Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, as his ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she takes a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter Halee. On this particular evening, Nettie hosts a sleepover with Halee, Halee’s ten-year-old sister Naomi, and the sisters’ good friend Chelsey, who recently sustained injuries in a car crash. Nettie and the girls play Truth or Dare, which takes the sleepover in a very interesting direction. (You might want to revisit the previous chapter to get your motor humming for this one.)

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

Three girls. My twelve-year-old lover, her almost-eleven sister, and said sister’s best friend. In my new living room. About to get naked. Holy shit. Halee was going to make love to Chelsey, and she wanted us to watch. 

I rose wordlessly and crossed to the sofa, where no one was sitting at the moment. It’s a fold-out, a pretty comfortable one. Tossing the cushions to one side, I pulled out the bed. It had sheets on it, and they appeared to be clean. Good enough.

“How’s this?” I said.

“Perfect,” said Halee.

We helped Chelsey get to the fold-out and laid her down, placing one of the throw pillows from the loveseat behind her head.

“I can make myself scarce, if you girls would rather have some privacy,” I said, thinking maybe a removal of the grownup in the room would put the two younger ones more at ease.

That idea got shot down right away.“No way,” Chelsey insisted.

“Fuck that,” said Halee.

“I was hoping you’d sit with me while they do stuff,” said Naomi.

So Naomi and I wound up side by side on the loveseat. Halee sat on the edge of the bed next to Chelsey, gently caressing the girl’s face with her fingertips, then stroking her hair. Chelsey wore a beatific smile, her eyes closed. Finally, Halee leaned down, and their mouths met in a hungry kiss.

They made out for what seemed like ages, then Halee’s mouth was raining delicate kisses all over the younger girl’s face. Chelsey took control, placing her good hand behind Halee’s head, moving in close to nuzzle her friend’s neck. Halee, recognizing Chelsey’s reduced mobility, allowed herself to be guided, enabling Chelsey to kiss and lick both sides of her neck, then down to the collarbone.

Taking hold of the hem of Chelsey’s t-shirt, Halee tugged it up, then began to caress the bare belly beneath. Naomi moved a little closer to me, a delicious shiver racing through her thin frame. I wrapped an arm around her.

Now the two older girls were kissing again, giving us exciting glimpses of sparring tongues. Halee pulled away, and helped Chelsey to sit up. She pulled the t-shirt up and off to bare her friend’s upper half, carefully extracting the arm that was still in a brace. Letting Chelsey tumble back to the bed, she turned her attention to the girl’s belly and chest, kissing, biting, loving. Chelsey had no boobs to speak of, so Halee was paying special attention to her nipples.

Chelsey’s breath was growing ragged and strained. So, for that matter, was Halee’s. Come to think of it, the ten-year-old seated next to me sounded a little breathy as well. I gave Naomi a reassuring squeeze, then kissed the top of her head.

Sitting up, Halee tugged her t-shirt off, then threw it across the room. Chelsey reached up to brush her thumb across a tiny nipple, and was rewarded with a moan. I grinned, knowing all too well how sensitive Halee’s chest is.

“Let me kiss them,” Chelsey said in an almost-whisper.

Straddling Chelsey’s waist, Halee bent down until her nipples were within easy reach of the younger girl’s mouth. This partially blocked our view from the loveseat, but in moments Halee was moaning intermittently, even humping against her friend’s belly.

After a moment, Halee sat up and moved to the side to unclasp the long skirt that Chelsey wore over her brace. Chelsey raised her hips as best she could, and between the two of them they got it off.

Halee sat back and blinked in surprise; Naomi’s jaw dropped, and I’m pretty sure I did something similar. Chelsey wasn’t wearing panties.

She saw us all staring, and blushed a little. “It’s just easier with the brace,” she explained.

Halee lay down beside Chelsey and kissed her. As they kissed, Halee’s hands were moving delicately across the insides of the girl’s thighs. When she got close to Chelsey’s center, her hips rose, a little lopsidedly thanks to the brace. Halee began delicately caressing her younger friend’s labia, then let a finger trail the inside of the slit. “Oh, my God!,” Chelsey blurted, rasing her head from the pillow.

Halee glanced over at her sister and me. “She’s really wet.” She looked back down at Chelsey. “Can they come over and feel how wet you are?”

Chelsey nodded. “Okay,” she whispered, her eyes rolling up into her head as Halee’s finger continued to slide up and down, gliding back and forth over her clit.

Halee beckoned us with the other hand. “Well… come on!” she said, a bit impatiently.

As if in a trance, I got up. Naomi stood as well, taking my hand in a tight grip. It was only a couple of steps to the fold-out. I sat, reached out, placed my hand on Chelsey’s knee, then traced a slow path up the inside of her thigh to just below where Halee was working the girl’s clit with a steady circular motion. Chelsey’s breath was patchy and harsh. I placed my index finger just below Halee’s and swirled it around, glorying in the juicy nectar oozing from Chelsey’s hole.

Naomi’s hand was still clutching mine. She was kneeling next to me on the bed. “Do you want to feel?” I asked her. Naomi just nodded. I guided her hand in, touching her fingers to the lower part of Chelsey’s cunt in place of mine.

“It’s really slippery,” Naomi whispered. “And – and warm!”

I nodded, then looked up at Chelsey. Her eyes were scrunched closed, her face tight with passion.

“Have you ever put a finger inside yourself, Chelsey?” I asked.

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Gently moving Naomi’s hand aside, I slipped a finger inside of Chelsey’s dripping cunt. It was tight, yet open and receptive.

“Oh, jeez!” Chelsey wailed.

“Okay,” said Halee, pushing on my shoulder. “Move over. I’m hungry, and this pussy is on the menu.”

Withdrawing my finger, I sidled out of her way.

Naomi’s eyes were bulging. “Does that mean she’s going to put her mouth down there?” she gasped.

“Just watch,” I said.

Halee got down between Chelsey’s legs, covering the entirety of the girl’s bare slit with her mouth. I couldn’t see what was happening, but the movement of her cheeks told me her tongue was in motion, and Chelsey’s gasps of pleasure assured me that whatever Halee was doing was working. Then Halee extended her tongue, swiping the swollen little clit. Bringing her hand into play, she slipped a finger inside her friend’s vagina. Chesley yelped.

I began to caress Chelsey’s face with one hand, her belly, and chest with the other, pausing to beckon Naomi closer.

“Would you like to kiss her?” I breathed into the child’s ear.

Naomi nodded, and bent down to speak to Chelsey.“Can I kiss you?” she whispered in an unsteady voice.

“Please kiss me, Naomi!” Chelsey exclaimed. “Oh, gosh… Ohhhh!” For a moment, I thought she was coming, but apparently not yet.

Naomi kissed Chelsey, tentatively at first, then fiercely as Chelsey parted her lips and almost seemed to suck her friend’s tongue in. Halee was working furiously down below, her entire head whipping up and down, tongue extended, finger thrusting in and out.

Suddenly Chelsey threw her head back, breaking the kiss. She pulled Naomi to her with her good arm, pressing their cheeks together.“Oh. Oh, gosh. F-frick…”

“Fuck,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, fuck!” she wailed as her body seized up. Then she was crying out repeatedly, clinging to Naomi for dear life as purest ecstasy claimed her.

Halee came up grinning, her lips and cheeks glistening with moisture. I backed away, taking Naomi with me so Halee could slide up the length of Chelsey’s body and into her friend’s arms.

“Oh, Halee,” Chelsey whispered, “that was amazing.”

“Ever tasted yourself?” Halee asked.

Chelsey smiled. “Sure have.”

Halee kissed her hungrily, a contented hum escaping her mouth as Chelsey kissed and licked her vaginal juices from the older girl’s face.

“I want to do that to you,” Chelsey said, “but I’m not sure how to make it work with these braces on.”

Halee looked thoughtful. “I’ll bet we can work something out,” she said. “Maybe if we just…”

“Try sitting on her face,” I blurted.

All three girls stared at me for a moment, then Halee pursed her lips. “I think I get what you mean,” she said. Rising to her feet, she shoved her black jeans to the floor, along with her panties. Unable to resist, I pulled her down into my lap, kissing her passionately, my free hand roaming that exquisite body. She kissed me back, then pulled away and gazed into my eyes.

“Thanks for being okay with this, Nettie,” she said.

Then she turned to her sister. “You should get naked while you watch this, sis,” she said. “I haven’t seen you out of your clothes in a long time, and I’d kinda like to.” Her eyes flicked upwards to me. “You should, too. Then Naomi can try touching herself and see what happens.”

As she and Chelsey settled into a slow, languorous, and oh-so-goddamn-sexy kiss, I rapidly shucked my clothes, tossing them to the floor. Naomi gazed at me for a moment, shrugged, and got rid of hers as well. For a moment I couldn’t take my eyes off of her adorable little body, its Scandinavian bone structure lending Naomi a curviness that her older sister had yet to achieve.

Nevertheless, my attention was quickly drawn back to the main event. Halee positioned herself on her knees, lowering her cunt to Chelsey’s open mouth.

With her working hand, Chelsey Halee down further. Suddenly Halee let out a loud, guttural cry, clutching the sofa back with both hands. She bowed her head low, hair hanging down to obscure her face, her breath descending into shuddering gasps of pleasure, punctuated by little grunts and moans. She rocked back and forth, grinding her pussy into Chelsey’s face.

I heard a gasp next to me, and saw Naomi gingerly fondling her own pussy, her eyes glued to the sex scene unfolding before us on the couch. Though tempted to lend a hand, I left her to it for the moment and got to my knees, straddled Chelsey, and wrapped my arms around Halee from behind. I reached around to play with her nipples, all the while kissing her neck. Now she was moaning with every breath.

“Oh, God,” she yelped. “Oh, fuck. OHHHH!”

Then her body was spasming. She thrust herself backwards and sideways, until the two of us fell over onto the bed. I cradled her from behind as she continued to shiver, squeezing her tightly. Gradually her breathing slowed to something approaching normal. Under 20 breaths per minute, the ever-present paramedic in me noted clinically.

Chelsey was watching us sidelong, a grin on her face. “Was it good?” she inquired.

“Oh, yeah,” said Halee, letting go of me and rolling towards Chelsey, pulling her friend close.

The two girls clung to one another. “I can smell myself on you,” said Halee, moving in for a kiss.

Chelsey pulled away. “Uh-uh, girl. That’s not for you,” she said, then glanced over at the loveseat. “Hey, Naomi… wanna know what pussy tastes like?”

“I… I think so,” Naomi’s voice trembled.

“If you do, get over here and kiss me. Your sister is all over my face. If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

Halee backed off, falling into my arms. I cradled her to me. Naomi hesitantly moved forward until she and Chelsey were face to face, then gave the girl a delicate peck on the lips.

Sitting back, she giggled. “I can smell it,” she said. “It’s… different. I thought it would be gross, but it’s not.”

“Lick my chin,” Chelsey advised. “Get yourself a real taste.”

Naomi let her tongue snake out, swiping along Chelsey’s chin. At first it was tentative, and the next thing I knew she was greedily lapping at her friend’s lips. Finally they were kissing like lovers, their tongues dancing.

Naomi pulled away and sat up, breathing hard. “I need… something,” she said. “I feel like I’m gonna explode if something doesn’t happen.”

“Hang on,” I said.

I got up and headed for the bathroom. I vaguely remembered seeing something when I was going through the drawers the previous day, and hoped it hadn’t been a figment of my imagination. On the third drawer down I found it, an elegant carved-wood hand mirror, no doubt a leftover from my dad’s second wife. Snatching it up, I returned to the living room.

The setup awaiting me could not have been more perfect. Halee was sitting against the back of the fold-out, legs stretched out before her. Naomi was resting between those legs, and Halee was kissing the back of her sister’s neck, hands restlessly roaming the ten-year-old’s chest, belly, and thighs. Naomi’s color was high, her breathing harsh and irregular. Chelsey was lying on her side, propped up on the uninjured elbow, watching the whole thing with a look of unadulterated lust.

I sat down, handing the mirror to Naomi. “Hold it so you can see your pussy,” I told her. She positioned the mirror between her legs.

“Is it okay if I touch you down there?” I said.

Naomi spoke not a word, but nodded emphatically. I reached in and carefully parted her lips. Despite being only a few months younger than Chelsey, by comparison Naomi had zero hair to speak of; still completely smooth. She was also delightfully wet.

I held her labia open with one hand, using my other to point.“These big lips,” I told her, “are your outer labia. Labia majora, if we’re getting technical.” I ran my fingers inside, tracing the inner lips, which were a bit more prominent than those of her sister. “This is the inner labia,” I went on. “Labia minora. They vary a lot. Yours are bigger than Halee’s, but smaller than mine. Mine stick out a little.”

My fingers moved inward, circling the entrance to her tunnel. Naomi shivered. “This is your vagina,” I said. Fingers now slick with moisture, I moved upward. Naomi thrust her hips out, a moan escaping.

“And that,” I said, “is your clitoris. It’s your pleasure center. Touching it is how you make yourself feel especially great.”

“Let me show you, sis,” Halee whispered. Her hand gently nudged mine aside, then went to work on her sister’s clit.

“Oh, wow,” Naomi gasped. “Oh… holy cow…”She pressed her head backwards into her sister’s chest.

Glancing over at Chelsey, I saw she was openly masturbating, her eyes glued to the two entwined sisters. Unable to resist, I reached across to slip a hand between her legs, easing a finger inside her.

We moved together, her hand cupped inside mine, my arousal skyrocketing as I felt her body respond. Neither of us could tear our attention from the incredible sight of two underage sisters making love. Naomi’s eyes were wide, her head jerking forward with every wave of pleasure.

Suddenly Chelsey’s body went rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger. I rode out the crazy up-and-down of her orgasm, then withdrew my hand, still watching Naomi as she received her first taste of sexual pleasure.

“Oh, my gosh,” Naomi wailed. “Oh, my… Ohhhh! Oh, Halee, oh God, something’s happening…”

Halee gripped her sister’s hand, her fingers moving even faster as she strummed Naomi’s clitoris, the liquid sounds of masturbation and the scent of cunt filling the room.

Then Naomi’s entire body looked like it was trying to fly away. She didn’t cry out; she positively screamed as the first orgasm of her young life took hold. Her pelvis jerked furiously; her eyes bulged. Then she collapsed into her sister’s arms.

Halee held Naomi close, cradling her as if she was made of crystal. Finally, Naomi stirred, turned her face towards Halee, giving her big sister a sleepy smile. The two of them shared a slow, tender kiss.

Suddenly Halee fixed her gaze on me. She lifted her arm and pointed. “Her turn,” she said.

The next thing I knew, Halee and Naomi were all over me, kissing and touching me everywhere. I stretched out on the bed, and felt the somewhat less mobile Chelsey adding her own caresses to the mix. I was so far gone at this point I’d be hard-pressed to say who did what, but it was Halee who settled between my legs, slipping two fingers into my body and her tongue between my pussy lips.

“Suck her boobies, Naomi,” Chelsey suggested, turning her head to the side to capture my mouth in a kiss.

Naomi licked my breasts and sucked on my nipples, while Chelsey and I remained liplocked as the heightening sensations rent my body asunder. And then I came, screaming into the mouth of an eleven-year-old girl. Finally, we all lay still, a sweaty, sticky mess of bodies all nestled together.

***

We didn’t bother to put clothes on after that. We helped Chelsey get propped into a sitting position on the foldout, and I managed to dig out drinks and chips in the kitchen. Dad didn’t have much in the way of snacks, and I made a mental note to get this kitchen stocked as quickly as possible. Chelsey’s phone chimed while we were munching; Halee retrieved it for her.

She looked it over, typed briefly, then tossed it onto the bed beside her. “Just my mom. She says she’ll be coming home soon, but I can stay where I’m at if I want. I told her I’m fine here.”

“Did they get their errands done, then?” I asked.

“I don’t think it even was errands,” Chelsey replied with a roll of her eyes. “Mom’s got this new friend she likes to go drink and hang out with. I’ve been out there a few times, but she doesn’t really like bringing me. So she and Aunt Judy make up dumb excuses why I should stay home.”

“A new friend? Here in town?” I said, wondering who on earth it could be. Few people in Bronning voluntarily associated with Lisa Milne.

“Naw, there’s this old blue house back in the woods towards the end of Shadow Lake Road.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Half-collapsed barn, old rusty farm machinery all over?”

“Yeah! That’s the place. When have you been there?”

I shook my head. “We had a frequent flier who used to live there.”

“Frequent flier?” Chelsey inquired, her head cocked.

“Oh, that just means someone who calls the ambulance a lot. There was this middle-aged alcoholic who used to live out there. He died over a year ago. The house was disgusting; smelled of piss and rotten food. I figured whoever bought the property would just level the buildings. I’m kind of surprised someone is living there.”

***

Sleeping arrangements worked out to be Halee and I in Dad’s former bedroom, Chelsey and Naomi on the foldout. The girls had packed pajamas in overnight bags, and I found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in Dad’s dresser. Halee and I lay in each other’s arms, not talking much, listening to giggling and chatter from the living room, followed shortly thereafter by rapid, ragged breathing. We looked at each other, chuckled, and then lay back again. We heard a moan that could only have come from Chelsey’s lips, then another. Then a quiet cry from Naomi.

I felt motion, looked to my right, and watched the blanket ripple and twist as Halee’s hand worked furiously between her legs..

Placing a hand on her thigh and gliding upwards beneath her nightgown, I murmured, “Allow me,” She smiled, allowing me to replace her hand with mine. As my finger found its way into her slippery folds, I felt her hand glide down my belly, then slip beneath the waistband of my Dad’s old sweats.

