Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by JetBoy and BlueJean

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend.

Doris does what she can to console Victoria, then goes to bed hoping Nora managed to find happiness, wherever she might have gone.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

I

After shipping the girls off to school the next day, I made my way along the thoroughfare back to the house.

Mr. Farnsworth was busy mowing the lawn, clay pipe fixed firmly between his teeth, his push mower carving out neat lines through the grass.

I paused by one of the rose bushes that lined the long driveway, the splayed pink petals and darker pink interior of its blooms invoking something of the gynaecological. “Can I pick one?” I called out to the old gardener, gesturing to one of the larger flowers.

Mr. Farnsworth clattered to a halt with his mower. “Eh?”

“The roses. May I take one?”

He looked ponderously off into the distance, taking a long, leisurely puff of his pipe, as if he was contemplating the meaning of life itself. “Please y’self,” he finally said. Taking up the mower once more, he resumed his steady trek across the lawn.

Careful to avoid the nasty-looking thorns, I snapped the rose off at the stem, bringing it to my face to breathe in its delicate scent.

I found Victoria sequestered in her study, rotary telephone in her hand. She paced back and forth in front of her desk, moving only as far as the cable would allow.

I quickly made to leave, not wanting to interrupt, but she waved me inside.

“No, Mr. Jefferson, it’s not the transaction itself that’s the issue. It’s the fact that I did not authorise it. As far as I’m aware, I’m still the managing director of Shaw Mercantile, and you’re still the director of operations, am I correct in that assumption? Yes? Oh, that is a relief. Well, now that we’ve established the company hierarchy, may I very strongly suggest you don’t try cutting me out of the decision-making process again? Good. Yes. Yes, that’s very reassuring to hear. How are Susan and the children, by the way? Excellent. Send them my love. Goodbye, Mr. Jefferson. Thank you.”

Victoria replaced the receiver in its cradle, then offered me a weary smile. “Is that for me?” she asked, noticing the rose.

I peered down at the bloom in my hand, now wondering if my gesture of affection might seem childish. “Oh. Yes. I can come back later, if you’re busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you, my love. Come and have a seat.”

I sat in the chair opposite her desk while Victoria emptied a fluted vase previously filled with wildflowers that Melinda had given her, now shrivelled and dry. She reached out for the rose. “What a nice thought,” she said, then furrowed her brow in mock concern. “Or… am I presuming too much in thinking it’s for me?”

“Oh, stop teasing,” I told her with a grin, handing her the offering. “Of course it’s for you. I picked it on a whim. Was it silly of me?”

Victoria slipped the rose into the vase, then set it down upon her desk. “No, not at all. I’d like to think I have enough of the romantic in me to appreciate such a gesture.” She slowly traced a petal with the tip of her finger. “My late husband once compared me to a rose, you know. It might’ve been mistaken for a rare compliment, at least until he clarified his meaning: that I was beautiful but full of thorns.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

She raised a brow at me. “That I’m beautiful, or thorny?”

I gave her a playful scowl. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Well, he was right as it turned out. I do have thorns. Poor old William learnt that in a most unpleasant way.”

“Oh, dear. That sounds… ominous.”

Victoria had bent her head to partake of the rose’s sweet perfume. When she glanced up at me once again, there was resolve in her eyes. “I owe you the remainder of my story, don’t I?”

I shook my head. “You don’t have to tell it. I wouldn’t want to see you upset again.”

“Nevertheless, you shall hear it. And this one has a happier ending. Well… for me, at least.”

II

Losing Nora left me utterly devastated, a shadow of the bright, joyful girl I’d once been. In the midst of this grief, my parents, panic-stricken by the potential scandal my dalliance might cause, decided to marry me off as soon as possible.

William Shaw had briefly been considered a potential match, but later disregarded due to his age – I was sixteen, he was twenty-nine – and because he was rumoured to have dissolute ways. Now, though, with so many possible suitors promised to others or killed in the Great War, Mother and Father were unwilling to spend time searching for a more suitable candidate. So William was brought back into the fold, and I was unceremoniously given to him as a wife.

Needless to say, I wanted no part of this arrangement. What little I’d seen of William Shaw was more than enough for me. But Father would not permit a word of objection, not after the way I’d ‘disgraced myself’. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that I would be driven from our home and disowned if I refused this marriage.

What else could I do? I had no money, no resources to call my own. If I went to any of my relatives for help, Father would tell them about Nora. “No one in our family will take you in – no one,” he told me. “I’ll see to that.” I believe now that he was bluffing, and would never have dared to cast me out for real… but his stratagem worked, and I married a stranger out of fear.

The wedding itself was a quiet one, thank goodness. I might well have fainted in the presence of a large crowd. As it was, I barely recall it, too occupied by the struggle to conceal my despair. Somehow, we got through the ceremony, then I was seated next to William in the back of his car, being chauffeured to what was to be my new life.

That evening, my new husband was all too eager to consummate our marriage. He was not an attentive man in the bedchamber, satisfying his base needs without any regard for the frightened young woman beneath him. That first time was quite horrific, painful and humiliating in equal measure. After that, it just became one more thing to endure.

I thought marriage might become easier for me, given time, once William and I grew to know each other better. But something soon became quite apparent to me: William Shaw was a bully.

There are two kinds of bullies: those who know they’re tougher and meaner than everyone else, and have every intention of proving it. Then there are the bullies who are weak and insecure, preferring victims who are smaller and weaker than themselves. William Shaw was of the latter. And who would serve better for this purpose than a new bride barely out of her childhood years?

There were hints about his true nature from the start, but it was six months after our wedding, once all pretence of civility had been put aside, that the brutality began in earnest. Soon enough, I was doing all I could to avoid straying into William’s path. Mrs. Broomfield and Miss Haggerty made some effort to protect me, but there was little either of them could do that wouldn’t have resulted in immediate dismissal, and that would have made my situation even worse. The kitchen was as much a sanctuary as I could hope for, given that men like William prefer to dole out punishment without witnesses.

