Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from BlueJean: Sometime in the latter half of 2022 I happened to ask JetBoy if I could tinker with an unfinished story of his. Foolishly, he gave me his blessing, and so I began scribbling in earnest, gleefully adding brand new scenes, including one that involved a ferret running amok in a car. Having read my radical retelling of the first chapter, JetBoy very calmly explained that it wasn’t really what he had in mind. After apologising profusely and promising it would never happen again, I set to work on a more restrained effort, and over the course of many months, he and I tossed the story back and forth like two tennis players with a word ball, adding new parts, expanding others, reworking dialogue, and fleshing out characters. The result of our considerable labours awaits you below – a story entirely devoid of ferrets.

Note from JetBoy: In the midst of editing work on BlueJean’s “The Beekeeper’s Daughters” (if you haven’t read that story yet, why the hell not?), I offhandedly told him that I had an unfinished novel, set nearly a century ago in England, that I’d been chipping away at for ages. Curious, he asked me to send him what I’d composed thus far; I did so, then forgot he’d even asked to see the thing. Imagine my surprise when, a few months later, BlueJean asked if I’d be okay with him putting in some work on it. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better person for the job, so he got the go-ahead. 

When I got my first piece of reworked text, I was horrified by how many changes he’d made. (I imagine a few dozen past and present Juicy Secrets authors muttering, “Now YOU know how it feels, dickweed.”) But upon taking a closer look, I noticed that most of the alterations didn’t alter as much as I’d thought, and nearly all of them were spot-on. I went through what he’d done, making changes and additions of my own, then threw it back to him…. aaaaaannnnnnd just like that, we were off and running.

Since BlueJean writes at least ten times faster than I do, he ended up composing a hell of a lot of the new material which, like everything else, got passed back and forth until we were both satisfied with the result… though I contributed new scenes as well. At this point, we’ve been through the text so exhaustively that it’s hard to say who did what – a collaborative work in the very best sense of the word. And if I may speak for both BlueJean and myself, we are well pleased with the final result. It’s not Lolita, admittedly… but for a couple of amateur authors, it ain’t too shabby. 

So here it is, dear friends – Chapter One of the BlueJean/JetBoy lesbian novel. Hope you like it. 

 

By JetBoy and BlueJean

Prologue

I am old now, so I will tell my story while I still have the time and memory to do so. For whom I recount it, I’m not sure – this is certainly not a tale for grandchildren, or for the pensioners I play bridge with on Thursday afternoons. Perhaps I tell it for myself, to gather it all together in one place, that I might make sense of those years and all that happened in that old house.

Yes. For myself, then.

I was left an orphan at the age of eight when my parents perished in a ballroom fire one New Year’s Eve. There were no living relations to take me in, so I was thrown on the mercy of the state, who subsequently shunted me into a Catholic institution for girls with no families – a dreary, miserable place that seemed to exist solely to wring all the life and hope from those who washed up there. Even at my tender age, though, I had a fierce determination to make something of myself.

The orphanage allowed no idle hands. We were apprenticed in various vocations suitable for young ladies on the lower rungs of society – maids, secretaries, house cleaners, cooks. In many ways, those institutions served as human factories, churning out cheap labour for the privileged few. As one of the brighter girls, I was trained in the role of caring for children. In those days it was quite common for families to take girls from orphanages for live-in jobs as nannies and governesses when they came of age.

As it happened, I turned out to be rather good with children, having become a sort of mother figure to several of the younger girls. I could also read and write well, and came to be quite deft with a needle and thread. So when Mrs. Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters, came looking for someone suitable to look after her girls, the sisters presented me to her as a potential candidate. I was terribly nervous that day, enough that I could barely meet her gaze, but she seemed to approve of me, and I was given the position.

This was a most fortunate turn of events. If I did the job well and gave no cause to displease my employer, I might have a home with the Shaws for at least two years, possibly even longer. As I had not a soul to call family, this was perhaps my only opportunity to free myself from the stigma of poverty and charity; to find my own way in the world.

So I packed my meagre belongings: three dresses, two changes of underwear, a single pair of shoes, a bracelet that had belonged to my mother and a Bible given me by the Mother Superior, a parting gift that was surely intended to remind me that though I had managed to escape their grasp, God would still be watching. I would later abandon it on the train, taking great satisfaction in that small act of defiance. I left without a backward glance, accompanied to the station by one of the sullen drabs who worked in the orphanage kitchen. There, I boarded the train that took me to Croydon, from where I would make my way to Shadowglen, the house where the Shaw family resided.

The year was 1935, and I had only just turned sixteen.

I

Shadowglen was to the south of Croydon, on the rural outskirts of London. I would surely never have found it on my own if my new employer hadn’t arranged for one of the locals to meet me at the train station, a rather rumpled old man who took my case and placed it on the backseat of a battered old truck, then opened the passenger door for me. “Doris, is it?” he croaked. “I’m to bring ya to Mrs. Shaw’s.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very kind,” I replied as I climbed inside. The old man shut the door, then hobbled round to the front of the vehicle to crank up the engine, a feat that seemed to require considerable effort, as well as some choice language. When eventually the truck spluttered to life, he shoved himself behind the wheel without a word and we were on our way.

I hadn’t seen the countryside for many years – when I’d been very small and my parents had still been alive – so the ride to Shadowglen was a wondrous slideshow of greens and browns and yellows. The bright vibrancy of it all amazed me – a treat for the eyes after the dull grey spaces of an orphanage that seemed to drain the colour from anything it touched. And the air was so clean. When one has experienced the dirty green smog of London, the country is… well, a breath of fresh air. I wanted to gulp it down like cool water.

The old man didn’t seem to be one for conversation, but I was content to enjoy the scenery with the window wound down and that wonderful air rushing against my skin. After a couple of miles, he turned his truck onto a road that, I soon realised, wasn’t a road at all, but the thoroughfare of a large house that, for all my guileless naivety, seemed more like a palace. Was this really to be my new home?

After thanking the man and retrieving my case, I climbed the steps of the main entrance and stood poised at the doors. Steeling myself, I timidly raised the heavy brass knocker and brought it down, the loud crack making me jump.

Expecting a butler or housemaid to answer, I was surprised when Mrs. Shaw herself came to the door.

This was the first time I had met my new mistress since her visit to the orphanage, and it was only now that I became fully aware of her beauty. She was tall and slender, with dark blonde hair that hung loose around her shoulders, and striking blue eyes you could easily lose yourself in. Her smile radiated warmth, and at the sight of it I felt my nervousness ease somewhat.

“You’re here at last,” she said. “Welcome to Shadowglen.”

I dipped into a little curtsey, just the way I’d been taught. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“’Mrs. Shaw,’ will do just fine, I think,” she told me. Turning on her heels, she seemed to float across the floor with the smooth elegance of a dancer. I lingered on the doorstep, unsure if I was supposed to follow or not, until she peered back at me and extended a hand. “In you come, then. Let me show you around.”

As I hesitantly ventured inside, she added, “I’m afraid I was unable to meet you at the station myself. One of the tyres on my automobile is flat as a pancake, so I was obliged to have our gardener, Mr. Farnsworth, fetch you here. I trust the ride was satisfactory?”

“It was fine, ma’am – er, Mrs. Shaw, I mean,” I answered, wincing inside at how scatterbrained I must’ve seemed. Fortunately, my new employer didn’t seem to notice.

She gave me a tour of the house, or at least the parts that were relevant to my job – the kitchen and scullery, the dining hall, the drawing room. When we were done with the ground floor, I followed her upstairs. At the end of a lengthy passage was the room I would call home.

“It’s a little on the small size, but I do hope it’ll suffice,” Mrs. Shaw said as she took my case from me, setting it down on a sturdy wooden chest of drawers.

I could only stand there and gawp. I’d not had a room of my own since I was a child, and was astonished that this one would be all mine. Beside the chest of drawers, on which a mirror rested, was a large wardrobe, cut from the same dark wood. Blue curtains framed a window that looked out onto a well-kept garden, their colour matching the wallpaper and the eiderdown on the bed. The bed itself was small, but looked infinitely more comfortable than the cold metal bunks we made do with in the orphanage dormitories.

“Oh, Mrs. Shaw, it’s… it’s lovely!”

While I’d been gazing around me in awe, Mrs. Shaw was peeking inside my little case. “Dear me! Is this all you’ve brought with you?”

“It’s… all I have,” I mumbled, shamed yet again by my wretched poverty.

She looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments, then reached out to give my hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. There’s a seamstress in town. We’ll bring her over to measure you for some new things.”

I thanked my new mistress, grateful for her generosity, but it did sting my pride a little. Once I had the means to do so, I would march up to the shops, head held high, and buy whatever I needed with my own money.

Mrs. Shaw placed a hand upon my shoulder. “Come now. I’ll introduce you to the girls. They’re most eager to meet you.”

With that, we left my new room and went back through the hallway. “My daughters have only had one other nanny,” I was told. “Miss Haggerty had been with my family for many years. She took care of me as a child, actually.”

We reached a door with a little plaque on it that read Rebecca, the name surrounded by brightly painted flowers. “She came into a bit of property in Essex, and chose to retire, and I made the decision to seek someone… nearer the girls’ age as a replacement.” Mrs. Shaw carefully studied my face. “I feel certain, Doris, that you will work out quite nicely.”

She rapped her knuckles on the door and briskly opened it to draw me into a cheerfully-lit bedroom.

Three girls awaited me within. The eldest lay on her belly on a four-poster bed, while the younger two sat cross-legged on a rug spread before a small hearth.

“Here she is, children!” Mrs. Shaw announced.

I stepped out from her shadow and adopted a confident stance – back straight, hands resolutely linked in front of me. In truth, I was a tad nervous, but determined not to let it show. “Good afternoon, girls. My name is Doris Sloane.”

Mrs. Shaw pointed to each girl in turn. “This is my eldest, Rebecca. And there’s Sophia. And finally, my baby, Melinda.”

The two youngest girls found their feet and stood before me in what seemed to be a combination of respect and curiosity, but the older daughter just looked me over, making no effort to move from her place on the bed.

I already knew their ages. Rebecca seemed older than her fourteen years. Sophia, the middle child, not quite twelve, gave me a little wave.

Ten-year-old Melinda pouted. “I’m not a baby, Mummy,” she complained, but her frown quickly dissolved into giggles when Mrs. Shaw wrapped both arms round her waist and lifted her from the ground, then peppered the child’s face with kisses.

“I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. Supper will be at the usual time,” Mrs. Shaw told us as she made for the door. I smiled my thanks and gave her a nod of the head before turning my attention back to the three pairs of eyes watching me carefully.

