Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: This chapter picks up right where Chapter 10 leaves off. If you need a refresher, check out that part again — or better still, consult the  Chapter Links  for a thumbnail summary of the entire story. 

 

by Joe Dornish

Mum and Nicole were standing there in the doorway staring at a roomful of naked young girls — including their underage daughters — who had all been making out just a few seconds ago, if not quite fucking.

Everyone’s eyes seemed to turn to me. Fair enough, the game was my idea and this was my home — so even though I wasn’t the eldest, I was kind of in charge. Now what?

I decided that the best way to deal with this was to be honest. I knew Mum had to be thrilled at what she saw, though I wasn’t quite sure how Nicole felt.

“We’re just playing a game,” I said, getting up. “You’re back early, did you have a good time?”

Mum came over to where I stood and kissed me, letting it linger for a bit longer than mothers usually did. That was when I knew everything was just fine… and maybe, just maybe the real sex party was about to get started.

In a perfectly normal tone, Mum said, “The meal was incredible… I’ll take you and Lilly there sometime. We’d planned to go to the pub for an hour or two, but there was a rugby match on.”

“The place was jam-packed,” Nicole said, ”So we decided to chuck it in for the evening.” She smiled at Mum. “Looks as though the real fun was here all along!”

That was when Lottie and Henri got to their feet, and I burst out laughing. Henri’s make-up was everywhere, her mouth was glistening with Lottie’s wetness, and her hair was askew. Lottie was even worse — still flushed and sweaty, her hair a complete mess and her bra was hanging from a shoulder by its strap. My laughter broke the tension, and the other girls joined in, along with Mum and Nicole.

When the chuckles died down, Mum said, “Sorry, girls, we shouldn’t have burst in like that. Carry on with your game. Nicole and I will be in the kitchen.”

As they turned to leave, Evie said, “You could stay and watch us play the last bit of our game if you like. Lottie and Lilly are monsters now, so they need to check to make sure we’re monsters, too.”

God bless you, Evie, I thought.

Mum looked at me and I nodded, then she replied to Evie, “I’d love to watch.”

“So would I,” said Nicole, then she and Mum seated themselves on the sofa.

I organised us into a line facing the adults and got Lottie to finish taking her bra off — the last bit of clothing between the six of us. Then one by one Lottie and Lilly, the last of the group to get caught, went down the line exploring our bare bodies to see if we really were monsters. The light was bright enough to see exactly what was happening, and no one held back just because our mothers were there.

I was first in line, and Lottie went straight for my chest, teasing my nipples with her fingertips. I stood very still, letting her feel me up. When she got to my pussy, I moved my legs further apart for Lottie, letting her know without words how much I wanted this.

Mum already had that glazed look on her face, the one she always just had before her clothes started to come off. Nicole’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes hungry. That’s when I knew for sure that she wanted the same thing that Mum did — to strip off completely and join in the game.

Then my sister was touching me, her finger sliding up and down between my pussy lips. She leaned in close, and a whimper escaped me when Lilly’s lips brushed my neck.

“Oh, my,” said Nicole, pressing her thighs together.

Much to my delight, when Lottie got to the end she turned around and went back along the row behind us, fondling our bums. We’d all relaxed by then, and were giggling and purring with pleasure as our newest monsters continued to run their hands all over our bodies. When they were done, we stood there grinning at each other, waiting for something to happen.

“So, er, is that the end of the game?” asked Nicole.

“Pretty much,” I said. “Lottie and Lilly were the winners, so they both get a prize.”

“And what might that be?” my mother asked.

“They get to kiss everyone,” I said, then I had a dead brilliant idea. Smiling at Mum and Nicole, I added, “And ‘cause you’re both here in the room with us, that means they can kiss you, too.”

“Well, if those are the rules, then I suppose we’ll have to let the winners have their prize,” Nicole said. The look in her eyes was something to see.

I was still first in the line, so Lottie came up to me and took me in her arms, pressing her beautiful naked body against mine, then we came together in a kiss that got hot right away. It was passionate, our tongues exploring every bit as much as our hands. When she broke off and moved over to Mia, I saw Mum shifting in her seat, so desperately aroused that she couldn’t sit still.

When Lilly approached me, I gave her the sexiest kiss I could — sliding my hands down to cup her adorable little bum, even letting my fingers glide through the crack of her arse. I was playing up to our audience, wanting Nicole to see my sister and me making love. Is this getting her hot? I wondered

“My God, Heather,” I heard Nicole whisper. “Your girls… they’re so fucking sexy.”

When they got to the end of the run we all watched intently as the two youngest, Evie and Lilly, each just seven, kissed like lovers in front of everyone. I swear, Mum looked like she was going to cry. It was sexy as hell, but so, so romantic at the same time.

Mum and Nicole were still sitting on the sofa, so Lottie simply plonked herself in her mother’s lap, then kissed her right on the mouth. I stared at them, my heart pounding like mad as Nicole responded, her tongue darting between Lottie’s lips. She ran a hand up and down her daughter’s thigh, then reached up to cup the girl’s breasts while they continued to kiss.

Finally breaking away, Lottie gave her mum a big smile and a peck on the cheek before getting up and straddling my mother’s thighs, bending down to kiss her the exact same way. Mum got into kissing Lottie in a big way, wrapping both arms around her back, then sliding them down to touch her bum.

While that was happening, Lilly approached Nicole, then stopped. I guess she must’ve been a little shy about kissing a grownup, even though it was her best friend’s mum. But Nicole just smiled, patted her lap, and said, “Come on, Lilly… it’s my turn.”

Suddenly grinning, Lilly scrambled into Nicole’s arms, then they were sharing a passionate kiss. That made me warm all over, watching my girlfriend’s mum make out with my naked little sister. Nicole was touching her all over, too — even between her legs, sliding a finger up and down through Lilly’s pussy.

When they finally parted, me and the rest of the girls were restless and very excited, waiting for something more to happen. Nicole and Mum shared a look, then a nod, and Mum said, “Girls, gather round. We need to have a quick chat.”

Kids aren’t dumb. Right away we all knew that whatever this was, it was a big deal. We crowded around the sofa with Lilly and Evie on their mums’ laps.

Mum glanced at Nicole, who took a deep breath and said, “Girls, Heather and I have discovered that both our families are sexually intimate with each other.”

Even I was stunned at her frank approach. Okay, so I think we’d all pretty much worked it out by then, but saying it out loud like that took real nerve. After letting it sink in for a few seconds, Mum turned to Lottie. “My daughters and I have only been having sex for the last few weeks, really, but your family has been doing it for a lot longer, haven’t you?”

I could see what Mum was doing, bringing us kids into the conversation. Lottie nodded and said, “Mum and I first had sex on my ninth birthday. So that’s what, six years or so?”

“I had sex with Mum, then Lottie and Evie, early this year. Guess I waited a bit,” said Mia.

Nicole spoke up. “Sex is open and free in our house, and this little devil here…” Evie squirmed and giggled in her mother’s lap as Nicole tickled her ribs, “…has been having orgasms since she was five, but she started masturbating even earlier. There was no pressure, though. Mia took her time and joined us when she was ready. She’s always been very independent.”

“That’s wonderful!” I said, taking Mia’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “You make it sound so natural.”

“That’s exactly right,” said Nicole. “To us it just came naturally, and it’s now part of our everyday lives. We all know what the outside world thinks of what we do, though.” Mum was nodding her agreement. “We can have all the fun we like, but it must be kept a secret, only shared with special friends.”

“Have you got other special friends?” I asked Nicole.

“We did have, a while back. Her name was Celeste, she was a French au pair who stayed with us for eighteen months. She’s around twenty-one now, and had the loveliest dark eyes,” Nicole said, a wistful look in her eyes. “I came close with another girlfriend once, but it never happened.”

“Celeste was so nice… I’d love to see her again,” Lottie said, with Mia and Evie nodding in agreement. “Can I ask how you guys first got started?” she added, gazing at Mum.

“Would you like to tell them, sweetie?” Mum said to me. I noticed that she had a hand between Lilly’s legs and was gently stroking her sex. Lilly looked very content as she leaned back into Mum, resting a hand on her breast.

I happily told Nicole and her daughters everything that had happened in the last month or so since that first game of Monsters with Mum, when I rubbed myself off on her leg. I went into as much detail as I could, then Lilly told her part. It got me really hot, hearing her talk about that first time with Mum.

Nicole looked particularly interested when I told them about having sex with Henri and her mother Kiki. “Henri, your mum sounds wonderful,” she said, “and I’m looking forward to meeting her. When did the two of you start having sex?”

“Um, I was four. Mum said she got very aroused when she breastfed me.”

Mum and Nicole were both nodding at that. “Oh, I know I did… with both my girls,” said Mum.

Henri continued. “I guess that as a baby, I figured out right away that it felt good to touch myself between the legs, ‘cos Mum tells me that I did that all the time, and she never tried to make me stop. But then, when I was three, I started touching her down there!”

That shook me and then some.

I like to think it’s ‘cos I loved my mum so much that I wanted  to make her happy the best way I knew how.” She grinned. “Mum says I went straight from breast to pussy! At first, she tried to stop me playing with her like that — she’d just move my hand away. But I wouldn’t quit, so Mum went the other direction and let me touch her however I wanted. She thought I’d get bored and go play with toys, but instead, it became my favorite game — especially after I learned how to make her come!”

Mum’s eyes were huge as she took in Henri’s story. “So you — you were masturbating your mother at four?”

“I was three, actually, the first time I got her off. God, I still remember how excited I was when I put my fingers inside her pussy — so hot and juicy! It took Mum a while to admit how much she enjoyed it, though… and even longer to figure out that she wanted to make love to me. Finally, when I was four, she sat me down and explained about sex. She told me we could do it with each other, but it was a big secret and I couldn’t tell anyone.” She smiled at each of us in turn. “Sex with Mum is all I know, really… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Henri had us all completely engrossed, enough so that we all ended up just hanging out and chatting about sex for a long while. Lottie and Henri cuddled up on the other sofa and Mia and I put a comforter down on the floor and snuggled together on top of it. We even shared a few hot, sexy kisses right in front of everyone.

One thing I’d noticed before is that once you have sex with an adult, they tend to treat you like an adult, too. Mum, Kiki and now Nicole never talked down to us or hid the truth, and whatever questions we asked, they gave us honest answers. It felt like we were all equals in some sort of special club. Mum demonstrated this perfectly when she told Nicole, “Mmmm, I have an incredible urge to take you upstairs and ravish every inch of your body,” then kissed her passionately while we watched.

Nicole turned to us, her cheeks slightly flushed, which I thought was dead cute. “Would you kids mind if we disappeared upstairs for a bit? I’m sure we’ll be back down later.”

Cries of ‘No problem’ and ‘Go for it!’ rang out across the room.

As they were leaving, Evie called out, “Um, just checking… can we have sex as well, then?”

Everyone laughed, then Nicole said, “Yes, darling, you can… so long as the other person wants to. Okay?”

Evie nodded, then stood up and turned to Lilly. “Um, can we go up to your room… y’know, just us?”

Lilly jumped up and grabbed Evie’s hand, “Yeah, come on!” The two ran hurtling upstairs, all giggles.