With Nora still very much in my thoughts, utterly alone and constantly under siege from a drunk, abusive husband, I saw only one means of escape. I came very close to taking my own life several times during that first year of marriage. Ultimately, it was becoming a mother that saved me.

I was eighteen when I gave birth to Rebecca, and she was the most beautiful, amazing thing I’d ever seen. I doted on her, poured all my love into this small, helpless bundle of joy that had been granted to me. She gave me purpose, a reason to carry on.

Even William, who mostly saw babies as a source of annoyance, seemed to soften in the presence of his first child. The abuse ceased for a while, but nature had intended him to be a bully, and soon enough he returned to form. I bore it with a new resolve, for I was no longer the only one who needed to be protected.

My husband had always been an enthusiastic drinker, but after the birth of Rebecca he began to lose himself in the bottle more frequently. Often, I would pass his office only to find him slumped against the desk, a glass of whisky clutched protectively in his hands. I was glad of those occasions, if only because they rendered him incapable of further cruelty.

It was commonplace to have our butler Brenton help my wreck of a husband upstairs to bed while I cleared up his papers. I’d always had a good head for numbers, so I soon found myself organising documents, or signing off on transactions that William had been too drunk to finalise. It became clear that I had a real aptitude for business, and I gradually took a larger role in the day-to-day affairs of the firm. Without a doubt, Shaw Mercantile would have gone under if it were not for my intervention. As the years went by, I took more and more control of my husband’s shipping company, if only because I knew we would lose everything otherwise.

When I was twenty-one, Sophia was born, and Melinda arrived a year and a half later. By then, William was so ravaged by drink that he was barely able to function. He didn’t take to his younger daughters in the same way he had with Rebecca. In fact, he barely seemed aware of their existence. For the most part, I was able to avoid his wrath, taking the children out on day trips with Miss Haggerty, and busying myself with the upkeep of Shaw Mercantile. William was either unaware I was running his business or pretended to be, I was never quite sure which.

My children, the upkeep of Shadowglen, and the maintenance of my husband’s business had forced responsibility upon me, giving purpose to my life. But despite having found and nurtured that inner strength, I still found myself on the receiving end of my husband’s cowardly rages from time to time. He blacked my eye one night, enraged by a “high and mighty” look he accused me of giving him while he fumbled through unlacing his shoes. I was obliged to explain it away by claiming to have walked into a low-hanging tree branch whilst strolling the grounds.

Then came the fateful day when William discovered that his pretty English rose was quite capable of drawing blood.

Melinda was barely a year old. I remember she was cradled in my arms while William and I were having a particularly nasty row about something or other. By that point, I could give as good as I got – in the verbal department, at least.

Brute though he was, I never dreamed William would dare to strike me with a babe in my arms, so when he took a swing and almost brained Melinda instead, I was dumbfounded, then livid with rage.

I managed to keep a calm demeanour, but later that evening I found William drunk in the bath, trying to shave himself with no success. By then, his hands seemed to have developed a permanent tremor.

“For God’s sake, help me with this – this bloody thing!” he growled. “I keep cutting myself!”

Calmly taking the straight razor from his shaking hands, I set about scraping away the stubble from his wretched face.

You know where this is going, don’t you? Of course you do.

Once my husband was impeccably shaved, the razor slowly made its way down to press against his jugular vein. Alarmed, William made to snatch at my wrist, but I stopped him in mid-motion with a single word. “Don’t.”

“Y-you… you wouldn’t dare, you mad bitch,” he squeaked, his face a deathly pallor.

My voice was cool and steady, which must have alarmed him even more. “Oh, I would, though. I’d like nothing more than to draw this blade across your throat and watch the life drain out of you.”

His eyes were frantically rolling, but he made no further attempts to move. “What the hell’s got into you, woman?!”

The razor still firmly resting against William’s quivering throat, I spoke low and clear into his ear. “If you ever lay a finger on me or my children again, I will kill you without hesitation, do you hear? You’ll never even know it happened. One evening you’ll pass out in your cups and never wake up again. If you have any sense left in that whisky-soaked brain of yours, you’ll mark me well, husband.”

With that, I pushed the straight razor back into his hand and closed his fingers around it. Perhaps that was foolhardy of me, but my message was clear enough: I’m not afraid of you anymore.

I left William in his tepid bathwater, eyes filled with terror.

That was the day I finally saw my husband for what he was: a cowardly, pathetic little man. It was also the day he saw me for who I was: a woman who had reached her limit. He never raised his hand to me again.

After that evening, William’s presence at Shadowglen was akin to that of a ghost. He occasionally spent time with Rebecca, but barely acknowledged the rest of us. His only real refuge was in a whisky glass, and he spent the remainder of his life in an alcoholic stupor.

Four years later, he was dead. As his spouse, and in the absence of an official will, everything he owned went to me – the house, the company, the money. I was set for life. And more importantly, I was free.

III

“Goodness me,” I said, as Victoria leaned back into the soft leather of her Chesterfield, lacing her hands together. “Remind me never to get on your wrong side.”

“Oh, I’m quite certain you could never invoke my wrath, Doris dear,” she told me with a smile. “But if you’re not over here in my lap with your skirt up around your waist in the next few seconds, who can say?”

And so I did as my lady wished. She hadn’t told me to slip my knickers down and off, but I took that extra liberty anyway. Parking myself on Victoria’s lap, I was rewarded with a finger plunging in and out of my cunt.

“You’re so wet,” she hissed in my ear. “So warm and wet.”