We just lay there together, fingering each other, trying to be quiet so we could hear the rising crescendo of sexual need fulfilled in the living room. Finally, there was a keening wail as Naomi reached her pinnacle, followed by a series of short, sharp cries from Chelsey. Then silence. A moment later I felt Halee convulse under my hand, and the added jolt of excitement was enough to tip me over the edge.

Silence descended upon the house. I thought Halee might have fallen asleep, then suddenly she spoke.

“Nettie, what are we? I mean… I like you. I maybe even love you. But I don’t think we’re really girlfriends, do you?”

“No, not really,” I said, after giving it a moment’s thought. “You’re really special to me, though. Whatever it is we have, I hope it’s something we can keep for a long time.”

“That’s how I feel, too,” she said. “I don’t think I’m ready for forever, you know? But I really like you, and doing stuff with Naomi or Chelsey just isn’t the same as doing stuff with you. Does that make sense?”

“All the sense in the world,” I told her. “I think we’re in a good place at the moment.”

***

The dream was even more vivid than usual, and I woke up screaming. I mean a full-on, deep-throated scream that could have awakened the dead. Fortunately, the two girls in the living room slept even more soundly than the dead, and weren’t roused by it. But Halee was. She was at my side in a second as I huddled in a ball, shivering, sweat popping out all over my body. I fought tears, knowing that I would lose.

I pushed Halee back, trying to be gentle. “Go b-back to sleep.” It came out as a sob.

“What… no way.” She wrapped her arms around me. “This is the same as that night at my house. Nettie, what is it?”

I pushed myself out of her arms and off the bed, shaking so violently my legs very nearly failed to support me. I stumbled through the door and stumbled down the hall, ducking into Dad’s game room. There was a pool table, foosball, a dartboard, and a few old arcade games against the wall. I huddled up on the love seat, hugging my knees.The tears were falling; no force on earth would make them stop. But now I was far enough from the living room that when I inevitably started sobbing, the younger girls wouldn’t hear.

Halee slipped through the door, crossed the room, sat down beside me on the love seat and pulled me close. “Nettie, tell me, damn it. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t talk about it.” I hated the choked, hitchy voice that emerged from my throat. Hated being this weak. “You should go back to bed, Halee. There’s nothing you can do, and I don’t want anybody to see me like this.” My voice was rising in pitch, making me sound like a whiny adolescent.

“That’s stupid,” she said bluntly. “You’re hurting, and you need help.”

“This is s-so pathetic.” I got out. The sobs were taking me now, wracking my body in spasms.

“No, it’s not. What’s pathetic is running away from people who care about you.” She guided my head to her chest, and I had no more strength to resist. I wept as though I would die, my face mashed against her barely-there breasts.

I don’t know how long we sat there like that, but finally I got myself under control, and let her lead me back to bed like a little child. She wrapped herself around me and fell asleep almost instantly. Me, I lay awake for a long time, letting the demons walk and talk inside my head. Finally, they shut up, and I drifted off.

***

I woke up to Naomi shaking my arm.

I quickly sat up. “God, what time is it?”

“Almost nine-thirty. I just got up. Halee’s not here, and Chelsey wanted me to come get you right away.”

Alarm bells went off in my head. Ignoring the need to pee, I followed Naomi to the kitchen, where Chelsey sat at the table, her injured leg propped up on one of the chairs. The girls had made breakfast with instant oatmeal packets they’d found in the cupboards.

“What’s going on?” I wanted to know.

“Well,” said Chelsey, “me and Halee were up, and I was showing her some pictures I have on my phone. Then she just suddenly got really quiet and kind of weird. She told me she wasn’t feeling good, and was gonna walk home.”

Icy fingers gripped my gut. It was only a week earlier that Halee had pleaded illness to inform Terry and I of the missing teenagers at school. “What was in the pictures?”

“Lots of stuff. But I have one that I took when I first got the phone and was playing around with it. You know, trying to figure out how the camera worked. That was right before I got hurt. We were at my mom’s new friend’s house, you know, the one we were talking about last night?”

She drew in a deep breath. “Anyway, Halee saw this picture and that’s when it got weird. She took off just a couple of minutes after that.”

“Show me.”

Chelsey picked up her phone, swiped at it a few times, then held it up for me to see. It was a picture of three women sitting on a sofa. I recognized the room at once; it was the living room of that old farmhouse on Shadow Lake Road. Someone had cleaned things up and put in a nicer couch, but the view of farmyard detritus through the window hadn’t changed.

Two of the women I knew: Lisa and Judy Milne, Chelsey’s mother and aunt. To one side of the sofa was an elegant-looking blonde woman with curly hair and designer clothing. She was clearly of Scandinavian ancestry. I felt like it was someone I’d seen before, perhaps in a picture or something. The women were engaged in conversation, and didn’t appear to notice they were being photographed.

I took the phone from her, trying to think where I’d seen the blonde lady before. Naomi came up behind me, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned my head towards her. She was staring at the phone wide-eyed, all the color drained from her face.

“Naomi, what’s wrong?” I said, alarmed.

“Her,” she said, stabbing a finger at the blonde woman on the screen.

“Yeah, I feel like I know her from somewhere,” I said.

“From pictures at my house,” Naomi said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Nettie, that’s my mom.”

Seconds later, I was dashing into the living room where my clothes had been dumped, scrabbling around in the pocket of yesterday’s jeans for my keys. I thought about getting out of Dad’s sweatpants, but decided to not waste the time.

“I have to go out for a bit,” I told them. “You two are old enough to be okay on your own for awhile.”

“Nettie, what’s going on?” Naomi was almost in tears.

“I don’t know,” I said, “but try not to worry. It’s probably nothing. Dad had every streaming account in existence; why don’t you two watch a movie or something?”

Keys and phone in hand, I got to the entryway, shoved my bare feet into my sneakers, grabbed my jacket and fled. Running to the car, I pulled up Terry’s number with trembling hands.

On to Chapter Seventeen!

by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis

The place was huge, so it was ages before we got our suitcases. But finally, we were queueing at passport control. Things went quicker here, and soon we were waved through to arrivals.

I wasn’t at all sure that I would recognise Tinus and Agetha Claydermans, the couple who were supposed to meet us. I’d only met them once. Turns out I didn’t need to worry – the bush hat was the giveaway on the tall, leathery-skinned guy, and I recognised the short but tough-looking lady straight away. How could I forget her smile? And of course, standing just behind them was Vusumuzi, the old Zulu who’d worked for Dad.

Lucy let go of her case and ran. “Vusumuzi!” she cried as she charged at the bent old African. Taking my sister in his arms, he rocked her gently, greeting her in his own language. Lucy spoke his tongue better than I did, because I’d always been at boarding school whilst she had studied at home.

He bowed his head towards me, “UMaddie, ingane yami” (Maddie, hello my child), he said.

The drive upcountry took almost as long as the flight had, but I was happy to see all the familiar places from my childhood. The people, the animals, and the scenery. It felt like coming home.

Lucy and I were tired and jet-lagged, though, and it wasn’t long before we both fell asleep in the car.

I awoke with a jump. We were fording the river, and then I knew we were only a couple of miles from the farmhouse. It had already gone dark, but I could still make out the places where I used to explore.

I reached out and touched Mr Clandermans’ shoulder. “Could we stop here for a minute, please?”

He understood. Pulling to the side of the road, he switched off the engine. I took hold of Lucy’s hand. “Come.”

Emerging from the car, we walked to the small clearing. It had been lovingly kept, clean and tidy. There were fresh flowers in front of the gravestone. Vusumuzi had silently followed us. Feeling his presence behind me, I turned and looked searchingly at his face. He nodded. “I look after.”

I am not a religious person, so I didn’t pray, but at that moment, I knew how deeply I missed my father. I read the inscription under his name: The Protector of Animals. I’d forgotten those words. Suddenly, I was sobbing, my hands resting on the stone marker.

Lucy held me as I cried. Vusumuzi murmured softly, reciting a prayer to his own gods.

They helped me to my feet as I calmed down. My long pent-up emotions had finally been released. I pulled them both to me, but spoke to Vusumuzi. “Thank you, dear friend.”

***

The farmhouse hadn’t changed. Oh, little touches here and there, but the furniture and fittings were still the same. Lucy and I stood still, looking and remembering. The Clandermanses waited. Tears were once more rolling down my cheeks.

“Home,” I whispered and Lucy gave my hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Clandermans finally broke the silence. “I think maybe you would like to wash, then we eat. Or do you need to sleep?”

“Thank you for allowing us into your home, Mrs. Clandermans,” I said. “It’s very kind of you. We’re tired, yes, but we’re also very hungry.”

“My child, it is your home as well. Make it such. Please, both of you, call me Agetha, and my husband is Tinus, but we call him Tiny.”

I smiled at her as I wiped the tears away. I loved her stilted English and the strong Afrikaans twang to it. “And yes, a wash would be fantastic,” I said.

“You know the way,” she replied.

The meal was wonderful. Hungry? I was ravenous. The wine Tiny served was different from anything I’d ever had. A white wine, crisp and very dry, with a strong earthy, even flinty taste.

Tiny explained that several farmers had formed a cooperative and planted vines up on the hillside. The soil was volcanic, which gave the wine its distinctive flavour. He owned a one-ninth share in the business.

Lucy was drinking fresh orange juice. She didn’t like the wine. It pleased me to see how happy my sister looked, tired as she was.

Once the meal was finished, I got up and began to clear the table. “Maddie, you two are our guests,” Agetha said. “You do not work. Please, you will take your sister to bed? I think she is ready, yes?”

Her tone was quite firm, so I didn’t argue. And I realised I was so tired I might have dropped a few of the dishes on the way to the sink.

“You have two rooms or one,” Agetha said. “What you are used to you can do.” We said our goodnights and went to my old room. We could barely keep our eyes open as we cleaned our teeth.

I would’ve liked to share a bed with my sister, but we decided it was best to sleep apart. It wouldn’t do for us to get carried away with each other and get caught making love by Agetha or Tiny.

***

I could smell the coffee when I dragged myself awake. For a moment I was lost, then leaped out of bed and crossed the room to where Lucy lay. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, sleepy, time to move,” I said.

She opened her eyes. “Kiss,” she said. “A proper morning kiss for your favourite sister.”

Listening for the sound of approaching feet, I gave Lucy a deep, passionate kiss. It had been days since we’d had sex, and I was already thinking about how to get an hour or so of privacy for the two of us.

Soon we were showered and in clean clothes. The table was already laid for breakfast when we walked in. “Morning, little ones,” Agetha said. “You like tea or coffee?”

“Oh, coffee for me, please,” I answered, “and juice for Lucy, if that’s okay.”

After breakfast, Tiny said he was going up to the vineyards and asked if we’d like to go along. Lucy said she’d love to, but I declined. After the long trip, I wanted to take it easy today, visiting my old haunts.

An hour later, I was kneeling at Dad’s grave again. This time, I didn’t cry. Instead, I sat and remembered. Remembered the man who had been my father. So kind and loving to both people and animals.

A voice interrupted my thoughts. “Sorry to be a bother, but I haven’t seen you round here before. Are you a Clandermans?”

It was a woman, somewhere in her early thirties, I reckoned. She had a pretty face, almost hidden under a huge floppy bush hat. The rest of her was concealed by a loose-fitting shirt and trousers.

“No, but I used to live here before we went back to England.” I pointed at the grave. “That’s my father.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded.” She took a few steps away.

“No, it’s fine. Please don’t go. I cried yesterday. Today I’m reminiscing, is all.” I stood and held out my hand. “I’m Maddie.”

She shook my hand firmly, something I always like in another woman. “I’m Susan, but you can call me Susy… and in case you wondered, I’m not trespassing, I have Mr Clandermans’ permission to come and go as I please.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m seconded to an animal medical research group. We’re investigating some problems in this area. I’m a vet – not normally with wild animals, but the opportunity came up, so I jumped at it. To see Africa and the wildlife in its natural environment, not locked up in a zoo. And the chance to learn.”

“Goodness, that sounds wonderful. It’s kind of what my dad did.”

“Oh, I know. The people I’m working with speak highly of him.”

A tear rose in my eye, and I quickly brushed it away. Susy took my hand. “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me.”

“Don’t worry about it. We only got here yesterday and I’m still coming to terms with my memories.” I instinctively liked this woman. “So tell me, do you know the area well yet? Have you been here long?”

“No, only a couple of days, I don’t really start until next week. I was just having a wander about, finding my way around. I seemed to have got a bit lost in the bush, but I knew where I was when I saw the road over there.”

“Me, I was just revisiting my old secret places. Would you like to come along?”

She agreed, and we set off along a faint trail. Most anyone would have found it hard to see, but my forest skills were returning to me like it was yesterday. “There’s this one place you’ve got to see. It’s about two miles from here, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I was carrying a fairly long, stout piece of marula wood that I’d broken off from a fallen tree. She raised a questioning eyebrow. “What’s the stick for?”

“To push through the thorn bushes when we get near to where we’re going,” I explained. “Besides, it’s always sensible to carry in the bush just in case you meet anything unfriendly. Probably useless, but it makes me feel safer.”

The ground started to rise quite steeply until there was nothing but bare black rock underfoot. The last few hundred feet was a hard slog, but I finally reached the top and held out my hand to help Susy up the last bit. She looked around and let out a gasp. “Heavens, what a beautiful place!”

I nodded. “My dad said that thousands of years ago, when the river formed, it hit these rocks dead centre. The river split in two and went around both sides, so this was once an island. Then one side silted over, and the river just went around the other side, so it ended up with these rocks at the centre of a large loop before it flowed straight on. Nobody ever comes here. It’s quite hard to get to, and anyway, who would want to? There was only ever me. Well, now I’ve shown you my secret hiding place.”

“My God, Maddi, thank you so much, it’s… well, it’s magical.”

We sat in the shade of the lone acacia tree, talking about the work my dad had done, his fight against the poachers, and the sick or injured animals that he tried to nurse back to health.

The trek through the bush had been hot work, but now, with a gentle breeze wafting up from the river, we had cooled down. Susy removed her hat and shook out her hair. My first thought was of how beautiful she was, but then I was startled by her age – so much younger than I had expected.

She caught my stare. “What is it?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry. Somehow I thought you were much older. Now, I see, you’re not so far from my age.”

She gave a small laugh. “I’m twenty-three.”

Susy went on to tell me she’d not been qualified for long and only got the most basic jobs – medicating flocks of sheep and such. It had all got a bit boring, but she hoped that would change with this new job.

Occasionally, I would point to a beautiful bird swooping after dragonflies, or the deer and antelope coming down for a drink at the water’s edge.

It was mid-afternoon when I said that we ought to be getting back, I didn’t want the Clandermans worrying about me. We walked in file until the trail widened a little. Then we were side by side.

Suddenly I whispered, “Quiet, stay still.” I gently took her hand.

“What is it? I don’t see anything.”

“Move your head slowly and look up in the branches of that tree right ahead. Can you see? It’s a cheetah.”

“Yes! I see it… my God, it’s beautiful.” She watched for a while. “Er, we are safe, right? It won’t attack us?”

“No, it knows we’re here but it’s not interested in us. As long as we just watch for a little while, he won’t be bothered.”

Just like any cat, it lay stretched out with legs dangling either side of the branch, lazily licking a paw. Then it stood and gave its whole body a huge rolling stretch before it jumped from the tree and disappeared through the undergrowth.

Susy turned to me and pulled me into a hug. “Maddie, thank you. It’s been such a marvellous day.”

I felt her breasts press into me through her shirt. Oh God, my nipples were stiffening. Please don’t let her notice. God, that would be embarrassing. 

I quickly turned from her. “Come on, this way. We’re almost there.”

I knew that I wanted to see her again. “You’re still free tomorrow, right? Why don’t you hang out with me again? I’ll have a picnic made up. Bring a bathing costume, so we can have a swim. Please say you will.”

“I’d love to come with you again. Swim – is it safe to swim in the river? Besides, I don’t have a costume.”

“The river’s perfectly safe – no crocodiles around here. If you haven’t got a costume, well, just swim in your underwear. There’s no one to see us, so we’ll be fine.”

I swear Susy blushed, but she agreed. We fixed a time, and I told her not to bring anything except a towel. After a peck on my cheek, she was gone.

***

Lucy had also enjoyed her day, and had already arranged to go out with Tiny again. Of course, this suited me just fine. He was going to take one of his lower-bore rifles out and give her a few shooting lessons. She’d complained over lunch that I was a capable shot with a rifle or pistol, but she’d never been allowed to handle a gun. Of course, Agetha frowned, but as Tiny pointed out, it was always good to at least know which end of a gun was which when you lived in the wild.

I asked Agetha about putting a picnic together and told her about Susy. She said yes, she’d met Susy and thought she was very nice. She was pleased that I had made a friend so quickly. And of course, she would be happy to prepare a picnic lunch for us.

Tiny asked where we were going. After I explained, he insisted I take a shotgun with me. Not to kill anything, but to scare something off if I needed to. Very occasionally, lions were seen around that area. He also suggested that his old battery-powered radio would come in handy. A burst of static was usually enough to keep anything away.

***

From my seat on the verandah, I saw Susy a few hundred yards away, walking down the road. Again, she wore a bush shirt and trousers, but they were a better fit than those she’d worn the day before. I realised that I was studying her figure. 

Shit! I thought, I fancy her. I resolved to be careful not to flirt with Susy. I liked her and I wanted her as a friend. If she knew I liked girls, it might frighten her away.

