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.)

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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!