. Lay back.” Monica pushed Trish’s legs apart and positioned herself between them.

Trish lay back and closed her eyes when she heard the familiar hum start. Monica’s tongue was the first thing she felt. “Man, you’re already wet.”

Trish giggled. It was true. The talk about Keesha and the idea of dildos and vibrators had excited her. Then the smooth plastic head of the buzzing toy touched her clit. She twitched in response as a bolt of electricity shot from her center to every corner of her body.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, surprising herself by using the f-word.

“I’m getting to that.” Monica teased.

She rested on her elbows, watching Monica play the toy around her clit and through her slick folds. Trish knew her orgasm wasn’t far off, surprised by how quickly the pressure grew. She twitched every time Monica touched her in a particular spot, and it caused her to whimper.

Monica withdrew the vibrator, not shutting it off though. She licked at the sensitive bud, letting Trish relax for just a moment or two. Trish’s eyes grew wide when Monica picked up the faux dildo and slid it into her own mouth, slowly sucking on it. She gave Trish a devilish grin as she touched it to her entrance, circling slowly. “Are you ready?”

Trish watched the toy intently, both fear and excitement chased through her. She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Monica gently pushed the dildo against her entrance. She was wet, aroused and more than willing. Yet, it felt like it might be too big for her. Another gentle push and it was in. Trish gasped as the intruder sunk deep inside.

“You okay?” Monica held the toy still.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I feel…I don’t know. Like I’m full.” The sensations she now felt were not at all unpleasant, and as she relaxed her vaginal muscles, and thought about the naughty thing she was doing, she became more and more turned on.

“I’m going to move it now,” Monica warned, then pulled it back without removing it. She paused for just a second before pushing it back in. Trish groaned and rolled her hips to meet the gentle thrust. Monica repeated the motions, increasing the tempo at the same time.

Trish grunted. Her body was on fire. This is even better than a finger, she thought. That was until Monica brought the buzzing toothbrush back into the mix. Trish sucked in a breath as the two unique sensations played off each other. Her mind and body reeled at the newness of it all, and as Monica fucked her, the pressure in her belly grew until a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She stiffened and arched her back, thrusting her hips upward and taking the entire length of the makeshift dildo. Trish had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she cried out at the wonderful release.

Monica switched off the toothbrush and set it aside. Slowly, she pulled the toy back, and Trish gasped when it popped out. She squeezed her legs together feeling strangely exposed. Monica was beside her now, and she rolled to face her.

“So, what did you think?” Monica asked after a sweet little kiss.

She blinked, still trying to catch her breath. “It was freaking awesome.” She snuggled into Monica and took a calming breath. “Is that what it is like to have sex with a boy?”

Monica pulled back a bit and looked at her questioningly. “Um, maybe? I don’t know. I’ve never had sex with a boy.”

“I was just curious,” Trish said.

“You could ask Gabby,” Monica offered.

It was now Trish’s turn to raise an eyebrow to Monica. “Gabby has had sex with a boy?”

Monica nodded. “Yeah. And his sister. At the same time. But like I said you’ll have to ask her about it.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They lay in silence for a couple of minutes. Trish mulled over what Monica had just said and thought of the pictures they had found in the garage earlier in the week. She had looked at the ones with the boy and girls with a bit of curiosity, wondering what it would be like, but it had been the pictures with just the girls that had interested her the most. Maybe someday she would try something with a boy. Just to see what it would be like. Maybe. She thought about the sex she had had with Monica, then Gabby. The encounter with Gwen in the bathroom and with Keesha in the showers at the pool. Yeah, she was definitely into girls.

“You still awake?” Monica asked softly.

“Yeah. Just need a moment to recharge.” Trish took Monica’s nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. “Can I use the dildo on you?” She asked after a moment.

“Un-huh. What do you want to do to me?” She asked huskily.

“Put it in your –”

“No. I want to hear you say it. What do you want to do to me, Trish?”