She waved when she saw me, then broke into a trot. Right away, I forgot my resolve. “Hey, you’re running,” I said. “What – couldn’t wait to see me again?”

Oh God, I thought. I’m supposed to be behaving.

I saw a hint of pink appear on Susy’s cheek, but she laughed. “No, I just want to see the river again.”

Noticing the shotgun, she frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

I explained what Tiny had said and she understood the sense of it. We said goodbye to Agetha, then set off the same way as the previous day. It was clear just how easily we got along together, almost as if we’d been friends for years.

I cautioned Susy to step quietly as we approached the cheetah’s tree, but that day there was no sign of it.

At the river, we spread our towels out under the same acacia. I thought of Tiny’s suggestion of the radio but decided to ignore it. We wanted to see the animals, not frighten them away.

There were numerous birds to be seen, but no animals. Then I whispered to Susy, “Look, right over where the river comes into view.” There was a small sandy strip where, first one, then a few more appeared. Soon there were more than a dozen animals.

“Impala,” I said quietly.

They drank for ages, always nervously looking about. Then as quickly as they’d appeared, they shot away in graceful leaps and bounds. “Something scared them, but I can’t see anything,” Susy said.

“Hungry yet?” I asked, opening the large bag. “Oh, my, two bottles of wine. Is Agetha trying to get us drunk? Have you tasted the wine they make here yet? It’s a bit of an acquired taste, but I like it.”

Susy pulled a bit of a face when she tasted the wine, “It’s okay, but wouldn’t be my first choice,” she said. “I’m not complaining, mind.”

We lay side by side after we’d eaten, chatting for ages. Nothing significant, but I found it pleasant. It was quite easy to talk to her.

Feeling impulsive, I jumped to my feet. “I’m for a swim,” I said. “You coming?” and began to undress. I’d never been shy, so I didn’t give it a thought as my top, jeans and bra came off. A glance told me that Susy was nervous about being in her underwear in front of me.

I saw her hesitate. “Don’t be shy,” I said, giving her a playful nudge. ”It’s only me here.” Susy shrugged, then began to undress.

God, her figure was gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself, I just stared. Then I realised I should have kept my bra on, because my nipples were already responding to the sight. I snatched up my towel and draped it around my shoulders. Susy didn’t appear to have noticed.

“Let’s go this way,” I told her. “It’s not as steep around the side.” As we got nearer to the water, I added, “You can dive off the rock, it’s just deep enough… or you can wade in over there.”

I dumped my towel and dived straight in. I had forgotten just how cold the water was. Well, at least there was a reason for my nipples standing out now. Susy did the same, but quickly came up, “Fuck!” she said. “Oops! Sorry, but that’s bloody cold. You might have warned me.”

We laughed and splashed about for a while, but it really was too cold for us to stay in for long. “Come on, I’m freezing,” I said and climbed out. I reached a hand and pulled Susy up.

Two things hit me right away. One, her nipples were clearly erect under her bra, and two, her underthings were all but transparent. I quickly averted my eyes before she caught me looking, then tossed the towel to her.

Back at our spot, the rock was nice and warm, so we soon felt better. I poured us each a glass of wine, which we gulped down, then had another. “It does get better, the more you drink,” Susy said.

She lay on her back and I stretched out next to her on my stomach, our arms nearly touching. By then, the promise I’d made to refrain from seducing her was all but forgotten. Feeling especially bold, I reached down and pulled my panties off, then spread them out on the warm stone. “Too wet and uncomfortable,” I said, pretending not to notice Susy’s surprised expression. “I’m laying them out to dry. You should do the same.”

She surprised me by doing exactly that – this time without hesitation. That’s what several glasses of wine will do to you, I reckoned. Our nipples were back to normal now that we’d warmed up a bit, but the heat that hissed and raged beneath my belly couldn’t be ignored..

I saw she had a small tattoo at the top of her arm, just below the shoulder – a tiny cherub blowing a small circle of clouds. I reached my fingers to touch it. “That’s nice, I like that.” I didn’t consciously realise it, but my fingers lingered there, slowly tracing circles around the tat.

And I was staring at her boobs again. Oh, shit! I could see her nipples slowly getting larger again. It’s my fingers on her shoulder, I thought. It must be. I let them softly trace down her arm a little, then back up to the tattoo. She didn’t protest, so I did it again.

But then she said in a very soft voice, “Maddie, you’re touching me.”

“Your skin, it’s so lovely and soft. I just wanted to feel it… do you mind?”

Susy didn’t answer, but she turned her head a little to peer at me, a puzzled expression on her face. I kept my finger moving but this time when I reached her shoulder, I continued to her neck, lightly grazing Susy’s skin, finally tracing her mouth.

My eyes still locked on hers, I leaned forward until my lips brushed her arm. That was when she finally spoke. “Maddie, you – you shouldn’t.”

My fingers drifted from Susy’s lips to the hollow of her neck, where I paused. “Why?” I said. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You only have to say the words.” My fingers moved again, this time to the swell of her breasts. Again I paused, all the while gazing into her wide-open eyes. She didn’t answer.

I let the palm of my hand slide down until I was cupping Susy’s breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. My lips were still touching her arm. Extending my tongue, I licked her skin. She just stared.

Pushing myself up onto an elbow, I drew closer to my new friend’s chest. I was ready to stop if she told me to, but she never did.

My lips closed around a nipple, and I gently sucked it. I saw Susy’s eyes close. Yes! She had surrendered to me. She was mine.

I licked the stiffened nipple with a hard flick of my tongue. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand as the other slowly came to rest over mine, the one cupping her other breast.

I kissed Susy all over, each kiss bolder than the last. Between kisses, I licked her skin. Her belly tensed and she inhaled sharply as my lips explored, moving from side to side, pausing only long enough for my tongue to dip briefly into her navel. A little further down and I found – not hair, just a lovely, smooth, shaven vulva.

For a moment she resisted when I parted her thighs, but then she let them fall open, allowing my tongue to slip down to where her inner thigh met her groin. I could see the glistening of her sex, and knew she was aroused and wet. I kissed all around her pussy, never quite touching it. Her hands were gripping and bunching the towel.

I heard Susy moan, and I knew it was time to make my new lover come. I moved between her legs, my lips just grazing the moist labia. With fingers on either side, I gently separated them and pressed my face to her inviting treasure, tasting her at last.

Oh, my God, her glorious taste… it had me glowing like the sun. I knew now that this had been my aim since I first saw her. I’d hidden it with thoughts of friendship, but had only been lying to myself.

Gripping Susy’s thighs, I pulled her hard to my mouth, moving my head from side to side, revelling in her freely flowing wetness.

I brought one hand back to her pussy, parting Susy’s folds until her clit rose into view, inviting my tongue. I heard an, “Ooooh!” as I licked it, then sucked the inflamed bud into my mouth, forming a tight O around it.

“Maddie! Oh God, Maddie, love me.”

Placing three fingers at her opening, I penetrated deep into Susy’s vagina. As I began to work them back and forth, her hips flexed and lifted to meet my pumping arm. The muscles inside bore down on my fingers with every thrust, and I knew she was close to climaxing.

She clutched at my hair, howling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over. Then suddenly she cried, “Oh, fuck!” and jerked violently, coming for me. I kept licking her clit, though my hand could hardly move anymore – she was gripping my fingers so tightly inside.

Her body shuddered again. “Fuck, yes. Shit! Shit! Sh… sh… i… t!” Her hold on my hand relaxed and I began to pull out. “No, don’t!” she pleaded. “Stay there for a little longer, please.” I continued to kiss her clit, but very gently. Finally, she said, “Okay… I’ve had enough.”

I withdrew my hand and sat up to look at her. She stared back in disbelief. “My God… you just fucked me, and we haven’t even kissed yet!”

I climbed on top of her and brought my lips to hers. “Taste yourself,” I told her, and we shared the longest, most wonderful kiss of my life.

I finally pulled away, and Susy’s eyes popped open. “Did you plan this all along?” she asked,

“Honestly, I didn’t. I wanted to, but I told myself to behave and not risk our friendship. I guess I fucked up.”

“Maddie, I’ve never been with a woman before. I was getting a feeling about you, and it frightened me. I nearly sent a note to tell you I couldn’t make it today. Then I told myself I was imagining things. But I wasn’t, was I?”

“Susy, I really did try to be good. But you got me so excited… and in the end, I couldn’t resist you any longer. I’m sorry. Please don’t be cross with me.”

She laughed. “Do I look cross, you little fool? You were magic. I never imagined I could feel that good!”

I brushed the trace of a tear from the corner of her eye… though to tell the truth, I was feeling a little tearful myself. “Susy, you’ve made me so happy,” I whispered. Then we were kissing again.

Suddenly she broke away, pushing at my shoulder. “Can I – can I try? I’d like to give you those feelings.” she said, nudging me over until I was on my back.

Susy tentatively placed a hand on my breast, giving it a little squeeze, feeling it as if she’d never touched one before. Her fingers came to a nipple, and she lovingly toyed with it, marvelling at the stiff, proud little soldier. I watched as her mouth came nearer, and my nipple disappeared between her lips. I felt her tongue twirling around and around as she teased it.

She emulated exactly what I’d done, kissing me everywhere as she travelled down my body. My excitement mounted in anticipation of what I knew was to come. Susy moved between my legs, gazing at my lower lips. I raised my knees and spread myself wide, then reached down and opened my cunt, giving her a view deep inside.

Still she stared, not moving, just looking. I pulled my hood back, took hold of my clit between finger and thumb and I slowly massaged it, feeling it grow. I reached around the outside of my thigh, searching for her hand. When I had it, I bunched two of her fingers and brought them to my pussy, drawing them slowly inside.

Susy glanced up at me and smiled. Then her head came down, she pushed my fingers away, and her lips settled on me. She lapped at my juices, then pulled back, mulling over their taste. Then she smiled again and went to work, sucking and fingering me. She no longer needed my guidance.

I’d built up such anticipation, so much need, that I wasn’t going to last very long. No sooner had the thought occurred to me than my orgasm began. I had only one last thought: Oh God, please don’t let me squirt in her face. She’s not ready for that!

My head went back, my body arched and tightened. I clutched her fingers. Then I lost all control. I’m not usually noisy during sex, but this time I heard myself scream as my body was convulsed by sensations of pure ecstasy.

When I eventually opened my eyes, Susy was gazing at me with a look of awe. I gave her a weary smile, then began to tell her how wonderful that was, but she spoke first. “My God, Maddie… do you always come that hard?”

I drew Susy up to me, wrapping both arms around her. “My love, that was all because of you,” I whispered.

“It was?” she said. “Oh, my.”

On to Chapter Three!

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, including police chief George Fronse, as Terry’s ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she takes a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter. As Chapter 14 ends, Nettie and Terry rescue a car crash victim who Terry somehow seems to know.

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

There’s nothing like twilight to throw decay into sharp relief. As Terry and I cruised back into Bronning, the ambulance decelerating smoothly as county highway transitioned into the main drag, I was struck by how old most of downtown was… and how poorly maintained.

The red brick of Tion’s drugstore was cracked and weathered; the rock-wall facade of the pub missing large chunks. As Terry turned the corner onto Marshall Avenue towards the ambulance garage, my eyes roamed the rust and ruin of Thomas’s service station, long since shuttered. They stopped pumping gas and changing oil before I was even born, and no one has bothered to repurpose the building.

By the time we’d dropped Darren Sanders off at the Melville hospital, he was hanging on by a thread. His level of consciousness had deteriorated markedly after that one moment of semi-lucidity, to the point at which he was no longer able to protect his airway. I’d ended up intubating him less than ten minutes out from the hospital.

Brian Severson, who had driven the ambulance during transport, didn’t come back to Bronning with us. His wife was a nurse in Melville, and he decided to hang around town until she got off shift. I had only Terry for company on the thirty-minute drive home, and he’d been stonily uncommunicative, responding to my attempts to draw him out with one or two word sentences. Eventually I gave up and set about finishing my report.

“Oh, look,” Terry said suddenly. “Special Agent Perky Tits wants to talk to us.”

I looked ahead and sure enough… the black DEA Suburban was nosed up to the sidewalk in front of the station, and I could make out Bridgett in the driver’s seat. Terry swung the rig onto the concrete apron, thumbing the garage door opener clipped to the visor as he did so. The driver’s door of the Suburban popped open, and Bridgett gracefully swung her legs onto the pavement.

She was standing in the garage next to the conference room door as I exited the ambulance, the face sheet, ECG printout, and laptop tucked under my arm. “Let’s talk,” she said simply.

As the garage door trundled down, I punched in the key code to access the conference room. Terry brushed past me and flung himself into a chair, his expression hard as flint. Bridgett and I followed at a more sedate pace. I eased into the chair to Terry’s left, placing my hand on his forearm and squeezing. Bridgett sat on the opposite side of the table, facing us.

“I just got off the phone with the hospital,” she said, “so I already know what the medical situation is. Did he say anything before you intubated him?”

“He was lucid for a couple of minutes when we were maybe halfway there,” I replied. “Not really oriented, but alert, if you understand the distinction. Kept asking us to tell Kathy, whatever that means. When I asked him what we should tell her, he couldn’t answer. We did get a name… Darren Sanders.”

“You don’t have to cover for me, Nettie,” Terry broke in, his voice savage. “I remembered his name, and he confirmed it.”

Bridgett looked down at the table, lacing her hands in front of her. It was only a moment before she looked up again. “Then I’m sure you’re already aware of his association with your ex-wife. Mr. Sanders was a point of contact between buyers and sellers in some very high-profile narcotics smuggling operations, and was arrested at the same time as Ms. Wilder. Like her, he was able to have his sentence reduced to mandatory minimum by pointing some fingers. They were very highly placed in a very large organization, but there were even bigger fish to be caught. If not for that, they’d still be rotting in prison.”

“Any idea what he might have been doing out there?” Terry wanted to know. “Or are you not telling?”

“I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you if I did know, but the honest truth is, I don’t,” she said flatly. “The tire tracks indicate he was entering Merlin Creek Drive, not exiting, and they weren’t fresh. My expert estimates he’d probably been lying there for eight to ten hours.”

“It’s lucky he got found when he did,” I said. “Another hour at most, he’d have been dead. Partly exposure, partly acidosis. The ph they got at the hospital was 6.8; that’s the lowest I’ve ever seen in a living person. Who found him, anyway?”

“A twelve-year-old kid walking out to Merlin Creek with a fishing pole and a tacklebox,” she replied.

Terry was nodding slowly. “I never got close enough to the meat locker itself to see much,” he said, “but according to the fuzz, there was an ATV trail going back into the woods behind the building. If the geography in my mental map is right, Merlin Creek Drive would skirt the edge of the valley on that side. Is that perhaps the route they’ve been using to get in and out?”

“There’s a passable trail through private land that connects to Merlin Creek Drive on the back end,” said Bridgett. “The owners of the property live out of state, and use it as fall hunting ground. That’s how the perps were passing back and forth unnoticed. We’ve got it completely cordoned off right now, but we can’t do that with Merlin Creek Drive proper, because there are residences on it.”

Terry inhaled deeply, then blew his breath out through pursed lips. His shoulders were rigid with tension, and he seemed on the verge of flipping the table over. I’d never seen him like this before.

“Something, Mr. Wilder?” Bridgett asked.

“Kathy,” he said. “I remembered his name when he said that. Because Sanders is the only person I ever met who referred to Kathryn as Kathy.”

Terry’s hands were trembling. “If I find out that she has anything whatsoever to do with this,” he said in the darkest tones I’d ever heard from him, “I swear to fucking Dionysus, I will personally strangle her with my bare hands.”

Bridgette’s eyes narrowed, “That would be a very bad idea, Mr. Wilder. If you learn anything at all, the way to approach it is to call me.”

“Sure,” he said bitterly. “call you. I remind you that you represent the system under which Kathryn was able to plead her sentence to practically nothing by fingering a few extra crooks. I further remind you that you represent the organization that I know damn well is still keeping tabs on me, because you believe me to have some level of culpability in my ex-wife’s former business activities. I want you to catch whomever is behind this, but you’ll have to forgive me for not having a whole lot of faith in the agency that has already as much as found me guilty by association.”

Bridgett was gazing back at him, her eyes never wavering. “We do the best we can with what we have,” she told him. “And I remind you that you lived with the de facto leader of an international drug cartel for ten years, and you either never picked up on it, ignored it, or were involved. Which one was it?”

Terry let out a short bark of laughter, then visibly relaxed. “So I’m an idiot, an accessory, or an accomplice. Pick your poison.” He leaned back, lacing both hands behind his head. “I think I’d almost prefer one of the latter, but I’m forced to confess here to the crime of idiocy. As I was telling Nettie earlier, looking back on my years with Kathryn, I understand your suspicions. I really do. Because the warning signs were numerous, and I utterly failed to see them for what they were. I could blame my career, the kids, or a thousand other factors, but honestly I don’t think any of them were the reason. I was just blindly smitten with her. I was like the dumb jackass who knows deep down his wife is fucking his best friend, but can’t admit it – even to himself.” He dropped his hands back into his lap. “I assume Kathryn’s still on probation. Where is she living at the moment?”

Bridgett looked down at her own hands, seeming to consider. Then she met his eyes. “Actually, no,” she said. “Her probation’s been over for almost a year. And… I’m skating on thin ice by telling you this, Mr. Wilder, but we don’t know where she is now. We were keeping an eye on her, but she left California about six months ago, and we don’t know where she ended up. We have a flag out, and we’ll find her the moment she uses her social security number, or her California driver’s license. So far, she hasn’t.”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. And I don’t suppose you have much hope of interviewing Sanders anytime soon.”