“I only like for Mother to call me Rebecca,” the eldest girl stated – a touch haughtily, it seemed to me. I hoped I wouldn’t have any trouble from her. “Would you call me Becky instead?”

“I’d be happy to, Becky,” I replied. “If that’s what you prefer.”

“Mummy says you’re an orphan,” Melinda blurted out. “What happened to your parents?”

An alarmed Becky immediately shushed her youngest sister, while Sophia hissed, “Shut up, Melinda!”

The child was quite embarrassed, but I took no offence at her curiosity. Taking a place on the rug, I told them what had befallen me – that my parents had died; about my time at the orphanage. True, it wasn’t entirely proper for a nanny to tell her life story to the children she was caring for, but better to quell the whispers sooner rather than later, I thought. And besides, I wanted to establish a rapport with my charges, to show them I could be confided in. To me, trust was as important as respect.

The two youngest had what seemed like a million more questions, but Becky was still quietly appraising me, chin propped up on her hands while she listened to us chat, saying so little that it was hard to know whether she approved of me or not.

“I hope we can be friends,” I told them all when there was a pause in the conversation.

“Mother says you’re mainly here to help with Melinda and Sophia,” Becky told me. “I’m old enough to look after myself.”

I thought it best to let that pass for the moment. Mrs. Shaw’s eldest would either warm to me or she would not. Time would tell.

“Do you like George Formby?” asked Sophia, and Melinda merrily tinkled away on an invisible ukulele.

“I know who he is, but I’ve not really heard many of his songs,” I explained. “We… well, we were never allowed to listen to that kind of music at the orphanage. Just hymns, mostly.”

An expression of outrage flashed across the eleven-year-old’s face. “That’s awful!” she cried, as if I’d told her the nuns kept us chained to the walls at night. “We have a wireless downstairs. They play George Formby numbers quite often. And jazz, too.” She offered me a shy smile. “Would you like to listen with me after supper?”

“Of course,” I told her, glad for any opportunity to get to know the girls better.

The sharp tinkling of a bell came from downstairs, and the girls rose to their feet. “That means it’s time for dinner,” Melinda told me.

I took her hand in mine. “Lead the way, then!”

The ten-year-old smiled proudly, and the four of us made our way downstairs to the dining room.

II

Those first few days and weeks at Shadowglen took some getting used to. When not occupied with the two youngest children, I was familiarising myself with the layout of the sprawling house and learning the ins and outs of housework, laundry and clothing repair, as well as numerous errands that took me into town and back. I threw myself into the work, and – exhausting though it could be – enjoyed keeping busy.

Much of Mrs. Shaw’s day was occupied with the running of her late husband’s company from the study she now called her own. Often she would venture into London – whether for business or social calls, I wasn’t sure, and it was certainly not my place to ask. I was amazed to see she owned her own automobile, and even more so to see her behind the wheel. A woman driving was practically unheard of back then, and it spoke much of her independence and strong character.

So it fell to me to make sure the children had their breakfast and got off to school on time, that their uniforms were clean and smart, and that they attended to their homework at night. During the day I mended their clothes, cleaned their rooms or ran errands for Mrs. Shaw.

There was plenty to be done, but somehow I still managed to find some free time for myself on occasion. The garden was a great pleasure to me during those days. The best the orphanage could offer was a high-walled backyard every bit as cold and glum as its interior, so sitting on the well-kept lawn of a beautiful house to eat my lunch or simply unwind felt rather decadent.

Shadowglen’s cook, Mrs. Broomfield, was a plump woman with a no-nonsense attitude but a kind heart who sometimes needed assistance in the kitchen. She lived down in the nearby village, and came to the house most days to prepare meals. She and I forged a quick friendship, and I was given the extra task of serving breakfast to Mrs. Shaw and the girls.

It was a thorough, but fairly steady routine, and after the first two weeks I felt comfortable with the workings of the household, and content with my new life.

As the weeks passed, I came to know the Shaw girls and their very different personalities.

At ten, Melinda was a little on the shy side, but her affection knew no bounds. She loved to be cuddled, and we soon grew close enough that she would often find a place on my lap during the evenings while we sat in front of the fire in the drawing room. She loved stories, and I would read to her as she lay tucked up in bed – though sometimes, if a tale was especially thrilling, she would insist on discussing the finer points of it with me when it was long past time to turn the light out and go to sleep. She was quite the budding horticulturist, and took great pride in her ability to name all the different plants and flowers in the family garden. Melinda was an unofficial assistant of sorts to Mr. Farnsworth, the taciturn old man who came by several times a week to maintain the grounds of Shadowglen. She was the only one there who could get much more than a nod out of him.

Eleven-year-old Sophia was the mischievous pixie, brimming with youthful energy. If a set of feet was heard racing up and down the stairs or dashing down the hall, they were certain to be hers. She had an insatiable curiosity about everything under the sun, equally content to watch a bird building its nest as she was studying the great fold-out atlas Mrs. Shaw had given her as a birthday gift. If Melinda’s great love was stories, then Sophia’s was undoubtedly music. Much of her time was spent listening raptly and sometimes dancing or singing to tunes on the wireless, until some distraction caught her attention and away she would fly, eager for a new adventure.

Becky was quiet, contemplative; perhaps even a little withdrawn. She was a voracious reader, and would often retreat to her room to bury herself in some book or another. Being the eldest at fourteen, she required much less attention than her younger sisters, so I didn’t have an opportunity to spend as much time with her.

I sensed a sadness in Becky that left me puzzled at first – she seemed to lack for nothing in life, after all – until I recognised the same melancholy in her that sometimes settled over me. I suspected my own fits of depression stemmed from the death of my parents, and I wondered if hers had something to do with the loss of her father. Since she was closest to my age, I hoped the two of us would become friends, but she remained distant – not hostile, simply aloof.

III

A month after my arrival, Mrs. Shaw summoned me to her study. I sat in the chair opposite her desk, nervously wondering if I had done something to displease her, but she simply asked me how I was settling in and whether the girls were behaving themselves under my care. Then she told me there was no need to address her by her surname anymore. “You may call me ‘Miss’ from now on,” she said, gently resting her hand upon mine. My cheeks coloured a little as I thanked her.

Not long after that, Mrs. Shaw gave me a gift that has sustained and enriched my journey through life – the love of books.

We had been taught our letters at the orphanage, but only for the purpose of studying the Good Book, or the old eighteenth and nineteenth century morality tales that we were expected to read to the younger children in our care. Genuine literature was frowned upon, seen as a corrupting influence by the harridans who controlled our lives. Those few girls who loved to read were mocked by the sisters for “putting on airs,” which all but ensured they would be teased and tormented by the others. And any girl caught with a book from the notorious Prohibitorum List – Madame Bovary, Canterbury Tales, Lady Chatterley’s Lover and numerous others – was soundly punished, and the offending tome consigned to the kitchen stove. “This is the only suitable book for a young lady,” our Sister Agatha routinely declared, brandishing her Bible like a weapon.

In that way, I’d attained womanhood with little to no interest in reading for pleasure. It took me by surprise, then, to see how devoted Mrs. Shaw was to her books. Her study held a generous library, and each day my mistress would pass an hour or two there, curled up in her chair with one of the many volumes that crowded the old oaken bookcases.

I suppose it was inevitable that I would wander into her study in my spare time to gaze at the well-stocked shelves, curious about their contents.

Eventually, I took one down, intrigued by its title: The Old Curiosity Shop. I opened it to the first page, read a few lines, and soon found myself caught up in the characters and their story. Without giving it much thought, I drifted over to the nearest chair to read a little more.

I was wrenched back into the here and now when I noticed my mistress standing in the open doorway, watching me.

I leapt to my feet, snatching the book just in time to prevent it from tumbling to the floor. “I – I’m sorry, miss!” I stammered, suddenly numb with horror. I’d been caught snooping. This was a disaster.

But Mrs. Shaw was quick to calm me. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Doris. Everyone in this house is allowed to use the library.” She paused, noting the volume I held. “The Old Curiosity Shop, eh? That was one of my favourites when I was your age. Have you read Dickens before?”

“No, miss,” I meekly replied. “We didn’t have many books at the orphanage… mostly just for children. For us to read to them, you see, when we went into service.”

She frowned. “So… you weren’t encouraged to read for yourselves? For pleasure?”

I shook my head. “Not really, miss.” I gave an unsteady laugh. “We… we weren’t supposed to do much of anything for pleasure.”

“Appalling,” Mrs. Shaw muttered. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, shaking herself out of her reverie with a comforting hand upon my arm. “My dear, you are well clear of that horrid place.”

Then she smiled at me, and dear reader, it was like the sun emerging from behind a dark cloud. Of all the things I remember about my mistress, it’s her beautiful smile that shines brightest in my memory. The way it would draw out her dimples and make her eyes sparkle like precious pale sapphires lingers in my mind to this day.

She gestured toward the book I held so reverently. “Doris, it would make me very happy if you were to take this with you. Read it at your leisure; bring it back when you’re done. Then you may take another – any you like, as often as you want. Books are meant to be shared and enjoyed by all.”

Something about Mrs. Shaw’s gesture touched me deeply. I’d had ample reason to note her kindness, but this meant something more to me, somehow. My mistress was allowing me a level of privilege that felt almost… intimate.

I thought of the satisfaction Mrs. Shaw took from her reading, realising for the first time that I might have that very same sense of fulfilment for myself. There they were, lined up and waiting, each book a world waiting to be explored. In opening her library to me, she was inviting me into a new, better life.

“Thank you, miss,” I whispered, hugging the volume of Dickens all the more tightly, overwhelmed with gratitude. I surely would have seized her hand and brought it to my lips to kiss, had a mere servant girl been permitted such a liberty.

I think she might have been a little embarrassed by my response to her generosity. She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “You’re welcome, Doris. Let me know when you’ve finished the book. You can share your thoughts on it.” With a wistful smile and a satisfied sigh, she murmured, “Yes. Good,” then drifted from the room.

For a moment I stood there, unsure what to do next. I wanted to spend more time with Mrs. Shaw, to gaze at that lovely face, hear her soothing voice. At the same time, I wished to immerse myself once more in The Old Curiosity Shop. But a glance at the clock told me the girls would be home soon, so I carried the precious volume back to my room, where I placed it on the night table.

Within two weeks I was reading as often as I could spare a moment, devouring one book after another. True to her word, Mrs. Shaw let me borrow from the library whenever I liked. And she always managed to find time to chat with me afterward about the stories and characters. At first I was timid and self-conscious about voicing my own impressions, but my mistress managed to draw me out, encouraging me to speak freely. She treated me as a friend, something no adult had ever done before.