Trish swallowed. “I…I want to…um,” she paused. “Fuck you with it,” she said quietly, the heat rising in her face.

“There, that wasn’t so bad. Now fuck me, Trish. Fuck me with that naughty toy,” she said hungrily.

And that’s what she did. She licked and sucked Monica’s waiting pussy, not surprised to find she was already wet with arousal. Trish didn’t stop until Monica came in her mouth. Then she used the toy and carefully pushed it in and fucked her. The coaxing for more, harder, and faster thrusts from her stepsister fueled Trish’s lust, and she was soon fingering herself as she fucked Monica none too gently.

Caught up in their frenzy of carnal pleasure they didn’t see or hear the bedroom door open, just enough for Gwen to witness both girls orgasm together. When Trish collapsed on top of Monica a moment later, powerful aftershock rippling through her body, the door silently closed.

***

The departures level at Edmonton International was alive with the chaotic sounds of travelers. People were milling around the shops and eateries while others rushed past, hurrying toward their gate. Trish and her dad sat on the blue padded seats close to gate 72, waiting for the announcement to board the plane.

Several emotions were flowing through her now. Happy she was heading back to her life in Toronto with her Mom and her friends. Sad that she had to say so long to her Dad, Gwen, and Monica. So much had happened to her over the last few days, things that were new and exciting. And she was sad that they were coming to an end. She was going to miss Monica. Or was it the sex she was going to miss? Definitely the sex, but there was something else. She was really going to miss Monica. God how that thought made her chest ache. When she had left for home in the past, she hadn’t felt like this. Sure, there were always a few moments of sadness when they said their goodbyes. But that always passed quickly. This time, it felt… different. It hurt, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

Trish thought back to their goodbye. Only a short time ago just before she had to go through the security gate with her dad. Monica had stood there in front of her. Her eyes downcast.

“I guess this is it,” she had said in a soft voice. She sniffed once before meeting Trish’s eyes.

Trish saw the tears welling and she too sniffed. “I’m going to miss you,” she croaked.

“Me too,” Monica said then pulled Trish into a hug.

They held each other for a moment then Monica pulled back far enough to look Trish in the eyes without letting go. She took a quick peek at the adults, who were busy fussing with whatever and not looking at them, then she pressed her lips to Trish’s. The kiss was gentle and soft and warm and all sorts of wonderful.

She pulled back far too soon, and Trish saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. Trish sobbed and soon her own tears were flowing. They embraced once again and cried.

“Good lord. What brought all this on?” Gwen asked. “You’d think you’re never going to see each other again.”

The girls pulled apart, sniffing and giggling. Their eyes puffy from crying and faces pink from embarrassment.
Gwen pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped away Trish’s tears. “There you go. Now, don’t you worry. It will be summer before you know it and you two will be back together getting into all sorts of trouble, I’m sure.” She gave Trish a warm smile and kissed her forehead.

“Are you ready, Pumpkin?” Jason asked and Trish nodded. She had picked up her carry-on bag then, gave Gwen a hug and paused long enough to give Monica a smile and a little wave before following her dad through security.

Trish sighed as she fiddled with a plastic sleeve that hung from a lanyard around her neck, a big UM printed on the front. The sleeve held her ticket and boarding pass, along with the documents need for her to fly unaccompanied back to Toronto. Her mood brightened when she saw that the flight attendant who would be looking out for her during her trip was Carol, the same woman from her flight from Toronto a week ago. Trish watched Carol as she stood behind the small boarding desk near the entrance to the jetway. She is beautiful Trish thought. Tall and thin, blonde hair pulled up in a bun. Her airline uniform fit nicely, accenting her curves. The skirt she wore hugged her ass just enough that Trish found herself wondering what Carol would look like without it.