Bridgett opened her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it. “No chance,” I said. “They’re going to keep him under for days, at least. This kind of acidosis fucks up everything, and they’re not going to bring him out of it until they feel like they have some control. That’s if he ever wakes up… he might not. He’s a sick man.”

“That’s what the hospital told me,” said Bridgett. “At best, I won’t get any answers from that quarter for awhile, and by the time they let me near him he’ll probably be lucid enough to lawyer up.”

She studied Terry’s face intently. “It’s my gut feeling, sitting here talking to you, that you’re telling the truth,” she said to him. “But you understand that you’re still of interest.”

Terry spread his hands. “From the moment the investigation into Kathryn’s activities began, I’ve been of interest. Don’t think I’m unaware.”

Bridgett nodded to him and stood. “Then we’re done here. If either of you thinks of anything that might help us, please come to me.”

The three of us parted ways outside the station, Terry and I turning towards his Equinox, and Bridgett sliding behind the wheel of the black Suburban. Before she closed the door, Terry turned suddenly towards her.

“Agent Ramscone.” She turned to meet his eyes.

“I know you probably can’t answer this,” he said, “but I have to ask. Aside from the very circumstantial things we’ve already covered, do you have any reason to suspect Kathryn’s involvement?”

I turned towards him, startled at his tone. There was a note of pleading there. It was, by a long shot, the most vulnerable I’d ever seen him.

“No,” said Bridgett, her gaze never wavering. “Just the fact that two of her former henchmen are in the area, and the name Kathy. Nothing else. And you’re right, I shouldn’t be answering that question. Good night, Mr. Wilder. Ms. Hastings.” She closed the car door and started the engine.

I placed a hand on Terry’s arm, and he turned his head towards me. Sorrow was etched into every line of his face, and I died a little at the sight of it.

“Come on,” I said gently. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

***

Halee and Naomi were just clearing the dinner table when we returned. There was still plenty of chili in the crock pot, so Terry and I helped ourselves to steaming bowls. Chelsey was still there, not having heard back yet from her mother or aunt.

“Doesn’t your mom want you home for school tomorrow?” I inquired.

Chelsey rolled her eyes. “Like she cares,” she said bitterly, then brightened. “Anyway, it’s a five-day weekend. No school until Thursday.”

Halee padded back into the living room. “Do you need company tonight, Nettie? I can stay up as late as I want.”

“So can I, actually,” said Naomi. “Maybe we could have a girl’s night right here in the living room!”

I had to suppress a groan.

“In my living room?” Terry said in mock horror. He was back to his usual impenetrable self, and I was glad to see it.

I thought fast. Maybe we could salvage something of the evening after all. “My place would be better,” I said. “We don’t have to be quiet.”

“Nettie,” said Terry in long-suffering tones. “Perhaps this has escaped your attention, but you live in an apartment building.”

“I mean my new place,” I said. “I’ve decided; I’m moving into Dad’s house. We could try it out for size tonight.”

Terry cocked an eyebrow. “I figured that’s what you’d end up doing. Why you’d want to let this pair of heathen barbarians into your house is beyond me, but you can take ‘em along if you want.”

“What about me?” Dawn piped up.

“And me!” chorused Maya.

I opened my mouth and closed it without speaking, trying to decide how I was supposed to handle this one, when Terry came to my rescue.

“Maya,” he said, “your friend Gina is being dropped off first thing in the morning, so you need to be here. Dawn, I forbade you to go to anyone’s house until you cleaned your room, a task I know without looking that you have utterly failed to accomplish. Besides, neither one of you is cleared yet to stay up as late as they’re likely to. It’s a big girl party. Your day will come.”

Maya just shrugged and resumed building with her mega-bloks. Dawn took the admonition with somewhat less grace, flinging herself down upon the couch. Chelsey sighed.

“I guess I should probably give my mom a call,” she said, sounding a little woebegone. She pulled out her phone, selected a number from her contacts, and brought it to her ear.

“Hi, Mom,” she said. There was a moment’s pause. “Yeah,” she said, “it’s about time for me to go home.” Another hesitation. “I could ask them, I guess.” She took the phone away from her face. “Mom was wondering if one of you would drop me off at home. They’re not going to be back till late. I’ll manage all right on my own until they show up.”

“You’re welcome to stay here,” said Terry. He turned towards his elder daughters, who were standing together by the couch. “Under the circumstances, ladies, perhaps I could prevail upon you to keep the party at our house for your friend’s sake.”

“Or,” I put in quickly, “if her mother doesn’t mind, she’s welcome to join us at my place.”

Chelsey’s face split wide into a grin.

“Mom,” she said excitedly, bringing the phone back to her face, “Halee and Naomi are having a girl’s night at Nettie Hastings’ house, and I just got invited. Can I go, Mom? Please?”

***

It was Halee who suggested the game of Truth or Dare. It surprised me; I don’t remember playing it until I was well into my teens, and always thought of it as an adult game of sorts. Later, I wondered if Halee and Chelsey had put their heads together and planned the whole thing at some point between her mom saying yes and the four of us sprawling out on my dad’s luxurious living room furniture.

Before we’d left Terry’s house, I’d gotten him aside and asked if he needed me to stay. His earlier consternation hadn’t been lost on me, and I wanted to be there for him if I could. He’d just flashed me that disarming grin, informed me that he had a little company lined up for after Dawn was in bed, and thanked me for asking.

“Truth,” said Naomi.

“Have you ever been kissed?” Chelsey asked without hesitation. “I mean a real kiss; not like from your parents.”

“No!” Naomi replied with giggling vehemence.

“How sad for you,” Halee said.

“Well, have you?” Naomi demanded to know.

Halee smiled sweetly. “I’m not the one under scrutiny here, now am I?” I couldn’t help but reflect on how much her speech patterns were starting to resemble those of her father.

Naomi rolled her eyes at her sister and turned towards me. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

Naomi hesitated. “What I want to ask is, um, kinda personal,” she said.

“It’s supposed to be personal,” I replied. “Go ahead and ask.”

“Well, remember what you told us about yourself at dinner last week?” She cast a nervous glance towards Chelsey, as if just then remembering that she hadn’t been there.

“You mean that I’m bisexual?”

Naomi looked relieved. “Yeah, that. I was just wondering: have you ever had an actual girlfriend?”

“Several,” I replied. I turned towards Halee. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

I got bold. “Do you like to French kiss?”

“Love it.”

Naomi’s eyes popped. “And just who have you been kissing?!”

Again, that sardonically sweet smile. “That wasn’t the question, now was it?”

Halee directed her attention towards Chelsey, with whom she was sharing the love seat. Chelsey’s bum leg was stretched out before her on a plush footrest.

“What’ll it be?” she said.

In retrospect, I think it must have been premeditated on their part. The seating, the order of play… it was just too perfect.

“Dare,” said Chelsey.

“Kiss me,” said Halee.

My heart caught in my throat. Chelsey leaned towards Halee. Halee placed a hand on the girl’s cheek, and their mouths met, open. They kissed tenderly but firmly, a kiss that was clearly not their first. I was thoroughly surprised… and equally aroused.

The kiss lasted a good fifteen seconds or so, and then they parted. Naomi was leaning forward, elbows on her knees, her jaw slack. I realized my own mouth was hanging open, and closed it with a snap.

The two girls on the love seat were looking at us now. Halee’s expression was one of triumph. Chelsey looked nervous. Naomi found her voice first.

“What the heck?!”

“That’s hell, sis,” Halee said, her familiar sarcasm firmly in place. “Heck is nowhere near scary enough.”

Over my initial shock, I was smiling now. “Okay, spill,” I said. “What’s going on with you two?”

Seeing it was okay, Chelsey smiled back. “Halee taught me to kiss last night.”

Naomi goggled at them. “When?”

“When you were snoring like an overworked chainsaw,” Halee put in. Naomi stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“She did say that kissing girls sounded like fun,” Halee went on with a shrug. “I just thought she should have a chance to find out. Now, are we playing a game, or what?”

Chelsey turned towards Naomi, who was seated in the very recliner in which I’d eaten out Bridgett Ramscone the day before.

“Truth or dare.”

Naomi gave her head a little shake. “Truth.”

“Did watching us kiss make you feel tingly inside?”

“Ummm… a little.” Naomi was studying her hands; avoiding everyone’s gaze.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I told her in a gentle voice.

Naomi looked at me, her lip twisted. “But she’s my sister. Besides, I don’t like girls that way!”

“Maybe you do and you didn’t know it,” I said. “I was just a little older than you when I realized I did. I wouldn’t worry about it. Let’s play.”

Naomi nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Truth or dare,” she said to me.

“Truth.”

“Did it make you feel tingly?”

My mind churned. The smart play here was of course to ignore the rules of the game and lie. Halee would know, but she’d also understand. But then I decided To hell with that.

“You girls do remember the rules,” I said. “Anything said in Truth or Dare stays in this room.”

“Yeah,” said Naomi.

“Of course,” said Chelsey.

“I’m more than tingly,” I said. “I’m very sexually aroused right now.”

“I know what that means,” said Chelsey. “It’s how I feel after Halee and I kiss, and other times too. You get this tingly feeling, and you get all achy and warm in your…” she gestured downward towards the fork of her thighs.

“Your pussy,” Halee suggested.

“Halee!” Naomi blurted.

“That’s what I usually call it,” I said. “Or sometimes my twat, or my cunt. If I’m at work I use medical terms like vulva… but that’s not very sexy, y’know?”

“Vulva sounds like a Korean car,” said Chelsey.

Halee laughed. “I get great mileage from my vulva!” she proclaimed.

Chelsey and Naomi broke out in a fit of giggles, and I found myself smiling. Despite the sensitive topic, the atmosphere in the room was comfortable.

“Truth or dare, Halee.” I said.

“Truth,” she said.

“What do you think about Naomi feeling tingly when she watched you and Chelsey kiss?”

“I think it’s hot,” she said, looking directly across the room and into her sister’s eyes. “I think you’re really sexy, sis. I think all the rules about who is supposed to feel what about whom are dumb. I think all the rules about who can do what with whom are dumb. If it wasn’t for those stupid rules, I’d kiss you right now.”

I stared across the room at my little lover, practically glowing with pride – and lust. Then I glanced at Naomi, who was staring at her sister, mouth agape.

Halee turned towards Chelsey with eyebrows raised. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” said Chelsey.

“Do you want to kiss Naomi?”

“Oh, yes,” said Chelsey, a dreamy expression on her face. “Truth or dare?” she said to Naomi.

“D-dare,” said Naomi, her voice tremulous yet hopeful. She was gazing directly at Chelsey.

“Come over here and kiss me on the mouth,” said Chelsey.

Naomi stood, very slowly. She crossed the room on trembling legs, and leaned down to Chelsey, just out of reach. Halee reached up and tenderly brushed the bangs from her sister’s face. That simple gesture is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed, and also one of the hottest. I squeezed my thighs together, and the wave of pleasure was so intense I thought for a moment I might come on the spot. The three girls seemed frozen in time.

“If you want to pass,” Chelsey said in a voice that was almost a whisper, “I won’t be mad.”

Naomi leaned in a little further, pressing her lips to Chelsey’s. Chelsey wrapped a hand around the back of her friend’s head, but made no other move. Naomi let the kiss linger for a couple of seconds, then pulled away and straightened, looking a little dazed.

She turned towards me. “You – you’re okay with this?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” I said. Naomi nodded once and returned to her chair, then looked back at Chelsey. “That was nice,” she said. Chelsey beamed.

Naomi turned to me. “Truth or dare.” Naomi said to me.

“Truth.” By then, I was sorely tempted to ask for a dare. But as the sole adult in the room, it seemed best to restrain myself, let the girls take the lead.

“Have you ever done sex stuff with other women?”

I smiled. “Yes. Many times. Truth or dare, Halee.”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever gone further than kissing?” It really wasn’t a fair question because I knew the answer, but I trusted Halee to know what I was up to.

Halee squared her shoulders. “I’ve had lesbian sex,” she said proudly. Naomi gaped.

“Whoa,” said Chelsey. “I know you’ve done some stuff, but I didn’t know you’d gone all the way!” Halee just smiled, then leaned in and kissed Chelsey again. This time this kiss was deep and passionate. The girls seemed a bit breathless when they parted, and I was feeling a little breathless myself.

“You don’t seem surprised, Nettie,” Naomi said suddenly, eyeing me intently.

“Oh, I’m not.”

Naomi’s eyes widened; the look of someone slowly putting all the pieces together. But she said nothing.

“Truth or dare,” Halee said to Chelsey.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

Chelsey blushed furiously. “Um, well…”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I put in quickly. “Everyone does it.”

“I do it,” Halee added.

Chelsey visibly relaxed. “Yes, I have,” she said. “Truth or dare, Naomi.”

“Truth.”

“What about you? Have you masturbated?”

Naomi shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she said. “I wouldn’t even know how.” She looked in my direction. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“You said you were… um… sexually aroused. Does that mean girls our age make you feel that way?”

I leaned back in my chair. I’d suspected the question would come, but hadn’t given much thought to how I should navigate those dangerous waters.

“Yes,” I said at last. “It’s something I used to be ashamed of… in fact, I used to hate myself for it. I don’t any more though. You don’t choose who you’re attracted to. You don’t choose who you love. Halee’s right; the rules are dumb.”

Chelsey was eyeing me speculatively. “So you think it would be okay if someone your age, y’know, did sex stuff with someone our age?”

“I don’t think it would be morally wrong,” I said carefully. “You’re old enough to know what you want. The problem is, it’s illegal. The adult in that situation could go to jail if anyone found out.”

“That stinks,” said Chelsey, with an air of decision.

“Totally stinks,” Naomi agreed. I simply smiled.

“Truth or dare,” I said to Halee.

“Truth.”

“Do you have a regular sex partner?”

“Funny you should ask,” she said, “because it kind of goes with what we’re talking about. I do, but it’s someone I have to sneak around with because of the stupid fucking rules.”

The two younger girls stared at her. I’m not sure what surprised them more; the admission, or her use of the f-word.

“Truth or dare,” she said to Chelsey, a new intensity in her voice.

“Truth.”

“When we were kissing last night, did you want to do more than just kiss?”

Chelsey seemed emboldened by Halee’s honesty. “Yep,” she said. “Truth or dare, Naomi.”

“Truth.”

“Do you think your sister is sexy? She thinks you are.”

Naomi looked Halee up and down. “She is,” she said softly. Then she looked up at me, a sudden challenge in her eyes. “Truth or dare.”

I couldn’t tear myself away from that penetrating gaze. “Truth.”

“Is something going on with you and my sister?”

The room went deathly silent as every eye turned towards me. I cast frantically around for the best course of action, finally electing to tread cautiously.

“There’s a pretty deep attraction between us, for sure,” I said.

“Wait a minute, then,” said Naomi. “If you’re all into her, how come you’re okay with her kissing Chelsey?”

I chuckled. The question drew the tension down a notch, at least for me. “I know what you mean,” I said. “I remember how at your age everything I knew about romance came from the movies, and it was all ‘I only have eyes for you’ and everybody had to be exclusive forever. But real life isn’t always like that. Some of the women I hook up with have husbands, Naomi. Sometimes…”

“Some of the women Dad hooks up with have husbands,” Halee broke in with a snort of laughter.

“That’s true,” I said. “The point is, it’s possible to be interested in somebody, or even in love with somebody, and still be sexually attracted to other people. And let’s be honest. Do you think it’s possible for me and Halee to be in an exclusive sexual relationship right now?”

“Is it possible for you to be in one at all?” Chelsey wanted to know.

“Oh, it’s possible,” I replied. “Just illegal.”

“You’ve done stuff, though,” said Naomi. It wasn’t a question.

I looked at Halee. She gave me the barest hint of a nod.

“Yes, we have,” I said, “but if it ever comes to light, we’ll both deny it.”

“Well, I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Naomi declared.

“Me, either,” said Chelsey. “I think it’s great.”

“So what happens now?” said Halee.

“I think we should teach Naomi to French kiss,” said Chelsey. “If you want to, I mean,” she said, turning her head towards Naomi’s recliner.

“That was so hot, watching her kiss you,” said Halee. She turned to her sister. “If you thought that kiss was nice, you should try it again, only with your mouth open. It’ll blow your mind.”

“You could teach her, Halee,” said Chelsey. “Like you taught me.”

Halee regarded her sister from across the room. “I’m game if you are, Naomi,” she said.

Naomi seemed to be frozen to the spot at first, then she slowly nodded, whispering, “Okay.”

Crossing the room, Halee squeezed herself into the recliner next to Naomi. The adult-sized chair took both girls comfortably. Halee took her sister gently by the chin, turning her head until they were gazing into each other’s eyes. Then she moved in, pressing her mouth to Naomi’s. They held the kiss for a moment, then Halee’s lips parted ever so slightly. Naomi, after a moment’s hesitation, parted hers.

Halee pressed her advantage at once, taking the ten-year-old’s bottom lip between hers, gently sucking it, then tracing it with the tip of her tongue. She teased Naomi’s lips, giving her sister time, letting her experience kissing in small steps.

Slowly, tentatively, Naomi began to imitate her sister’s movements. I was puffed up with pride watching Halee, who was fairly new to kissing herself, proving to be such a patient teacher.

Halee parted her lips even more, and Naomi followed suit. And although we couldn’t see it clearly, there was obviously some slow, careful tongue action beginning to happen. Then it became a lot less slow and careful, and the girls were kissing like lovers.