“Have fun, girls,” said Nicole as she and Mum turned and climbed the stairs behind Evie and Lilly.

“Oh we will,” said Lottie, who immediately planted a big kiss on Henri’s lips.

With the sofa now empty, I got on and stretched out. Instead of lying next to me Mia climbed on top of me. It was perfect bliss, feeling her nude body on mine and my leg nestled between hers.

We kissed and cuddled for a bit, then she sighed. “I’m sorry that I lied to you, Poppy.”

“Lied about what?” I asked. I looked over and saw Henri and Lottie getting very hot and heavy. Each had a hand between the legs of the other, and they were kissing like mad. There was no way they were paying any attention to us.

“That day we first fooled around, you asked me about if I’d ever kissed anyone and stuff… and I pretended that I hadn’t, that I didn’t know anything about sex. And you were so sweet, I could see you were holding back for my sake. I feel really bad about that now.” There was such genuine sorrow in her voice that it made me want to cry. I had to make this right between us.

“Oh, Mia, don’t be silly, I love you, I could never hate you,” I kissed her to make my point, then added, “You were keeping your family secret, that’s a good thing. And anyway, I did the same, sort of, I never told you about what I was doing with Mum and Lilly. It’s okay now, ‘cos it’s all out in the open. That’s good, isn’t it?”

Mia nodded, in a happy mood again. “Yeah, it does feel great. Thanks, y’know, for being so nice to me. Oh, and I love you, too.”

We kissed again, it got really intense and the rest of the world fell away. I’m sure Henri and Lottie were fucking up a storm nearby, but right then there was nothing but Mia on my mind. I was sucking on her tongue while her naughty fingers were finding their way between my legs.

I had one arm trapped under Mia that was falling asleep, and when I tried to move it she got on her knees. “Let’s try this,” she said. “It’s something Lottie taught me.”

When she grabbed my leg and lifted it up, I knew what was coming. She used two fingers to spread her lips and expose her clit. “Here, do what I’m doing,” she said.

I parted my folds and angled my hips up a little. She placed herself just right then pressed her pussy into mine. When our juicy cunts made contact, I closed my eyes and blurted out, “Oh, god yes. Fuck me!”

Then I heard Lottie call, “Go for it, sis!”

When I looked across the room, she was on top of Henri in a sixty-nine. Her breasts were hanging beneath her and swinging in a way that I found downright hypnotic. But my attention was snapped back to Mia when she brushed my clit with hers, “Ooooh, yes, right there,” I cried.

“Huh… huh… m-me too!” she stammered back, breathing heavily.

Now that she’d found my sweet spot, Mia ground her sex into mine, then began to move her hips back and forth — slowly at first. She reached out and I grasped her hand in mine for support as she quickened the pace. We were a slippery, sweaty mess within seconds. I was panting and moaning and could feel my orgasm coming fast and hard, like a runaway train.

“Poppy,” Mia gasped, “I… I’m s-so close… fuck, I’m gonna c-come soon…”

“Me too! H-hold on — let’s do it t-together…”

Seconds later, Mia and I both came at the same time. As always seemed to happen with a big orgasm like this one, I went way off somewhere in my head. It’s this weird contrast of the intense pleasure in my body with the calm, dreamy place in my head that I love so much. I was a limp, sweaty, very blissful mess.

Red-faced and exhausted, Mia collapsed on top of me, burying her face in the hollow of my neck. I held her close and lay there drifting in and out of a delicious haze — another part of sex that I loved.

“I love you,” Mia whispered, her lips lightly grazing my skin.

I kissed her forehead. “I love you, too.”

I don’t think I’d ever been more content than I was right then, sharing tender kisses with my girlfriend.

Once we’d caught our breath, those tender kisses grew increasingly steamy until I finally told Mia, “I want to taste your pussy,” and moved between her legs.

After that, I lost track of time completely, not even certain of how many orgasms I’d had. Mia and I fucked, made love and made out on that sofa until we were exhausted, then started all over again.

I was feeling something for Mia that I’d not experienced before, a deep connection that I couldn’t quite find the words for. Is this what true love feels like? I wondered. Whatever it was, neither of us could get enough. Finally, we were completely spent and settled down for a cuddle.

At one point my eyes slowly drifted open, only to discover that Lottie and Henri were watching us. Henri was sitting on the sofa, Lottie’s head was in her lap. They were still nude.

“Are you two with us again?” asked Lottie.

“Yeah,” we both said, then giggled, suddenly shy for reasons I can’t explain.

“You two are so good together. The sight of you making love was… it was beautiful,” Henri sighed.

“Fuckin’ hot, too!” Lottie said. “I came at least once, just from watching.”

I was thrilled to hear that. “Really? Wow, thanks! I was looking at you guys, too–”

“Hello girls… how are you?” said Nicole, entering the room with Mum close behind, both naked. I hadn’t noticed until now but it was a lot brighter; someone had switched a lamp on and I hadn’t even realised.

“We’re really good, thanks,” said Henri.

Mia and I sat up to make room for her mum, while my mother sat down on the other sofa with Henri and Lottie, lifting Lottie’s legs and lying them across her lap, then stroking them up and down.

It was the first time I’d seen Nicole in the nude. Like her children, she had long, light brown hair with a slight natural curl. She had pale white skin that bore the signs of childbirth, a few stretch marks on her tummy. Her breasts were a full medium size with large erect nipples. Nicole also had a largish brown bush. It was trimmed and neat but bigger and thicker than I’d seen on a woman before. Her body was still firm, and it was clear that she worked out. I was already attracted to her with clothes on, so when she was naked, you could multiply that attraction by ten.

As the others chatted, I thought about pubic hair. Mum had what they call a landing strip, and Lottie did too, only hers was smaller and shorter. Henri was shaved smooth, and Mia had no pubes to speak of yet. I’d grown a sprinkling of soft down on my mound, and was still trying to decide If I would let it grow, trim it or shave it smooth. There were good examples of all these styles in the room for me to see. Still, I didn’t have to make up my mind anytime soon, so I decided to put the problem to one side.

Mia whispered something in my ear that I didn’t quite catch.

“Sorry, say that again?”

“I said: shall we go upstairs and be on our own?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I sat up on the sofa. “Um, Mum, I know it’s early, but I think Mia and I will be going to bed now. We want to be alone with each other, if that’s okay?”

“Aw, bless me, you two are adorable. Of course it’s okay, sweetie.” She looked down at Henri and Lottie. “And instead of staying down here on the sofa tonight, you two can share Lilly’s bed.”

“Wait — where will Lilly sleep then?” I asked.

Mum grinned, “Lilly and Evie will be spending the night with Nicole and me.” That got everyone’s attention.

“Oooooh, two little ones to keep you warm!” Lottie exclaimed.

“Aw, don’t tease them… I think it’s sweet,” said Henri. “So, Lottie, since we’ve been upgraded to an actual bed, what say we go upstairs and make use of it?”

Lottie grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

So just like that, we all turned in at the same time. Mum was last, locking up the house as she went. Lilly and Evie were still upstairs, sitting naked on Lilly’s bed and chatting.

It was Nicole who told the two little ones, “Girls, we’re going to bed now. Want to spend the night with us?”

Lilly and Evie couldn’t say yes fast enough. Dashing past us into Mum’s room, the girls hurled themselves on the bed, bouncing in place. There they were — two of the cutest seven-year-olds you’ll ever see, both brimming with excitement, knowing they would soon be having sexy fun with their mums. Henri was right, it was sweet.

Mia and I went to my room and sat on the bed. We talked for ages about loads of random stuff. After a while I ran downstairs and grabbed some cupcakes and juice and we had a midnight snack. It was the most wonderful girly sleepover ever, only we were naked and had fucked each other silly.

We spoke about what it would be like at school if everyone knew we were girlfriends. Obviously there was no way we could go public about the sexual relationship we have with our families, but there was no real reason why Mia and I couldn’t come out as a couple. We covered a lot of LGBTQ stuff in sex-ed class, and officially our school has a very positive attitude about lesbianism, at least they’re supposed to. But terms like ‘lezzer’ and ‘dyke’ are thrown about a lot, and some kids who are labelled as gay get a hard time for it. I didn’t fancy that much.

As much as we wanted to flaunt our newfound love and tell the bullies to get stuffed, we thought that might draw attention to us — which isn’t such a good thing when you’re also having sex with your mum and seven-year-old sister. “It’s best to keep this under the radar,”  Mia said. When I asked her what on earth that meant, she told me it’s something her mum says, and it means to keep something secret.

Some time in the early hours of the morning, we turned the lights out, cuddled up and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Everyone else was probably having more sex while we were talking, but I wouldn’t have swapped my evening with Mia for the world. It was, like her, absolutely perfect.

On to Chapter Twelve!

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

I never gave any thought to bondage or kink.  I’ve always been a standard-issue, lick-and-trib sort of lesbian. It took my lover’s ten-year-old daughter to introduce me to the joy of watching a pretty girl struggle against her restraints.

It isn’t as surprising as it might seem. Children have more active imaginations than the rest of us — the girls no less than the boys. Half the time, when you think they’re inhabiting the same reality as you, they are, in their heads, miles or centuries away. A little girl sitting at the dinner table might truly be a princess holding court. Gazing absently out the window, she might be looking down at the earth from an orbiting space station.

Or, lying in her bedroom, she might be the prisoner of a gang of cruel and ruthless pirates.

Carolyn and I had been living together for a month or so, sharing a two-bedroom apartment while I finished my degree and she saved up for the down payment on a house. Missy seemed delighted with the arrangement. Her dad was out of the picture, and she saw nothing remarkable in the fact that he’d been replaced by a woman. Her mom had already brought home a few other special friends before she plucked me out of class for some late-night student-teacher conferencing. (There was a lot of talk about my oral exams.)

Once we became a family, Missy appointed me her big sister. We bonded like glue, because I’m still as much of a kid as she is. Certainly, I’m closer to her age than I am to her mother’s. Carolyn turned 40 this year, so until somebody’s next birthday, she’s exactly twice as old as I am, and I’m twice as old as Missy, which isn’t as great a distance.

Missy’s a lovely child, with a shapelier body than you would expect for a ten-year-old. Nothing up top, naturally, but she’s got noticeable hips, strong thighs, and a sweet peach of a bottom. Her hair is a deep reddish-brown, and she wears it short, because she knows, I’m sure, the style draws more attention to her big brown eyes.

One evening, I remember, before we moved in together, Carolyn and I went to a talent show at Missy’s grade school. Missy, who had no desire to perform, had volunteered as an usher. She was dressed all in black — a lacy, see-through peasant blouse over a long-sleeved leotard, tights, and shiny, round-toed shoes — set off with a pink satin kerchief around her neck. Carolyn had also let her wear a bit of blush and lip gloss for the occasion.

I mention all this only because when she handed me my program, looking me in the eye with her glittering grin, it put a slight but unmistakable twinge in my clit. It might have been the outfit, or it might have been the attitude, but I had never seen such a sexy little girl.

Sexiness, in a child, is all very innocent, nothing more than the pleasure she takes in the way she looks and feels. There’s an element of make-believe about it, of playing dress-up.

At least, that’s what the adults charged with their well-being would prefer to think. But even in kids, make-believe can hook off in another direction entirely. I’d forgotten that lesson, if I ever knew it, until one afternoon when I came home from school early.