She gave herself a mental shake when a little twinge of excitement crawled up her spine. During her flight here, she saw Carol as just a nice lady who had been very kind to her. Now, after her sexual awakening, Trish realized just how beautiful Carol was and she was now hoping for some turbulence on the way home, to having Carol hold her again. She had to stop thinking like this or she would be wearing wet panties all the way back.

Soon enough Carol came over to let them know it was just about time to board and she would like to get Trish settled before then.

“You’re lucky, Trish,” Carol said with a smile. “Seems you’ll have the entire row to yourself.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “Lucky you.” He pulled Trish into a hug and kissed her forehead. “Love you, pumpkin. Have a great trip home and call me when you get there, okay?”

“Okay, daddy. Love you too.” She returned the hug then grabbed her carry-on bag and followed Carol toward the jetway, pausing for a moment to give her dad a wave good-bye.

Trish had been assigned seat 20D, last row by the aisle. “The row is all yours, so you can sit by the window if you want,” Carol said after her bag was stowed.

She was standing so close to Trish that she could smell the woman’s perfume. It was a pleasant aroma, and she looked up and paused at the spot where her small breasts were hidden by her uniform vest and then up to her eyes. Carol was smiling sweetly at her, and the heat touched her cheeks wondering if the pretty flight attendant knew she was checking her out. “That’s awesome,” she replied. “Can you sit with me during take-off?”

“Normally, that’s not allowed. But I think I can if you promise not to tell my boss,” She teased.

Trish laughed. “Deal.”

As Carol was busy with the boarding of the rest of the passengers, Trish chose to sit by the window and busied herself by looking out onto the tarmac. She watched as the baggage handlers tossed suitcases onto the conveyer belt. Her mind wandered again, and she soon found herself thinking of the week’s events. So much had happened to her and she had changed too. From being totally ignorant in the ways of sex to a novice lesbian, if that was actually a thing, who was now excited to experience sexual pleasure from girls like Monica and Gabby to women like Gwen, Keesha and maybe even Carol. Though she wasn’t sure how that would work. You can’t have sex on a plane. Can you?

“Okay, Trish. Time to do up your…” Carol paused. “Um…seatbelt.”

Trish glanced up at Carol, her face turning a lovely shade of pink as she looked down at Trish’s lap. Trish glanced down, and her face reddened as well, realizing that Carol had caught her touching herself. Had caught her rubbing small circles, pushing down on her clit through the sweats she wore.

Trish looked back up, at Carol and swallowed. Carol’s blush was gone, and she wore a knowing smirk. Was she turned on by Trish’s bit of absent-minded fun?

“Is your seatbelt done up, sweetie?” Carol asked sitting on the seat beside her.

Trish nodded, swallowing again to clear the lump in her throat. “Yes.”

“Good.” Carol leaned in, gave Trish’s knee a gentle squeeze, and whispered in her ear. “I’ll bring you a blanket, so you have some privacy, while you, um… play.”

Carol left the row, and Trish felt the burn in her cheeks return. But her body shuddered at the same time as a pleasant tingle of excitement ran up her spine. This was going to be an interesting flight.

The End of Book One

Be sure to come back and join Trish, Monica, and the rest of the gang for some more naughty fun during their steamy Summer Vacation in:

Unaccompanied Minor – Book Two

 

Crimson and Ivory

  • Posted on July 2, 2019 at 2:29 pm

Author Unknown

Many years ago, a young woman gave birth to two beautiful daughters. For the first several years of the girls’ lives, they all lived happily in a cottage hidden deep in the woods. Their father, her husband, was nearly as handsome as she was beautiful. But one day he went into the woods to forage for food, and was struck down by another hunter’s arrow. The woman was left alone and raised her daughters the best she could.

The eldest daughter, Crimson, was named for the bright tuft of red hair that had topped her head the day she was born. It grew thick and curly as time passed, and when she was eighteen it hung in curls down her back, dancing teasingly across the curves of her buttocks.