I quickly came to relish our conversations, and began asking Mrs Shaw to recommend books she especially loved, that I might enjoy them as well. Sometimes when poring through a novel, I found myself pretending she was reading it too, enjoying the story along with me.

My admiration for Mrs. Shaw, I was beginning to realise, was straying into the realm of infatuation. She was like no woman I had ever known – strong-willed and extraordinarily beautiful, with a sense of elegance and poise that fascinated me. I believe every young girl needs an older woman to look up to, and in Victoria Shaw, I had found mine. My secret dream was that I might become like her someday, once I’d found my place in the world.

I slowly settled in, feeling more a part of the Shaw household with every passing day. It was the first time in my adult life that I had ever truly experienced a sense of belonging. I was content. And it was a very good feeling indeed.

IV

The day things changed for me came six weeks after I took my position with the Shaws.

I remember starting awake in the middle of the night, a cold sweat clinging to my body, my breath coming in short, sobbing rasps. The nightmare was a familiar one: my mother and father reaching out to me from the flames of the ballroom, their screams, the reek of burning flesh. In fact, I had not been there that night, but in my dream I was always present – frozen in place, unable to help them.

I lay there in the dark and wept, my head throbbing painfully.

I was unable to rise the following morning. When Melinda came to find out why I hadn’t been there to help her dress and braid her hair for the Sunday church service, I told her I was feeling unwell with a bad head. But I was harried by guilt, and knew I should drag myself out of bed and soldier on, or at least explain to Mrs. Shaw why I wasn’t there, attending to her daughters.

As it happened, the lady of the house came to me instead. Her blonde hair was swept back into a neat bun and she was wearing her Sunday best. She gave me a glass of water, then dropped two small white pills into my palm. “Wash those down, they’ll help with your headache.”

“I’m so s-sorry, Miss!” I stammered, my tears welling up all over again. “I – I’ll make up the time, I promise!”

Shushing me, Mrs. Shaw placed a hand upon my damp brow. “There’s no need to apologise. Try to get some sleep, and I shall come see you when we return from church.”

She closed the bedroom door and several minutes later I could hear the sound of her car disappearing up the driveway. I pulled the covers up around my pounding head, and eventually an uneasy sleep took me.

***

I awakened some time later to the sound of my bedroom door opening, then footsteps on the hard floor. The aspirin had softened the edges of my headache, but melancholy still coloured my soul.

I had been beset by these fits of depression for years, not frequently, but often enough to dread those times when they descended upon me. I saw it as a weakness, and grew infuriated with myself whenever these attacks occurred. I’d hoped that Mrs. Shaw would never see me in this state. Would she think less of me for it, or simply assume it was nothing more than a bad head and leave it at that?

She pulled a chair next to my bed and sat down. “How do you feel?”

I could smell her perfume. The scent awakened a strange longing in me, one I couldn’t put a name to. “Much better, thank you.”

“I’ve asked the girls not to bother you for the rest of the day.” She tugged her white kid gloves from her hands, then placed a palm against my brow. “You’re very warm. I hope you don’t have a fever.”

I stiffened a little at the sudden contact, but beneath that, something else stirred, something I would not – could not – entertain. “I don’t think I do, Miss.”

Mrs. Shaw must have sensed my unease, and sought to reassure me. “I have raised three girls, you know… and looked after them when they fell ill.”

Her hand remained upon my brow, her thumb gently stroking my temple. With the other hand, she slowly pulled the covers down to my waist.

“W-what are you doing, Miss?” I asked in a small voice.

“Checking to see if your skin is flushed. A fever will show most prominently upon the chest.” She began to unhook the buttons on my nightgown.

“I don’t think it’s a fever, Miss,” I protested, fighting the impulse to push her hands away. “I feel much better now.”

“Shhh… don’t argue. It won’t hurt to see.”

She pulled the gown open, baring my breasts. I attempted to cover them with my hands but Mrs. Shaw would have none of it. “Now, now. There’s no need for modesty between the two of us. I should think you were used to this kind of thing, being around other girls all those years.”

Needless to say, Mrs. Shaw understood little of our lives at the orphanage. We girls were seldom exposed to nudity, even our own. The sisters taught us that the body was a shameful thing, a vessel for sin. We dressed and undressed in near darkness, and bathed quickly in tiny isolated cubicles. To allow one’s nakedness to be seen by others was considered wanton, and any girl caught at it was sure to be punished.

I think I understood the folly of such oppression at the time, even if I was too young to express it in words. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to keep my head down and toe the line with the rest of those unfortunate souls. To do otherwise would have been a folly all its own. And yet, the daily rituals we endured had become so rehearsed, so ingrained, that my unexpected state of undress, and this sudden intimacy with Mrs. Shaw left me feeling vulnerable, even threatened.

Her eyes met mine, and something passed between us. She placed a hand upon my chest and stroked me there, her fingers brushing against the swell of my burgeoning breasts. “You’re quite lovely,” she told me softly, and I felt my face warming. “I don’t believe you have a fever. But you’re to stay in bed for the rest of the day. I shall bring you some soup later.”

Her hand trailed down to my belly, and a shiver thrummed through me. She looked into my eyes again. “Do you mind me touching you like this?”

I shook my head. What else was I to do? Slap her hands away and tell her to leave? She was my employer, and I didn’t have the luxury of jeopardising my position. But in truth, although alarmed at the way she allowed her hands to wander, the attention was not entirely unwelcome.

Suddenly her mouth was close to my ear. “Good,” she murmured, and in the next moment was gone from the room.

I lay there in a daze, my nightgown slung open, the sound of my own breathing loud in my ears. Somewhere out in the garden I could hear the girls playing in the afternoon sunshine, and the strangely comforting rattle and clunk of a push mower moving across the lawn.

Mrs. Shaw had left me wanting – awakened something that demanded attention. Sometimes, at night, as we lay in our beds in the orphanage, that same need had found me, found some of the others too, I suppose.

I have already told of how we were expressly forbidden to touch ourselves in ways deemed inappropriate, but it bears repeating, if only so you understand how a child’s innocent, inquisitive nature can be hollowed out and replaced with guilt and shame. It was drummed into us by the sour creatures who ruled our lives that masturbation was a mortal sin, that we were risking our very souls for a moment’s fleeting pleasure. We were taught to wash certain parts of our bodies as quickly as we were able when bathing, lest we succumb to earthly temptation. The sleeping quarters were policed after hours, and any girl caught touching herself was marched before us all the next day after morning prayers and punished for her actions.

We all knew the consequences of being caught – the bite of the cane across the palms, the shaming that accompanied it. And there were always tattletales, eager little sister’s pets who would do just about anything to get into the good graces of those monstrous harridans.

But sometimes the calling was simply too great, and in the dark, fingers would snake down beneath blankets, quiet, quiet, as quiet as can be.

This time, there was no one to hear me. It was my room. Mine alone. And my nightgown was open, and my hand was upon my belly, and a cool breeze blew across my bare skin from the open window.

With an eye towards the door, I touched myself – hesitantly at first, just a fingertip trailing along the warm cleft of my vagina. My other hand found a breast and kneaded it softly, a shared rhythm with the finger that had found the opening to my womanhood and was now probing the moist warmth within. When the liquid sounds of my exploration shattered the silence, I froze briefly, then remembered there was no one there to inform on me. Alone. So wonderfully alone.

I felt the tide rising within me, but with nothing to fear and no urgency to finish, this time it was mine to control, mine to make wax and wane as I saw fit. So I denied myself the release I craved for a long, wondrous while; taking myself to the very brink of ecstasy several times before allowing the waves to carry me over.

And I plummeted headlong into that delicious abyss… the sweet death that, strangely enough, was also a giver of life. And at that moment, dear reader, I was very much alive.

On to Chapter Two!

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

School was over for the summer. Linda felt uneasy about leaving her daughters at home alone, so she got herself set up to work in her study. It worked out even better than she’d hoped – without the daily interruptions that always seemed to occur in the office, she was getting a greater amount of work done, and she appreciated having more time to spend with the girls.

Linda was beginning to suspect her concerns about Kelly had been premature. After Jan’s visit, her oldest daughter had stopped dropping comments about sex and nudity, and she didn’t seem to be checking out other girls anymore. Kelly still hadn’t regained her memory, but at least she was behaving more like a normal child of eleven.

On their first Monday away from school, Kelly and Gabby were throwing the Frisbee out back. Gabby had just made a deft catch when their neighbor Cheryl’s sixteen-year-old daughter Alicia crossed over into their yard.

“Hiya, Ali!” Gabby called with a wave.

“Hi,” Ali replied as she looked at the nine-year-old in a way that Kelly instantly recognized. Gabby was wearing a pair of snug shorts that displayed her legs and bottom to impressive effect – sure enough, that was where Ali’s eyes went first.

“Hey, Gabby?” said Ali. “Pam wanted me to ask if you’d like to come over and play with her. She’s down in our basement.”

“Cool! Just let me ask Mom,” Gabby said as she turned and ran toward the house. Alicia touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip for a moment, watching Gabby’s ass as she ran toward the house.

Not having met Ali yet, Kelly drifted over to the older girl, noting that she looked like a younger version of her mother. Ali’s breasts were smaller than Cheryl’s, but they were the ideal size for the younger girl’s slender frame. Kelly liked Ali’s red hair, and her butt looked incredible in the tight jeans she wore.

“Hello,” Kelly said. “I know you know me, but I can’t remember you. Sorry.”

“It’s okay – I know what happened,” Ali said with a sympathetic nod. Kelly saw the older girl’s eyes flicker down to her chest for an instant before adding, “You can spend some time with me if you like, Kelly. We can go up to my room.”

“Did we used to hang out?” Kelly asked.

“No, not really,” Ali admitted. “But we’d all play games together sometimes.”

“Did we ever take our clothes off when we played?” Kelly asked.

Ali’s eyes widened. “You mean… completely naked?”

“Yeah. Did we ever?”

Ali laughed, but only to cover her surprise at the question. “No. I don’t know where you got that idea.” she said. “I meant, like, we mostly played board games, pick-up-sticks and stuff like that. I do remember one time when we were having a game of freeze tag… indoors, ‘cause it was raining. Everyone was running around a lot, so we ended up playing in just our underpants and t-shirts.” She laughed. “Actually, Pam and Gabby didn’t even bother with the t-shirts! Oh, wait, I remember now – when we started taking stuff off, you got embarrassed and left the room.”

“Really? But that sounds like so much fun!” Kelly said. “And I was all embarrassed, huh? Boy, I sure was different back then.”