My two-thirty class had been canceled. Carolyn still had another hour to teach, followed by some faculty meeting or other, and she told me not to wait for her. I was looking forward to a snack and a hot shower. Missy would already be home, and I was thinking we could surprise her mom by having her dinner ready when she finally got back.

Our apartment opens directly onto a courtyard. I came up the walk and climbed the front stoop, books in hand, and found that the door wasn’t quite closed. Okay, I thought, Missy might have let it slam and forgotten about it. Her shoes and books were just inside, on the mat in the entryway, but the little living room was empty.

I locked the door behind me.

“Missy?” I called.

There was no answer. I peeped around the corner, where the bedroom doors face each other across the bathroom. Our door was open. Hers was shut. I knocked quietly.

“Squirt, you alive in there?”

Still no answer. Just a sudden, violent creaking on the bed.

Now, Carolyn and I respect Missy’s privacy. We would never just barge into her room. If Missy had said “yeah” or “okay”, or “be out in a sec,” I would have left her in peace and headed for the kitchen. But the weird noise alarmed me. If anything was wrong, and I didn’t help because of some rule of household etiquette, I would never have forgiven myself.

Before any of these thoughts were clear in my mind, my hand was on the handle and the door was swinging open.

At once, I knew I had been right to check — and I was sorry I did.

“My God! What happened?”

I sprang toward the bed.

Time slowed to a crawl, the way it does during a catastrophe. I can recall each piece of information as it presented itself, in order of perception. First, there were Missy’s eyes, burning hot and gaping at me in terror. Then there was that pink kerchief — the same one she’d worn at the talent show — stretched taut across her open mouth and tied in a great knot behind her neck. Next, there were her feet, raised behind her, and her arms, pulled back at a painful angle, as though they’d been wrenched from their sockets, and her ankles and wrists bound together in a beehive-shaped ball of brown twine.

And then I saw that, except for the pink gag and the tangled cords, she was naked. Her bare back was curved like an archer’s bow, lifting her tiny pink nipples an inch off the bedspread.

“It’s all right,” I said. “It’s all right. I’m here. I’m here.”

I started picking at the knot in the scarf. Missy tried to talk through the gag, but all I heard was a cascade of broken, muffled syllables.

“Shhh. Shhh. I’ll have you out in a second, and we’ll call the police,” I said. “Are you hurt? Did they — oh, no.”

I couldn’t finish. I didn’t have the courage to ask what I thought — what I knew — they had done to her. Whoever they were.

The damned knot would not budge, and only seemed to get tighter as my panic set in. I tried tearing the gag from her mouth, but even that was hard, because the scarf was packed in solid, stretching her lips into a hideous grimace.

Finally, I managed to work it halfway down her chin, and the first thing she said was, “Don’t tell Mom!”

“What?”

“Don’t tell! Please!”

“Of course we’re going to tell Mom,” I said. “She has to know. And we have to call the police—”

“No!” she said.

“Wait. I’ll get you out, and we’ll talk.”

I went to free her hands and feet.

“Don’t tell anybody!”

I thought she had the presence of mind to worry about what the authorities would do to me and her mother. We had neglected her. We let her stay home alone after school, and she had been attacked. They were going to take her from us. Somehow Missy knew what would happen.

“I was playing!” she said.

Playing. The word hardly registered, but then it dawned on me, in the same slow, piecemeal way that I’d taken in the rest of the scene, that something didn’t make sense. Missy’s wrists, I saw at last, were bound with nothing but slip knots, and the line that held them together was wrapped just twice around her feet. I was able to free her hands in a few seconds.

If I hadn’t come to the rescue so fast, Missy could have done it herself.

“Missy,” I said, “did you do this?”

“I was playing,” she repeated, like that somehow explained everything.

“Playing? Playing what?”

“Pirates.”

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Don’t tell!”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

“Promise!”

“I promise. But … Jesus!”

My clitty was tingling again, the way it had at the talent show, only much more insistently. I forgot about alerting 911 and focused on the spectacle in front of me. There was one detail I’d missed in all the turmoil: Missy had a piece of cord around her waist. And I recognized it now — it was the heavy, 3/8-inch packing twine left over from the move. To that, she’d attached another piece, passing it front to back, like a manilla thong. What a creative little girl she was. I could just imagine how the bristles felt, scratching her asshole and her tender pussy while she pretended to struggle.

I mean, I tried very hard to imagine it.

I traced my finger across the small of her back, along the twine belt, and patted her smooth young buns.

“Do you do this a lot?” I asked.

“Not a lot.”

“But why, uh … why with no clothes on?” I asked.

“They stole them.”

“Who did?”

“The pirates.”

“Oh, I see. So if you get loose, you still can’t run away.”

“Right!”

The rope between her legs told me there was more to it than that, but this was the scenario she was working with.

I held up the line that had bound her wrists.

“But look at this,” I said. “You could have gotten out so easily. It’s like the pirates only wanted to see if you were desperate enough to run away naked.”

Missy had brought the ball of unused twine into the room with her. It was lying on the floor on the far side of the bed, along with a pair of scissors. I cut two pieces, each one much longer than the one she’d used.

“Put your hands behind your back again,” I said.

She obeyed without a murmur. I couldn’t see her full face from where I was sitting, but she might have been grinning.

I haven’t been sailing since I was a girl, when I took lessons at summer camp, but I remember how to tie a bowline and a sheepshank. This situation, I quickly decided, called for a pair of anchor bends. I fashioned one around each wrist, five loops each, and drew them together with a pair of square knots. Then I took the leftover strands and, raising her feet again, threaded them through the coils around her ankles.

Finally, just because I liked the way it looked, I cut a third cord and wrapped it three times around her legs, above the knees.

Now she was hog-tied for real.

“There,” I said. “Let’s see you get out of that.”

She did try, pulling from her shoulders, but all that did was bend her knees more. Then she tried straightening her legs, and all that did was stretch her arms. The effort made her wince.

“Too tight?” I said.

“A little,” she said.

“Too bad.”

I stuffed the scarf back into her mouth.

“Muh-fuh, ickllig, fugglick,” she said, or words to that effect.

“Go on,” I said. “Can’t get away now, can you?”

“Eh-ee-ow! Eh-ee-ow!”

“Oh, no one’s going to help you. There’s no escape. Mwah-ha-ha!”

Her fingers waved helplessly, feeling for knots that were always just out of reach. She squirmed. She clenched her adorable butt. She rolled from one side to the other, straining with all her might. Nothing worked. Nothing gave. Her breathing grew labored, until she blew one last, frustrated gust of air and lay still.

“I should leave you like this till your mom gets home,” I said.

That brought forth a squeal of genuine terror, muffled by the gag, of course, and another fit of frantic squirming.

“Eeesh! Eeesh!” she said, which I took to mean, Please! Please!

“She needs to see what a little perv her daughter is.”

“Ah ee goo! Ah ee goo!”

“You’ll be good? It’s too late for that. You’re my prisoner.”

“’Oh! ’Ooooh!”

“Yes! Yeeees!”

You might be wondering, at this point, the effect Missy’s predicament — real or not — was having on me. At some point during our little melodrama, I’d begun pinching my nipples through my bra. They were hard as stone, and my panties were getting soggy in the crotch.

“Getting warm in here,” I said, kind of lamely.

I stood at the foot of the bed and stripped. Missy lay still and watched, her eyes getting wider as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor. It felt good to get out of my bra. I have big D-cup boobs that Carolyn loves to suck on, and all the straps and underwiring had become oppressive.

It felt even better to get out of my panties. It was like stepping out of a wet bikini bottom, except for the thick smell of pussy that suddenly filled the air.

One hand shot down there instantly, while the other cupped one breast and raised it toward my mouth. My tongue could just touch the nipple — it was tantalizing, but I was really doing it for Missy’s benefit.

“Think you’ll ever be able to do this?” I said. “Lick your own tits? Ever see a girl—oh … fuck.”

The hand in my cunt had taken on a life of its own, beating the sloppy hole with two fingers. Normally, when I come so fast, it’s a small one, but this —

Poor Missy must have thought I’d gone insane, bent over with my knees buckling, my ass out, my tits shaking, my face screwed up like a gargoyle’s. But she seemed to love the show. She strained to keep her head up, never taking her eyes off me.

“Do you play with yourself?” I asked, just to catch my breath.

She said something through the gag, but I was suddenly distracted by her feet — the wrinkly arches, the toe-pads like rows of bleached pebbles — hovering in the air.

“Here, I’m being selfish,” I said.

I climbed on the bed, and, kneeling over her, kissed the deep curves of her arches. She spread her toes and whimpered.

“Tickle?” I said.

“Uh uh! Uh uh!” she moaned.

“No?” I said. “How about this?”

I drew my fingernails along the length of each foot. This time, the giggle was unmistakable.

“There it is,” I said.

She tried to make it hard for me, rocking and twisting, but the more she resisted, the more ticklish she got.

She shrieked and thrashed about, which only brought out the sadist in me. I was merciless, moving from her feet to her tummy, which lay open like a valley of virgin snow.

“Are you going to be good?” I teased her. “Are you going to try to get away?”

She was on her side, helpless and exposed, with the twine digging deeper into her baby-pink slit. I laid off the tickle torture and, twisting the line around my hand, gave it a long, steady pull.

Missy stopped squirming. She closed her tear-filled eyes, and for a long, silent moment her whole being seemed to turn inward. She arched her back so hard I thought it would snap, pushing out her ribs as her cunt clamped down on the stiffened roughness between her legs. Her pussy lips closed around the line like a tiny white fist.

I couldn’t make myself come until I was twelve, but then again, pirates never ran a rope through my twat.

“Wow, sweetie,” I said. “Feels good, huh?”

Gradually, her body relaxed, and, just as gradually, I loosened my grip on the twine.

“Wha wush AHH!” she said. It sounded like a question.

“Hold on a second,” I said.

The knot in the scarf no longer presented any difficulty.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“I said, what was that?” she said.

“I’m pretty sure you had an orgasm.”

“I never felt anything like it.”

“Then definitely, you did.”

“Let me loose,” she said.

“Starting to hurt?”

“A little.”

I went to work undoing the knots I had tied so meticulously.

“Did you have an organs, too?” she asked me.

“Orgasm,” I corrected her.

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t you tell? Of course you couldn’t. You’re ten.”

“So did you?”

“God, yes.”

“Whattsa matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. Orgasms are wonderful. As women, we must reclaim our sexuality.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. — There, you’re free.”

The last knot had separated. I left her to unravel herself while I went to pick up my clothes.

“And we’re not gonna tell, right?” she asked.

“I’d just as soon forget the whole thing.”

“Whattsa matter?” she repeated.

“Nothing,” I repeated back. “Oh, look at the time.”

Missy joined me in the shower, which she did sometimes, except now it felt illicit somehow. By a small miracle, we had spaghetti and salad ready for Carolyn when she walked in the door.

Missy wore one of my school sweatshirts at the table. The sleeves came down over her fingers, which hid the rope burns on her wrists.

***

We didn’t talk about our adventure in the pirates’ den, though I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had sex with Carolyn a couple of times, and it was good, it was okay, really, but I was distracted, and she knew it. She was never anything but patient, assuring me over and over that whatever was wrong, we could work through it. But what could I tell her?