Her sister, Ivory, was named for the beautiful white hair she’d been born with. To some it was a drawback, but to the woman and to her family it was just another unique feature of an already unique girl. Ivory’s hair was exactly the opposite of her sister’s. It was long, with no curls in the silken strands. Instead Ivory’s hair was long and straight. It flowed like silk falling through the fingers of a wealthy king.

A few months before the woman’s husband died, he had planted two beautiful rose bushes for his wife, and every year since they bloomed brilliant roses. One plant bore red flowers, the other white. The girls often played near the bushes and whenever they were in bloom they picked the best flowers for their mother in hopes of making her smile.

The sisters were very close to each other, and for the most part they were one and the same. Crimson was slightly more adventurous than her sister Ivory, but she did not openly seek trouble. It just sometimes found her. And while that trouble was finding her, Ivory was often back at the cottage taking care of their mother’s needs, or keeping the home clean and pleasant.

When the girls turned eighteen their mother had a small party for them. There were no guests to invite, for once her husband died, the woman had become a recluse of sorts. She rarely ventured out of the woods, choosing instead to live off the land, eating berries, nuts, and fruits that were hearty in number.

After a celebration of strawberry cake, apple cider and raspberry cookies, the two girls kissed their mother goodbye and promised to be back before dark. The mother did not ask questions of her daughters. She trusted them, as she trusted the forest.

Crimson and Ivory held hands as they walked through the woods, along paths that the animals frequented. Each step brought them closer to the meadow and the small pond in which they often swam and frolicked.

When they reached the water’s edge, the girls disrobed and ran into the water. They played and splashed, laughed and dunked each other. As time passed they slowed their play and began to talk of their lives and how lonely they felt. The conversation was not new, and in truth it had been played out many times.

“We cannot leave her,” Ivory whispered.

“I know,” Crimson said in a soft, quiet voice. “But I long for something more… and no matter how deep I go into the woods, I cannot find it.”

“I understand. I too wish to find what my heart is so desperately craving. Do you still find yourself thinking of how Mother and Father formed us?” Ivory asked.

Crimson blushed. “I think of it every day. I have seen many of the beasts of the woods mate, and I wonder if that is how Mother and Father mated.”

Ivory’s eyes grew wide. “Crimson, surely not!”

“Why ‘surely not’? We have seen many animals rutting, and the girl animals do not have dangling parts like the boys. And we are girls, mother says so.”

Ivory could only nod her head in agreement.

“And,” Crimson continued, “the boy animals mount the girls, they slide their dangling part into the folds of the female… and the sounds they make, though strange, are certainly unique to each breed. So why is it odd to think that man and woman might mate the same way?”

Ivory frowned and walked from the water. She lay down on the grassy shore and let the sun caress her alabaster skin. Her sister soon joined her and the two girls studied the clouds as they floated by. Eventually Ivory rolled over and studied her sister’s body. “What other things are similar between us and female animals of the woods?”

“If you would but go outside with me, you would already know this.”

“I know, but it is good for one of us to remain with Mother. I don’t mind — well, not too often.”

Crimson turned onto her side, and she too took a moment to look upon her sister’s naked flesh. “Well, for one, the girl animals have more than one of these,” Crimson reached out to touch her sister’s breasts. “And these points,” she trailed her fingers across Ivory’s pink nipples, “well, none of them have anything like ours,” she paused and gasped softly, “Oh my.”

“What?” her sister asked.

“Yours harden like mine, but when I touch yours, my body becomes warm. Much like when I caress my own.”

Ivory reached out and touched one of Crimson’s nipples. “Mine does as well. My womanhood feels tingly too. Does yours?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Crimson said. “That is another thing that is different. We have a soft patch of hair that covers our womanhood, while the females of the forest are almost bare. I think it is to keep themselves clean for their mating.”