Gabby appeared at the back door. “Mom wants to know if your mom’s home, Ali.”

“Yes,” Ali replied. “It’s okay with her.”

With a joyful whoop, Gabby bounded into the yard, racing toward the Benton home, yelling as she ran, “See you guys later!”

The two older girls waved, then Ali smiled. “Actually, playing naked sounds like a lot of fun. I’d be up for doing it… if everyone else did.”

“Me too,” said Kelly. She was still checking Ali out. In addition to her nice figure, she also had a pretty face. And she was dressed to perfection, in denim shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs, plus a tight t-shirt that displayed her titties to impressive effect.

Ali had been doing some looking of her own. She loved the cute tomboy thing Gabby had going, with blue cotton shorts that were a little too small for her, a baggy football jersey, battered sneakers and white socks that came up to her knees.

But the sight of Kelly really got her juices flowing. Kelly had on a pair of worn denim jeans and a powder blue t-shirt that was so thin, the girl’s budding breasts and puffy nipples could practically be seen through the fabric.

Touching Kelly’s arm, Ali said. “C’mon, let’s go inside.” Side by side, they made their way toward the house.

Once indoors, they found Ali’s mom Cheryl seated in the study, using the computer.

“Hi, Mrs. Benton,” Kelly said, smiling at the very attractive older woman. “Thanks for letting me and Gabby come over.”

“You’re welcome any time, hon,” she said. “But please, don’t call me ‘Mrs Benton.’ It’s ‘Cheryl.’ She gave the pretty eleven-year-old a wink.

“Okay, Cheryl,” Kelly replied. “Next time I won’t forget.”

“Mom, I’m gonna show Kelly my room,” Ali said as she put a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and guided her to the stairs.

“Have fun.” Cheryl said.

Once the girls were gone, she brought the Porn Hub site back up and clicked PLAY on the lesbian video she’d paused a moment ago. Sitting back, she slipped a hand into her sweatpants.

***

Gabby thundered down the basement steps, shouting, “Heyyyyy, Pam! I’m hee-ere!”

“Hi, Gab.” Pam gave her best friend a hug.

Gabby returned the embrace, and the two girls flopped down next to each other on the sofa. “Whatcha wanna do?” Gabby asked.

Pam shrugged. “Whatever you feel like doing.”

“Wanna hear something amazing? I mean, totally amazing.”

“Sure.” Pam smiled.

“If I tell you, you’ve gotta promise to keep it secret. Okay?”

“Sure, I promise.” By then, Pam’s interest was fully aroused.

“Um, well, a couple nights ago we all went out to eat,” Gabby began, lowering her voice. “My sister didn’t have any underpants on.”

“How’d you know that?” Pam asked. “Did she tell you?”

“I’m getting to it, doofus! So when we were walking home…” The girl paused for dramatic effect. “Kelly lifted up the back of her dress and showed me her butt.”

Pam’s mouth dropped, and a hint of pink appeared in her cheeks. “Wow! She really did that? Out in the street? And, and she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress?”

“For real! I mean, no one saw her but me… my mom and my aunt were walking in front of us. But that’s not even the coolest part!” Gabby smiled, savoring the moment.

“What? Tell me!”

When we got home, me and Kelly went into the back yard… and she took her dress all the way off! She just had on her sneakers and socks and she stood right there, bare naked. I could see everything. It was so wild!”

“Gosh, I would love to have seen that.” Pam said. “Your sister’s so pretty. Bet she’s got a great body!”

“Oh, she does,” Gabby said. “So… have you ever seen Ali naked?”

Pam fell silent, pursing her lips. Finally, she spoke. “If I tell you something private, will you promise to keep it secret forever, Gabby? Cross your heart?”

“Promise,” Gabby said solemnly as she drew a large invisible X on her chest with a finger.

It was Pam’s turn to speak quietly. “Sometimes me and Ali get naked and touch our kitties together, the same way me and you do. She’s the one who showed me how.”

“Oh, wow!” Gabby gasped. “Does she look good with no clothes on?”

“Well, her boobies are big and soft. And her – her nipples, they swell up when she touches them,” Pam answered. Both girls giggled. “She has hair over her kitty, too. Does Kelly have any?”

“No. Not yet. She still looks like us down there. She’s got nice little titties, but I didn’t get to feel them.” Gabby gave her friend a thoughtful glance. “Hey. You wanna?” She felt that hot urge between her legs again.

“Sure,” Pam answered, knowing exactly what Gabby meant. Standing up, she unfastened her jeans and, with one motion, pushed them to her ankles along with her panties, then sat back down, both legs spread apart.

Pausing long enough to take a good look at her half-naked friend, Gabby shoved the shorts and panties she wore down to her ankles. She sat with legs parted, holding the bottom of her shirt up so Pam could see everything, too.

With her free hand, Gabby slowly trailed a finger through her moist labia, and Pam began to touch herself in the same way.

“I wish I could see you and Ali doing this,” Gabby said as she circled the opening of her vagina with a finger tip.

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, that would be fun. I’ll see if she wants to.”

“Honest? Ali wouldn’t be mad at you for asking that?”

Pam shrugged. “She wouldn’t get mad. She might say no, but she wouldn’t get mad.”

“Ever see your mom naked?” Gabby asked. “I think she’s beautiful.”

Pam began to move her finger faster. “No. I mean, yeah, she’s pretty I guess, but I never saw her naked. What about your mom?”

“Nope. But you know something? I’d really like to.” Gabby watched as Pam rubbed the special place at the top of her kitty, then she did the same. “Ever since I saw Kelly with her clothes off, I’ve been kinda wanting to see Mom that way. Aunt Jan, too.”

“Maybe now that Kelly let you see her, you guys can do this together,” Pam said, nodding toward her busy hand.

Gabby pondered that notion. “I’d like that. Oh, I forgot to tell you – Kelly also taught me how to kiss. Sexy kiss.” Pam made a face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But you know what? It feels totally great.” She edged closer to her friend. “Wanna try it with me?”

***

Upstairs, Kelly looked around Ali’s room, liking what she saw. The bed was covered with stuffed animals. Not only did Ali have her own bathroom, there was also a flat screen TV and a small refrigerator.

“What an awesome place!” Kelly exclaimed. “If I lived here, I’d never come out!” She wandered around, taking it all in. “Man, this bed is huge. If you had a slumber party, everyone could sleep here.” Kelly flopped down on her back in the bed’s center.

“It’s king-size,” Ali said. “This used to be the master bedroom. After Mom got divorced, she didn’t want this room anymore, so she swapped with me. I love it.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Kelly replied. “Um, Ali? Would you let me touch your boobs?”

Ali gave a short embarrassed laugh. “What?”

Kelly smiled. “Can I touch your boobs? I mean they look so nice… I just wonder what they feel like.”

Ali shrugged, trying to maintain her cool exterior. “Well, I suppose they feel like yours do. Mine are just bigger, that’s all.” Ali sat down on the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the younger girl. “Y’know, Kelly, you really do seem different…”

“Really? How?”

“Well,” Ali started, “You’re so… so forward. You never would’ve asked to feel my tits before, even if you wanted to. Which I don’t think you ever did, by the way. And you used to always wear a training bra, but now… well, I can make out your breasts. And your nipples are showing!”

“I don’t really have anything yet,” Kelly said. “But you can see them if you like. That is, if I can see yours.” Without waiting for a response, she sat up just long enough to pull her shirt up and off, then toss it aside. Lying back, she began to circle the small pink nipples with the tips of her fingers, looking expectantly at Ali.

“Uh, okay, sure. Why not?” Alicia said, tugging her shirt off, which she carelessly draped over the arm of her desk chair. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor. She climbed on the bed and crawled over to where Kelly lay.

“Like them?” Ali purred, cupping both breasts in her hands.

“Sure do,” Kelly answered as she got up on her knees and reached out to touch a breast. “Yeah… nice and soft! Thanks, Ali, this is way cool.” She leaned forward to take one of Ali’s nipples between her lips, sucking at the swelling bud.

Ali felt her heart begin to pound. “That feels so nice, Kelly,” she whispered.

Glancing up at the older girl, Kelly switched to the other nipple. She began to shift back and forth, nursing from one breast while she fondled the other.

Ali loved what this cute eleven-year-old was doing to her, but she found herself feeling a bit uncomfortable with how fast this was happening. Don’t rush this, kiddo, she admonished herself. You could get into some major trouble if you’re not careful. “Hey, I really like this. But, um, we better stop now.”

“Ali?” Kelly said, gazing deep into the teen’s eyes. “I’d love to lick your pussy.” Ali’s mouth dropped. “I’ve never done it before… at least, I don’t think I have. But I’ve really been wanting to try it.”

Ali gaped at the younger girl, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wow… I think she really means it! It’s illegal as hell… but how fucking cool would that be, letting a little girl go down on me? It flew in the face of common sense, but her resolve was evaporating like morning mist.

She’d been lusting after her little sister Pam for at least a year, but hadn’t summoned up the nerve to make a move on the girl. Luckily, Pam herself had come to Ali with questions about her body. The opportunity to play the helpful older sister and get the younger one naked had been irresistible. That very night, Ali taught Pam how to masturbate.

Not only did Pam love making herself come, she quickly decided it was much more fun when she and Ali touched themselves together. Ever since, the two sisters had been doing just that – and Ali was fairly certain Pam was also masturbating with her little friend Gabby.

Ali hadn’t taken things any further with Pam, but some time soon, she intended to suggest that they touch each other’s pussies, just to see if her sister would go for it.

Now another young girl, one just a couple of years older than Pam, was offering Ali oral sex. I can’t say no to this, she quickly decided. I can’t. I’d regret it forever.

“If that’s what you want,” Ali said as she got to her feet, “Then yeah, I’m into it. But you can’t breathe a word about this to anyone. Even your sister.” Facing Kelly, she slowly undid the button on her shorts, then wriggled the denim cut-offs down until she could step out of them, revealing red satin panties.

“So sexy,” Kelly whispered, almost to herself.

Ali spun around, displaying her barely covered ass to the eleven-year-old. Gazing over her shoulder, she said, “Do you think I have a nice bottom?”

Kelly replied by stuffing a hand down the front of her jeans, “Yes. I love your bottom. Oh, Ali… I’ll do anything you like. Lick your pussy, put my fingers in you, rub our c-cunts together. Anything.” The girl’s breathing grew unsteady as she masturbated. “Want me to lick your butthole? I’ll do that, too.” She’d recently encountered a film clip of one lesbian rimming another while roaming the internet – and after the shock wore off, found herself eager to sample this new pleasure.