“I’m always wet for you,” I murmured back, a series of small orgasms going off inside me like firecrackers, one after the other. Often it happened this way – a prelude to a much greater detonation, which was quick to follow.

Once I’d caught my breath, Victoria pushed me away, then hiked her own skirt up, shifting forward to the edge of the chair and drawing her legs apart. She pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side, but not before I could notice the large damp patch at the crotch. “Eat my cunt,” she commanded.

I was down on my hands and knees in a moment, trailing my tongue through her musky folds. She smelled wonderful, a rich, earthy aroma every bit as enticing as the perfume of the rose upon her desk. She prised herself open for me, unsheathing the swollen nub of her clitoris. I took it into my mouth to suck, then flicked it back and forth with the tip of the tongue. Seeking and finding her arsehole, I wriggled a finger inside, fucking her bum while I attacked her cunt with my mouth. Soon enough, I had provoked Victoria to climax, her hands clutching handfuls of my hair while she cried out my name.

After discarding the rest of our clothes, Victoria had me sit on the edge of the desk while she drew one of my legs up and slotted her cunt against mine. Grinding against one another, we came several more times that morning, my thorny rose and I.

IV

With Victoria away on one of her forays into the city the next day and Shadowglen all to myself, I had ample time to consider her many revelations.

So much made sense to me now – the nature of her relationship with the brute of a man she’d had no choice but to call husband, her true desire forced into the shadows of an unhappy marriage, like so many others during that era of unbending convention. And the estrangement of her mother and father, who had engineered that terrible union. Now I knew why the girls rarely spoke of their grandparents. I don’t think they had much contact with them, if at all. There had been no visit from them since I had come to Shadowglen, that much I knew, nor from their paternal grandparents, for that matter.

And yet, that sham marriage had given her three beautiful daughters. I wondered if her bond with the girls had carried her through those years, a beacon of light in an otherwise dark world. Would she have succumbed to despair without them at her side?

And then there was us. Victoria and I.

If the revelations concerning her relationship with the housemaid and the marriage she’d subsequently been forced into weren’t enough, Victoria had left me reeling with her offer of Shadowglen as my permanent home, where I would live as her partner and lover.

Of course I was over the moon and eager to accept, but I also wondered how a relationship like ours could endure under the circumstances. 1935 was really no more tolerant or enlightened than 1919, when Victoria had been caught with her friend Nora, as far as romantic love between women was concerned. Which meant we would have no choice but to conceal our true feelings behind the walls of Shadowglen. We would be living a lie.

But then, wasn’t society fed and fueled by lies? In the orphanage alone, I’d been exposed to hundreds of them… and a glance through any newspaper might unearth dozens more. Lies told to the world, lies we told to ourselves. Did it really matter if Victoria and I added a few more to the grand tally?

Then there were the girls to consider. Would we have to keep our love, our passion a secret from them, too? Was such a thing even possible with the five of us living under the same roof? I didn’t know if Becky, Sophia or Melinda were even remotely aware of their mother’s penchant for other women.

I thought about all this as I dusted and polished and ironed. I thought long and hard. But honestly, I’d already accepted my situation. I loved Victoria, I loved the girls. And come what may, Shadowglen was my home now. After everything Victoria had told me, I no longer wanted to wring my hands over things I couldn’t control. This was the hand life had dealt me, and considering my humble circumstances, it was more than I had any right to expect. Perhaps it would work out, perhaps not, but regardless I would take each day as it arrived, and allow myself to be happy.

I didn’t have long to dwell on such things in the coming days, anyway. You see, Victoria wasn’t quite done surprising me.

V

Evenings at Shadowglen followed a familiar routine: The girls would return from school and spend an hour playing in the garden (or up in their rooms if the weather was wet) while Mrs. Broomfield and I prepared dinner, and Victoria finished off work in her study. After we’d eaten, and the dining room table cleared, I would spend a while helping the girls with their homework until bath time beckoned, or if it wasn’t bath night, simply let them scamper off to do as they pleased. Later, clad in dressing gowns and nighties, they would come down to the living room for mugs of cocoa before bedtime.

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let us return to homework at the dining room table.

It was still early evening, but the last of the summer daylight had been all but blotted out by dark, angry clouds and sheets of monsoon-like rain. The thunderstorm seemed to charge the air around us, invoking a kind of tense, unspoken exhilaration.

It was hot and humid. Sophia and Melinda were particularly giggly that evening, their eyes sparkling with a scintilla of mischief. Victoria – who had recently been spending more time with us whilst the girls worked on their homework assignments – cooled herself with a small Oriental fan, the first couple of buttons of her blouse popped free. Becky, so keen to emulate her mother, had partially unbuttoned her school shirt as well.

Victoria kept peering across at me, giving me smiles I couldn’t help but return. I’m sure Becky must have recognised them as more than just friendly exchanges. She kept stealing glances at me herself, almost as if she were vying with her mother for my attention. It seemed there was another kind of tension in the air that night – the one inside Shadowglen feeding off the other percolating outside.

I wasn’t immune to the charged atmosphere in the room. My nipples were inexplicably stiff and sensitive beneath my cotton shirt, and a dull, pleasant thrum stirred between my legs, leaving me aching for the attention that only a lover or a restless hand can offer.

I rolled up my sleeves, and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, placing a finger upon the textbook lying open before me on the table. “So, if Queen Elizabeth I reigned between 1558 and 1603, how many years was she queen?”

The question was directed at Sophia and Melinda. As the eldest sister, Becky scribbled away on her own separate assignment, occasionally peering up to ask me or her mother a question.

“Stop kicking me, Sophie!” Melinda groused as she counted away on her fingers. She was sitting between me and Victoria on one side of the table, with Becky and Sophia on the other.

“How do you know it’s me?” Sophia returned with a smirk. “It might be Becky or Doris kicking you. Or even Mummy!”