It struck me that despite the ill-founded judgment of society, nothing on earth seemed so right. Who better to teach you something as intimate as kissing than your big sister?

My pussy was positively throbbing at this point. Trying to be as surreptitious as possible, I crossed my legs, tightly squeezing my thighs together. The surge of pleasure was powerful and intense, the next contraction of my thighs almost involuntary. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Another squeeze, and I had to stifle a moan.

Then all at once I was coming, doubled over in my chair, a death grip on the armrests, my breath a sharp series of explosive gasps. As it subsided, I looked up. Three sets of eyes were staring at me, Chelsey and Naomi’s mouths hanging open. Halee, on the other hand, wore a grin that put me in mind of a hungry shark. She still had an arm draped around her sister’s shoulders.

“Did what I think just happened, happen?” she said. Still fighting for breath, I nodded.

“What did happen?” Naomi wanted to know.

“Nettie just had an orgasm.”

“Nettie sure did,” I said, my voice still unsteady.

“Whoa,” said Chelsey, “you mean without even touching your… uh…”

“I was squeezing my thighs together,” I explained. “If I’m really turned on, sometimes it’s enough. I wasn’t expecting it to hit like that, though.”

“Wow.”

“That looked like it felt really good,” said Naomi thoughtfully.

“Oh, it does. Orgasms are the best!” Chelsey assured her.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment, wondering how far I dared to push this. But Halee was one step ahead of me.

“We could help you have one,” she said, caressing her sister’s cheek. “Do you want that?”

“Yeah. I want something. I’ve been getting funny feelings like this a lot lately, and I don’t know what to do about them. Um, how do we start?”

Halee thought about it for a moment. She turned towards the love seat. “Chelsey,” she said, “You’ve made yourself come, but nobody else ever has, right?”

“Right,” said Chelsey.

“I want to be the first to do that for you. Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” Chelsey replied, her voice a little breathy now. Her color was high.

“So here’s what we do, if everyone is cool with it,” said Halee. “I’m going to make love to Chelsey. Naomi can watch, and see what we do. Then we’ll help her get off.”

“If she hasn’t already,” Chelsey said, giggling.

“Where’s a good place for us to do this, Nettie?” Halee inquired.

Holy crap, I told myself, this is really happening.

On to Chapter Sixteen!

by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis

I’d been saving for a new motorbike for over a year. The odd part-time job I’d taken when my studies allowed had boosted my bank balance considerably. I’d also done well buying and selling on eBay. I even had a cabinet in an antique centre where I charged ridiculous prices for all kinds of junk.

Today, though, we were having a lazy Sunday afternoon. My younger sister Lucy had got the photo albums out and was looking back at pictures from when we lived in Africa. She kept talking about our dad, who had died out there some four years ago.

It got me thinking how I’d love to go back, not just to visit his grave but to see how much our old place had changed. Mum still occasionally kept in touch with the people who’d bought our old farm. I knew I would be welcome to stay there if I wanted.

Did I really want a new bike? I still loved the one I had. So why buy another? The plan began to take shape. I even got to wondering whether or not Mum would let me take Lucy along.

A few days later I’d convinced myself that it was what I wanted to do. I waited until Saturday evening, when  Mum usually had wine with dinner. Just to make sure, I opened a bottle myself.

We were well into the second bottle, and Mum was in a particularly good mood. She even let Lucy have a glass, and that didn’t happen often.

“Mum, I’ve been thinking. What would you say to my taking a holiday to South Africa? I want to visit the old place and dad. I’ve got plenty of time holiday-wise, and I’ve saved more than enough to cover the cost.”

I expected an argument from her, but to my surprise, she said she thought it was a really good idea. But then she seemed to have second thoughts. “Are you sure, though? I mean, it’s an awfully long way… and except for your trip to France, you’ve never travelled on your own before.”

“Mum, I am twenty now… I think I’m able to look after myself. Besides, except for the actual flying time, what’s the difference between flying to South Africa and France? I’ll be fine.”

Mum gave a thoughtful nod. “Of course you are, sweetie. I forget you’re all grown up now.”

I decided to push my luck a bit. “It might be a good thing if Lucy came along. It would give her the chance to really see Africa… you know,  since she was so young when we left.”

“Oh, my God!” Lucy exclaimed. “Yes, please!”

All I got from Mum in reply was a question. “When were you thinking of going?”

“Well, now that I’ve decided, any time during the school holidays.”

“That would rather solve a problem I’ve been worrying over,” Mum said. “You know your Aunt Rose isn’t well. It turns out it’s worse than we thought and I want to go stay with her. My concern was leaving you two alone for that long. It’s not what you would get up to, I just thought you might have trouble looking after yourselves.”

“In that case, Mum, it’s a no-brainer. As long as you’re sure, though?” Quite a cunning question, I thought.

“Of course I’m sure. I think it would be lovely for you both.”

It took a lot of organising, but I had plenty of free time. So, there we were less than two weeks later, all packed and ready to go. Lucy, just like any youngster, was almost wetting herself with excitement.

The day before our flight, I’d checked her suitcase. It was mostly fine, except for one thing. Well, two really. Her vibrator and her anal wand. “Lucy, you can’t take those. They’ll see them when they scan your suitcase. I’m not sure it’s legal for a twelve-year-old to have sex gear in her luggage.”

Being the wise one, she immediately said, “Yeah, but you can, so we’ll put them in your case. You really don’t expect me to go two and a half weeks without my toys, do you?”

“I suppose I could do that. Mind you, they’ll think I’m a sex maniac with four of them in my case.”

“And they’d be right, so what’s the big deal?”

***

The flight was uneventful at first, almost boring. There was only one stewardess who showed any reaction to my inexperienced attempts at letting her know I was interested. But I didn’t expect anything to come of it.

It was the middle of the night when I thought she’d tapped my shoulder whilst she was passing by. I waited until she disappeared behind a screen, then nervously followed her to the back. It was the first time I’d ever approached a grown woman and it looked as if I was in luck, but I was an absolute bundle of nerves.

“I wasn’t wrong then?” she asked when I pushed through the screen.

“No, you weren’t,” I managed before she pulled me into her arms. I immediately knew this was nothing new to her. The kiss was amazing, so much better than anything I had experienced before.

With no further ado, her hands were raising my top, her fingers on my bare flesh and working their way straight to my breasts. “Help me with this skirt – I need to feel you in my pussy,” she said.

I struggled to do as she wanted, but her skirt was too tight. “Undo the zip, then,” she said. I fumbled at the one button before lowering the zipper. Now I could push the skirt down just enough to slip my hand down the front. I was shocked when my fingers immediately found – nothing.

“All ready for you, my sweet. I took them off already. I was hoping you’d follow me back here,” she said.

Her pussy lips were the largest I’d ever felt. But, of course, I was only used to young girls. Then I was sliding into her, her cunt clutching at my fingers. God, she was wet! She must have been thinking about this for ages.

My own skirt had an elasticated waist. She pushed it down easily with one hand. Her other hand wasn’t about to let go of my boobs, I guess. She struggled with my panties, though, clumsily tugging at one side, so I took hold of the other and between us, they slipped right off.

None too gently, she popped her fingers into me. A quick feel around inside, then up to my clit. Her hand rubbed me up and down, stroking on either side of my button. She gasped, “What’s your name, gorgeous? Mine’s Chloe.”

“I’m Maddie. Nice to meet you, Chloe.” I pressed my lips against hers, and we shared a heated kiss.

The hand on my breast went away, then it rested on my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. “Lick me, Maddie,” I heard her say.

With some effort, I managed to get Chloe’s skirt past her hips. For a moment, I stared at the delight in front of me. At last, a real woman’s pussy! My mouth moved in on her as I grabbed her arse with both hands and pulled her closer. My tongue separated the lips, delving into her and savouring the taste. Then I moved up to her clit. Damn! Just like her lips, it was big. My mouth wrapped around it, such a thrill to hold between my lips. My tongue flicked it as fast as I could as I sucked her in.

I paused in my fucking to crook two fingers upwards, rubbing the upper interior of her vagina. Suddenly, she began to shake. “Oh fuck, yes, there!”

She actually did have a slightly raised area, what they call a G-spot. I was fascinated, never having touched one before. It was something I’d read about it in one of Mum’s ladies’ magazines. Within seconds, Chloe’s hips were jerking at my fingers and mouth, and I knew she was coming.

I managed a glance up and saw she had one hand clamped over her mouth, the other tightly gripping a cupboard handle.

Her shaking finally subsided. Chloe let her hands drop, then lifted me to my feet and into her arms. Again we kissed. She broke away, moving back a little to look at me. “Wow,” she sighed. Then she bent down to my chest, kissing and sucking each nipple in turn.

Then she was on her knees before me, opening my pussy with her fingers. I saw her peering between my lips, a big smile on her face. I watched her tongue emerge, and even though I was standing there waiting for it to happen, I still jumped when she licked my clit.

Slowly, she eased two fingers into me. By then, there was no need for her to be careful – I was dripping wet, ready for anything. She withdrew her hand and smeared the juices around my pussy. Again she went into me, collecting more wetness, then reached between my legs to find my arse. I knew what she wanted, and spread my feet wider, granting her access.

She sucked my clit, sending familiar and wonderful sensations coursing through me. For a second, my bum cheeks were tightly clenched as her finger rubbed my arsehole. Then I relaxed, and she knew I was ready. Chloe pressed harder, and suddenly she was inside.

It was one of those times I wished I didn’t come so quickly, because I was enjoying this a lot. But my body had other ideas, and I couldn’t hold back. The dam burst as my orgasm swept over me, wonderful in its intensity. Chloe continued to suck my clit and finger my arse.

She got back to her feet. “My goodness, I think you needed that. It must have been ages since the last one!”

“Yeah, like maybe five hours.” We both laughed. “Chloe, thank you, that was… incredible. Oh, does this mean I’m in the Mile High Club now?”

Once more we kissed and savoured each other’s taste before I broke away. “I ought to be getting back to my sister. She’s probably wondering where I’ve got to.”

Chloe smiled. “I shouldn’t worry. I think you’ll find Jenny has been keeping an eye on her.”

I stared at her. “You mean, she knows we’re here?”

“Of course, Jenny and I always work together. We tossed a coin, I won and I chose you. I hope you’re not too shocked…?”

I shook my head. “But… what about Lucy?”

Chloe put a finger to my lips. “Shush. Honestly, do you think we can’t recognise a pair of lovers when we see them? You and your sister, you are lovers, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, we are. Believe it or not, she got me into bed with her when she was ten years old. Our Lucy is a real firework.”

“Oh, my… isn’t that something? Well, your little sister’s been in good hands, so to speak, the whole time you’ve been with me. Jenny’s an amazing lover.”

I had to laugh. “Well, once Lucy gets into her knickers, Jenny won’t know what hit her.”

***

When Chloe returned me to my seat, Jenny was standing nearby, holding Lucy’s hand, “There you two are. I was just thinking about coming to fetch you. You’ve been rather a long while.” She turned her attention to me. “Have a nice time? We certainly did… didn’t we, Luce?”

Lucy had a huge grin on her face. “Oh my goodness… yes, we did, Jenny.”

With that, the stewardesses said their goodbyes and went off to do whatever it is they do while the plane is in flight.

I turned to Lucy, bursting with curiosity. “So, little sis, spill the beans,” I said. “What happened?”

This is what she told me.

***

When you went off with the other stewardess, Jenny came to my seat and asked if I was okay. I told her yes and asked her if she was busy, and if not would she like to sit with me for a while. She looked around the cabin and sat down. We chatted for a bit. She told me her name and Chloe’s.

I could tell she wasn’t sure whether she should make a move, so I said, “Jenny, you wanna kiss me? I’d like that a lot.” I took hold of her hand and pressed my lips to it. I knew she was hesitating because of my age.

She frowned at me but then said, “Oh, what the fuck,” and just like that, we were kissing. Ooh, for ages and ages. She didn’t try to touch me, though, so I knew nothing else was gonna happen unless I made it.

I took her hand and moved it to my leg, pushing it under my skirt. I saw her hesitating again, then she said, “Wait.” She got up and opened the overhead locker and pulled out a blanket and spread it over our legs, “Are you sure about this?” she whispered.

I leaned close. “Jenny, if you were my sister, sitting right where you are, you’d have your fingers in my pussy right now.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Oh my God, you really do want this, don’t you?”

I reached under the blanket, did a little wriggling about, then my hand emerged with my panties. I held them out to her. “Look, all nice and wet.”

Jenny pushed my hand down, gave a quick glance around, then she reached under the blanket herself. I could tell she was trying to raise her skirt. I put a hand between her legs, found her panties and dipped my fingers into them. I felt the heat of her and how wet she was. I knew she was nervous, but she was also desperate for me.

That’s almost it, I guess. We slid our arses down in our seats and finger fucked each other. I did think about getting down on my knees to lick her, but there wasn’t enough room.

When we both came, we kissed some more. I asked her if she’d ever touched a little girl before, and she shook her head.

I took her hand and pushed it up under my top, and I said, “Feel my titties for me. They’re just starting to show properly, and I like them being touched.”

She felt my buds and squeezed them a bit before finding a nipple. “Oh, nice and hard.” She pulled and twisted. I know I gasped, but not too loud. Then I said to her, “Be nice if you sucked it. No one can see anyhow.”

Her lips were magic. I even thought I might come again with her just doing that, but then we heard a buzzer, and Jenny pulled her skirt down and stood up. A moment later, you came back with Chloe.

***

Done with her story, Lucy picked up my hand and brought it to her nose. “Mmm – seems like you had fun, too.” She licked my fingers.

Just before preparations for landing in Johannesburg, Chloe slipped two envelopes into my hand. One had my name on the front, the other was for Lucy.

I quickly opened mine. It read:

My gorgeous Maddie, 

   Thanks for a wonderful time, I loved it.

   I do so hope we might be on the same flight when you return.

   I’d really like to hear from you some time if that’s something you want.

All my love, Chloe xxxx.

She’d added a phone number and a Jo’burg hotel name.

I glanced at Lucy. She was smiling broadly as she handed me her letter.

Lucy, 

   You wonderful little angel. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I didn’t admit I was shocked. Both with myself and with your sexy forwardness. Oh my, so amazing.

   Then, I ask myself. What was I doing? What had I been thinking? For hours it worried me.

   It was Chloe who told me I was being stupid. I said to her, But a twelve-year-old! She laughed at me. Twelve, yeah right, like going on at least eighteen.

   Then I thought about you leading me, how every move was instigated by you. You knew what you wanted.

Now, I’m so glad you did. 

   I’ve added my phone number if you want to chat with me, but please be careful if you do. If you don’t want to chat, okay, I understand.

   Thank you for our little time together.

Love

Jenny

xxx

 ps. Chloe said if we’re on the same return flight, it’s our turn to go to the back. Would you like that? We can do a lot more there than just touch each other.

 pps. Oh, God! I can’t help it, please, please, call me. Even if it’s not until you’re back in England.

I grinned at Lucy. “Looks like we both made new friends. Now fasten your belt.”

On to Chapter Two!

by Karin Halle

For the first time since they’d become intimate, Dana had serious misgivings about her sexual relationship with Jolie.

It was one thing to explore sex with her daughter; after Jolie’s injury, she’d come to accept that as a positive thing for them both.

Jolie initiating a sexual relationship with a girl her own age was also a positive development, as long as the girl in question was willing – and Monica was definitely that.

But Jolie had just complicated things further, asking her mum if all three of them could have sex together – or “play loving games,” as Jolie liked to call it. Needless to say, Dana saw potential problems in her daughter’s scheme.

First, there was the risk element. If they did engage in a threesome, could Monica keep it secret? Dana couldn’t say for certain.

Second, was Monica even interested in sex with her lover’s mother? If the girl had already reached the limit of her willingness to experiment, she might react badly to Jolie’s scheme, even flee in disgust.

Third, Dana had concluded she was gay, but she’d never seen herself as a paedophile. To her, lesbian sex was a sweet, loving activity to share with her daughter – granted, not an explanation that many would find acceptable, but Dana didn’t care what others thought when it came to her life with Jolie.

This kind of reasoning wouldn’t apply if Monica joined them in bed. That would be intimate activity with an underage girl, no more, no less. Am I ready to take that step? Dana wondered. For that matter, do I feel any kind of attraction to my child’s lover?

She took a moment to study Monica. While Jolie looked to be several years older than her true age, with the height and curves of a girl of at least seventeen, Monica looked like a typical fourteen year old. She was shorter than Jolie, her breasts were still developing, and she was quite slender, with long, dark hair that spilled over her bare shoulders.

The sight of the pretty naked teen caused Dana’s cunt to throb. Making her decision, she thought, Yes, I do find Monica desirable. Yes, I want to make love to her.

But knowing her own feelings didn’t resolve the most important question: what did Monica want?

Although the girl seemed unsettled by Jolie’s proposal, she remained standing in the doorway, nude and unashamed.

Nothing to do but ask, Dana told herself, gazing at Monica over Jolie’s bare shoulder. “What is it that you want, Monica?” she murmured. Whatever the answer, she knew complications would ensue. But I’m ready to face them. 

“Anything that Jolie wants, I want too,” Monica said, then quickly added, “Not just to go along because Jolie wants it, though! Sure, I really want to do everything with her, and if that means you and I should be together to make her happy… Ohhh, I’m not saying this the right way!” She paused for a moment with her eyes closed, then added, “What I mean is… I think Jolie doesn’t even know how to be bad – she’s the best person I know, and she’d never ask us to do something that was wrong. So if Jolie wants us to be … y’know, lovers, then we ought to listen to her.” She blushed slightly, glancing down at the floor. “And, um, anyhow, I think you’re really beautiful.”