Her back still to Kelly, Ali slowly, slowly pulled her panties down until she was bent all the way over, giving the younger girl a good look at her holes. Her heart was racing like mad as she heard Kelly murmur, “Your pussy is soooo pretty, Ali… so pink and juicy, it looks like a yummy piece of fruit. Oh, God, I want to taste you, Ali, please let me taste you…”

***

Downstairs, Cheryl was watching a film clip of two teenage girls and an older woman enjoying a heated threesome. Her sweatpants were undone, and she had a hand in her panties, plunging two fingers in and out of her throbbing vagina.

Suddenly Cheryl’s phone chimed, making her jump. She saw on the caller ID that it was Linda calling. “Damn it,” she muttered, letting the phone go off twice more while she composed herself. Then she picked it up, making sure to do so with the left hand.

“Hi, Linda,” she said.

“Hey, Cher. Can you send Kelly and Gabby home? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“No problem. What’s on the menu?”

“Oh, an asparagus casserole,” Linda replied. “Kelly gave up eating meat, so I’ve had to get really creative in the kitchen.”

“Hmmm… I’ve never made that before. You’ll have to give me the recipe some time. Anyhow, I’ll give the girls a nudge in your direction.”

“Better give them more of a shove… I’m setting the table now. Thanks, babe!”

“Bye, then,” Cheryl said, putting the phone back in the charger. With a wistful sigh, she closed out her Porn Hub session, popped into the kitchen to wash her hands, then began climbing the stairs to Ali’s room.

***

Ali stood by the edge of the bed, spreading her labia with two fingers to reveal the rosy interior of her cunt. “Like what you see, Kelly?” she said.

“Yeah,” a wide-eyed Kelly sighed. “I love looking at your pussy.”

“You really want to taste me?”

“Yes, please, Ali… I really, really want to.”

“Give me your hand,” the teen demanded.

Kelly extended her arm, and Ali placed the palm of the younger girl’s hand against her wet pussy. She worked it up and down a few times, then guided Kelly’s finger into her tight vagina.

“Oh, my gosh,” Kelly said, “you’re so hot inside!”

“You make me hot,” Ali replied. “Now take your finger out and lick it.”

Slowly withdrawing her finger, Kelly studied it, smiling at how slick it was with Ali’s love honey. She ran her tongue up its length, then slipped it into her mouth to suck.

“Let me have more, Ali,” Kelly pleaded when her finger was clean. “Let me lick you now. Pretty please?”

Ali smiled. “I think we’re going to have a real nice summer, you and me.” She lay back on the bed, parting her thighs.

Kelly crawled between the teen’s legs, lying down with her face a few inches away from Ali’s juicy cunt. It was breathtakingly lovely, a pink flower framed by a neatly trimmed tuft of bright red curls. Moistening her lips in anticipation, Kelly reached out to graze the slit with a fingertip.

“You’re so sexy, Ali,” she whispered. “I’ll do this to you anywhere, any time you want.”

Propped up on her elbows, Ali gazed hungrily at her eleven-year-old lover. What a vision she was; topless, long sandy hair spilling onto her bare shoulders, eyes glazed with desire. She looked down further, checking out Kelly’s pert little ass. It looked so yummy, thrust out and up in those tight blue jeans. I should’ve asked her to get naked too, she told herself. Oh, well, we’ll get to that.

Kelly drew closer to Ali’s pussy, parting her lips, about to take that first lick… then a brisk knock on the door caused both girls to start.

“Girls?” It was Ali’s mother Cheryl. “Can I come in?”

Ali was about to speak, but Kelly immediately came out with, “Sure, come on in!”

The knob turned, then jiggled, but the door didn’t open. “It’s locked.” Cheryl said on the other side.

“Just a sec, Mom,” Ali called, staring in disbelief at a giggling Kelly. “Put your shirt back on!” she hissed at the girl.

As Kelly calmly put her shirt back on, Ali pulled on her own top and then yanked on her shorts, pausing to nudge her panties and bra under the bed.

When Ali opened the door, Cheryl peered inside, arching an eyebrow at the two girls. Kelly was seated on the bed, sniffing her finger.

“Kelly,” Cheryl said, “Your mother just called. She wants you and Gabby to come home. Okay?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, rising to her feet. Cheryl couldn’t help but notice the girl’s erect nipples through the thin top she wore. She gave Alicia a thoughtful look.

“Well, I’ll let Gabby know,” Cheryl said, turning to leave.

“I’ll do it!” said Ali, fairly certain she knew what her little sister and Gabby were up to in the basement. She hastened out of her room and down the stairs.

Cheryl and Kelly followed a moment later. As they passed by the computer, Kelly paused to study the screen, which showed a portrait of Cheryl, Ali, and Pam, all smiling.

“I was just, um, going through my email,” Cheryl explained, checking to see if there was any lingering evidence of what she’d really been up to.

“I like to look at porn on my computer,” Kelly said. “Or sexy stories. There’s this one site, it’s called the Juicy Secrets Club. Have you ever seen it? Wow, it’s super hot!”

Cheryl could only stare at the girl in utter shock. What the…?

“Can I touch your tits, Cheryl?” Kelly asked.

Cheryl finally managed to speak, “Young lady, you shouldn’t be asking questions like that. But, um, if you really want to feel a woman’s breasts, you should talk to your mother.”

Kelly sighed. “I can’t ask her to do anything like that. She’d say no for sure.” She looked Cheryl up and down, in a way that made her interest very obvious. “I was hoping you might let me, though.”

Before Cheryl could summon up a coherent reply, Kelly extended her finger to Cheryl. “Smell this.”

Her curiosity won out. Cheryl hesitantly sniffed Kelly’s finger. She recognized the scent right away, but didn’t say so.

“Ali was pretty cool about me doing stuff to her,” Kelly continued. “She let me feel her boobies… and I got to touch her pussy, too!” She paused. “I was just about to lick her when you knocked on the door.”

Just then Gabby appeared, followed by Ali. Cheryl was searching for something to say to Kelly, drawing a complete blank.

“Thanks for letting us come over, Cheryl!” Gabby exclaimed.

“Yeah, thanks. Bye!” Kelly said with a little wave. She took Gabby’s hand, and they left together. Kelly was pleased by the puzzled looks she saw on the faces of mother and daughter.

***

 After dinner, a couple of Linda’s co-workers dropped by. It was a social call, but they also intended to discuss work-related matters.

“We need a bit of privacy, girls,” Linda told her daughters. “Could you two spend some time upstairs tonight? I’ll let you stay up an hour later tomorrow.”

“Sure, Mom. C’mon, Kel.” Gabby took her big sister’s hand and led her up the stairs. “Let’s go to my room. I’ll teach you how to play Chinese checkers.”

Kelly sat on Gabby’s bed watching her sister get the game out and set it up on the floor. Gabby looked up at Kelly, clearly thinking about something, then got up and moved over to the door, where she stood listening for a moment. Satisfied by what she heard, Gabby closed the door, then turned to her sister.

“I know I said we’d play a game, but, um… can we maybe kiss some more instead?”

Kelly smiled. “Sure.” Now it begins, she thought. Stretching out on the bed, she gazed expectantly at her little sister.

Gabby crawled onto the bed, then lay down on top of Kelly, sighing blissfully as she settled into her older sibling’s arms. She gave Kelly a soft, shy kiss.

Kelly’s desire was a roaring fever that seemed on the verge of consuming her completely. She wanted to fuck her sister, to taste and touch every inch of her childish body. At the same time, she knew it wouldn’t do to come on too strong and risk frightening the little girl. Remember, she’s only nine. So she kept their kisses gentle and innocent, resisting an urge to slip a hand between Gabby’s thighs and fondle her bare vulva. Let her decide how far we go, Kelly told herself. 

It was a sound strategy, because after a minute or two of light kisses, Gabby broke away. “Can we use our tongues? The way we did it last time. Um, and I liked how you touched my bottom when we kissed, too.”

“Okay,” Kelly murmured, twining her arms round Gabby’s neck, drawing the girl’s mouth to hers. They met in a kiss that quickly grew heated. Their tongues met, mingled, then entered into a lustful dance.

Kelly was thrilled to pieces by Gabby’s eagerness, her willingness to learn and explore. She allowed her hands to glide down her sister’s back until they were cupping the child’s pert little ass through her shorts.

Gabby moaned as Kelly ran a finger through the cleft between her cheeks. “That feels sooooo good,” she whispered. “You’re the best big sister ever.”

“The best ever…?” Kelly teased, busy placing tiny kisses on Gabby’s chin, her jaw, her neck.

“Well, yeah! I mean, you’re teaching me such cool stuff.” Suddenly Gabby raised her head. “Hey, guess what I did today!”

Right then, Kelly wasn’t too keen on playing guessing games with her sister – she wanted to make out. Gotta be patient, though. “I give up. What?”

“Today, while I was down in the basement with Pam… I taught her how to kiss! Just like you did with me!”

“No kidding! Did she like it?”

“She LOVED it,” Gabby replied, looking a bit smug. “Not only that – while we kissed, we touched ourselves!” She made a face. “We didn’t get to finish, though. Ali came down to get me after Mom called, so we had to pull our pants back up.”

Kelly playfully mussed her little sister’s hair. “Poor kid. You can touch yourself now, if you want.”

“Well, um… there’s something else I’d kinda like to try. Remember when me and you kissed the first time? You said that doing that would be even better if we…” She trailed off.

Kelly felt herself light up like a Roman candle inside, but kept her expression neutral. “If we what?”

“Um, you know,” Gabby mumbled, suddenly unsure of herself.

Kelly pretended to think for a moment, then replied, “You mean, if we take all our clothes off first?”

“Yeah!” the nine-year-old exclaimed. “Can we do that?”

“You really want to?” Kelly asked, still trying to seem casual.

“Yeah, please! I really do,” Gabby said, getting up on her knees.

“Okay, then,” Kelly said. Rising to her feet, she stood for a few heartbeats, gazing affectionately at her little sister. The fantasy she’d entertained ever since returning to the world was about to become real.

Gabby watched wide-eyed, heart pounding as Kelly took her socks off, then took hold of the hem of her blue t-shirt, slowly tugging it upward. As her older sister’s breasts came into view, Gabby began to remove her own clothes. First, she reached up under the long t-shirt and pulled her shorts off.

Unfastening her jeans, Kelly shoved them down to her ankles, then carefully stepped out. She picked up the jeans and folded them, well aware that her sister was watching. Now all she wore was a pair of green cotton panties.

Gabby pulled her shirt off and let it drop to the floor, all but hypnotized by the sight of Kelly slipping her panties down and off.