“I know it’s you because I can see your head bobbing up and down,” a grinning Melinda replied, and bounced up and down in her chair to illustrate the point.

“Keep your feet to yourselves and concentrate on your homework, both of you,” Victoria told them, and Sophia gave a little pout.

Melinda slid her chair back from the table. “There. You can’t get me now, Sophie, can you?”

It was very hard not to notice that the ten-year-old’s plaid skirt had ridden up to her waist. Harder still to ignore the sight of her white knickers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Victoria had encouraged me to admire the beauty of her two youngest daughters as they bathed, but I had done more than that, much more. I had allowed myself to see them through a lens of sexuality; even summoned up images of them while I masturbated. Surely that hadn’t been Victoria’s intention. Would she be cross with me if she knew? It seemed likely.

But still, those knickers… tantalising flashes of white against the pale, smooth flesh of Melinda’s inner thighs. The child seemed oblivious to my furtive peeks as her legs scissored to and fro, and God knows I tried not to look. But isn’t it always the way that when you do your best not to look at something, you just end up doing it all the more?

I managed to drag my eyes away from between Melinda’s legs for the umpteenth time, then glanced up to find Victoria peering back at me. Good God, had she noticed where I’d been looking? She didn’t appear to be angry, or even annoyed – on the contrary, she regarded me with an amused smile.

Perhaps she hadn’t seen what I was up to. Or she simply read nothing untoward in it. After all, it was Victoria who had insisted there was no shame in looking. She could hardly blame me for taking her advice to heart, I reasoned. Nevertheless, I felt my face turn warm under her gaze.

“Forty-five years!” Sophia cried out, making me jump.

“Hmm?” I murmured.

She scowled at me. “Elizabeth I was queen for forty-five years. Pay attention, Doris!”

“Why was she called the Virgin Queen?” Melinda enquired, her legs now thankfully closed.

Becky gave a little snort, but didn’t look up from her textbook.

I did my best to compose myself. “Well… she never took a husband or had children.”

“Why not? Didn’t she need children to take over when she died?”

“Yes, ideally she would’ve produced heirs, but… honestly, no one’s really sure why.”

“Perhaps Elizabeth decided no man was up to the task of prince consort,” Victoria said cooly, her eyes probing mine. “Who knows? She might’ve preferred a queen consort instead.”

“Mother!” Becky admonished, then gave me a brief furtive glance, colour tinging her cheeks.

The younger girls seemed puzzled. “How can a queen have a queen?” asked Melinda.

“I think your mother is making a little joke,” I mumbled. “So, er… yes, forty-five years was the correct answer, Sophia. The next question…” I scanned the textbook in front of me, glad to have something other than Victoria’s unyielding gaze to command my attention. “What was the name of the theatre where Shakespeare’s plays were staged?”

“The Globe!” Melinda proudly announced.

“Very good.” I replied.

And all the while thunder rumbled outside like the laughter of gods. The rain hadn’t let up a jot, the air still humid and clingy; charged with possibility.

VI

Come morning, the rain and thunder had given way to clear skies and sunshine. A fine day for hanging out washing, which was just as well, as it was laundry day.

Having done my fair share of scrubbing clothes by hand in the orphanage scullery, Victoria’s top of the range Savage electric washing machine was a gift sent by heaven. Initially I was terrified of the noisy thing, and tried without success to convince Victoria that washing clothes the old fashioned way would get them cleaner. But I soon came to relish feeding sheets and garments of clothing into the drum, then watching with a peculiar species of hypnotic awe as they went round and round.

I never got used to the spin cycle, though. Even with the lid firmly attached, I would stand well clear of the big vibrating behemoth, convinced it would suddenly explode and destroy half the house, or worse – suck me into its whirring maw and swallow me whole, leaving nothing but a pair of vacant shoes to prove I was ever there.

I was pouring detergent into the revolving drum, happily humming away to myself when I felt hands around my waist; warm lips teasing the nape of my neck. I gasped in pleasure, pushing back against Victoria’s body, eager to give my lover whatever she wanted.

One of her hands appeared in front of me, delving into the unwashed pile of clothing on the counter to snatch up a pair of white knickers, the same ones Melinda had worn the previous evening. I’d rubbed myself to a splendid climax later that night, pretending she’d been letting me look up her dress on purpose.

Victoria held her daughter’s underpants before me for a moment, then brought them to my face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I mumbled through the soft cotton. It held a light, musky scent, and I felt a twinge of excitement in the midst of my confusion, knowing it was the aroma of Melinda’s sex.

When I tried to pull the knickers away, Victoria batted my hand aside. “Shhh… Isn’t this what you want, Doris? I saw you last night, peeking at my little girl’s smalls. Or is it what’s underneath that interests you?”

“I d-don’t know what you mean,” I protested, squirming inside and out.

“Oh, I think you do,” Victoria insisted. “There’s no need to deny it. In fact, I was rather hoping you felt that way.”

What on earth did she mean by that? Goodness knows, Victoria was no shrinking violet when it came to sex – I’d seen her do things that would make a sailor blush – but this was something new, and it unnerved me a little.

Drawing Melinda’s knickers away, Victoria let them drop into the pile of clothing, then pulled the whole lot onto the floor, along with the unwashed sheets and towels. “I need to ask you something very important, Doris,” she crooned. “But first, I’m going to fuck you.”

With our own clothes stripped away and added to the pile on the floor, we lay down and made love hard and fast amongst the dirty laundry. Victoria ground herself against my sex with an urgency that thrilled me. I twisted my hips and pressed into her, seeking that sweet spot where cunt aligns perfectly with cunt. We came against one another that way, our union brief but no less exquisite for that.