And I was scared to death Missy would let something slip. She was as bright and chatty as ever, but I had let things get out of hand, and that had to weigh on her as much as it weighed on me. I kept wondering if I should bring it up, do the whole concerned-big-sister routine, sit her down for a heart-to-heart and tell her that what we had done was a natural act of curiosity and it’s okay to experiment sometimes and touching yourself is healthy and nothing to be ashamed of but she’s still a little kid and I’m in love with her mom and blah blah blah.

You might say I was knotted up inside.

After I’d been sullen and moody for a week, Carolyn left for her usual Thursday evening class, which meant leaving me to watch Missy. I was on the love seat in the living room with my books on the coffee table and my orange Hi-Liter in my hand. Missy sat beside me, already dressed for bed in her flannel nightie and her big yellow Tweety Bird slippers. She liked to snuggle with me when I studied, but tonight, it made me irritable.

“Come on, squirt, I’ve got to concentrate. You can stick around, but—”

“Let her study, sweetie,” Carolyn said as she came out of the bedroom.

She stepped behind the sofa, and I tilted my head back for an upside-down kiss. It was awkward, but she managed to slip in a bit of tongue. The easiest thing was to reciprocate, even if my heart wasn’t in it.

“Oh!” she said. “Keep the motor running till I get back.”

“For sure,” I said.

She gave Missy an over-the-shoulder kiss as well — without the tongue, of course.

“Be good,” she said. “In bed by nine-thirty. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too,” Carolyn said to me.

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been such an almighty bee-otch.”

“For a body like yours, I can forgive anything,” she said. “We’ll talk.”

No, we wouldn’t.

I didn’t hear the door lock. I guess Carolyn figured one of us would do it. Missy and I, left alone on the love seat, looked at each other. She knew what I was thinking, and I knew what she was thinking, and we both knew the other knew. Our family was in tatters, and it was my fault.

“Don’t you have homework?” I asked.

“Did it.”

“Of course you did. Well, I’d like to get through some of this.”

“It’s okay,” she said, but she didn’t sound any more sincere than I had with Carolyn. She got up and went to her room.

I read the same paragraph a dozen times and had no idea what I was supposed to get out of it. My pussy was aching, and just running to the bedroom and jilling off wasn’t going to help. It was going to be a long night, followed by sex I didn’t want to avoid a conversation I wanted even less.

Then the voice came from behind.

“Hey,” Missy called, “can you help me with something?”

“Squirt, I’m busy,” I said.

“Please?”

I looked over my shoulder, and life took on a whole new meaning.

Ten-year-old Missy was standing in her bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but those ridiculous slippers. Her left hand was raised above her head, propped against the door jamb, and from that hand, a single strand of 3/8-inch twine hung in spirals to the floor.

“Come on,” she said. “Tie me up.”

“Missy—”

“I’ll run away if you don’t.”

“Like that? You wouldn’t dare.”

Wrong thing to say. Challenge delivered, challenge accepted. Missy bolted for the front door. She actually got it open and was halfway down the walk, stark naked, before I caught up and snatched her around the waist.

“No you don’t!” I said.

“Let me go! Help! Heeeeelp!”

“Quiet!”

I clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her back inside, wriggling and clawing like a feral cat.

What can you do with such a little hell-raiser? I’m new to this, but I’ve found an effective means of discipline is to tape over her smart mouth, lash her, spread-eagled, to her bed, and give her kitty a thorough tongue-scrubbing. She makes some noise while I’m down there, but the calm, when it finally arrives, is profound.

Then I can take my time and get myself off, straddling her and humping her wherever I feel like it. She knows she has to lie still and take it. Any trouble, and the tickling starts.

Or it might start anyway.

The prisoner is now temporarily subdued. I can get back to studying for twenty minutes or so before she starts writhing and whining again, and the process has to be repeated.

But Mom won’t be home for hours, and my knots are good and tight. The little prisoner is going to learn to behave. Yes, she is.

The End

by BlueJean

My two daughters stood there in the doorway of my bedroom as I lay spreadeagled on the bed with my knickers stretched around my knees, my t-shirt pulled up.

Millie stared between my legs with her mouth open. Freya looked down at the carpet and fidgeted uncomfortably.

Bee leaped onto the bed and attacked me with licks and nibbles as if she hadn’t seen me for months.

I managed to pull my panties up as the puppy wrapped herself around my neck and nuzzled my ears. “Bee, no! Naughty!” I squealed, trying to detach her. “Take her downstairs, Millie, she’s putting dirty pawprints on my sheets!”

“Why were your pants pulled down?” Millie asked.

“Never mind that! Just take her downstairs, please!” I said.

“Bee! Biscuits! Biscuits!” Millie hollered, clapping her hands, and the excited puppy dove off the bed and followed her downstairs.

Freya sat on the end of my bed as I pulled my t-shirt down and tried to compose myself.

“I’ll have to change the sheets now,” I said breathlessly and climbed off my bed to put my linen trousers back on.

“I know what you were doing,” Freya said in a quiet voice, a little smirk in one corner of her mouth.

“Oh, do you now?” I said, buttoning up my trousers.

She nodded and went a bit red-faced.

I sat on the bed next to her. “And what is it you think I was doing?”

She looked me in the eye defiantly. “Touching yourself.”

“Touching myself?”

“Yeah.”

“And how would you know about that?” I asked her, smiling.

Freya just shrugged.

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” I coaxed her.

“I do it too,” she said and exhaled an embarrassed snigger through her nose.

“Oh, okay,” I said, matter-of-factly. “It’s pretty normal to start being interested in that kind of thing at your age.”

“It makes me feel… tingly.”

“Tingly, huh?”

“Yeah. Does it make you feel tingly too?”

I chuckled. “I guess it does,” I said as I gently stroked her cheek. “Is that why you’ve been showing your private bits lately? Because it makes you feel tingly?”

“I dunno,” Freya said, colour reaching her cheeks again.

“Okay,” I said and got up to slip my shoes on. “Well, that’s normal too, but you need to be careful who’s watching when you do it.”

“‘Kay,” Freya said and made to leave my room.

“Oh, Freya?” I called after her.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a favour?”

“What?”

“When you’ve finished with my knickers, can you put them back in the washing bin, please?”

Freya stood there looking mortified, and I thought she might cry. “I didn’t take them,” she mumbled.

“I don’t mind if you borrow them,” I told her as casually as I could. “Everything you’re doing and feeling is completely normal. You’re not the first kid to borrow their mum’s panties, okay?”

My daughter stared down at her feet, a scowl on her face.

“Okay?” I repeated.

“Yeah, okay,” she replied grumpily.

“It’s just, if you keep taking my knickers I won’t have any left to wear, so pop them back in the laundry when you’re done with them.”

Freya stormed off downstairs like her world was about to end.

***

Mum says that when the bees cap their honeycombs with wax, it’s time to start harvesting the honey.

I wasn’t too keen on helping to collect the honeycombs. I don’t like it when all the bees start flying around too much, but my sister loves helping Mum. She looks really funny in her little beekeeping suit too.

I stood near the orchard gate and watched as Mum lifted the bars of honeycomb out of each hive and handed them to Millie, who put them in a wheelbarrow, gently brushing the bees off, then covering them over with a cloth.

Mum said it was amazing that she didn’t need to use her smoker to calm the bees when Millie was with her. She called my sister her ‘little smoker’ and said that the bees seemed almost friendly when Millie was around them.

Mum didn’t take every single honeycomb, just the ones that had been almost fully capped with wax. The others would be collected in a second and maybe a third harvest.

As my mum continued to carefully pull each bar from the hives, more and more bees swarmed around Millie, settling in clumps on her suit.

Mum stopped what she was doing. “Millie, are you okay?” she asked.

Millie giggled and held her arms out as the bees buzzed around her. “They really like me,” she said.

“They’re not supposed to like you, you’re attacking their home and stealing their honey.”

“It’s okay, Mummy. I told them we built their houses, and now we’re just borrowing a bit of honey in return.”

“That’s a good attitude to have. You’ll make a fine beekeeper,” Mum said, and I felt just a teensy bit jealous.

The next day was my favourite part. Me, my sister, and Mum brought the honeycombs into the kitchen and the three of us used our hands to crush them up, then put them in big buckets on some fine mesh cloth that was stretched over the top so the honey would filter down into the bottom.

Mum told us not to keep licking our hands but we just couldn’t help it and kept popping our sticky fingers into our mouths when she wasn’t looking. It took us quite a while to crush the honeycombs, but it was a lot of fun so we didn’t mind.

“Mummy, I feel sick,” Millie groaned when we had just about finished.

“How much honey did you eat?” Mum asked her.

“Not much.”

“She ate loads,” I said, helpfully.

“You’re not supposed to lick your fingers and then touch the honey. People wouldn’t buy it if they knew.”

“Freya did it too,” Millie said, looking a little pale.

“Yes, I know. Take your gloves off and go and have a lie down for a bit,” Mum told her.

“‘Kay,” my sister groaned, putting her sticky gloves in the sink before shuffling out of the kitchen.

“How many jars of honey will we get from this, Mum?” I asked, crushing the last honeycomb into a bucket.

“About two hundred, I guess,” Mum told me as she put lids on the buckets and put them in the pantry. The honey would take a day or two to filter down completely.

“Will we make much money?”

“Not that much. Not enough to make a living from it anyway, but that’s okay.”

I took my gloves off and hovered around Mum. I wanted to ask her about naughty stuff, but I was a bit embarrassed, not sure if she would tell me off or not. I had been a bit annoyed when she had found out that I had borrowed her knickers, but at least she wasn’t angry about it, which surprised me.

Finally, I plucked up the courage. “Um… I put your knickers back in the washing basket.”

Mum looked a bit embarrassed too. “Oh… thank you.”

“Am I allowed to borrow another pair?”

“Freya!” Mum said, laughing.

“What?! You said you didn’t mind!” She definitely did say that.

“I did, yes, but… you know… you don’t need to…” Mum said, flustered, and then sighed. “Okay. You can borrow another pair if you really want.”

“Thanks,” I said shyly, still feeling embarrassed.

“Is it just the dirty ones you want?” Mum asked me.

I looked down at the kitchen floor and nodded.

Mum stood behind me and rubbed my arms. I liked it when she did that. “Is it the smell you like?” Her voice had gone especially quiet.

I nodded again.

“And you touch yourself down there while you smell them?”

I shrugged. “A bit.”

“A little bit?”

“Yeah.”

“I used to like humping my pillow when I was your age,” Mum half-whispered in my ear.

I looked up at her. “I never tried that.”

“It feels good.”

Mum gently spun me round to face her, putting her hands on my shoulders. “You keep growing up while I’m not looking,” she said, and kissed me on the top of my head.

I smiled, my cheeks still feeling warm.

“I’ll tell you what,” Mum said. She stood back, reached under her summer dress, and pulled her panties off. She held them out to me. “Why don’t you take these? I’ve been wearing them all day, so they should be nice and fragrant.”

I was a bit shocked. I didn’t think mums were supposed to do that sort of thing.

“Um… thanks,” I said as she dropped the still-warm knickers into my hands.