Now naked, Kelly turned to her sister, all smiles. Gabby clumsily pulled off one sock, then the other, finally wriggling out of her white underpants.

“Nice,” Kelly murmured, studying the nude little girl. Padding over to the bed, she lay down and sprawled out, parting her legs. Gabby shivered as she stared at Kelly’s smooth slit, now slightly open.

“You… you’re so pretty,” Gabby breathed.

“C’mon, sis,” Kelly said. “Let’s have some fun.”

Trembling with excitement, Gabby crawled back on top of Kelly, nestling in the preteen’s embrace.

“Does this feel good?” Kelly asked, rubbing noses with her sister.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Gabby said. “Um, okay, so… let’s do what we were doing when we had our clothes on!”

Without a word, Kelly kissed Gabby, pushing her tongue into the child’s mouth. Gabby gave a little squeak of surprise, but recovered quickly, meeting Kelly’s passion with her own.

They kissed for a long, beautiful while. Kelly could feel her little sister’s heart pounding against her own chest. She began to fondle Gabby’s ass, caressing the taut globes – so firm, yet so amazingly soft.

Kelly let her fingers stray into the cleft between, lightly stroking the warm pucker of her baby sister’s anus. Gabby was squirming a bit, working her smooth vulva against Kelly’s tummy.

After a minute or so of this, Gabby broke their kiss to pant, “This – oh, wow, this is s-so nice. I didn’t know it felt good to – to have someone touch your butthole.”

Placing a few tender kisses on the nine-year-old’s ear, Kelly whispered, “D’you wanna keep doing this? Or can I do something extra special… something that’ll make you come?”

Gabby thought about it for a moment, then said, “Make me come.”

Kelly rolled Gabby onto her back, then knelt beside the girl, resting a hand on her belly. “I’ve never done this before… at least, I don’t think I have. So tell me if I do anything you don’t like. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gabby said. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Bending down, Kelly gave Gabby a brief but ardent tongue kiss. Gazing into her sister’s eyes, she said, “I’m gonna make love to you.”

Gabby’s mouth fell open. “You mean… we’re gonna have sex?”

“Well, yeah. Unless you don’t want to.”

“Are you… do you like girls, Kel?” Gabby asked. “I mean, like like them?”

“I do,” Kelly replied.

“So you’re a, a lesbian, huh?”

“I am, yeah, but… y’know something, Gab? I think you might be gay, too.”

Gabby’s eyes grew huge. “Me?” she squeaked.

“I mean, you and Pam are sort of like girlfriends, right? Just today, you taught her how to kiss, you’ve touched each other’s pussies… and it’s not as if you care that much about boys, right?”

Gabby pondered her big sister’s words. “Holy cow,” she breathed. “I… I thought me and Pam were just having fun!” She stared at Kelly. “I dunno, maybe one day I’ll want a boyfriend… but you’re right, I like girls more.” She gave her sister a bashful grin, “So – so you really want to m-make love to me…?”

“I sure do,” Kelly answered, taking Gabby into her arms.

After a moment’s thought, Gabby slowly nodded. “Then you can.” She closed her eyes, parting her lips ever so slightly.

Kelly knew what the girl wanted. She moved in to kiss her sister yet again, her tongue darting into Gabby’s mouth for an instant before she began to nuzzle her way downward, trailing kisses along the softness of the nine-year-old’s neck.

“Oh,” Gabby moaned. “Ohhh.”

Continuing her journey, Kelly reached the plain of Gabby’s chest. The girl had no breasts yet, not even the first swellings – but her nipples were pink and enticing, like strawberry candy. Kelly teased one with a flick of the tongue. Her sister gasped, then that trailed off into a whimper as Kelly took the tiny bud into the heat of her mouth and began to suck.

“So good. Oh, so nice…”

Kelly coaxed the left nipple to stiffness, then did the same to the right one. The scent of Gabby’s skin was exquisite – warm and sweet, just the way you’d expect a little girl to smell.

Hungry to explore the rest of her sister’s body, Kelly moved downward, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. She buried her face in the amazing softness of Gabby’s tummy, pausing to savor the moment. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect. I’m so in love with her.

But Kelly couldn’t linger. She had one tune left to whistle, one bridge to cross.

She stretched out between her sister’s thin legs, marveling at the beauty of Gabby’s slit – a gently curved cleft with a hint of rosy labia; a spring flower soon to bud. The aroma was similar to that of her own, yet enticingly different.

Kelly took a long, deep breath of it, then looked up at her sister. “Do you know what I’m gonna do now?”

“I – I think so,” Gabby said in a tiny voice.

She’d heard whispers about oral sex from her friends at school, and discussed it with Pam, both of them wondering what it was like to have your kitty licked. It seemed like a distant fantasy, something that wouldn’t happen to either of them until they were going out with boys… and that seemed like an eternity away to nine-year-old Gabby. She didn’t even like boys that much.

Now she was on the verge of experiencing that pleasure for the first time, and it wouldn’t be some smelly, bratty boy doing the licking – but her sweet, beautiful sister, who she loved more than just about anything.

Gazing steadily into Gabby’s eyes, Kelly parted her lips, extending her tongue to lightly trace the child’s opening with the tip.

“Ooooohhh!” Gabby exclaimed.

Kelly quickly raised her head. “You can’t make a lot of noise, sis. We don’t want Mom to catch us!”

Gabby hastily clamped a hand over her mouth, and a satisfied Kelly returned to her work. She took several longer, deeper licks, then paused to savor the first taste of a young girl’s pussy. It was even nicer than she’d hoped, with a sharp tang like some mysterious fruit.

Wanting more, Kelly fastened her mouth to Gabby’s vulva, pressing her tongue into the snug opening. The tart flavor was even stronger inside, and Kelly sucked at the juicy cleft while probing it.

Gabby stared sightlessly at the ceiling, lost in the most incredible feelings, so good that words could barely capture them. It’s like I’m made of light, and I’m shining. Shining! She felt warm and tingly all over.

Pausing in her licking, Kelly raised her head. “Is that okay, Gabs? Should I do anything different?”

The nine-year-old’s reply was to lie back and spread her legs further apart, then she drew her knees up to her chest, locking both arms around them. “Just like you’re d-doing now,” Gabby gasped. “It’s… oh gosh, it’s perfect, Kelly. Keep licking, please. I, I love it!”

Kelly smiled at her little sister. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy… I could look at it for hours.”

“Yeah, but don’t just look,” Gabby pleaded. “Do it to me some more!”

“I can see your sweet little butthole, too,” Kelly said. “So… you like me licking you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Gabby replied with an emphatic nod. “You – you’re not gonna stop now, are you?”

“Only if you want me to stop,” Kelly said.

Gabby giggled. “No. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“Okay, cutie… but I have to do this first.” Crawling alongside Gabby, she bent to kiss her sister on the mouth.

Gabby hesitated, then met Kelly’s tongue with hers. The kiss tasted different this time, and she was quick to figure out why. Wow, her mouth was on my kitty, now she’s kissing me with it. I guess that’s okay, or she wouldn’t do it. Hmmm, it tastes kinda nice…

The younger girl was still holding herself open, and Kelly quickly returned to where she’d been, lying between Gabby’s legs. She claimed the warm, wet slit with a lover’s kiss, the same way she’d done with her sister’s mouth.

Settling in, Kelly took her tongue on a grand tour of Gabby’s cunt, licking up and down through the little girl’s labia until it began to drip with honey.

Kelly let the tip of her tongue linger at her sister’s tiny clit. She licked it a few times – drawing a gasp with each swipe of the tongue – then went back to tracing Gabby’s little pussy lips, coaxing out the nectar.

But there was more exploration to be done. Kelly’s next stop was the nine-year-old’s bottom. She licked up and down through the crack, then circled the rosebud with the tip of her tongue. When she heard Gabby moan, Kelly pressed her tongue against the tiny puckered hole, seeking entry.

“Oh, Kelly… I love you forever and ever,” Gabby breathed as Kelly drew back and popped a finger into her mouth. Once it was wet, she placed it against her sister’s anus, then carefully eased it into the warm snugness of her rectum.

“Ohhhhhh… oh, wow, that feels so weird,” Gabby moaned. But when Kelly paused, the younger girl quickly added, “I like it, though – d-don’t stop!”

Once her finger was buried up to the third knuckle in Gabby’s ass, Kelly returned to her little sister’s clit, taking it between her lips. The girl would soon be approaching orgasm, and Kelly was determined to make it an unforgettable experience. Hope you’re ready for this, kiddo.

She began to gently suck at the tiny nubbin, teasing it with her tongue, then started rolling her finger around inside Gabby’s bottom. Seconds later, her sister began to tremble, mumbling, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhhhh…”

Soon, she was shaking all over, mewling wordlessly, then suddenly went rigid. A little squeak escaped her lips, an enormous shudder rocked her body, then another. Releasing her legs, the child clasped both hands over her mouth – and just in time, if her muffled cries were anything to go by. Small convulsions were racing through Gabby’s thin frame as she rode the crazy merry-go-round of her climax. Kelly kept nursing the little girl’s clitoris, that finger still wriggling around in her butthole.

“Stop!” Gabby blurted, pushing Kelly’s head away from her throbbing sex. “I c-can’t anymore…”

Sitting back on her haunches, the eleven-year-old gazed down at her panting sister. She sighed, a blissful smile on her honey-coated lips. Gabby’s cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed… yet somehow, she’d never seemed lovelier.

I guess sex does that to you, she decided. Especially if it’s your first time. Kelly had to laugh when she remembered that, far as she knew, it was her first time, too.

Gabby’s eyes fluttered open. “I love you, Kelly,” the girl murmured.

Playfully tousling Gabby’s hair, Kelly said, “I love you too, little sister.”

Gabby extended her arms. “Can I have a kiss, please?”

Kelly drifted into her sister’s arms, their mouths coming together. As they shared a hungry kiss, Gabby sucked on Kelly’s tongue and licked her lips and chin, purring with pleasure all the while.

Looks like she likes the taste of pussy, Kelly thought. That’s a good sign.

***

Downstairs, Linda’s coworkers had just departed. Linda gathered up wine glasses and put them in the kitchen sink, then went upstairs to check on the girls.

She felt a twinge of concern upon realizing that Kelly’s room was empty. Moving down the hall to Gabby’s closed bedroom door, she gave a single knock. “Girls?”

When Kelly called out, “Come in,” an image suddenly flashed in Linda’s mind: her daughters, completely naked and in a sixty-nine position, eating each other’s smooth pussies.

Linda shivered as she turned the doorknob and entered. She felt both relieved and ridiculous to see Kelly and Gabby fully dressed, stretched out on the carpet across from each other, playing Chinese checkers.