Our clothes given up for lost amongst the jumble of dirty laundry, we scampered naked up the stairs and retreated into Victoria’s room, laughing like giddy schoolgirls. We lay stretched out on the bed.

I remembered Victoria’s earlier words. “What was the important thing you wanted to ask me?

Victoria gazed at me for a long moment, as if she was weighing her options. Finally, she spoke. “You know, Doris… I often wonder how my life might have been different.”

“What do you mean?”

“If Nora and I had been allowed to be together, to live as lovers. If society had permitted such a thing.”

“But then you wouldn’t have had the girls,” I pointed out.

“No. And I have no regrets… except for not knowing what became of poor Nora, of course. Still, I wonder how things would’ve turned out if we’d been able to pursue our love. She and I never had a chance. But if I want to give the girls the choice I never had, I must do so before they get much older and society manages to sink its damned hooks in.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, and my confusion must have shown.

“I believe most women and girls have sapphic tendencies, Doris,” Victoria opined. “I don’t know what purpose that might serve from nature’s point of view, and I don’t think the same can be said of men and boys – at least, not to the same extent – but there’s always been a certain intimacy between women that’s hard to define.

“My daughters might grow up to marry men and have children of their own, and I have no objection to that, if it’s what they choose. But I want to show them there’s another way. It might be too late for Rebecca – she’s old enough to know her own mind, and just as stubborn as I was at that age, but I believe Melinda and Sophia are still young enough to be receptive to new possibilities.”

I propped myself up on an elbow, carefully regarding my lady. “I don’t quite understand. You think the girls need some kind of… education in how women make love to other women?”

Victoria ran the tips of her fingers down the contours of my body, across the swell of my breast and rib cage, then over my hips and thighs. “I’ve seen how you look at my daughters, Doris. All three of them. You’re not very good at hiding your true feelings, my sweet. And wasn’t it me who encouraged you to pay close attention to Melinda and Sophia when they were naked? Would you be shocked if I told you my intentions weren’t altogether innocent?”

I opened my mouth to speak, realised I had no words, then shut it again.

“And surely you’ve not failed to notice the way the two of them act around you. I certainly haven’t. The way their eyes sparkle, how they get silly and giggly. They’re especially animated when they come down for cocoa after their bath.”

“I… I began looking at them, just like you said I should,” I told her. “They noticed straight away – I suppose you’re right, I’m not very good at hiding things. But they seemed to like it. Now it’s as if they want me to look at them whenever their clothes are off. Maybe it’s just a fun game to them, or maybe—”

Victoria intercepted my fumbling attempt to explain with a new question. “Are you attracted to my daughters, Doris? Tell me truthfully, and know that I have no objections either way. None at all. But you must be honest.”

I stared at her, unsure how to proceed. Once the words were out, there would be no taking them back. Of course I was attracted to the girls. Hadn’t I masturbated to thoughts of them? Wasn’t I seizing every opportunity to ogle Melinda and Sophia’s bare bodies in the bath? Didn’t I long to see Becky strip down to her underthings in front of me again, just as she’d done that day in the shop changing booth?

Victoria demanded the truth. How could I give her anything less?

“I think they’re beautiful, Victoria. Yes, I find them attractive. And I… I think about them that way, yes.”

She reached across to kiss me full on the lips, lingering for a long moment before pulling away and fixing me with an intense look. “Do you love me, Doris?”

“You know I do.”

“And how far would you go to please me?”

I took her hand and kissed the palm, the gesture almost as much an act of fealty as it was affection. “I’d do anything for you,” I murmured.

“Would you?” she asked. “I wonder.”

She seemed to consider her next words carefully. “Tonight you’ll bathe with Sophia and Melinda. You will wash them, and let them wash you. You’ll touch them intimately, show them how girls may pleasure each other. And if you can, Doris, you will bring them to climax. Do you understand?”

I slowly nodded my assent, trying to absorb the full meaning of her words. Victoria was instructing me to seduce her two youngest daughters. There was no room for misinterpretation.

There were questions, though. Whys and Hows and What-Ifs. But I was very aware of not rocking the boat at that particular moment. I had dreamt of being intimate with the girls, had fantasised about it, and now, against all my wildest expectations, Victoria was actually giving me permission to do just that. Devious though it might have been, I didn’t want to give her an opportunity to change her mind.

So I reduced my questions down to just one. “Aren’t they too young to feel that kind of pleasure?”

Victoria pulled me on top of her. “Girls are able to become aroused at a very young age. Even as babies, in fact.”

I didn’t ask her how she could know that, nor did it seem important at that moment. With my mind filled with illicit thoughts of her children, and all the wild possibilities that bath time might bring, Victoria Shaw and I fucked the afternoon away like two rutting animals.

Soon to come: Chapter Nine!

 

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

That evening, Kelly, Gabby and Jan all come together in a threesome for the first time… but probably not the last!

The next day, Linda picks her daughters up for the drive back home. By then, she feels certain her daughters are having sex with each other, and is perplexed to find herself aroused by the thought of it.

Later, she pays a visit to Gabby in her room, intent on having a chat with her youngest daughter about sex. Deciding to be honest with her mom, Gabby tells Linda everything she and Kelly have been up to, including their weekend with Aunt Jan. Linda is so turned on by Gabby’s revelations that she impulsively offers to touch her nine-year-old until she comes. Gabby is quick to accept. Afterward, Linda promises that they can make love again… and Kelly can join them.

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Ali and her mother Cheryl were nestled together in bed, unwinding from a vigorous fuck. They’d just tribbed each other to a glorious mutual orgasm.

“Is Pam a good kisser?” asked Cheryl, idly trailing two fingers through her oldest daughter’s anal cleft.

“Oh, sure,” Ali replied, then paused to take a long, luxurious yawn. “I knew she would be, what with all the practice she’s been getting with Gabby.”