“So are you, sweetheart,” Dana said.

“You’re both beautiful!” Jolie exclaimed, springing up from her mother’s lap. Padding over to Monica, she took the girl’s hand. “You wanna play loving games with Mummy, don’t you?”

Looking into Dana’s eyes, Monica slowly moved toward her lover’s mother.

“I love Jolie,” she said. “So I love you, too, ‘cause you made her. She came from y-your body.” Taking a deep breath, Monica soldiered on, trying to get the words out before her courage failed. “I’d like to – to do sexy things with you, Ms. Blackstone. Um, if you want to, that is…” Not knowing what else to say, she placed a quivering hand on Dana’s breast.

Standing in the doorway, Jolie eagerly drank in the scene, thrilled beyond measure to see Mummy and Monica grow closer.

Covering Monica’s hand with hers, Dana firmly pressed it to her chest. “I want to, sweetheart, very much. But you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Ms. Blackstone,’ for Christ’s sake. It’s Dana, remember?”

“Dana,” whispered Monica. Going up on tiptoe, she kissed Jolie’s mother, breaking away after a few seconds.

“Very nice,” Dana crooned, her voice gone husky. “Kiss me again.”

What Monica saw in the woman’s eyes left her breathless. Dana’s gaze seemed to strip the teen even more naked than she already was, leaving her very soul bare. Without a second thought, she twined both arms round Dana’s neck, pulling her closer until their mouths met again.

Jolie was bouncing up and down with glee as Dana and Monica began to kiss with genuine passion, their tongues engaging in a spirited dance of lust. Finally, unable to remain silent, she cried, “Yay, yay, YAY!” Can we go back to my room now? Please, please, pretty please?”

“Let’s use my room instead,” Dana said, reaching down to fondle Monica’s bum. “The bed’s bigger.”

“COOL!” Jolie squealed, clapping her hands.

Monica smiled. She was still a little nervous about having sex with a grownup, but felt certain she’d made the right decision. In addition to being very attractive, Jolie’s mum was sweet, kind and lovely… and Monica suspected that she would be a skilled lover as well.

Taking each naked fourteen-year-old by the hand, Dana led them down the hallway to her room.

Jolie flung herself down on the bed. “We’re gonna play loving games! Yay!”

Dana grinned at her daughter’s enthusiasm, then turned to Monica. “You’re sure this is what you want, right?”

“Yes, it is,” the teen replied. “I’m ready. I want to know it all.”

A need to clarify was in order, Dana realised. “Oh, sweetheart,” she began, “I don’t know much, not really. Until Jolie, I’d never been with a girl in my life.”

“We’ll learn together,” Jolie chortled. “But we got a head start on you, Monica!”

“Oh, Jolie… you’ll help me catch up,” Monica replied, joining her friend on the bed.

When Dana began to unbutton her top, Jolie quickly rose to her knees, putting a hand out to make her mother stop. “Me!” she said loudly. “I wanna take your clothes off, Mummy!” Then, suddenly remembering Monica’s presence, she seized the girl’s arm, adding, “I – I mean, we want to!”

“All right,” Dana agreed. She stood motionless, arms at her side, waiting to be undressed.

“Can I, then?” Monica shyly asked Dana as she and Jolie drew near.

“You’d better,” the grinning woman replied. “I’m tired of being the only one here wearing clothes!”

With Jolie removing her mother’s top and bra, and Monica stripping off the bottom half, Dana was naked in no time.

Crawling onto her mother’s bed. Jolie stretched out, legs spread wide apart, ready to play.

“Go ahead, Monica,” said Dana, gesturing toward her daughter. “I want to watch you girls make love.”

“C’mere!” Jolie squealed, urging Monica into her arms. They came together in a heated kiss, their bare bodies fitting together perfectly, vulvas touching. Jolie wrapped both legs around her young lover’s waist, and the two girls began to rock together, forward and back.

Dana lightly traced the cleft of her cunt as she took in the underage sex show. It was an amazing sight, the movements they made looking very much like fucking.

It soon grew too difficult for Dana to remain a passive witness. Make room for Mummy, she thought, moving closer to the panting girls. Kneeling next to them, she slipped a hand between Monica’s thighs to stroke their mingled slits.

“Ohhhh!” Monica cried, while Jolie hummed her approval, a sound Dana often heard when her daughter was caught up in the throes of pleasure.

Pressing their sexes together felt lovely, though it wasn’t enough to bring the girls to orgasm. Dana might have brought them both off with her fingers, but didn’t want to end things so quickly. Instead, she continued to lightly stimulate their cunts.

Before very long, Monica collapsed atop Jolie, who immediately went limp herself. They lay nestled together, gasping for breath, their youthful bodies glazed with sweat.

“Wow, wow, WOW!” Jolie exclaimed, once she could draw a decent breath. “That felt good… but we got too tired to get the special feeling.” She shrugged, then kissed Monica’s nose. “Oh well, we can try again – maybe then, huh?”

Dana was thinking about how best to make a three-way work. “Girls,” she announced. “How about this? We can all lie down in a circle and lick each other’s pussy.” Jolie was already beginning to nod. “I’ll lick you, Monica, you can lick Jolie, then she licks me. How does that sound?”

“Good! Goody!” Jolie replied, chortling with glee.

They quickly arranged themselves on the bed, then set to work. Dana was still somewhat uncertain about the consequences of involving Monica in their lovemaking, but the die was cast – nothing to do but immerse herself in the moment and hope for the best. She concentrated on eating the teen’s pussy.

Jolie was ecstatic. She loved going down on her beautiful, yummy mother, letting the warm, thick fluid coat her lips and chin, breathing in the rich scent. And this time it’s even better, ‘cos my sweet Monica is doing it to me, too!

It felt strange to Monica, engaging in sex with a girl and her mum at the same time, but also incredibly exciting. And Dana’s mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy. Meanwhile, she was probing Jolie with her tongue, moving it around in circles. She always likes it when I do that. And then, when I do this…

Reaching between Jolie’s legs, Monica took her girlfriend’s clitoris between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

Jolie wailed as a massive orgasm snatched her up in its grasp.

Her daughter’s ecstasy spurred Dana on. Clamping her lips onto Monica’s clit, she sucked at the inflamed nubbin. A hard jerk ran through the teen’s frame, then Monica was shaking, overwhelmed by her climax.

Out of breath, unable to lick Mummy’s cunt the way she wanted, Jolie slipped three fingers deep into Dana’s vagina and began to fuck her with abandon.

It was clumsy and rough, but utterly glorious. Dana’s peak closely followed those of the girls.

As they lay panting and dazed, there was another issue that Monica wanted to address. Sitting up, she said, “Tell me, Jolie… did it hurt very much, that first time? When your mum took your cherry?”

It took Jolie a second to remember what that had been like, then she answered, “No. It didn’t hurt – did it, Mummy? I didn’t cry or anything.”

“No, pumpkin, you didn’t. You were very brave and mature.”

Convinced, Monica said, “Jolie, I want you to be my first. Will you do that to me?”

Jolie’s confidence evaporated. More than anything, she dreaded the idea of hurting Monica. Her lower lip began to tremble, and she cried, “But it might hurt you. It might! I d-don’t want that!”

“I won’t mind. Honestly. Not if you did it. And after all, it might not even hurt.”

But Jolie remained unconvinced. “But it might.” Upset at the prospect of injuring her friend, she began to weep.

Anxious that their afternoon wouldn’t be spoiled, Dana shushed both girls, then took Jolie in her arms. “It’ll be fine, pumpkin. You and I will make sure that Monica doesn’t feel anything too bad. She wants to be a woman too, like us, and she needs to lose her virginity for that to happen.”

Monica kissed Jolie’s cheek. “It’s what I want, Jolie. Honest. And it won’t hurt, ‘cause you’ll be doing it. All I’ll be thinking about when it happens is how much we love each other.”

“I do love you, Monica. More than anything!” She wrapped her arms around the slender teen.

“And I love you. So… will you go into me all the way?”

“Um, I guess.”

Dana spoke up. “Here’s what we’ll do. You make love to Monica, pumpkin. Then, just as she comes, push your finger all the way into her vagina. I’ll be kissing and touching her at the same time.”

“Okay, Mummy. I can do that!”

So Monica settled back, thighs parted, and Jolie got to work, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Giving her girlfriend good feelings always gave Jolie an enormous sense of pride. She showered affection on Monica’s kitty, licking, kissing, tonguing, sucking, probing – gradually bringing Monica to yet another crest.

In the meantime, Dana was far from idle. She fondled Monica’s small breasts, paying special attention to the girl’s nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. All the while, she and Monica exchanged deep, sensual kisses.

What a soft, sweet mouth she has, Dana mused. As lovely as Jolie’s, yet different. Who knew kissing young girls could be this wonderful?

Breaking away, Monica blurted, “Oh, God… it’s h-happening…!”

It’s time, it’s time! Jolie thought. She placed a finger at the entrance to Monica’s kitty, sliding it in until the tip rested against her lover’s hymen. Bracing herself, pushed through.

Monica winced when the thin membrane tore, but it barely interrupted her orgasm. Her slight whimper of pain was muffled by Dana’s kiss. Jolie nearly withdrew her finger there and then, but managed to overcome her fear until Monica’s ecstasy had peaked and waned.

Finally, as the girl relaxed, Jolie pulled out, desperate to make sure her friend hadn’t suffered. “Was that okay, Mon? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Traces of blood on her finger only increased her anxiety.

A dreamy-eyed Monica found Jolie’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s all right, Jolie. I hardly felt it at all. You were so gentle…  you made it beautiful for me.”

Now beside herself with glee, Jolie showered Monica’s face with kisses. Then she noticed her mum, who was smiling down at them. Reaching up, she pulled Dana down to join their embrace. The three lovers swapped a few heated kisses, then stretched out to rest.

They lay together side by side, Jolie in the middle. Being nestled between Mum and her best friend was a beautiful experience, Jolie decided.

After a while, Monica propped herself up on an elbow, gazing thoughtfully at Dana. “It’s funny, but Mum always did think you were gay.”

Dana was surprised. “What would make Abby think that? I never said anything to her about feeling that way. In fact, until Jolie and I started to… do things, I could never have imagined myself…”

Her voice trailed off as Dana realised she had no idea how she’d arrived at this situation: in bed with two naked girls – both minors, one of them her own daughter, both of whom she’d just brought to orgasm.

“Oh, Mum said it was just gaydar,” Monica explained.

“Your mum’s a lesbian?” Dana gasped.

It was Monica’s turn to be surprised. “Of course,” she said, somewhat taken aback. “Didn’t you know? How did you miss that?” She chuckled. “I guess your gaydar doesn’t work too well.”

“I don’t think I even have gaydar,” Dana muttered, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you can tell if a woman likes other women. I’m clearly out of my depth here.”

Now Monica was amused. “Yeah. Mum and I noticed how you never picked up on her signals. She was starting to think she had it wrong about you.” She laughed. “Bet Mum would be jealous if she knew I went to bed with you before she got to. Of course, I didn’t even think I was gay… not until I fell in love with Jolie.” The two girls exchanged a tender kiss.

“Wait – Abby knows about you and Jolie!?”

“Well, yeah,” Monica replied, looking surprised again. “I wouldn’t keep that a secret.”

Dana was too stunned to speak.

Jolie had been listening to the exchange, and had been drawing conclusions of her own. “So… your mummy plays loving games too?” she asked.

“She and my father got divorced when I was three,” Monica answered. “Ever since, she’s only been with other women. Oh, she’s never done anything with me, though!” she hastened to clarify.

“Do you think she’d like to play with us too?” To Jolie, the question was entirely reasonable.

As Dana made squawking sounds of protest, Monica weighed the idea, then said, “I think she might. I know for sure that Mum is totally hot for you, Dana… and I think she’s sort of got a crush on you, Jolie. When I told her you and I were girlfriends, she said you were dead sexy… and when you were at our place last week in those cute blue shorts, I swear I saw her checking out your bum!”

“Can you ask her, Mon? Please, please? Wow, it would be the best. We could all do sexy games!”

“Oh, no! No, no, no!” Dana spluttered.

“It’d be good, Mummy. That way nobody would miss out, or have to wait – we could all swap around, too. And your mum is so pretty, Monica. I’d love to see her with no clothes on. Will you ask her? Will you?”

“Sure, I’ll ask. And I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes, Jolie.”

“Oh boy! I can’t wait!” Jolie exclaimed.

Dana slumped back on the bed, her mind a jumble. But finally, she mustered up the ability to sit up and say, “Monica, you can’t tell Abby I’ve made love to my daughter. Or to you, for that matter. I could get in huge trouble. I could be arrested!”

“Mum would never tell on you, Dana,” Monica replied with an emphatic shake of the head. “She loves you. And she loves Jolie, too. Maybe she won’t want to join us in bed. Maybe she’ll say I shouldn’t be making love with my girlfriend’s mum. But she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I promise.”

With a deep sigh, Dana sank back into the pillows. “All right, I suppose. I’m trusting you, Monica. Don’t ruin this for us.” She thought for a moment, then added, “And don’t bring this up while your mother’s here, for God’s sake.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to Mum after school tomorrow. Maybe we can all get together on Friday.”

“YAY!” Jolie cried, hugging each of her lovers in turn.

***

When Abby arrived an hour later to take her daughter home, Monica was true to her word, and said nothing about how she had spent the afternoon.

Before mother and daughter left, Dana noticed something interesting that calmed her jangled nerves a bit. Jolie had changed into a pair of skimpy knickers and a t-shirt, sans bra. Dana suspected that she’d dressed that way to tease Abby, now that she knew Monica’s mum was gay.

Sure enough, Abby stole more than a few glances at Jolie, who was sprawling on the sofa in a very casual way, showing a considerable amount of leg.

Once Monica and her mother were gone, Dana reflected on what she’d just seen. Well, she clearly thinks Jolie is attractive… but that doesn’t mean she’d go as far as to make love to her. 

Despite Monica’s promise, Dana was still fearful that things would go wrong and disaster would follow. She would lose custody of her beloved daughter, be disgraced in the eyes of the world and almost certainly go to prison. Why did I let her talk me into this? she asked herself, over and over.

Those fears were seldom out of her thoughts the next day. When she answered the telephone that evening, her heart seemed to cease beating.

“Hi, Dana – it’s Abby,” said the caller.

The response Dana made wasn’t in words; but a nervous gulp. Quickly recovering, she blurted, “Oh, hi there Abby!” God, I sound like a dead set nong, she thought, wincing.

Apparently oblivious to Dana’s reaction, Abby said, “Monica told me that you and Jolie invited me to drop by on Sunday arvo.”

In fact, no formal invitation had been made at all, but Dee wasn’t about to argue the point. “That’s right,” she managed to get out.

“That’s very kind,” Abby went on. “I’d love to, but I thought maybe we could do this on Saturday instead. That way the girls could, you know, have a sleepover. If you’re okay with it, that is.”

A rising sense of excitement was competing with Dana’s nervous tension. “Sounds good,” she said.

“Great,” Abby said. “See you on Saturday then. About one, or would two be better?”

“Um, one,” Dana replied.

“One o’clock Saturday, it is. I’m already looking forward to it. See you then, love.”

“Bye, Abby.” The call ended, and Dana wiped a sudden patina of sweat from her forehead. Marching to the fridge, she took out a bottle of wine and poured herself a large glass. After draining half the contents in a single gulp, she went to the living room where Jolie was watching TV.

“That was Monica’s mum on the phone, pumpkin. We arranged for her to come over on Saturday, so you guys can have a sleepover.”

Jolie jumped up and hugged Dana, then eagerly asked, “Mummy, is Abby going to sleep over, too?”

“I… I think so.”

Jolie squealed with delight, then began jumping up and down.

Dana watched her daughter cavort about the room, wishing the girl’s enthusiasm could somehow rub off on her.

***

By the time Abby and Monica arrived on Saturday afternoon, Dana’s nerves had been tearing at her for the entire day. When she opened the door to the visitors, her hand trembled on the handle, and she flinched when Abby kissed her in greeting. At least she doesn’t seem angry, Dana told herself. Maybe she’s okay with all of this.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Abby said. Placing a hang on her daughter’s shoulder, she added, “For having both of us.”  She paused, realising Dana was visibly agitated. “We can sit and talk for a while… but I think that most of all, you need to relax.” Turning to Monica, she said, “Honey, go get Jolie, will you?”

“I – I just…” Dana began, feeling it was necessary for her to speak – but the words wouldn’t come.

“Look, I know you’re nervous,” Abby continued. “I really should have told you earlier how attracted I am to you, and I’m sorry for not having done that. But believe me, Dana, you and I both want the same thing. We want to fuck.”

Dana’s eyes widened; her jaw dropped. She did NOT just say that. She can’t have done.

As Jolie and Monica returned, hand in hand, Abby said, “Girls, would you like it if the four of us went upstairs to fuck?”

“YES!” Jolie shouted.

“I would like that, Mum,” Monica replied, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“As would I,” Abby said. They all looked at Dana, who could only stare, caught up in a mixture of relief, arousal and confusion.

She finally managed to say, “My God, I was so, so worried… now, I don’t know what to think.” She gazed at Abby. “So, you – you’re okay with this?”

“Of course I am,” Abby murmured, touching the woman’s arm. “Dana, you enjoy making love to your daughter, don’t you?”

Looking away, Dana nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

Abby continued. “And you liked having sex with my daughter, did you not?”