“Thanks for being so good while we had company, girls,” Linda said. Glancing at her watch, she added, “You can finish this game, but then it’s time for bed. Come kiss me goodnight.”

Gabby bounced to her feet, closely followed by Kelly. They each gave their mother a hug and a peck on the cheek, then returned to the game.

Linda studied her daughters for a moment as they played. Such wonderful girls. She blew them a kiss they didn’t notice, then turned to go.

Making her way down the hall, she chided herself. You’ve really got to forget this whole silly notion of Kelly coming on to Gabby, trying to initiate her into sex. Maybe Kelly hasn’t recovered her memory, but she hasn’t been acting oddly either, not anymore. 

Then again, is it really such a big deal if the girls experiment with one another? Entering her bedroom, then closing the door, Linda began to undress. It didn’t do any harm to Jan and me. In fact, the only thing I sometimes regret is that we stopped making love. It was the right decision, though. 

So why did Jan offer to share my bed on her last visit? And, damn it, why do I keep thinking about it… and wishing I hadn’t said no?

She brushed her teeth, thought about putting on pajamas, finally deciding to sleep in the nude.

Getting to sleep was a struggle at first. She couldn’t get Jan off her mind. I’ll bet she still looks great with her clothes off. I wonder what it would be like, making love with her again?

In the end, she masturbated herself to orgasm, buoyed by memories of sex with her sister. It was lovely, at least until that image of her daughters popped up again, the one of Kelly and Gabby engaged in mutual cunnilingus. The vision came to Linda mere seconds before she came.

Afterward, she lay quietly, feeling lonely and confused. Jesus, I need to get laid.

***

Kelly peered at the alarm clock on her nightstand: 11:10. Putting her book down, she quietly slipped out of bed. She was nude.

She’d masturbated to orgasm a couple of hours ago, but after sex with Gabby, touching herself wasn’t nearly enough to give the eleven-year-old what she craved. Her body pulsed with lust.

Kelly’s first real taste of lesbian lovemaking had whetted her appetite to a razor-keen edge. She longed to be fucked, to get hot and crazy with a cute girl – or a sexy woman. How can I make that happen? She gazed out the bedroom window, thinking it over, then smiled.

Making her way to the bedroom door, Kelly slipped into the darkened hallway – still naked, and on the prowl for adventure.

On to Chapter Five!

By Purple Les and  JetBoy

As Linda walked along holding her sister’s hand, she felt a warmth that was more than the pleasant summer day. Linda felt alive again with the late afternoon sun on her face. Her precious daughters were walking ahead. She could hear them chat and laugh as they held hands.

It’s so nice to spend time with family, Linda thought. Poor Walt, it’s awful that he can’t be here now. At least Kelly is still with us, even if she’s still not quite herself. She and Gabby seem closer than ever, though. That’s a good thing.

Soon they were approaching a door that read Luigi’s Italian Restaurant. Racing ahead, Gabby pushed the door open, and the others followed her inside. An elderly man in a black suit with thick white hair and a rugged yet gentle face looked up as they came in. His dark brown eyes lit up as he saw Linda.

He came over and took Linda’s hands in his, “Ah, Linda. We have missed you. Such a bad thing, what happened. Walt, he was a fine man. How are you doing, then?”

“Just… carrying on,” Linda said, giving the man a sad smile. “You know.”

Luigi nodded. “Sure, I know.” He smiled at the others, including Kelly, who showed no sign of recognition.

“Hiya, Mr Luigi!” Gabby exclaimed, giving the old Italian a wave.

He knelt before her. “Ah, Gabby, my bellissima… would you like a table or booth today?”

“Oh, please, can we have our booth?” Gabby asked.

Luigi quickly glanced at Linda, who went a bit pale but gave a slight nod.

Rising to his feet, he led the family through the restaurant. “Yes, yes, of course. I put you in your booth by the window. When people walk by, they see all the malto bella women sitting here and they will flock in.”

Pausing to pick up four menus, Luigi led the family to what had always been Linda and Walt’s booth.

Kelly peered around at the dark wood-paneled walls, which were bedecked with old photographs, then she smiled at the sight of the long red-and-white checkered tablecloths. A Chianti bottle with a candle rested in the center of the table, and Luigi lit the candle with a flourish.

Once everyone was seated, Luigi handed them each a menu. “Gina will be your waitress tonight,” he said. Reaching for a large pitcher, he carefully filled the four water glasses. Turning to a woman in her early twenties with short, dark hair and a pleasing figure, he said, “Gina, you take extra good care of my friends.” He turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and bring an order of garlic bread for my bellissima Gabby. Yes?”

“Yes!” Gabby answered, gleefully clapping her hands.

Gina introduced herself, then listed the specials for the evening. “Can I get drinks for anyone?” she added.

“Do I know you?” Linda said. “I feel like we’ve met.”

Gina laughed. “I’m one of Luigi’s granddaughters, working off my college loan.”

“That’s it,” Linda smiled, “You’ve got your grandmother’s eyes. She was a remarkable woman.”

“She was,” Gina said. “I miss her. So, um, to drink…?”

“I’ll have a root beer, please,” Gabby said.

Kelly looked up from the menu. “Um, iced tea.”

“How’s your Merlot?” Jan asked.

“We have Stags’ Leap Merlot. It’s been getting rave reviews,” the waitress replied.

Jan turned to her sister. “Sound good to you?” Linda nodded. “We’ll have a carafe, then.”

Gina nodded. “I’ll be right back with the drinks,” then made her way toward the bar.

Kelly was looking around the room. “What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing.

Gabby chirped, “That’s a jukebox. It plays music and has sparkly lights. C’mon, I’ll show ya how it works! Mom, can I please have some quarters?”

Linda fished around in her purse until she found some quarters. She handed them to Gabby, who led Kelly over to the vintage machine.

“That’s been here forever,” Linda said as she and Jan watched Gabby and Kelly looking at the list of old 45’s that the jukebox contained.

Gina returned, a trayful of drinks in hand. “I’ll be right back with the garlic bread,” she said, setting the glasses down.

Linda and Jan clinked their glasses together. At that instant a record began to play, and they both paused, staring at each other as Frank Sinatra sang, “As Time Goes By.”

“Our song,” Linda said. “Did you tell them to play that?”

“No,” Jan said, “How could they have known?”

Linda held up her glass. “To old times, Jan.”

“To old times, sis.” Jan said, and they touched glasses again.

The girls came back to the table as the garlic bread arrived, Gina took their dinner orders, then left with a smile.

As they each helped themselves to the warm bread, Linda spoke up. “Who picked that song out?”

“I did.” Kelly answered. “I liked the name of it. Why?”

Jan said, “When we were much younger, I took your mom to see a very old movie at the local college. Casablanca. A very exciting, very romantic World War Two movie.”

“I’d never heard of it or the actors, even,” Linda said. “It was in black and white, so I didn’t want to go.”

“But by the time it ended,” Jan continued, “Your mom was crying her eyes out.”

“It was so sad and beautiful,” Linda sighed.

“Anyway, that song plays a very important part in the movie,” Jan explained to the girls.

“It’s just kind of special to us,” Linda said, quickly wiping away a tear. “Well, we’ll always have that movie. Right, Jan?”

Jan refilled the wine glasses. She picked hers up and said, “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”

Linda smiled. They clinked glasses and drank while the girls looked at them, utterly mystified.

***

When everyone was done eating, Gina returned to the table. “Good job, ladies. No boxes for leftovers, I see! So… anyone have room for dessert? Some coffee, perhaps?”

Gabby’s eyes lit up. “Dessert? Yeah!”

Jan groaned. “Kids,” Linda mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Where in God’s name do they put it?”

Clearing the dishes away, Gina laughed. “I’ll bring the menu.”

Soon, Gabby was studying the dessert menu while Linda and Jan nursed the last of their wine.

“Y’know,” Kelly said, “that woman over there looks very glamorous. Her makeup and hairdo are just right. Fancy clothes and all that. Still, she’s not nearly as pretty as Gina.” She smiled at her mother and aunt. “But Mother, Aunt Jan… you guys are truly beautiful. Your beauty shines from within.”

“Aw, Kelly,” Jan said. “That’s so sweet.”

Linda raised an eyebrow, gazing in wonder at the daughter she didn’t seem to know anymore. “Thanks, hon,” she murmured.

“Mom, I’d like the cannoli, please,” Gabby said, looking up from the list of treats.

“Ooooh… they do have a marvelous cannoli here,” Linda said. “Well, I thought I was full.”

When Gina came back, Linda ordered two cannolis to split between the four of them.

After Gina brought their desserts, Kelly was watching the cute waitress as she walked away. “She’s really cute, huh? It would sure be cool to see her naked.”

“Kelly Luna!” Linda gasped. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” Kelly asked, frowning. She turned to her little sister. “Gabby, don’t you think Gina is pretty?”

Gabby shrugged. “Um, yeah… sure she is.”

“Do you think she’d still be pretty with all her clothes off?” Linda and Jan exchanged concerned glances.

“Sure!” Gabby replied, giggling at her big sister’s naughtiness.

“Aunt Jan,” Kelly said, looking back and forth from her to Linda, “There’s nothing really bad about going naked, is there?”

Jan was getting flustered now, almost as much as her sister. “No, not really… but there’s a time and a place for everything. And, young lady, this is not the time or the place for that kind of talk,” she said in a firm tone.

“Um, Gabby, let’s play some more records. Okay?” Linda said.

By then, the restaurant had become loud and busy. “It’s getting a little late,” said Jan. “We really should go. Why don’t you two wait outside? Kelly can stay with me while I take care of the check.”

“Yes, good idea. I could use some air,” Linda said. “Come on, sweetheart.” She led a slightly confused Gabby toward the exit, pausing on the way to say goodbye to Luigi.

As they left, Gina dropped the check off while on her way to another table with a tray of drinks. As Jan looked it over, trying to decide what to say to Kelly about her behavior, she noticed the girl was squirming in her seat, slouching a bit. What’s she up to now? Jan wondered.

Glancing back at the check, Jan hastily took out her credit card and then placed it on the little tray. Returning her attention to Kelly, she was taken aback by the eleven-year-old’s knowing smile.

Kelly spoke before she could. “Y’know, thinking about seeing Gina naked sure made my panties wet.”

With that, Jan instantly realized what Kelly had been doing a moment ago when she was making those odd movements: slipping out of her panties. Oh, no. NO.

Sure enough, Kelly produced a pair of blue cotton panties from beneath the table, dangling them from her fingers. “See, Aunt Jan? Right in the front..”