“Mmmm, Gabby,” Cheryl purred. “God, do I ever want into that little girl’s pants.”

Propping herself up on one elbow, Ali studied her mother thoughtfully. “Do you want her more than Pam, then?”

Cheryl shrugged. “It’s not a contest.” Musing for a moment, she added, “Y’know, I’ve lusted after your sister since she was kindergarten age, at least. I think she was six, the first time I rubbed myself off while thinking about her. Every day, I see young girls who turn me on, but this… this need I have for Pam, it’s a part of me. Hard to compare that desire to anything else.” She reached out; took Alicia’s hand. “Well, except the way I feel for you, sweetheart. There’s nothing on earth like the love a mother has for her daughter. Never forget that.”

They came together in a tender kiss, then Ali chuckled. “Thinking about it now, it seems kinda weird… y’know, how you waited until I was thirteen to make a move on me?”

“Oh, it took me a long while to understand what I really wanted, you know that. The way I always felt lightheaded when I saw you undressed, or in a cute bathing suit… See, I thought that was just me being a proud mom.”

Placing a hand on her mother’s vulva, Ali gently cupped it. “When did you figure out how you really felt?”

Narrowing her eyes, Cheryl said, “This story again? Babe, you’ve heard it dozens of times.”

“It’s my favorite story,” said the grinning teen. “Gets me hot, every time you tell it.”

“Me too, actually,” Cheryl purred, placing a tiny kiss on her daughter’s nose. “You’d just finished taking a shower, and had a towel wrapped around your body. Well, I just meant to pop my head in and ask you to bring your backpack up from the living room, but you were facing away… and before I could say anything, you let the towel fall.”

“Oooh!” Ali squealed. “My, what a wicked little girl I was.”

By then, Cheryl was dreamy-eyed, caught up in her tale. “I hadn’t seen you naked in a couple of years… and omigod, it hit me like a, a tidal wave. Such a lovely sight…” She gave a blissful sigh. “That’s when I knew the truth. I felt desire, sexual desire for my thirteen-year-old daughter. I wanted you, sweetheart… and then, somehow, you figured out how I felt.”

Ali nodded. “I don’t know how I knew, but yeah, I did. I mean, I already figured out you were gay–”

“From snooping around on my laptop, you little minx,” Cheryl said.

“Whatever. And that was when I thought, Whoa, Mom likes ME that way? So… I wanted to show you that, if you really wanted to do stuff with me, I was way into that!”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Lord, I remember those days. Barely wearing clothes around the house, giving me peeks down your top, always dropping things in front of me so you’d have to bend over and pick them up… I don’t think I’ve ever masturbated so often in my life. Three times a day, at least!”

“Yeah, and I’d already figured out that I liked girls. So I was waiting for you to, y’know, do something. Maybe try and kiss me.”

“Oh, no, no. I’d never have been brave enough to make the first move,” said Cheryl.

“Yeah, and finally I couldn’t wait any more,” Ali replied with a shrug. “And I figured the worst that could happen was you’d just say no. So that one night, I took off all my clothes, snuck down to your room and got in bed with you.”

“That you did. And then… it happened,” Cheryl said, pausing to kiss her daughter’s brow. “Like something out of a dream. That was the happiest moment of my life, I swear.”

“Just wait until you make love to Pam,” Ali said. “She’s got the sweetest pussy I ever tasted.”

Cheryl sighed heavily. “Oh, I’m sure she does. It’s just… Pam’s only nine. Even if she likes girls, I’m not sure if she’s ready for sex with her mother.”

Ali thought for a moment, then said, “Look, Mom… I’ve got a really interesting idea. If it works out, you’ll get to fuck not only Pam, but Gabby as well. And me too, of course. A mini-orgy, right under our own roof. Wanna hear it?”

Cheryl studied her oldest daughter. “I’m listening…”

Ali sat up, the sheet falling to bare her breasts. “We tell Pam she ought to invite Gabby to stay the night. This Friday, say. Now, Gabby’s already said she wants to see me naked, and I guarantee she’s open to a lot more than that. Now, what if the three of us start fooling around, then I ask the girls if they’d like to see something really hot. And when they say ‘Sure’, guess where I take them?”

“Um, down to the living room, to watch lesbian porn…?”

“Nope!” Ali fired back. “We go down the hallway to peek through a certain door that just happens to be open. And there we’ll get a good long look at Pam and Ali’s mom, stark naked and rubbing her cunt.”

“Wait, wait!” Cheryl exclaimed, sitting upright. “You’re suggesting I put on a sex show?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, c’mon, Mom – tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”

“Actually, it does,” Cheryl agreed after a moment’s reflection. “But how do we get from there to the four of us in bed together?”

“Like this. We’ll peek into your room for a few minutes, and that’ll be plenty of time for me to figure out if the girls are into watching you… though I’m totally sure they will be. Then we’ll sneak back to my room, and I’ll leave the door slightly open, just like you will. You wait about ten minutes or so, until we’re having sex, then come in and ‘catch’ us. Don’t even bother to dress – come in naked. If that doesn’t turn into a fuck-fest, I give up.”

Cheryl pondered the idea, then slowly nodded. “I mean, they’re both into sex with girls, and Pam’s already doing incest with you… well, it might work. I guess the only question is if they’re willing to fool around with an older woman.”

“Oh, give me a break, Mom,” Ali sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re a total sex bomb, and the girls are gonna be all over you like syrup on waffles.”

Reaching for her daughter’s hand, a smiling Cheryl drew Ali into her arms. “You always know the right thing to say, sweetheart,” she murmured, cradling the teen close. “Fine, then. We’ll give your idea a shot. First, we set up the sleepover, then we’ll take it from there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now… can I have a kiss, Mom? A nice juicy one.”