“Perhaps we are not nearly as clean as we have thought,” Ivory whispered. She sat up and spread her legs, peered between them and studied her womanhood through the soft curls of hair. “I believe I am clean, though…”

“I am sure you are,” Crimson answered. She sat up and spread her sister’s legs even further apart. Her fingers brushed through the hairs, and the pads of her digits parted the smooth flesh of her sibling. “You look clean and smell beautiful, Ivory.” Crimson bent down and kissed her sister’s womanhood, then she sat up. “Yes, you are perfect.”

Ivory’s chest rose and fell as the girl gasped for breath, her eyes open wide.

“Are you unwell, sister?” Crimson asked.

“I don’t know. I feel… weak. Kiss me again, down there.”

Crimson shrugged her shoulders, but did as she was told. She bent her head and looked up at Ivory, while pressing her mouth to her sister’s nether lips. “Well?”

“That tingling has returned. Do it again, Crimson. It felt amazing.”

Crimson smiled. She loved making her sister happy, so she pressed her lips to her womanhood again and watched Ivory’s lips part in pleasure. “Do that to me,” she said, and sat back, spreading her legs and offering her sister the patch of red curls that covered her womanhood.

Ivory whimpered, not wanting to lose the feeling of her sister’s mouth against her sensitive flesh, but she did want Crimson to experience the same euphoric feeling that she’d just had. She bent down and placed her lips upon the same spot where her sister had kissed her. She chose to watch Crimson’s expression, to see how her sister responded.

When Crimson gasped, Ivory found herself pleased and her body warming. “You too are clean and smell beautiful. But sister, what of taste? What do you taste like?”

Crimson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Tell me.”

Ivory nodded her head, and ran her tongue between the lips of her sister’s sensitive flesh. Crimson’s hips rolled forward and Ivory heard her sister whisper how wonderful it felt, so she did it again. Her tongue lapped at each side of the warm flesh, and when she pulled away she saw fluids ooze from her sister’s opening. “Amazing,” she cooed, before bending back down and licking again.

Her own womanhood was growing moist as she tasted her sister. Reaching down to touch the wetness, she brought it to her lips. Ivory tasted herself and moaned around her fingers. “Oh, Crimson, you must try me now,” she gasped.

“Yes, oh yes, Ivory. Climb over me. Put your womanhood against my mouth and I will taste you, while you do the same for me.”

“Oh, yes,” Ivory whispered. She moved over her sister, arranging herself so that each of them could learn the flavor of the other.

The two girls slowly began to lick at the nectar that was spilling from their slits. As they learned the tastes, each one began to explore. Ivory found a hard button at the top of her sister’s sensitive mound and began to tease it. Crimson squealed and when Ivory asked if she was all right, she breathlessly whispered that she was and begged her to continue.

Ivory giggled and wiggled her womanhood against her sister’s face. “Do that to me,” she insisted.

Crimson found the same little button and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then she gave it a soft tug with her teeth. “Oh, my,” Ivory gasped. “Wonderful. Again, please.”

The love the sisters shared was deep and pure, and as they experienced a bliss never before felt, their bond only strengthened. “There is a dark hole here,” Ivory whispered. She placed one finger inside and brushed her nail against it.

“Ivory!”

Startled, Ivory quickly withdrew her hand.

“No, don’t! Put it back!” Crimson demanded.

Ivory quickly pushed her finger back inside and began to rub the fleshy surface. Crimson found her sister’s hole, and did the same thing. They slowly pulled their fingers out and put them back in again. More juices flowed, and the girls were quick to drink them up. Their bodies began to press together more closely.

Eventually Ivory gasped, “Something is h-happening.”

“I know. I — I feel it too.”

“Should we stop?” Ivory asked. The tone of her voice spoke the fear she held in her sister’s answer.

“No, let us find out what this strangeness is.”

They continued to lick and push their fingers into each other. They both felt their muscles tighten and their hips were moving at a haphazard rhythm. “I am frightened,” Crimson whispered.

“So am I!”