Still unable to make eye contact with Monica’s mum, Dana nodded once more.

“Good. Well, I want to be a part of this.” Abby said, then chuckled. “It’s a dream come true for me.” She gave Dana’s shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, sexy lady. Let’s go upstairs.”

Dana meekly allowed herself to be led to the staircase, Jolie and Monica following close behind.

“I’d barely become a teenager by the time I realised I was turned on by young girls,” Abby said as they mounted the stairs. “Preteens were my favourites, really.”

“You knew you were a lesbian at that age? Goodness, I didn’t figure it out until last year! Why did you get married, then?”

“Oh, I wanted a family,” Abby sighed. “And I suppose I hoped Arthur could help break this, this lust I had for girls.” She shook her head. “It didn’t work. He was a good man, but honestly, the whole thing was a huge mistake on my part. Well, except that it gave me Monica. She was still practically a toddler when we split.” By then, they were in the upstairs hallway. “After that, it was only women for me, but I never outgrew my love of girls. In fact, I’ve wanted to make love to my daughter, oh, at least since she was eight.”

“Can you believe that?” asked a giggling Monica. “And she never told me, either – not until last night.”

Abby glanced from one end of the corridor to the other. “Er… which way is your bedroom, Dana?”

“This way!” exclaimed Jolie. Still clutching Monica’s hand, she led them to the correct door.

Once they were all inside, Abby announced, “Now we’re all going to make love. That’s what you wanted – right, girls?” The teenagers nodded in unison. “Good. How about this for starters: we get naked, pile onto the bed and have at it?”

Jolie grabbed Monica and danced her around in a circle, then the girls quickly removed their clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“Now it’s your turn,” Abby told Dana, and began to undress her. Strangely relieved that the decision seemed to have been taken out of her hands, Dana remained still and allowed herself to be stripped.

When she was naked, Abby looked the woman over closely, whistled her approval, then murmured, “Now lie down, Dana, and watch the girls take my clothes off. Bet it gets you hot.”

Stretching out on the bed, Dana watched the teenagers undress Abby. In fact, they practically tore her clothes off. Soon, she was completely bare.

Abby took a moment to study Jolie and her daughter, very much liking what she saw. “Jolie,” she began, “you are absolutely gorgeous. I see now why my little girl and your mum both love to fuck you.”

While Jolie blushed, Abby looked Monica over. “Jesus, baby,” she marvelled, caressing her daughter’s face. “You’re even sexier than I imagined. I’m going to make love to every inch of you. But first, we need to make Dana feel good. Jolie, dear, will you finger-fuck your mother? And Monica, sweetie… you suck Dana’s clit.”

Monica was grinning. “What are you gonna do, Mum?”

“Oh, I’m going to take care of her above the waist.” Abby climbed onto the bed, lying down alongside Dana. The girls quickly followed, and the lesbian mother-daughter orgy began.

With three lovers servicing her at once, Dana quickly forgot her jitters… and moments later, she was shivering in rapidly mounting ecstasy, moaning into Abby’s mouth as the woman kissed her. Jolie’s fingers plunged into her cunt again and again with the hard thrusts her mum loved. And though Monica was still a novice at cunnilingus, she managed to give Dana’s clitoris what it needed.

Dana wanted to writhe, to thrash about, but she fought to hold herself relatively still, not wanting to dislodge the hands, fingers, mouths and tongues that were taking her to the brink of rapture.

It’s happening… oh merciful God here it COMES!

A hoarse cry issued from Dana’s throat, rising to a shriek as she exploded in orgasm. It hit hard and rose to an urgent peak, then slowly, leaving her drifting back down to the bed.

When Dana came, her honey flowed even more than usual, almost gushing out to bathe the lower half of Jolie’s face. She finally pushed her daughter away, gasping, “Th-that’s enough, pumpkin.”

Beside herself with glee, Jolie savoured the taste of Mummy’s cunt, licking her lips until Monica moved in for a kiss, eager to sample Dana’s flavour from her daughter’s mouth. Their kiss quickly grew deep and heated, the girls’ tongues flickering back and forth.

Abby took an exhausted Dana into her arms. “Aren’t they beautiful together?” she said, watching their daughters make love.

Dana slowly nodded. “They are.” She began to fondle Abby’s generous breasts.

“You’ll have to tell me some time about how things got started between you and Jolie,” Abby murmured. “I’m sure it’s an incredible story.”

“I’m not quite sure how it happened, honestly.”

Overhearing the adults, Jolie gave Monica a quick peck on the nose, then sat up. “I know how!” she declared. “My kitty was feeling funny, so Mummy touched it all better. Then, she put her mouth on me. That was the bestest thing of all!”

Abby was lightly stroking her vulva. “Then what, sweetheart?”

“Um… then she showed me how to lick her kitty. I liked it, too! After that, Me and Mummy were lovers.”

“Mmm… that is a wonderful story,” Abby agreed, then her eyes met Monica’s. “Exactly the kind of story I want to share with my own little girl…” Gently withdrawing from Dana’s embrace, she extended a hand to her daughter.

Monica’s eyes widened, her lower lip quivering slightly. “Oh, Mum.” She slowly crawled to her mother, taking Abby’s proffered hand. Jolie watched raptly, hugging herself.

Bringing the girl’s fingers to her lips, Abby nuzzled them, then took one into her mouth to suck. “Oooooh,” Monica sighed, her eyes drifting shut. “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, baby,” Abby said, “and I’ve wanted to be with you this way for… oh, years. Since you were eight, at least.”

“Eight?” Monica gasped, opening her eyes. “Wow! That long?”

“Cool!” Jolie exclaimed.

“Yes, dearest. That long.”

“Huh,” said Monica, mulling it over, finally breaking into a sunny smile. “Well, in that case, I guess you’d better go ahead and kiss me.”

Tilting her head slightly, Abby kissed her daughter. Monica responded immediately. They swapped tongues for a couple of minutes, then slowly stretched out on the bed – still embraced, still kissing passionately,

Jolie crawled over to Dana and into her mummy’s arms. They lay on their sides, nestled together as they watched Abby make love to her child. She nuzzled a pathway down to Monica’s chest, then sucked a swollen nipple between her lips.

“Isn’t this good, Mummy?” cooed Jolie. “Now Monica and Abby get to be lovers, too!”

Enthralled by the wondrous sight, Dana nodded, remembering that incredible first time with her own daughter. “You’re right, pumpkin… it is good.”

Now Abby was lying between Monica’s thighs, her mouth covering the fourteen-year-old’s slit.

Jolie’s attention was focused on the face of her girlfriend. It always made her happy to see Monica enjoy those nice feelings you got from doing sex. She saw the girl’s eyes open and meet hers.

“Jolie?” said the fourteen-year-old. “Come kiss me while Mum licks m-my kitty.”

“Sure!” Jolie answered, scooting over to where her friend lay. She flopped down on her belly, then kissed the tip of Monica’s nose.”It’s nice to play loving games with your mummy, huh?”

“Ohhhhh yesss,” Monica groaned. “But it’s even b-better with you here, Jolie. God, I’m – I’m so in love with you… and y-your mum, and my mum…”

“Yay! All of us in love!” Jolie exclaimed. She kissed Monica fiercely, fucking the girl’s mouth with her tongue. Monica responded in kind, wrapping both arms around her lover as their kiss deepened.

Now seated at the lower left-hand corner of the bed, Dana lightly fingered her slit as she took in the view of her daughter and their guests engaging in hot lesbian sex. But it didn’t take long until the urge to join in became too acute to resist… and Abby’s luscious bum presented itself as a most appealing target.

Dana positioned herself between Abby’s outstretched legs, nudging them further apart as she drew close enough to bask in the thick, musky aroma of the woman’s holes. It made her mouth water. Closing the distance, she pressed a lover’s kiss into the dripping cunt, coating the lower part of her face with Abby’s fluids.

Abby gave an ecstatic moan, muffled by her daughter’s sex. Dana swirled her tongue around the vaginal opening several times, then licked a pathway upward to explore her new lover’s anus. Pleased to hear Abby moan again, louder this time, Dana slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Just then, Monica cried out, caught up in an explosive orgasm. She was out of breath and no longer able to kiss, so Jolie had switched to sucking her nipples, moving from breast to breast.

Seconds later, Abby was coming too, eyes wide in astonishment as Dana stimulated her g-spot.

Left breathless by their shared ecstasy, Monica and Abby found their way into each other’s arms. “Oh, Mum,” she whispered, “thank you for making me feel so good. Can I… can I lick your pussy now?”

Abby gave a shaky laugh. “Not just yet, sweetie. Your mother’s pretty knackered at the moment…”

“You can lick me if you want,” Jolie said, beaming with delight. “I haven’tt had the good feeling yet!”

“Oh, sure,” Monica replied with a grin, rolling onto her back. Jolie carefully mounted her face, and they were off and running.

Abby turned to face Dana. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”

***

As the afternoon progressed, the four lovers lost track of the number of orgasms they enjoyed, and it grew less and less certain who was pleasuring who.

Eventually they were all completely spent, lying entwined on Dana’s bed, their bodies glazed with the proof of their sexual labours.

Abby managed to roll off the bed and stand upright, though she did totter a bit. As she made her way to the door, Monica called after her. “Where are you going, Mum?”

“Oh, I’ll be back in a minute,” Abby replied. The others assumed she was going to the toilet.

They were wrong – when Abby returned, she held an expensive camera.

“Smile!” she said with a grin, aiming the device. A whir and a click were heard..

Rolling her eyes, Monica sighed, “Oh, Mum!”

Dana spluttered, unsure how she felt about documenting their incestuous activities.

As for Jolie, she giggled and lay back, spreading her legs wide apart. “Peekaboo!” she squealed.

Abby’s camera recorded the display, then she noticed Dana’s look of concern. “Don’t worry, love,” she hastened to say. “These will be for our eyes only, I promise.” Then she handed the camera to Dana. “I’ve adjusted the settings; can you take one of me with Monica?”

A few minutes later, Dana had relaxed enough to get into their impromptu photo session as she took shot after shot of Abby with her daughter.

Soon Jolie got into the action, presenting her bottom to “Aunt Abby.” The woman promptly began to rim her bumhole, while Monica scooted underneath Abby, eager to go down on her mum.

Image after rude image was preserved – women cavorting with underage girls, teenage girls sharing pleasure with one another, mothers exploring new and thrilling possibilities with their daughters. For the rest of the afternoon, they revelled in their newfound love.

Dana was blissfully content, no longer worried about her daughter’s future. It was no longer just the two of them facing the world. Jolie now had good people who loved her, both emotionally and physically.

The End

A quick recap of the Story Thus Far: Rural paramedic Nettie Hastings finds herself in the middle of a flurry of unexplained overdose calls and, with the help of her best friend and former lover, Terry Wilder, has begun putting clues together linking the source to her own hometown. Some suspect Terry’s involvement, including police chief George Fronse, as Terry’s ex-wife is a convicted drug trafficker. A drug raid on an abandoned meat locker goes awry, and Nettie’s father is killed in an explosion. A DEA agent named Bridgette Ramscone is brought in to work the case, and she seems to take a special interest in Nettie who, in the meantime, has entered into a clandestine affair with Terry’s preteen daughter.

For a more detailed breakdown of this story’s chapters, please consult the Chapter Links.

by Rachael Yukey

It takes a lot to knock me on my ass. I can take almost anything in stride and just keep right on moving, which is one of the reasons I’m good at my job. At work they call me the Iron Lady for exactly that reason, although I like to think of myself as the little dog in the fire. You know… the meme where the doggie is sitting in the middle of a fire, he’s smiling, and the caption reads ‘this is fine’? That’s me.

But it’s still possible to pull the rug out from under me, I guess. When DEA agent Bridgett Ramscone asked about my relationship with Halee, my gut twisted in knots.

Somehow, I forced my face to remain expressionless. “What do you want to know?”

“Let’s start simple. Is she a good kisser?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bridgett shook her head. “Oh, Nettie, we’re not going to do this, are we? I thought I made myself plain at our first meeting. We’re kindred spirits, you and I. Probably the first one you’ve ever encountered. That’s one of the reasons you should come work for me in the Twin Cities. I could introduce you to an entire community of women who love girls… and girls who love us back.”

My pulse quickened. I had to resist the urge to pinch myself. Was this actually happening?

“You know how to pick ‘em, too,” she went on. “That young lady is smokin’. Not only is she pretty, but you can just feel the sexual energy oozing out of her. How long has this been going on between you two?”

I stood, a little too abruptly, and turned away from her. “I should be getting back to my place,” I said.

The next thing I knew she was behind me – hand on my waist, tits pressed against my back, hot breath on my neck.

“How long?” she breathed. Her hands slipped around to the front, traveled up my belly, and cupped my breasts.

All at once I could feel my panties dampening, and my breathing becoming ragged. There was no point in even trying to conceal my sudden and intense arousal.

“It’s… kind of a new thing,” I got out in a breathy, uneven voice.

“Is it your first time with a kid?” One of her hands was tracing its way down my belly, pulling up my shirt, caressing the warm flesh beneath.

I nodded, my breath coming in hot gasps as she undid the button of the slacks I’d changed into after the funeral. Then the zipper came down, fingers dipping even further to fondle me through the pants. I moaned and went up on tiptoe.

“Girls are so beautiful,” she was saying in sensuous tones. “So soft and delicate. And they taste different from women, have you noticed? Do you like the way little Halee tastes?”

“She’s d-delicious,” I whispered. Bridgett’s fingers slipped inside my slacks, insinuated themselves beneath the waistband of my panties, and moments later were rubbing up and down inside my slit. “Oh… oh, God…”

“What are her tits like?”

“Tiny!” I wailed. “But perfect. It turns her on so much when I… when I lick… oh my God…”

“Where I come from,” she whispered, as the waves of pleasure intensified, “a woman who knows where to look can find all kinds of girls who want what she has to offer. Black girls, white girls, Mexican girls, girls in their teens or girls in grade school. Girls with smooth, wet, needy pussies. Girls who want us to do to them what I’m doing to you right now. To touch them, to kiss them, to make them come…”

My orgasm hit right then. I cried out repeatedly, going back up on my toes, then down again. My legs almost buckled, but I managed with an effort of will to stay upright. Bridgett kept her fingers in my pants, pressed firmly against my clit, until I turned to face her. Her color was high, her breath coming in harsh gasps. I drew her to me with force, using my superior height as a blunt instrument. Bending her backwards, I mashed my lips to hers.

She met me with equal intensity, our tongues doing furious battle. I walked her backwards, her feet almost dragging as I backed her to the recliner she’d been sitting on, tumbling her into it. Then I was on my knees, undoing her jeans, yanking them from her body along with her panties. She was completely hairless down there; probably waxed. I shoved my hand between her legs, finding her dripping wet and receptive. I slipped two fingers inside of her, and her butt lifted off of the chair.

“Like the little ones, do you?” I growled as my fingers pumped in and out. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I was totally getting high on taunting this domineering little bitch. “Well, you just think about Halee’s sweet little pussy, the one I get to touch and you only get to dream about. She has just a little bit of hair the same color as the hair on her head, long enough to be soft but not long enough to get between your teeth. Speaking of which, you’re right – she is so goddamn tasty. She’s got these delicate little inner lips that you just can’t get enough of. You just picture that, and keep on wishing you were as lucky as I am.”

With that, I dove in, my extended tongue finding her clit, glorying in her uninhibited cries of pleasure. I ate her and finger-fucked her forcefully, almost brutally, until she came screaming, a gush of warm liquid dampening my face. I felt a grin forming as I lapped up as much as I could catch; I do so love a squirter. It flashed through my mind to be grateful that the recliner was upholstered in leather.

***

We had a beer after that, seated together on the love seat. I’m not really a beer person, but that’s what was in Dad’s fridge. She told me about her own awakening to her unusual sexual proclivities, the pain she’d gone through coming to terms with it, and the communities available in metro areas that had no counterpart in my neck of the woods.

“It sounds creepy at first,” she said, “and I was worried that some of the girls involved might be trafficked. But that’s not how it is. Everything is one hundred percent voluntary, and most of the girls live perfectly ordinary lives with their parents. But these are girls who have discovered themselves as sexual beings, and desire the company of grown women. Basically everyone gets what they want, and nobody has to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“It sounds fantastic,” I told her.

“It’s amazing,” she said. “and you would be a natural fit. You’re tall, you’re beautiful, and you have an amazing tongue.” She chuckled. “Please understand, this is completely independent of my job offer. I could get you doing investigations work closer to home if that’s your preference. I really do think you’d make a phenomenal investigator.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll give it some thought. Speaking of investigations, how the hell did you find out about Halee coming to my place, anyway?”

She grinned mirthlessly. “The first evening we were here, I had some agents speed-review the last five days worth of surveillance footage from every public building in the city of Bronning, including the hallway cam coverage from every apartment building in town that has it. Which yours does. And…”

She shifted a little, an apologetic expression on her face. “You already know that Terrance Wilder is a person of interest to us in this case,” she went on. “So, anytime he or any of his kids appeared in the footage, it was flagged for my attention. Even on that shitty hallway footage, the sexual tension between you two was sharp enough to cut your hands. Mind you, I don’t think most people would have seen it. I do, because I’ve been down the same road you’re on.”

“But when I met you on Tuesday, you specifically mentioned our movie night,” I said. “How did you know that’s what we told Terry?”

“Because Halee was also caught on camera leaving your apartment complex the next morning,” said Bridgett, “and one of your neighbors spoke to her on the way out. I questioned the neighbor, and she told me that she just asked the kid what brought her there for an overnight stay. Halee told the neighbor that you’re a friend of her dad’s, and you had a girl’s movie night together.”