“Oh, God,” Cheryl moaned, her body pulsing with reawakened desire. Her lips met Ali’s, then mother and daughter came together in a kiss that quickly grew deep and heated. She rolled onto her back, bringing Ali along, pressing her thigh between the girl’s legs.

“Yeah. Fuck me, Mom,” Ali whispered.

***

Pam loved her mother’s suggestion that they invite Gabby to come by for a sleepover after the Fourth of July celebration. Gabby had been out of town for a few days, visiting her aunt, and Pam was practically bursting with news to share with her best friend.

After weeks of wondering if it would ever happen, Pam finally got to have sex with her big sister Alicia. They’d played all the hot, naked games she’d explored with Gabby, along with some new things Pam had never done before, Best of all, Ali said they could do it again — anytime they felt like it!

Falling back on the bed, Pam gleefully hugged herself. Oh, man… Gabby is gonna flip OUT when I tell her!

***

On the morning of the Fourth, Gabby awakened, thrilled about the day ahead… and still awed by the amazing weekend she’d had. So much had happened to change her life, nearly all of it for the better. Well, losing Daddy and our dog to a bolt of lightning was awful, and Kelly ending up in a coma was pretty bad, too, even if she did wake up from it.

But when Kelly finally did emerge from her unconscious state, she wasn’t the same big sister as before. In fact, she was almost completely different. And that was when Gabby’s life – and the lives of her family and friends – entered uncharted territory.

Three months earlier, she’d seldom given much thought to sex. Then, not long before the tragedy that claimed her father’s life, Gabby’s best friend Pam had taught her to masturbate. Not knowing what to expect, Gabby was hooked from the first, and began to finger herself to climax nearly every night.

One afternoon, she and Pam decided to masturbate together, and they immediately agreed that it was way hotter when you got to watch someone else do it at the same time. After that, the two nine-year-olds got together as often as they could to pleasure themselves.

When Pam hesitantly suggested they try touching each other, Gabby loved the idea – in fact, she was annoyed with herself for not thinking of it first. Seating themselves side by side, the girls fondled one another to orgasm, agreeing afterwards that it felt lots better than doing it on your own.

That was the last time Gabby and Pam had to share those lovely feelings for a while. Two days later the violent thunderstorm came, the one that took the life of Gabby’s father and left her sister permanently unconscious in a hospital bed. A heartbroken Gabby spent all her spare time with Kelly, desperately wishing for her older sibling to awaken.

When Kelly finally did come to, Gabby and her mother Linda were beside themselves with joy – that is, they learned that the accident had robbed Kelly of her past, the girl’s memory completely wiped away. She couldn’t remember her mother or sister, she now spoke fluent Spanish, and she’d developed an obsession with seeing girls and women naked, especially her mother and younger sister.

As it turned out, Kelly wanted much more from Gabby than a glimpse of her in the nude. Soon, she’d taught her sister how lovers kiss; soon thereafter, they were exploring sex together. After the masturbation games she’d enjoyed with Pam, it didn’t seem so very odd to fool around with her beloved older sibling.

Their sexual activities only snowballed from there. Not long after Kelly licked Gabby’s pussy for the first time, the two girls introduced Pam to their fun and games. Gabby felt warm and tingly between her legs as she remembered how awesome it was, having sex with her big sister and Pam at the same time.

Then there was Aunt Jan, Mom’s sister. When the girls stayed with Jan for the weekend while Linda visited a spa, somehow Kelly had persuaded their aunt to join them in bed. They spent the rest of the weekend having sex.

Slipping a hand into her panties, Gabby began to touch herself, thinking about the things she’d done with her sister and her aunt. For one thing, Kelly taught her how to lick pussy, and Gabby got to make both Jan and Kelly come with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride, remembering it. Now I’m a lover for real.

As Gabby explored the interior of her moistening cunt with a finger, her thoughts drifted to the previous night, when Linda, her mom, touched her until she came. Then they kissed, with tongues and everything!

That was awesome, Gabby thought. Even better, Mom says we can do it again, only this time with Kelly!

As she pictured the three of them making love, Gabby reached a sudden, intense orgasm. She brought her finger to her nose, sniffed it, then slipped it into her mouth to suck clean. With a contented sigh, she pulled the sheet back up to her chin and settled in, soon falling asleep.

***

Later that afternoon, Kelly was standing next to her mother Linda at the fairground, where the Fourth of July celebration was in full swing. As Kelly munched the last of her cheesy fries, she couldn’t help but notice all the sexy girls in the vicinity. They all seemed to be similarly dressed, in short denim cut-offs and tank tops or snug t-shirts. That’s what Gabby and Pam were wearing. Kelly watched as the two friends wandered off together, holding hands.

This was the first time Kelly had been part of a large gathering since the accident – and it gave her an odd feeling, especially when accompanied by the sexual hunger that never seemed to leave her for very long. Whenever a girl looked at her, Kelly had to wonder if it was someone she knew.

At one point an especially cute teenage girl gave her a smile. What would she do if I went right up to her and gave her a kiss? Kelly wondered. Bet she’d like it. Mother would probably freak, though.

Glancing around at the other girls in their shorts, Kelly smiled. I’m glad I wore this nice blue and white sundress. It makes me seem a little different from all the other girls. Wonder what they would think if they knew I was totally naked underneath?

***

Pam and Gabby sat side by side in the shade of a large oak tree on the periphery of the fairground. Any passersby who happened to glance at the two nine-year-olds wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual. That is, unless they could hear what the girls were discussing.

“So… I had a sleepover with my sister last night.” said Pam.

Gabby shrugged. “Um, okay,” she replied, wondering why Pam had led her away from the crowd to chat.

“Remember how you wanted to see Ali naked? Well, I asked her about that.”