Shocked, Jan snatched the panties from the girl’s hand, stuffing them in her purse. Gina approached a moment later, and Jan wondered if she – or anyone else, for that matter – had seen what Kelly did.

Gina didn’t seem to have seen anything unusual. She picked up the credit card and check and said, “Be right back.”

“Kelly, my God – I don’t know what to do with you,” a flustered Jan said.

Kelly just smiled. “What would you like to do to me, Aunt Jan?”

Jan gaped at her niece, trying to formulate some sort of reply and failing. Which, I’m sure, has nothing whatsoever to do with how fucking turned on I am right now. Jesus, she looks so much like Linda did at that age… I’ll bet she tastes every bit as sweet, too.

Just then, Gina returned with the receipt. “Thanks so much for coming,” she said. “You ladies have a lovely evening.” With a warm smile, she walked away.

Jan put down a generous tip and signed her name. As she slipped the credit card back in the wallet, then returned it to her purse, her attention was captured by the sight of those cute blue panties. I swear, I can actually smell them. 

While Jan wasn’t looking, Kelly wrote Call me, Gina! on the back of the slip, along with her phone number and name, accompanied by a little heart. She put the pen down just in time, an instant before Jan glanced up at her.

“Okay,” Jan said, “let’s go.”

She needed to have a serious chat with Kelly, that much was true… but right then, Jan was at a complete loss. In all her years studying and practicing psychiatry, she’d never encountered anything like this.

Once outside, the four of them set off for home. It felt good to be walking off the large meal. This time, Jan and Linda walked in front with Kelly and Gabby following.

Kelly whispered to Gabby, “Watch this.” She took a couple steps ahead of Gabby, looked over her shoulder, then tugged up the back of her dress to expose her bare bottom, which she shook at her sister..

Just ahead, the adults heard Gabby gasp, “Kelly!”

Jan and Linda quickly looked back – but there was nothing to see. Gabby was giggling and her cheeks were a bit flushed, but that was all.

Kelly flashed her sister a few more times on the way home. When she did, Gabby kept silent, unwilling to spoil this exciting new game. Once, Gabby even pulled up the back of Kelly’s dress herself, wanting another glimpse of her sister’s bare butt, and Kelly just smiled.

Gabby was having a wonderful time. She got to look at Kelly’s bottom over and over again, and the sight of it was giving her that weird thrill she liked so much. It was the same feeling Gabby got when she and Pam took off their clothes and touched between their legs while watching each other. It’s that new word I learned, Gabby thought. Masturbate. And Kelly touches herself down there too! SO cool.

***

Back home, Jan and Linda went indoors to unwind with another glass of wine. Kelly and Gabby wandered into the back yard to enjoy the twilight, serenaded by the music of chirping crickets.

“I liked that a lot, Kelly,” said Gabby.

“What?” Kelly asked. Then she grinned. “Oh… you mean seeing my bottom, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said, looking around the yard. Certain that no one was watching, she said, “Do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” Kelly agreed. This time, instead of just flashing her ass, she pulled her dress up and over her head. Now she was nude except for her socks and sneakers, holding the dress in one hand and smiling at her little sister.

“Whoa!” Gabby exclaimed in a whisper as she walked around her sister, taking in every inch of her bare body. She could make everything out in the dimming light of the evening. Much as she liked looking at her big sister’s beautiful bottom, now she could see the front part too.

Gabby was having that hot crazy feeling again, stronger than ever before. Her sister was so pretty with no clothes on! Gabby liked everything she saw. Kelly’s titties were just beginning to show, and she had a girly shape around her hips and waist. Gabby was interested to see that Kelly’s kitty wasn’t very different from hers, a smooth, slightly pouting cleft. Guess she hasn’t started growing hair down there yet, she thought. Who cares, it’s nice like it is.

“This is so cool, Kelly,” Gabby gushed, “I can see your kitty!” She shook her head, awed. “I mean, wow, you’re bare naked outside and, and everything. This is so wicked!”

“You think it’s hot, huh? Me taking my clothes off outdoors?”

“Yeah.” Gabby said as she squatted down, wanting a closer look at Kelly’s private places. “But really, I’d like seeing you naked anywhere.” She felt strangely restless, unsure what to do with her hands. “Hope I get to be as beautiful as you when I get older.”

They heard Linda call out, “Girls! Come inside, now – it’s getting dark.”

Startled, Gabby jumped to her feet. Kelly pulled her dress over her head and wriggled back into it. “Don’t worry, sis.” she said. “Mom can’t see us back here.”

God, being naked is even more fun than I thought, Kelly told herself as they made their way indoors. And I love how Gabby is so much into looking at me. She liked it a lot when we kissed, too. But can I get her to do more than that?

Once inside, the girls played a board game with the adults. When the game was over Linda looked at the wall clock, then said, “Time for bed, girls.”

Saying their goodnights, Kelly and Gabby went upstairs. A few minutes later, Gabby padded down in her pajamas to give her mommy and aunt a hug and a kiss apiece before heading up to her room. Kelly didn’t come back.

“Think I’ll turn in, too,” Linda said, standing. “Let me get you some blankets.” She fetched bedding from the linen closet, then began to make up the couch.

Watching Linda, Jan felt old familiar desires stirring inside. It’s been so damned long, she thought. And I’m just tipsy enough to do something about it.

Rising to her feet, she moved over to where her sister was working and touched her shoulder. “I could just share your bed.”

Linda paused in mid-motion. She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “You put an end to that a long time ago.” Placing a pillow by the armrest, she turned to Jan, kissed her cheek and murmured, “Goodnight,” before making a quiet exit.

Jan watched her sister go. Yes, I did end it. But I had to.

Upstairs, Linda decided to check in on her daughters before turning in. After knocking on Kelly’s door, she heard her oldest daughter say, “Come in.”

As Linda turned the knob, she suddenly recalled how she’d walked in on Kelly when the girl was masturbating – but it was too late, the door was opening. A wash of relief passed through Linda to see that Kelly was only reading a book. She had the covers pulled up, but Linda noticed her daughter’s shoulders were bare. Is she wearing anything under those blankets? she wondered.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Linda said as she bent to kiss the top of Kelly’s head.

“Goodnight, Mother,” Kelly said, giving Linda a warm smile.

Smiling back, Linda closed the door gently as she stepped into the hall, making  her way to Gabby’s room.

***

Downstairs Jan turned out the lights, then undressed completely, spreading her top out on the sofa to sit on.  She reached for her purse, opening it to take out Kelly’s panties.

Clutching them to her face, Jan breathed in their scent as she began to masturbate. Soon she was very wet and used Kelly’s panties to keep her pussy honey from getting on the sheets.

That little vixen Kelly… she’s practically daring me to fuck her, Jan thought. And I want to, damn it. God, she turns me on. And Linda. I’d give anything for us to be lovers again. 

She fingered herself harder, deeper. What a situation. I’m hot for my niece and my sister at the same time! And Gabby is so fucking adorable – no, DON’T go there. Think about Linda. How it used to be. How it could be again.

What if Linda let me share her bed after all, then Kelly came into her mom’s room and caught us together? Would she run away… or would she get naked and climb into bed with us? Oh God, that’s so fucking wild…

Jan jerked violently as a frenzied climax washed over her.

***

Gabby was restless, unable to fall asleep. Too much for her to think about. It was so nice, seeing Kelly with no clothes on. She gently toyed with the special, secret place between her legs.

But it wasn’t enough. Gabby needed the harder touches, the kind she liked to do when her friend Pam was watching. Pushing the covers to one side, she pulled her pajama bottoms down and off, followed by her underpants. Gabby turned onto her tummy and began to grind against her hand.

I wanna kiss Kelly again, that was the greatest! Wonder if she really meant it when she talked about us kissing when we’re both naked? She must have, or she wouldn’t of got undressed for me tonight. Bet she’d do it for me again if I asked. 

Those good feelings were growing, getting stronger.

***

Gabby’s door was slightly ajar, as it always was. She didn’t like it to be closed all the way. Linda was just about to enter, but froze when she heard the bed creaking slightly.

 

Hesitantly drawing closer, Linda peeked through the gap, stunned by what she saw. The bluebird-shaped night light was enough to reveal Gabby’s bare bottom, slowly moving up and down. It took Linda a moment to grasp the significance of what she saw.

She’s masturbating, Linda realized. She was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I wonder when she started doing that? I shouldn’t watch. But it’s such a lovely sight, my baby girl learning about her body.

Gabby’s buttocks suddenly began to tighten and relax over and over. She’s coming, Linda told herself. The child’s movements grew slower until she lay motionless. After a moment, Gabby pulled the covers over her bare lower half, settling in with a contented sigh.

Her mind in a whirl, Linda crept to her own room and shut the door. Quickly stripping, she stretched out  on top of her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. She began to touch herself, letting her hands roam everywhere within reach. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I haven’t masturbated since Walt died.

Linda slipped a hand between her legs, startled by the wetness she found. What’s wrong with me? I’ve seen both my daughters masturbate… and it turned me on! Then there’s Jan – did she really ask to have sex with me again, after all these years? I was tempted, too. If she’d kissed my neck or touched my ass, I might’ve let Jan have what she wanted.

This is crazy, Linda mused. Somehow, everything in my life is conspiring to make me think about sex!

As Linda masturbated, images of Kelly and Gabby touching themselves preyed on her, made her uneasy. But it wasn’t enough to make her stop. Unwanted thoughts elbowed their way into her consciousness, thoughts she couldn’t wish away.

From out of nowhere, a new vision emerged: she was still masturbating, but now Kelly and Gabby were watching, both of them nude. They were fascinated, eagerly watching, wanting to see Mommy make herself feel good.

Linda came hard, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. But each pulse of pleasure crashed against the icy, forbidding wall of her conscience.

She sobbed helplessly in the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling shame and disgust with herself. The sheets were now wet with her fluids, the pillow damp with tears.

***

In her room Kelly sat upright, eyes closed, hands resting on her thighs. The very air seemed to hum with sexuality. She drank it in, let it warm her. They’re all getting themselves off… and I’m making it happen. 

Those lovely sensations were building inside, taking Kelly where she wanted to go. She didn’t even have to touch herself. Closer… closer… there it is.

The girl’s mouth tightened as she came. She rode her orgasm to its peak, then slowly relaxed as ecstasy faded into a blissful glow.

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. It won’t be long now. I can almost feel it. I’ll have Gabby first. Then Aunt Jan. And once the three of us are together, turning Mom should be easy. We’ll all be lovers. 

With a satisfied yawn, she slipped beneath the blanket and settled in, falling asleep almost immediately.

On to Chapter Four!