“Don’t you want them? I can put them back on if you prefer,” Mum said, reaching out to take them back.

I snatched them away from her grasp. “No, I want them!”

Mum laughed. “Go take them upstairs, then. And see if your sister’s all right.”

***

What on earth possessed me to do something like that?

The summer heat, perhaps. The hot weather sometimes made me feel randy and a little bit naughty.

But taking off my panties in front of my ten-year-old daughter and giving them to her so she could sniff them? It was unorthodox, to say the least.

Christ, I need to get laid.

Since my husband died of cancer five years ago and the girls and I moved out here to escape the city, there had been no one really, just a couple of one-night stands. I wasn’t ready to commit, didn’t know if I ever would be. And mostly I was okay with that. I was happy with the life I had and didn’t feel the need to go rushing up the aisle again.

But a woman gets lonely sometimes. I just wasn’t sure that directing this sexual frustration towards my little girl was the answer.

***

The next morning, the girls and I took Bee for a nice walk across the fields and through the woods. A low mist hung in the air, which meant it was going to be another hot day. The cooing of wood pigeons and the percussive tapping of woodpeckers echoed through the trees as we strolled along the dirt track that ran through the forest. Bee zoomed around chasing red squirrels, coming back every now and then to make sure we were still there. The three of us were still wearing our pajamas. You can do weird stuff like that when you live in the country.

“Mummy, do wolves live in this forest?” Millie asked me.

“Not anymore, no,” I told her.

“What happened to them?”

“People kept killing them until finally there were none left.”

Millie frowned and looked genuinely upset. “I don’t like people,” she declared.

I gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Neither do I sometimes, but not all people are bad, Pixie.”

“I heard on the internet that they were thinking about letting wolves move back in,” Freya informed us. She was our girl on the ground when it came to all the latest news.

“It’s a nice idea,” I said. “The deer in this country don’t have any natural predators anymore, so reintroducing wolves would keep their numbers down without having to cull them. But honestly, it would never work out.”

“Why not?” Freya asked.

“Because the wolves would attack livestock too, and then people would get angry and try to drive them away or kill them, and we’d be back to square one. Humans don’t change.”

“If they let wolves and bears back into the forest, I’d go and live with them,” Millie said, wearing a faraway look.

“I don’t think I’m ready to let my youngest daughter leave home just yet,” I told her and ruffled her hair.

“Can we visit the big tree?” she asked me.

“The big oak?”

“Yeah, I want to see the tree lady again.”

“I don’t want to,” Freya said, frowning.

“Why not?” Millie asked her sister.

“I don’t like it.”

“It’s just a tree, Freya. You don’t need to be scared of nature,” I told her.

“Freya’s scared of a tree! Freya’s scared of a tree!” chanted Millie as she danced around her sister.

“I’m not scared, you spastic!” Freya shouted and tried to kick her little sister.

“Hey! Don’t call your sister a spastic. And Millie, stop teasing Freya,” I told them. “Let’s go and say hello to that nice old oak, then you’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.”

We called Bee back to us and made our way through the trees to the edge of the forest.

When we emerged from the trees, the sun had established itself in the sky and had burnt away the morning mist. We could see the massive oak off in the distance. We climbed over a stile and used the public footpath that cut through a wheat field. I put Bee on her lead, as I didn’t want her running up to say hello to the combine harvester that was cutting a swathe through the cereal crop on the other side of the field. I put a hand up to the farmer driving the large piece of machinery and he waved back.

It wasn’t long before we had reached the intersection and the ancient oak that guarded it.

“Wow, I’d forgotten how big it was,” I said, looking up at the majestic tree.

“Look Mum, can you see the Dryad?” Freya asked, pointing at an indistinct shape in the massive trunk.

I suppose it was vaguely humanoid if you looked at it from a certain position on the ground. It was a long, lumpy growth, about five feet in length, almost like a root that had decided to grow up the tree instead of down and into the earth.

“How old do you think it is?” Freya asked me.

“At least a thousand years old, by all accounts,” I told her.

I’d heard all kinds of stories about the old oak, some of them more pleasant than others. Apparently, they’d hung a lot of people from this tree during the witch trials, mostly women, but I wasn’t going to tell the girls that. I didn’t want them to be scared of this beautiful old tree, and it wasn’t the oak’s fault that people were so cruel and brutal.

“Millie, what are you doing?” Freya said.

Millie had planted both her hands on the massive tree trunk, her brow was furrowed in deep concentration. She seemed to be trying to listen to something. “How did you know my name?” she said.

“Um… because you’re my sister?” Freya said.

“Millie, are you okay?” I said and put a hand on her shoulder.

That seemed to startle her and she turned round to look at us. “Sorry,” she said and gave me a shy smile.

I could hear a crow cackling at us, up in the canopy of the tree somewhere. Bee whined and hid behind my legs.

“Shall we go and get some breakfast, girls?” I said, and my two pajama-clad imps skipped off in the direction of our cottage.

I looked back at the gnarly old oak. All the things that tree must have seen during its long, long life. I wondered what stories it could tell, if only it could talk.

***

Me and my sister spent the next day helping Mum fill all the jars with honey.

All the old crushed up honeycombs were put into a big container and saved for later when Mum would turn them into beeswax, and then she poured all the honey from the buckets into a bottling tank. I put each jar under the tap on the bottom of the tank and filled them up with honey, and when each one was full and the lid had been put on, Millie put a sticky label on the side that said: NEWTON PURE HONEY.

Newton is our family name, by the way.

Oh, and the honey’s pure because Mum doesn’t pasteurize it. She says it’s better that way.

I really liked watching the honey fill up the jars. It was kind of addictive.

When all the jars were full, we put them in the pantry, ready for selling. Most of them would be sold at the church fête but we always kept a jar or two for ourselves. I liked honey on toast but my sister preferred to drizzle it on her porridge.

We left Mum to put all the crushed honeycombs in big pots to separate the wax from the messy stuff. That wasn’t something we could help with really, so we went upstairs to get changed.

Millie was in our bedroom tickling Bee’s tummy and singing a little song. The song went like this:

There’s a fat little puppy called Bumblebee 
She does little poos and she does little wees
She nibbles everything that she can see
‘Cause that’s what little bumblebees doooo!

She swings off the curtains and the washing line too
She leaves dirty pawprints in the living room
She’ll pinch your socks and your panties too
‘Cause that’s what little bumblebees doooo!

I actually thought it was quite a good song but I couldn’t tell Millie that or she’d sing it to me for the rest of my life.

Bee wriggled around and nibbled Millie’s hand.

“Shall we go and play in the haystack?” I asked my sister.

The haystack was just near our house. It was a big barn where the farmer kept all his bales of hay and we liked to go there and jump around sometimes.

“Okay,” Millie said.

We left Bee with Mum and ran over to the haystack.

The big barn didn’t have any doors, it was just some posts with a roof on top, so it wasn’t dark and scary in there or anything.

Me and my sister pretended we were mountaineers as we climbed up the bales of hay.

“We’re nearly at the top!” I said in a dramatic voice.

“I don’t think I can make it!” shouted Millie, who was just below me. “Both my legs are broken and I’m snowblind!”

Millie did tend to overact a bit, to be honest. I just tried to go with it, though.

“You can do it! Look, can you see the summit?” I said, pointing upwards, trying to encourage her.

“No, ’cause I’m blind,” groaned Millie.

“Oh yeah, sorry… well, keep climbing!”

“I can’t! Go on without me! Tell Mummy I love her!”

“Start climbing, girl! I’m not leaving you behind! Do you hear me?!” I shouted through the howling wind and snow.

“Okay, I’ll try,” Millie said and began pulling herself up the mountainside by her hands.

The blizzard lashed cruelly against our faces as we climbed, stinging our skin and obscuring our vision, even though we had snow goggles on. The summit was no longer visible but I knew it was close. We could still make it. We had to make it!

“My legs are going to fall off!” Millie whined as she dragged herself upwards.

I grabbed hold of her and pulled her up. “There’ll be no legs falling off today, girl! Not on my watch!”

We climbed and climbed and climbed. Higher and higher we went. Several times, the mountain tried to be rid of us, blowing us around like ragdolls and leaving us barely anything to grab hold of.

A polar bear tried to drag Millie off too, which was a bit silly as I was pretty sure polar bears didn’t live up mountains. Anyway, I managed to beat it off with my ice axe.

Finally we made it to the top.

I pitched our tent (which isn’t easy in a snow blizzard, let me tell you) while Millie lay on the ground shivering and moaning. When I had finished, I dragged her inside and made a fire, briefly wondering if having a fire inside a tent was a good idea.

“How are your broken legs?” I asked my sister.

“Not too bad, actually. I think they’re getting better,” she replied, cheerfully.

“Oh. Good.”

“Shall we play a different game?” Millie asked.

“What kind of game?”

Millie sat up and smirked at me. “A rude game.”

It was usually me that started the rude games, but I was glad my sister was taking more of an interest.

“Okay, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” I said and pulled my shorts down.

“Let’s take them right off,” Millie said and took her shorts off. I pulled mine off too.

“Ready?” I said as we sat opposite each other.

“Ready,” Millie giggled and we both pulled our panties to one side.

We stared at each other’s kitties for a while and then Millie said, “Did you see Mummy’s kitty when she had her pants pulled down?”

“Yeah.”

“It was all hairy.”

“I know.”

“And there was wet stuff all over it.”

“I know.”

“What was it?”

“It’s sticky stuff that comes out of women’s kitties. I can make some come out of mine but not much.” I told my sister. It was a big sister’s job to teach her little sister about this kind of thing.

“Will you show me?” Millie asked me.

“Okay, but I have to touch myself first to make it come out. Let’s take our panties off.”

We slipped our knickers off and I leaned back against a hay bale, spreading my legs. I stretched open my kitty and began rubbing it with my fingers. Sometimes I would push my whole middle finger in and out of my kitty hole and it would make little squishy noises.

“I’ll give you a close-up of my kitty while you do that,” Millie told me.

She got up and stood over me, spreading her feet apart. Her kitty was only a few inches away from my face and I could smell it. It wasn’t as strong as Mum’s knickers but it was still really sexy.

“Stretch it open so I can see inside,” I told my sister and she pulled her kitty lips apart. It was all pink inside.

I kept pushing my finger in and out of myself until I started to get sticky and wet down there. “Okay, lay down and I’ll show you my wet stuff,” I said.

Millie lay down and I squatted down over her face and pulled my kitty open for her. “Can you see?”

Millie giggled. “Yeah, it looks all sticky.”

I slid two fingers through my wet lips and held them near my sister’s face, rubbing them together.

“It smells,” Millie told me.

“Is it bad?”

“No, I don’t mind it.”

“Have a closer look, then,” I said and lowered myself down even more so that my kitty was only an inch away from my sister’s face.

Millie went crosseyed and I laughed.

“You rub mine and I’ll rub yours,” Millie said.

I liked that idea, so we lay down and put a hand between each other’s legs.

My sister’s kitty was really puffy and smooth and it was fun to slide my finger through her slit. Her fingers felt really good on me too, better than when I did it to myself, I think.

“It’s really wet,” Millie said as she rubbed her whole hand on me.