But both girls continued to search for whatever it was they were so close to finding. “Put another finger inside me!” Crimson demanded, then did that same thing to her sister.. Again the girls gasped in shock and pleasure. They twisted their fingers in and out, going progressively faster with each stroke.

When Crimson screamed, a flood of clear liquid shot into Ivory’s face.

Ivory was shocked, but not disgusted. She pushed her face into her sister’s mound and drank more fluids as they rushed out. Her own pussy had also exploded and the feeling had left her speechless. She felt Crimson’s mouth cover the hole that her fingers had been exploring. She wondered if her sister was as wet as she… and if not, she hoped that next time she would be on the bottom, so she could drink most of Crimson’s fluids instead of wearing them.

Crimson held tight to her sister’s bottom, her lips sealed around the dark hole that continued to ooze the heavenly fluids from a depth that she ached to explore.

When Ivory was done moving her hips and rubbing her womanhood on her sister’s face, she rolled off Crimson’s body and onto her side.

The girls lay on their backs, their bodies trembling from the sensations that had just burned through them. Neither could speak, fearing that whatever joy they had just felt might suddenly disappear. The air around them grew cooler, and soon the chill of the early evening forced them to move.

They stood up together, and dressed, then they held hands on the way back to the cottage. Once there, before going inside, they kissed one another on the lips and pulled back, exchanging looks.

“Is that me?” Ivory asked. Her sister nodded, and they pressed their mouths together again.

“Open your mouth. I want to taste myself,” Crimson whispered. Ivory did as requested and felt her sister’s tongue slide between her lips. Ivory allowed her curiosity to claim her and so she too began to explore her sister’s mouth. The two girls let their tongues twist and dance around one another until they felt their bodies tingling again.

“Oh my,” Crimson whispered.

“I know,” her sister said. They pulled apart and stared at each other in wonder. “Do we tell Mother?” Ivory asked.

Crimson chewed on her lower lip. “I do not know.”

“I think we should. We have never kept secrets from her before. Why should we now?”

“You are right,” Crimson said.

The two girls headed into the cottage and found their mother preparing their evening meal. After they dined on fresh bread and vegetable soup, Crimson cleared her throat and looked at her sister. Ivory nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Today Crimson and I discovered something in the forest. But we are not sure what it is.”

“What did it look like?” their mother asked.

Crimson giggled. “It didn’t look like anything.”

“Well, it did for me. It was colorful. Bright red, orange, yellow, gold and even different shades of black. I did not know there were different shades of black,” Ivory confessed.

“Black? Gold? Red? I felt heat. Intense, unbelievable heat. I felt it in my toes. My fingers. My head. I have never felt so hot and I only wanted to grow hotter still.” Crimson waved her hand in front of her face. “It was very strange, but yet very close to heaven — that is if heaven is as lovely a place as you have described, Mother.”

Their mother studied her daughters, and for a moment the girls felt strange under her scrutiny. Then their mother spoke, “Did you discover these colors and discover this heat together, on each other? Or did you find them in the woods, alone? Or with someone else? A stranger?”

“With strangers?” Ivory asked. “Oh no, Mother. No one else was at the pond with us. We found these things on our own… and yes, it was together. I discovered mine when Crimson pushed her fingers into my opening, when she used her tongue on this little button between our legs that we both discovered.”

“And you, Crimson — you felt this heat when your sister did these things to you?”

“Yes, Mother. It was beautiful. What is it? What did we find?”

Their mother smiled, reached over and squeezed both their hands. “You, my darling innocent daughters, have discovered passion. It is something that is only achieved when two people truly love each other. You and your sister love each other very much.”

“Passion.” The word fell simultaneously from both girls’ lips. They reached under the table and held hands.

“Mother,” Crimson said, “we love you. Do you wish to feel this passion?”

The older woman rose to her feet, slowly unfastening her gown, then letting it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath. The girls gaped.

“Yes, my precious girls,” their mother whispered. “I want to love you in that same way.”

The End