There must have been something in my expression, because Bridgett laid a soothing hand on my arm. “Relax,” she said. “I don’t think your neighbor suspects anything at all, and I’m pretty good at picking up on stuff like that. She was just making conversation. And speaking of all this, I’m expected back for a meeting with my team.”

I saw her to the door, and she got her boots back on. She slipped her hands around my waist, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed me. I hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back firmly.

“I’m going to stay in town as long as I can get away with it,” she said. “I don’t know if you’re exclusive with Halee Wilder, but if you’re not, I wouldn’t say no to an introduction. I would love to spend an evening with her – or even better, with both of you.”

Not giving me the chance to reply, she unfurled her umbrella and stepped out into the rain.

***

I had dinner with Uncle Jason and his family at the Franklin Supper Club just outside of town; the closest thing you can get to fine dining without driving at least thirty miles. We then returned to Dad’s place. Jason cracked open a fifth of bourbon he’d purchased for the occasion, and we talked long into the night. Jason had recently become operations manager for a large regional medical flight service, and was still working as a songwriter on the side. The songwriting royalties were, as he put it, his fuck-you money.

“The day I get bored with EMS, I can just tell ’em to piss off,” he said cheerfully.

Lisa was serving her second term as mayor of Dickson, and campaigning for state office. Julie was an electrical engineer doing design work. Mallory was a classical pianist teaching at the University of Colorado and pursuing a dual doctorate in music and art. We spent most of the time catching up rather than reliving the past, and for that I was grateful. The last thing I needed right now was to dredge up the phase of my life that encompassed most of our shared history.

I don’t mean to imply there were no good memories… there were, and I suspected there was much more than my traumatized mind would allow me to remember. Looking at Julie and Mallory, arms around each other on the couch, I couldn’t help but picture them the exact same way, but in immature, twelve-year-old bodies. With no clothes on. Was it a true image, or the product of my twisted imagination?

I could hear Julie’s little-girl voice, emerging from the past. “You can come sit with us if you want, Nettie. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I imagined my first shaky step in their direction.

Then the memory, if indeed that’s what it was, vanished below the churning surface of my subconscious.

***

Late afternoon the next day found me in Terry’s living room, sipping coffee on the couch. It was a nice day despite the spring chill, and he’d kicked the kids out of the house so we could talk. Halee and Naomi were keeping watch over the younger girls at the city park.

“Interesting,” Terry was saying. “I wonder which of Kathryn’s former associates are here in the area. A lot of them, once all the arrests happened and the smoke cleared, turned out to be people I knew. Not well, but folks I’d met at parties and other such. Some of them I’d probably recognize if I saw them, but Special Agent Perky Tits hasn’t come to me with any questions about it. Or about anything, for that matter.”

“I don’t think she really trusts you,” I admitted.

“I can’t say that I blame her,” he replied with a shrug. “It doesn’t take a genius to see how all this has to look from her perspective.”

“She thinks you’re lying about not knowing what your ex was up to. She says you’re too smart to not have seen it.”

Terry laced his hand behind his head. “She was pretty damn forthcoming with you, huh?”

Terry, honey, you have NO idea. “Very,” I said.

“Interesting, considering that she had to assume I’d hear about it from you afterward.”

“She’s grasping at straws,” I said. “That’s her words, not mine. The investigation isn’t getting anywhere.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he said, “because that means it’s going to happen again. Maybe not here, probably not, but somewhere.”

“She didn’t say it, but I think she’s worried about the same thing. I don’t think she really even believes you had anything to do with it. She’s just jumping down every rabbit hole she can think of before her bosses pull her out.”

A sour smile twisted his lips. “She thinks I’m lying about my knowledge of Katryn’s business activities, but doesn’t really think I’m involved in the meat locker situation?”

I squirmed a little. “She didn’t really suggest that you were actively involved with what your wife was doing,” I countered. “Just that you must have at least known that something was going on.”

Terry blew out his breath. “I think most of the agents that questioned me after Kathryn’s arrest believed the same thing, and I get it. Granted that I was insanely busy once my career started to take off, but I clearly had a tremendous blind spot where she was concerned. Looking back, there were a thousand red flags. I simply failed to see them for what they were. Maybe even subconsciously pushed them aside, because I didn’t want to think about it.”

I searched his face, looking for truth. Bridgett’s words were hammering through my head. But it was Terry who had stood by me for three years running, in spite of my fucked up shitty behavior. Terry who treated his daughters like precious jewels. Terry who was always there when people needed him. I liked Bridgett, but I knew where my loyalties lay. Besides, I thought I understood the wistful look on his face.

“You really loved her,” I said, “didn’t you?”

“Guess I did,” he said, grinning ruefully. “Guess I still do. She was something, Nettie. Stone cold monstrous bitch at the end of the day, but really something.”

He sat back. “As for Special Agent Stick-Up-The-Ass,” he went on, “I wonder if it’s dawned on her that if I’m as all-fired brilliant as she thinks I am, I wouldn’t be dumb enough to start a drug operation right in my own backyard, in an out-of-the-way place that I moved to for no reason she can understand. Or to bring in my wife’s former partners. That’s the literal definition of shitting where one eats, then flaunting said shit under the noses of the authorities.”

I snickered. “I said literally that,” I said, “and she agreed. She’s not a bad sort, Terry. I think she’s just really frustrated that she’s going to have to go home empty-handed.”

“Fair enough.”

Talk turned to other things, and after a while the girls returned. Dawn came in ahead of her sisters, cryptically informing us that Halee might need help at the door.

“We picked up a stray,” Halee told us as I stepped into the foyer, Terry close behind. She was assisting Chelsey Milne into the house. I remembered that they’d had a sleepover planned for the previous night, and wondered how that had transpired. I knew Halee had designs on the little cutie, but doubted she’d been able to accomplish much with Naomi present.

I moved to help her get Chelsey to the bench, as Naomi came in behind them with her friend’s wheelchair. Chelsey was wearing a simple blue t-shirt with wide sleeves, and a long skirt. It was elegant in a young girl sort of way, and I supposed it was also a practical ensemble for someone with braces on an arm and a leg.

Terry grinned. “Didn’t we just get rid of you a couple of hours ago?” he said to Chelsey, a note of teasing in his voice. Chelsey looked uncertain, as if not knowing whether to take him seriously or not. Something about that bothered me; most eleven-year-olds know better than to take such a remark personally. I wondered if she was accustomed to the adults in her life wanting her to go away.

Naomi solved it by playfully whacking her dad on the arm. “We brought her here to help with the famous Disappearing Parent Trick,” she informed him saucily.

This elicited more hilarity from the younger girls than it probably deserved, but it served its purpose. Chelsey giggled with them, looking at ease once more.

“She was at the park with her aunt Judy,” Halee explained, “and her mom showed up wanting Judy to help her run some errands. They were worried about having enough room in the car with Chelsey and her wheelchair, so I invited her to come back with us. Hope that’s not a problem.”

I turned my head towards Terry so that only he could see me roll my eyes. His expression matched my thoughts pretty well. I wondered what errands they’d be running that could possibly exceed the capacity of Judy Milne’s Suburban.

Terry made a show of spreading his hands. “My entire existence is already comprised of a giggling gaggle of girls,” he complained good-naturedly. “What’s another, more or less?”

“How are you feeling, Chelsey?” I asked her.

“Better,” she assured me. “The physical therapy isn’t much fun, though. But the doctor says next week my arm’ll be good enough I can start using crutches; then I won’t need that stupid wheelchair.”

We helped Chelsey down the hall to the living room. Then, just when people were getting settled, Terry’s pager sounded. I was vaguely aware that the on-call crew was already on a run with Rig One.

“Bronning Ambulance, respond with Bronning Fire to the junction of County Road Two and Merlin Creek Drive for an ATV rollover; victim is pinned under the machine and has an altered level of consciousness. Caller believes the victim has been trapped for some time. ALS intercept from Melville is being dispatched as well. You’ll have county channel FC3; your time is 16:30.”

Terry looked at me questioningly. “On-call is already out,” he said, “You up for it?”

“Let’s go,” I said.

Terry plucked his radio from the charger. “Bronning Ambulance Rig Two, Franklin. We’ll be responding with an ALS crew, so you can cancel the intercept from Melville.”

“Copy, Bronning, 16:31.”

As we headed for the foyer, Terry called out over his shoulder. “Sorry, Halee, but this leaves you in the unenviable position of Queen Monkey of the Wilder Zoo for a couple of hours. There’s chili in the crock pot for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” came the sardonic reply, “and I know about the chili, because I made it.”

***

Terry was behind the wheel, the rig chewing up the gravel and spitting it out behind us. We were about three miles south of County Two when the radio crackled.

“Bronning Fire to Bronning Ambulance Rig Two.”

I snatched up the mic. “Go for Rig Two.”

“We’re on scene at the rollover. It’s one of those big four-seat Ranger models, and the victim is pinned at the waist. We want to get it off of him, but that DEA lady and a couple of her goons are here too, and they won’t let us. She says it could kill him. Any instructions?”

I felt a cold chill, but a wave of relief as well. “Absolutely do not extricate the patient. She’s right. When did she arrive on scene?”

“They were right behind us.”

Terry was turning onto County Two.

“Is the patient alert?” I said into the mic.

“Awake but confused. He’s really cold, too.”

I considered the implications. Merlin Creek Drive is a minimum maintenance road that hardly sees any traffic until the handful of snowbirds who live there show up in late May. He could easily have been lying there all day without anyone noticing, and the temperatures hadn’t climbed above fifty until noon or so.

“Keep his upper half warm as you can,” I said, “and under no circumstances move that Ranger. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Merlin Creek Drive is narrow, rutted, and more dirt than gravel. Thankfully we didn’t have to drive on it. As we approached we could see a line of rescue vehicles, including George Fronse’s squad car and a County Sheriff’s Deputy cruiser. The black Suburban that Bridgett’s people had been using was there as well.

In the deep part of the ditch just past where County Two intersected with Merlin Creek, I could see a swarm of humanity milling around something I couldn’t make out. As we closed in, I realized they were working behind a large stand of marshes; whatever they were dealing with would have been completely concealed from cars driving by on County Two. Even in its brown, wilted early spring state, the aquatic foliage made for an impenetrable visual barricade.

“We’re going to want the monitor, the first-in bag, and the ALS bag,” I told Terry as he eased past the rolling iron, trying to get as close as possible. “I want you to get a four-lead, blood sugar, and vitals, in that order. We’ll have PD and fire get set up to load. I have to get a line and give him sodium bicarb before we get him out.”

I don’t know if Terry understood what I was up to, but he didn’t waste time asking questions. He tucked the rig into the spot that the other emergency vehicles had thoughtfully left for us. I timestamped our arrival, slammed the laptop closed, and picked up the mic, which was still resting in my lap.

“Bronning Ambulance Rig Two, Franklin, on scene,” I said. I was already opening the passenger side door.

I tossed the laptop onto the bench seat, and yanked the two bags out. Terry got the monitor. Hastening towards the ditch, I marched right past George Fronse, who was coming forward to greet me.

“Get some guys to pull the cot out and get the buckles loose,” I tossed off to him as I passed, “and have someone bring a backboard down here.”

“Oh, and tell someone to crank the heat in the back all the way up,” Terry added. He was right on my heels.

The Ranger was lying on its side, a man in perhaps his late thirties sticking out from just above the pelvis. I didn’t recognize him. It was in the very bottom of the ditch, in a morass of cold, mucky, wet goop. He wasn’t shivering, and that was a bad sign. Fire had placed a cervical collar around his neck, and he was receiving oxygen via a non-rebreather mask. His eyes were wild and confused. He was covered from the neck down with what looked like every blanket the rescue rig carried, and someone had wrapped one around the top of his head.

People parted for me as I approached. Standing directly over the victim on the opposite side from which I approached was Bridgett, with two of her subordinates immediately behind.

I dropped to my knees in the muck, momentarily regretting that I was wearing jeans I actually liked. Terry came round the other side, and as he settled to his knees I saw that he was staring at the patient, a strange expression on his face. His lips mouthed something I couldn’t make out. Then he gave his head a hard shake, and started yanking down the saddlebag zippers on the monitor.

As I broke the lockout tag on the first-in bag and extracted the IV kit, I addressed the firefighter nearest me, registering belatedly that it was Brian Severson.

“Have we got a name?”

“No one recognizes him,” said Brian, “and everything he says is just jumbled and confused. I don’t really have anything.”

I was wrapping a tourniquet around an arm, searching frantically for a decent vein. Cold and dehydrated; the worst of all worlds. I yanked a hot pack from the bag and slapped it down on the forearm.

I shoved the rest of them at Brian. “Pack his armpits with these.”

I pulled back the forearm hot pack, and was rewarded with a nice fat vein. I became aware of George Fronse standing directly over me, looking furious. I ignored him as I prepped my chosen site, and started the line.

“I’m just gonna say it,” George said suddenly. “Why are we treating him in the cold mud instead of the warm ambulance?”

I didn’t waste time looking up. I was drawing up a very large vial of medication into a big syringe. “Because,” I said, “He’s had no circulation to his lower extremities for Christ knows how long. Hours, from the look. All the blood trapped down there below his waist is going to be totally acidotic. If I don’t give him something to buffer it before we let all that crap loose, it could kill him.”

I started pushing the bicarbonate, and glanced at the cardiac rhythm on the monitor. No arrhythmias yet, but I knew that could change in a hurry once full circulation returned.

“The sugar was 89,” Terry informed me. He still had the oddest expression on his face. He finished wrapping the blood pressure cuff around an arm, and pressed a button on the monitor. I pushed the last of the med, detached my syringe, and got to my feet..

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” I said. “let’s roll this beast off of him. The moment he’s loose I want him on the backboard, and then we’ll carry him up to the cot. Don’t waste time with straps; just be careful not to drop him. We’ll buckle him up once we have heat blowing on him.”

People surrounded the large ATV, Bridgett and her two men included. “All right, people!” Bridgett called out, effortlessly taking charge. “On my count. One… two… three.”

With that many people putting their backs into flipping the machine, the lift appeared effortless. It came down on all four wheels ponderously, splattering muddy water. The man on the ground let out a loud groan. He was on the backboard in seconds, being hauled up to the cot. Terry was carrying the monitor, cables trailing between him and the man on the backboard. I didn’t wait to observe the loading process; I went in through the side door, plopping onto the bench seat as the back doors were opened from outside. After several minutes with the heat at full blast, the back of the rig was like an oven. I instantly broke out in a sweat. Grabbing supplies from an overhead cabinet, I spiked a bag of fluids.

As the cot was shoved in past my legs, Brian Severson stuck his head in through the side door. “Need a driver?”

“Yes, please.”

Terry got in, slammed the monitor into its mount, and wordlessly began cutting clothes off. His face was a mask chiseled from stone. I hung my fluid bag, and as I switched the hose running to the face mask from portable oxygen to the truck feed, I was dimly aware of the driver’s door opening and closing.

“Ready to roll, Nettie?” Brian called from up front.

“Let’s move,” I told him.

As the rig eased into motion, I rubbed the patient’s sternum, hard. “Hey, can you hear me?” He blinked at me and groaned.

Terry was doing a trauma assessment as he removed clothing, his hands running up and down limbs. I grabbed one of the crappy house stethoscopes that were hanging from a nearby hook, cursing the fact that my own was in my work bag at home. Before placing the bell on the man’s chest, I caught Terry’s eye.

“Someone you know?”

“Someone I met a few times back in LA, but be damned if I remember his name. He was arrested in the same sting that took Kathryn down. She used to introduce him as her broker, with the air of someone enjoying an inside joke. One of about a million clues that I should have taken seriously.”

I covered the chest back up with blankets and got a thermal cap on the guy’s head while I debated the merits of intubating him. Terry was still talking as he cut off the pants.

“Note the location,” he said. “County Two and Merlin Creek Drive bracket the valley containing the auction grounds and the meat locker on the south and east sides. Nobody is getting into the valley itself right now, what with the presence of the Black Suit Brigade commanded by Special Agent Delectable Tushie, so what do you suppose he was up to?”

Finishing with his cut, he pulled the denim aside. “Jesus, Nettie, look at the discoloration on his legs.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I examined the dusky, mottled flesh. Terry pulled a shoe and sock off, and that looked even worse.

“Worst compartment syndrome I’ve ever seen,” I observed. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “He’ll most likely be a double amputee by this time next week… if he survives.”

Sliding back up the bench seat towards the patient’s head, I shined my penlight in both pupils, and leaned in close.

“Hey,” I said again, enunciating carefully, “can you hear me?”

“Who’re you?” These were the first words I’d heard him speak.

“I’m Nettie, and I’m a paramedic. We’re taking you to the hospital. Can you remember what happened?”

“Tell Kathy what happened.”

Terry, who was pressing his hands into the patient’s hips to assess pelvic stability, froze in place.

“Who’s Kathy?” I asked.

“She’s Kathy. And she needs to know. Someone has to tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“That it happened.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “I can’t tell her if you don’t tell me.”

“Just tell her.”

Suddenly Terry was leaning in from his place on the jump seat.

“Is your name Darren Sanders?” he inquired.

“Darren! That’s my name.”

“And by Kathy, are you by any chance referring to Kathryn Wilder?”

The man squeezed his eyes closed. “Just tell Kathy,” he groaned through clenched teeth. He spoke no more for the remainder of the drive to the hospital.

On to Chapter 15