I pushed her hand out of the way and fingered myself, making my fingers moist and sticky, then smeared it on her kitty. “There. Now yours is wet too,” I told her and we went back to fondling each other.

“Let’s kiss,” Millie said.

“I thought you didn’t want to?” I said to her. She didn’t seem too keen the last time I asked her for a kiss.

“I do now,” she told me.

We put our mouths together and moved our lips around, trying to copy how they did it on the TV. I wasn’t sure if this was how you did kissing but it felt pretty good.

We stayed there like that for a while, just touching each other up and kissing. It was really fun doing naughty stuff with my sister. I think she enjoyed it too.

Finally, we put our panties and shorts back on and climbed down the haystack. I think I had some straw down my knickers because I was a bit itchy.

***

After a day of bottling honey and separating beeswax, I treated myself to a bottle of rosé after the girls had gone to bed.

It was a lovely evening, the sun not yet absent from the sky but low enough that it created a beautiful orange sunset. I had the french doors opened wide and as I sat curled up on my rattan couch, I could hear swifts flying back and forth from their nests under the eaves, and the distant hum of farm machinery across the barley field as the neighboring farmer made the most of what little light was left of the day.

I had just finished my second glass and was making good progress on a third when I received a Zoom notification on my laptop.

It was Sadie.

I clicked on the app and my friend popped up on the screen.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” Sadie replied. “Such a beautiful evening.”

“Isn’t it? I’m sitting here with the doors open, watching the sun go down with a bottle of wine to keep me company. So good.”

“I have a bottle of wine too but it’s nearly gone. I’m a bit tipsy,” Sadie told me with a smile and put a finger in her mouth in a cute pout.

“Me too. Aren’t we a pair of naughty girls?”

“We deserve it.”

“Yes we bloody well do!” I said and we both laughed.

“I need a good fuck,” Sadie said, screwing up her pretty face.

I nearly spat out my mouthful of rosé. “Sadie Laine, wash your mouth out!”

“No I will not, Georgia Newton!” Sadie exclaimed, stretching her arm out and pointing at me. Wow, she really was sloshed.

“I’ve been feeling kind of horny too, actually,” I told her.

“Let’s go and find a couple of beefy farmers with big willies,” Sadie suggested.

“All the beefy farmers with big willies are married, sweetie.”

“How about a scrawny farmer with a little willy then?”

“Eww, no! That doesn’t sound very nice.”

Sadie drained her glass of wine, turned it upside down and shook it, just to be sure it was empty. “Let’s head into the city and go clubbing. We could bring someone back home and have a threesome,” she said.

I laughed. “Oh my God, I’ve never seen you like this. Go and masturbate or something!”

Sadie moved her face closer to the cam and smirked at me. “I will if you will.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Let’s masturbate for each other.”

“Um… no, I don’t think so.”

“Why not? Scared?” Sadie said, taunting me.

“You’ve had more wine than me.”

“Oh excuses, excuses!”

My best friend put her wine glass down and stood up so all I could see were her legs. She unbuttoned her trousers and they fell around her legs with a swish. She stepped out of them and sat back down, raising an eyebrow at me defiantly.

“You’ll regret this in the morning,” I warned her.

“Shush! I’m feeling awfully randy, and you’re going to watch me do naughty things to myself. Is that clear, Georgia Newton?”

“Yes, Miss Laine,” I said and wondered if I should try to stop her. I was less drunk than she was so I probably should have taken responsibility. We don’t always make the right choices though, do we?

Sadie leaned back on her couch and put a hand on her crotch, rubbing herself through her nice lacy red panties. I didn’t know her taste in underwear was so risqué. She really was a dark horse.

“I’ve always had a crush on you, y’know?” my friend said as she touched herself.

I laughed, a little embarrassed. “That’s easy to say when you’re drunk.”

“I have a crush on you when I’m sober too.”

Was she being serious? “Sure.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sadie asked me.

“Everyone thinks you’re pretty,” I told her.

“But do you?” Sadie persisted and pointed at me with her other hand.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, I think you’re pretty.”

“I’ll show you my pussy if you show me yours.”

I laughed again. “No, I’m not doing that. I’m too shy.”

Sadie stuck her bottom lip out. “You’re no fun.”

Grabbing hold of the crotch of her panties, she grinned at me. “It’s okay, though. I’ll still show you mine,” she said and pulled them to one side.

She was neatly trimmed down there. Not completely shaven, just a little tuft of hair at the apex of her pussy. Her vagina was perfectly formed, her outer labia smooth and silky, her inner labia like delicate rose petals, her clitoral hood like a crowning pearl.

Was there even one single mediocre thing about this woman at all?

She slid her fingers through her folds, back and forth, back and forth, her pussy lips glistening with dewy nectar. “Oh, I’m so horny, Georgia. So, so horny…”

“I can tell,” I told her, enthralled.

She pulled herself open and unsheathed her clit, then licked her sticky fingers. “I taste so nice,” she groaned and spun a finger round and round her inflamed nub.

I sat transfixed, her spinning fingers hypnotising me, her belly rising and falling rhythmically.

“Oh… oh Georgia…” Sadie whimpered and erupted into a fit of little convulsions, her hands held up, palms out, as if she was surrendering to some unseen enemy. “Oh… oh my word… ooooh…!” she groaned.

She opened her eyes, giving me a drowsy smile. “I’m a naughty girl, aren’t I?”

“Yes. Yes you are,” I agreed.

“I’m going to bed now.”

“Goodnight. I hope your hangover’s not too bad in the morning.”

“Bye bye, beautiful Georgia,” Sadie sang and then I was alone.

Well.

That was new. And different. And awfully erotic.

I logged off my laptop and closed the french doors. The sun had disappeared from the sky,  replaced by a cool, clear moon.

I turned the lights out and tiptoed upstairs, stepping over and avoiding that one squeaky step. The girls’ bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly, the light from the hall gently illuminating the room.

Millie was asleep on her back with her arm around Bee. The puppy opened her eyes, gave me a little tail wag and then went back to sleep, her head resting on my daughter’s chest.

Freya was asleep on her belly, her pajama bottoms and panties pulled down around her legs and a pillow underneath her. She clutched the dirty knickers I had given her against her face like a comfort blanket. It looked like she had been having some fun of her own tonight.

Standing over her, I put a hand down my trousers, staring at my ten-year-old’s bare bum as I fingered myself. The scent of my arousal infused the air around me.

My orgasm came quickly.

I put a hand across my mouth to stifle a moan and let it wash over me, waves of ecstasy radiating through my loins.

I felt an urge to bend down and kiss my little girl’s bottom to say thank you.

I resisted the temptation and went to bed instead.

On to Chapter Three!

Author’s note: When I first found Juicy Secrets, I was gobsmacked. Not by the content (well, maybe a little), but by the quality of the writing. I read a few stories that I loved, then I found Naughty Mommy’s work and was instantly smitten, especially with ‘The Joy of Looking.’ It’s a wonderful story, and if you’ve not read it I urge you to do so! There were things about that story that inspired me to write my own piece for JS, notably the way she portrays the main character Julie, and its sprawling length — over 130 incredible chapters thus far! One of my favorite chapters is where the characters invent and play the ‘Spy Game’. That more than anything is what inspired me to write ‘Sweet Poppy,’ and where I came up with the idea of the Monsters game. This chapter is my homage to the Spy Game and ‘The Joy of Looking.’ Thank you, Naughty Mommy, for giving us this erotic masterpiece.

And once again, a massive thank you to JetBoy, who spends countless hours editing this and many other wonderful stories for us all to enjoy.

(P.S. Naughty Mommy, I do hope you return to ‘The Joy of Looking’ one day — I’d love to see how the New Year’s Eve party goes!)

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by Joe Dornish

As usual on a Friday, Mia had a music lesson at lunchtime. That would normally be a bad thing, as it meant I’d be eating alone. But I wanted to speak to Henri privately about what we’d be doing that night, so it’s just as well that Mia wasn’t around.

Of course, getting Henri alone for a private chat wasn’t easy. Ever since she let it be known that we were friends, some of the popular girls in my year have been extra nice, inviting me to shopping excursions, sleepovers, birthday parties, or just opportunities to hang out. The downside of this newfound popularity, besides making me feel rather uncomfortable, was that there was always someone stopping me for a chat, usually to ask about Henri. That day, I had to politely shrug a couple of girls off while I searched for her.

When I found Henri, she’d just finished eating and was sitting with some of her friends. Thankfully she saw me from the other end of the dining hall, so when I winked at her and pointed outside she got the message and joined me a minute later.

“Hi, Poppy. Is everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m good. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“Are you kidding? If Lottie’s going to be there, wild horses couldn’t keep me away!”

“What would you say if I told you I’ve thought of a way for you to see her naked?”

Henri flashed a wicked grin. “I’d say you’re a bloody genius, and that I’ll love you forever.”

“It’s a bit naughty, though. I’m not sure it will work.”

“Come on, girl. I want to hear everything.”

So I told Henri all about the game I’d invented, and how I wanted to invite everyone to play it at our sleepover that evening. She listened intently and didn’t interrupt me once. When I was finished, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Fuck me, you are a genius. That’s an incredible idea.”

“Well, I guess we can count on you to play, at least. Are you going home first, or coming straight over after school?”

“I’ve got my stuff with me, so I can go straight to your place.”

“That’s great! Oh, by the way, you’ll never guess what happened last night!”

Henri shook her head. “Then I’m not gonna bother trying. What is it?

I looked around to make sure no one could hear us, then whispered, “Mum and I had sex with Lily!”

“Your little sister? No fucking way! You’re not messing with me, are you?”

“Nope, it’s all true.” I couldn’t stop grinning.

Henri seized my arm. “You have to tell me everything!”

I spent the rest of the lunch break relaying the events of the previous night to a very wide-eyed Henri. By the time the bell rang, our knickers were wet enough to wring out. We were both thrilled to bits, imagining what Saturday night would be like when Lilly became part of our mum-and-daughter sexfest.

At that moment, going back to class seemed like the most boring, pointless idea imaginable. If we didn’t have the sleepover to look forward to that evening, Henri and I probably would’ve bunked off and crept into the loo for a quick fuck. Instead, we bid each other a reluctant goodbye and trudged back indoors.

***

It seemed to take an eternity, but school finally let out for the day. Mia and I hurried to the entrance hall, where we met Lottie and Henri. We made our way over to the primary school to collect Lilly and Evie, then walked back to my house together. The pavements in our village are quite narrow, so we walked in three pairs, Lilly and Evie were running ahead of Mia and me, while Lottie and Henri were behind us.

“Do you know where we’ll be sleeping tonight?” Mia asked.

“The house is pretty full,” I told her, “so we’ll have to double up. Evie is in with Lilly, you’ll be in with me, and Lottie and Henri will sleep on the two sofas. I think your mum is staying over as well… she’ll share a bed with my mum, I expect. Does that sound okay? It’s a bit of squash, I admit.”

Mum had told me that she’d fucked Mia’s mother Nicole a few days earlier, but I wasn’t sure if Mia knew about that yet. I was hoping she’d get the hint when I mentioned our mums sleeping together.

“It sounds perfect to me,” Mia responded. “I bet we’ll have lots of fun!” Her hand slipped into mine, and we walked the rest of the way home like that.

When we arrived Mum was waiting for us, a camera in hand. I was mortified at first as she gushed and carried on about how adorable we all looked, then had us group together for a photo. No one else seemed to mind, so I didn’t let myself get too embarrassed. Once Mum got the shot, she immediately shared it with Nicole and Kiki. Mum’s phone went berserk after that, I can just imagine what they were saying about us!

After that, we all went into the living room to hang out. Mum came in a few minutes later and said, “Girls, I just want to go over a few things, then I promise I’ll leave you alone. I’ve laid out plenty of snacks for you — biscuits, cupcakes, crisps and dip, sweets… and the fridge is fully stocked with drinks. Help yourselves to whatever you like. Lottie is the oldest, so I’ve given her money for a pizza whenever you’re ready for actual food.” We laughed at that. “Poppy knows my number, but if anyone else needs something I’ve left it on the fridge as well. That’s all I have to say, except… have fun, the house is yours, enjoy yourselves!” She turned to me. “Poppy, sweetie, can I borrow you for a second?”

I followed Mum into the kitchen. Lowering her voice, she said, “When I spoke to Nicole earlier, she said something very interesting… something that has me thinking she may be sharing a bed with her daughter Lottie.”

I was floored. “What? Oh, my God! What did she say?”

“Nicole and I were talking about the sleeping arrangements, and she said, ‘If space is very tight, maybe one of the girls could sleep with us? I’m sure Lottie would be happy to.’ If that wasn’t a bloody great hint, I don’t know what is!”

“That… that’s awesome. What did you say to her?”

“I said, ‘That sounds cosy. I bet Poppy or Lilly would be happy to share our bed, too.’“

“You never!”

“Cross my heart. I think this is going to be one amazing evening, don’t you?”

“You can say that again. Speaking of which, would it be a problem if we were all naked when you came home?”

Mum nearly choked on her tea. “Christ, no! I’d be delighted. Hold on a tick — is this that party game you’ve been talking about with Lilly?”

“Yeah. If I can get everyone to play, it’ll be bloody awesome!”

“I’m sure, but remember, now — don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want.”

“Sure, Mum. Don’t you worry, we’ll be fine. Where are you guys going, anyhow?”

“To this posh restaurant Nicole knows about, then we’ll have a few drinks after.”

“Well, have fun, Mum.” I gave her a hug, followed by a brief tongue kiss. She went upstairs to get ready, and I rejoined the others.

By then, everyone had helped themselves to snacks. Mia found our DVD of Mamma Mia and asked if we could watch it. No one objected, so I popped it into the player, and we settled down to watch.

About half an hour into the movie, our sugar rush really kicked in, so we cranked the volume up and began to sing and dance. Even Mum came down in a bathrobe, her hair up in a towel, and sang along to “Dancing Queen,” then rushed off to finish getting ready. I thought she looked a little nervous about her date with Nicole, which seemed really cute. It gave me a great idea. I told the others that when Mum and Nicole came in to say goodbye to us, we should all make a big fuss and cheer and carry on. They agreed, and we took a break to top up our sugar levels before returning to the movie.

Nicole turned up just as the movie was ending. When the doorbell rang, Mum came rushing downstairs to answer, then she brought Nicole into the living room to greet everyone before they left.

Mum looked stunning. She wore a green, figure-hugging wraparound dress that was tied at the waist. It had a low scooped neckline that showed off her cleavage and quite a lot of leg. She wore black stilettos with such tall heels that I had no idea how she was able to walk in them. (I’d been practising in my much shorter heels, and only had a sore ankle to show for my efforts).

Nicole was wearing a brown suede mini skirt with a tight-knit black jumper. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so you could see the outline of her nipples. I loved her black ankle boots with spiked heels, so much that I made a mental note to ask Mum if I could have a pair for my birthday.

Mum was just parting her lips to speak when all of a sudden the room burst into cheers and clapping. Henri put her fingers in her mouth and wolf-whistled so loudly it hurt my ears! Everyone was yelling and shouting stuff like ‘WOW!’ and ‘Beautiful!’ When my own pathetic attempt at a wolf whistle failed I shouted, ‘Sexy ladies!’ then Henri wolf-whistled again. Both Mum and Nicole blushed. It was a great reaction; just what I was hoping for.

Once we’d calmed down, Mum and Nicole went through all the usual stuff parents say when they leave you on your own, like don’t open the door, call us if you need anything, etc. Then Mum said to me, “Oh, by the way, sweetie… I’ve turned the heating up, so when you play your game later it’ll be nice and warm.”

Then she gave us her customary wink which, from what I saw when I looked around, melted a heart or two, and Nicole said something very interesting, “I look forward to hearing all about that game of yours when we get back.”

It was the way she said it, all slow and sultry. Also, she was staring intently at Lottie, who noticeably blushed. There was a palpable ripple of arousal in the air, although neither Mum nor Nicole were familiar with the details of the game. In fact, only Henri knew, as she’d helped me with some of the details earlier at school.

That sexual vibe seemed to linger in the air after Mum and Nicole left. Everyone badgered me for details about the game but I made them all wait until after we’d eaten. I didn’t want some guy delivering pizza while our house was full of naked girls, most of them underage — but I wasn’t going to tell them that, not yet.

Instead, we hung out and chatted. Lottie and Henri seemed to be getting on very well, they were sitting together on the sofa, deep in conversation. Mia and I were on the other sofa and Lilly and Evie were playing upstairs. Given the nature of the film we’d just seen, the conversation with Mia turned to our fathers. I knew nothing of her dad, only that he didn’t live with them.

When Mia said something about one of the fathers in the film, I took the opportunity to ask, “Do you ever see your dad? I know he doesn’t live with you anymore.”

She shook her head. “No. He left when I was little, just after Evie was born. I wasn’t sure what happened, but he and Mum had a big row and we never saw him again. Mum said he’d gone to live with someone else and that was that. A few years later, Lottie told me that Dad ran off with a woman he worked with.”

“Oh, that’s really shit. Mia. I’m so sorry.” I hugged her, then took her hand.

“It’s fine,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t remember him anyhow — it’s just blurry images and what Mum and Lottie told me. Not having a dad around feels normal now. God, I can’t even imagine what living with a man would be like!”

“Urghh, no thanks!” I giggled and snarled my face up in mock disgust, which made her laugh.

“How about your dad, then? You never mention him at all!”

“That’s because I don’t know who he is,” I told her. “It’s kind of a weird story.”

“Can you tell me? I’d like to hear it.” Mia smiled so sweetly, it nearly made me swoon.

“Sure. It’s not a secret, but it isn’t something we advertise either. My dad is a friend of my mum’s; they met at university. She wanted to have a baby without having to get married, and he offered to help. See, she already knew she was a lesbian, and he was okay with them just being friends. So when the time was right, Mum went to her friend. He got her pregnant twice — first with me, then with Lilly.”

“That is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Yeah, that’s brilliant. Have you ever met him?”

“No. I don’t even know his name. Mum said he is only our dad bio-logic-ally, which means he’s not a part of our lives. She says that he was handsome and kind and very clever and that we look like him. That’s all I know. Heck, we didn’t even know about Mum being gay until she told me and Lilly a few weeks ago.”

Mia furrowed her brow. “Really? How’d she explain the whole… pregnancy thing to you, then?”

I laughed. “Oh, she just told us that she wanted kids, but not a husband.”

“Don’t you want to know more about him, though?”

“Eh, not really. Mum talks to me and Lilly about it whenever we like. Honestly, I’m happy with the way things are. He just helped Mum get pregnant, that’s it. Good thing he did, though — otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, I sure wouldn’t want that! He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Yeah, I bet he is. Hey, are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, Evie and Lilly came thumping down the stairs and declared loudly that they were ‘starving’. Henri and Lottie agreed, so we phoned in our order for pizza.

When the order came, we decided to eat it like a real meal, off plates at the kitchen table. Lottie and Henri even insisted that we clean up afterward. Mum would have been proud of us. By the time we’d loaded the dishwasher and tidied up the living room, I decided it was time to play the Monsters game.

While we were gathering in the living room, I asked Lilly to go upstairs and fetch a sheet of her stickers. My little sister has a big thing for stickers — any sort will do, but the brighter and sparklier the better. Unicorns were a particular favourite. In our old house, she’d covered her bedroom with them, all over the walls and windows, everywhere! When we moved into our new home, Mum laid down the law, telling Lilly that she could put them on the back of her door, but nowhere else. Since the door was almost full, my sister had plenty of stickers and nowhere to put them.

Lilly came back, handed me the sheet of stickers, then sat down on the floor next to Evie. Everyone was looking at me, waiting to hear about my party game. I was suddenly feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing, unsure how my idea would go over. It was too late to back down now, though.

I began, “I made up a game for us to play. It’s just a bit of fun… you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

“No, come on, tell us how to play!” Lilly exclaimed, and the others all nodded in agreement.

“Okay, well… it’s called Monsters. One person starts as the monster and goes and counts to one hundred in the bathroom while everyone else hides.”

“Why the bathroom?” asked Lilly.

“There’s nowhere to hide in there, so we don’t miss out on any hiding places. Anyway, everyone except the monster has to secretly hide one of these stickers on themselves.” I held up the sheet for everyone to see. “You put the sticker on your bare skin, somewhere on your body where it’ll be hard to find. Don’t tell anyone where you put it.”

One by one I asked them to choose a sticker, then go out into the hall in private to hide it on themselves. When they were all done, I told them the rest of the rules.

“Those stickers are very special, because they keep you from becoming a monster yourself! The monster counts to a hundred and yells, ‘I’M COMING TO EAT YOU!’ then tries to find everyone who’s hiding, and get the sticker off them so they turn into monsters.”

“But if the sticker is hidden on our skin, how’s the monster supposed to find it?” asked Mia.

“That’s the fun bit. The house will be completely dark, all the lights off. When the monster finds someone, they have to get that person’s clothes off to find the sticker. Oh, and monsters don’t wear clothes, right? So that means the monster has to be naked.” I paused. “Um, that’s pretty much it.”

I held my breath, waiting for a response, only to break into a happy grin when I got excited giggles and a roomful of girls, eager to play.

“So, wait. If the monster gets my sticker, and some of my clothes are still on, I’ll have to take them all off, right? Cause I’m a monster, too,” Lottie said.

“Exactly. But if anyone doesn’t want to take their clothes off, it’s fine. You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” Everyone nodded, but for Mum’s sake more than anything I decided to make doubly sure.

“Okay, I need everyone to put their hand up if they’re cool with playing the game and being naked!”

Everyone’s hands shot up without a hint of hesitation. Good, the game was on! “Oh, yeah,” I quickly added, “the last person to get caught wins!”

“What do they win?” asked Lilly.

That stopped me. “Um, I hadn’t thought of that.”

Mia spoke up. “How about the winner gets to kiss whoever they want?”

“Or how about they get to kiss everyone?” said Henri.

“I like that idea,” said Lottie, wearing a smile that reminded me of how Mum looks when she’s thinking about something naughty.

“Okay, so the winner gets to kiss everyone.” I looked around the room. “Who wants to be the monster first?”

Mia spoke right up. “I think it should be you, Poppy!”

The other girls chimes in right away, all of them in agreement.

“Okay, it’s me,” I said. “Now let’s turn off all the lights, then I’ll go into the bathroom, get undressed and start counting!”

We raced around the house, switching the lights out until it was dark, with just enough light coming in from the street to keep our guests from walking into walls. That task accomplished, I went into the bathroom and shouted “I’m starting my count now!”

We were all still wearing our school uniforms. I took mine off while I was counting and left it in a heap on the bathroom floor, then studied myself in the mirror, hoping that Evie and Lottie — the only ones who hadn’t seen me naked yet — would like what they saw.

I could hear excited giggles and heavy footsteps as everyone ran around looking for hiding places. By the time I neared the end of my count, the house was dead silent.

Opening the bathroom door, I shouted, “I’M COMING TO EAT YOU!” as loud as I could in a growly monster voice.

Straight away I heard giggles coming from downstairs, and knew right away that it had to be either Lilly or Evie. It felt very naughty, wandering naked through the house, and it was turning me on so much that I started getting wet. I walked into Lilly’s room and started growling, hoping that a nervous giggle would give someone away, but there was only silence. I felt around under the bed — nobody there.

I was about to open a cupboard door when I heard a scream. I jumped with fright as Henri bolted out from behind a curtain and raced downstairs before I even knew she was there. Okay, she got away, I told myself, but I’ll get her later.

Next, I went into my room and growled again… not a sound. I opened a wardrobe door, but it was empty. I checked behind the curtains, nothing. I was about to leave the room when I saw movement on the bed. Someone was under the covers!

I shut the door then stood still, hoping they’d think I’d left the room. Then with a wild cry, I flung myself on the bed. Mia shrieked, then fell into fits of laughter.

“YUM YUM!” I roared. “I’M GOING TO EAT YOU FOR DINNER!”

She clutched tightly at the covers, but eventually, I got them away from her. Mia struggled with me as I pretended to eat her neck and arm. Then I started searching her body.

“Where’s that sticker? GRRRRRRRR!”

Mia wasn’t really putting up much of a fight, so I managed to unbutton her shirt, then pull it off. She was wearing a bra, which surprised me. I ran my hands all over her as if I was searching for the sticker, but of course I was really just feeling her up. Then I tried to get her bra off, and she pretty much let me do it with no resistance.

“Off with your clothes, little girl!” I growled. “I must have that sticker!”

While I was battling with her skirt, Mia started pretending to fight back… but really, she was just touching me everywhere! Her hands were all over me, even lightly brushing my pussy! When I finally tugged her skirt free I seized the waistband of her tights and pulled them off together with her knickers in one go. Mia was squealing and thrashing about, barely trying to stop me.

Once I had her naked, I started searching her body for real. I felt around everywhere, spending lots of time on her bum. Mia wasn’t even putting up a fake fight now, just letting me touch her. I searched her backside completely and there was nothing there, so I turned her over and explored her front. Her breasts felt a bit more developed than mine — which made sense, as she was a year older. They were soft, but her nipples were erect. Still no sticker, though. There was only one place left that it could be.

She whispered, “Oh… oh, yeah,” as my hands drifted up her legs to briefly cradle her hips, then I allowed my fingertips to drift beneath Mia’s belly, moving toward her vulva. She opened her legs, and as my hand moved between them I felt the sticker on the top of her mons. Mia had a sprinkling of amazingly soft pubes there, and I was tempted to linger there. Instead, I pretended I’d not noticed the sticker, letting my hand drift between her legs until I was touching her slit. She gasped, then tensed when my finger parted her lips. Her pussy was wet and warm to the touch. Mia’s hands slipped around me to cradle my bum as I leaned in and kissed her.

As nice as this felt, I was very aware everyone else was still hiding, waiting to be found. Gently breaking our kiss, I told Mia, “You’re a monster now.”

“Wait, wait,” she protested. “You haven’t found my sticker yet!”

“Oh, yeah.” I reached down and peeled it from her vulva. “Here it is!”

“Okay, you got me,” she giggled. We shared a quick kiss, then set off in search of the others.

Mum’s room was next. It’s at the front of the house, and there was a small beam of light from the streetlamp outside. We opened the cupboards, growling as we went — then there was a giggle from under the bed. I reached underneath and dragged out Evie, whose shoulders were shaking as she quietly laughed. I’ll give her her due — Evie fought well. She was very slippery, and twice she nearly got away from us. However, we managed to get her on the bed, and I held her arms while Mia stripped her little sister.

Evie’s cute cartoon knickers were the last thing to come off before I growled, “Now, we search every yummy bit of you! AAAARRRRGGHH!”

Mia and I felt all over Evie’s body. She wriggled and bucked beneath us as our fingers explored every inch of her bare skin. I could see just well enough to notice that Mia went straight for her pussy, getting a really good feel of her down there. Hmmm… now that was interesting.

I stroked Evie’s chest, then gently tweaked those perky little nipples, which made her squeal with delight. It was a lot of fun, but I longed to finger her slit.

I indicated to Mia that I wanted to swap places, and when she moved away I slipped a hand between Evie’s legs. Omigosh, she was actually wet! I couldn’t believe it, although she was laughing so hard that I thought it might have been pee. I had a quick sniff of my fingers, though, and they smelled a lot more like pussy. It made me want to lie down between Evie’s thighs and lick her, but I couldn’t let myself forget about the game.

We found the sticker hidden on her butt, just inside the cheek. Once Mia peeled it loose, Evie sat up. “So, um, am I a monster now?”

“Yup. Remember, you’re s’posed to act like a monster, too.”

“Okay, I will,” Evie replied, then added, “But how do I know for sure that you guys are really monsters? I should check and see.”

I chuckled. Good idea, Evie — wish I’d thought of that.” Approaching her, I spread my arms wide. “Go on then, check us.”

Mia and I stood there naked while Evie’s naughty little fingers roamed all over our bodies. She wasn’t shy at all about touching my pussy, and spent quite a long time having a good feel. I loved watching Evie search Mia, too. She paid just as much attention to her big sister’s pussy as she did mine. By then, I was certain this wasn’t the first time they’d touched each other like that.

I quickly checked to make sure we’d not missed anyone in the bedrooms, then the three of us made a big deal of stomping heavily down the stairs making scary noises. Choosing to stick together, we began to search for the others. There was nobody in the kitchen, so we made our way to the dining room. It was very dark and we could barely see, but Evie found Henri hiding under the table.

I quickly dragged the chairs out of the way and the three of us set upon Henri. Evie tickled her, Mia and I grabbed an ankle each and we dragged her out into the open. Reaching under Henri’s skirt, which had ridden up, I seized her tights and knickers and pulled them off in one go. By then, Henri had all but stopped struggling and was allowing us to undress her. Evie and Mia were working on her shirt and bra while I fumbled with her skirt. Soon enough, we had the girl totally nude.

“Right, let’s search her,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Um, Henri, can you stand up?”

Henri did as asked and the three of us began touching her all over — Evie and Mia exploring her front side, while I took the back. I found the sticker on her shoulder right away, but I didn’t say anything to the others, just peeled it right off.

Pressing my body against Henri’s, I had a good feel of her bum, then slipped a hand between her legs. As it was dark enough to keep the others from seeing me, I kissed Henri’s neck and the nape of her shoulder and was rewarded with a quiet murmur of satisfaction. Her pussy was dripping wet.

I felt the urge to chuck this whole game, lay Henri down right there on the kitchen floor and fuck her silly. But there were still two girls hiding, waiting for their chance to be stripped bare and transformed into monsters. So instead I said, “Hey, I found the sticker!”

“So now I’m a monster too, right?” said Henri.

Evie spoke up. “Yeah. but now you gotta feel us all over, to make sure we’re really monsters!”

“No problem!” said Henri, who set to work running her hands all over us. Naturally, she took plenty of time touching our breasts and exploring between our legs before announcing, “Yeah, you’re all for real.”

The only room in the house we hadn’t searched was the living room, so we knew that Lottie and Lilly had to be in there. The four of us went into the barely lit room, each of us making silly monster noises. Then came a scream — it was Lilly, and one of us had found her. Then Henri shouted, “I’ve got Lottie, help me!”

The room was now a riot of naked and semi-naked young girls screaming, giggling and wrestling. I could hear Lilly howling with laughter on the other side of the room as she was being stripped. As near as I could tell, Mia and Evie were the ones doing the stripping, so I quickly moved to assist Henri.

Lottie was putting up a decent struggle, but me and Henri at the same time were too much for her. I managed to get Lottie’s arms above her head, then sort of half laid on them to pin her down while Henri tugged her skirt off. then unbuttoned her top. Lottie was on her back so we couldn’t get her shirt or bra off. Henri’s solution was to just push the bra up over Lottie’s breasts and then feel them. I could hardly see in what little light there was through the blinds, but when I got to touch them myself, her titties were a lot more developed than I expected.

As I was rolling those stiff nipples between my fingers, Henri was kissing Lottie’s tummy, then she stuffed a hand down into her tights. At that point Lottie stopped struggling, so I released her arms and carried on playing with those beautiful breasts. I was thrilled to bits when Lottie began to do some touching of her own, her hands sliding round my back to cradle my bum. And I moaned out loud when she reached even lower, her fingers seeking and finding my pussy.

When she realised how wet I was, Lottie grew even bolder, searching for my clit. When she found it, I almost came right then and there. Henri was pulling Lottie’s tights and knickers off, then she laid down beside her and they met in a juicy kiss. At least, it sounded juicy.

I knew how much Henri liked Lottie, so I decided that it would be best to give them some space to enjoy one another. I felt my way over to where the others were, only to find Lilly standing naked while Mia and Evie were caressing her all over. I joined in and ran my hands all over my baby sister’s bare body, placing a few kisses on her tummy.

All of a sudden someone started tickling Lilly, and she dropped to the floor squealing with laughter. It must have been Evie who did that, because she immediately threw herself on top of Lilly and the two seven-year-olds rolled around together, unable to stop laughing.

That left Mia and me. I felt around in the dark for her, then held her close. I cupped her bum with both hands and she did the same to me as we came together in a warm kiss that quickly turned very hot.

Then I heard the key turn in the front door. Oh, my God — Mum and Nicole were home!

The hallway light spilled through the open door into the living room, the overhead light was switched on, and there they were — our mums, both of them looking very shocked indeed. As for us girls, we were frozen to the spot, too startled to do anything else.

When I looked around the room, I could see why Mum and Nicole had that astonished look on their faces. They’d been greeted by the sight of Mia and me making out naked on the floor, with Evie and Lilly doing pretty much the same thing right at their feet. And behind the sofa, Henri had been going down on Lottie when the light came on. The wetness around her mouth made that clear enough.

Honestly, having our mums come home and catch all of us having sex had been what I’d hoped for when making plans to play this game in the first place. What I hadn’t counted on was them returning so early. We’d been playing Monsters for less than thirty minutes — barely time for everyone to get naked!

Nicole seemed to get over her shock quickly enough. Turning to Mum, she said, “Well, well… didn’t we come home at the perfect time, Heather?”

As for Mum, she’d gone cool as a cucumber. “Indeed we did, Nicole,” she replied with a smile, then glanced around at us. “Having fun, girls?”

On to Chapter Eleven!