That got Gabby’s attention in a flash. “You did!? Omigosh, what did she say?”

“She said yeah, you totally can.”

“Cool!” was Gabby’s immediate reply. She was poised to tell Pam all about what had happened at Aunt Jan’s house, how she’d not only had sex with Kelly, but also her aunt… and then with Mom, after they got back home. Then she thought better of it, since grownups were involved. I better ask Mom if it’s okay, she decided.

Pam continued. “Ali said we can have a sleepover with her tonight, after the fireworks are done. Want to?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!” Gabby answered, nodding eagerly. “Can Kelly come?”

“Oh, sure!” Pam affirmed, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Gabby could see that Pam was bursting with more news. She grinned, gently elbowing her friend. “What else? You’ve got more to say, I can tell!”

Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one could hear, Pam lowered her voice to a murmur. “Me and Ali fucked last night.”

It took a few seconds for Pam’s words to sink in, then Gabby gasped, “No way!”

“Yes way,” Pam said, practically bouncing where she sat. “She licked my pussy, I licked hers… and all kinds of cool, sexy stuff. We did it, like, three times, and oh, Gabs, it was the best.”

Gabby’s mouth hung open a moment, her mind racing. “Does that mean when me and Kelly come over tonight… we’re all gonna have a big sex party?”

Pam smiled, slowly nodding. “Yep.”

Pumping a fist in the air, Gabby cried, “Yeah!”

***

Meanwhile, Pam’s mother Cheryl was hanging out with Linda, the two women sipping coffee they’d just purchased from a Brazilian food truck.

After some small talk, mostly about Linda’s time at the spa, Cheryl told her friend, “Pam and Ali are having a sleepover tonight, and they wanted to invite your girls to stay over.”

“Kelly too?” Linda asked. Okay, that’s odd. In all the time she and Cheryl had been neighbors, they’d never had a sleepover like that, one with all four of their daughters participating.

A low throb began to pulse between Linda’s thighs as the significance of this little ‘sleepover’ sank in. Bet there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight. And Ali’s going to be part of it, eh? Gabby didn’t mention her being part of their all-girl fuck club…

“Inviting Kelly was Ali’s idea, but Pam went right along with it. And hell, I figured you could use some time to yourself.”

“Yeah, I would be okay with some alone time,” Linda replied. “All that driving I did yesterday really took it out of me.” She smiled at her friend. “Thanks for offering to look after the girls for me, Cheryl. You’re a brave, brave soul. Four girls at a sleepover… you never know what kind of shenanigans they might get up to!”

“Nothing I can’t survive!” Cheryl said, then smiled to herself. Actually, I’m counting on the girls to get up to some VERY wicked shenanigans.

***

As dusk approached, both families waited together for the firework display. Linda and Cheryl chatted about this and that. Sixteen-year-old Ali rested a hand on her sister Pam’s shoulder. Standing behind the others, Kelly carefully reached out to fondle Gabby’s ass. The girl started – then relaxed, giving Kelly an adoring glance over her shoulder.

Gabby had breathlessly informed Kelly a few minutes earlier about the sleepover with Ali and Pam, so both girls were buzzing with anticipation for the fun and games to come.

As usual, a test firework was set off before the actual show began, and Kelly flinched when the big boom went off. No one seemed to notice but Linda, who was alarmed to see a look of horror on her daughter’s face.

“Come on girls,” Cheryl said, “Let’s find a good spot to watch from. The fireworks will be starting soon.”

As the others looked for an open place on the lawn, the first of the fireworks went off, exploding in a splash of bright blue across the evening sky. While the crowd oohed and aahed, Kelly seized her mother around the waist. She buried her face in Linda’s chest, sobbing in fear.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Linda murmured, holding her daughter close.

“I d-don’t like this, Mother,” Kelly whimpered. “Please, can we go now?”

“But… what about the sleepover at Cheryl’s?”

Kelly shook her head, now shivering from head to toe. “Please, let’s go. Please!”

Linda turned to Cheryl, “This is too much for Kelly. I’m going to take her home.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead,” Cheryl replied, her brow furrowed in concern. “Poor kid. You can leave Gabby with me – she can just come home with us afterwards. I’ll give her one of Pam’s nighties to sleep in.”

Hugging her big sister, Gabby said, “I’m sorry you feel bad, Kel. Maybe you can come join us later, okay?”

With quick goodbyes, Linda and Kelly took their leave, while Cheryl, her daughters and Gabby settled in to watch the fireworks.

Kelly’s fright was so intense that she raced ahead to the car. By the time Linda got there, her daughter was hunkered down on the side facing away from the fireworks, shaking harder now, both hands tightly clamped over her ears. When Linda unlocked the passenger door, Kelly scrambled inside, then covered her ears again. After a mile or two the sounds were out of range. Kelly managed to relax a bit, though she still seemed very unhappy.

Once Linda switched off the ignition and the garage door closed, Kelly exited the car without a word and trudged into the house. When Linda entered, she found her daughter slumped back on the sofa, looking miserable.

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Linda said, sitting next to her daughter.

“It’s not,” Kelly pouted, staring at her knees. “I acted like a great big baby in front of everyone.” She looked up at her mother. “Was I always that scared of fireworks?”

“No. You used to enjoy them.”

Kelly said nothing, just sighed heavily.

“Why don’t you lie down for a little while, sweetie?” said Linda. “Maybe take a nap. You’ll feel better.”

“I guess,” the eleven-year-old replied with a shrug.

Linda stood. “Come along… you can rest in my room,” she said, extending a hand to Kelly, who slowly rose to her feet.

Leading the girl upstairs, Linda told her, “Go wash up, honey. I’ll get you a pair of pajamas.”

Kelly went into the bathroom and washed her face. She was brushing her teeth when her mother returned, pajamas in hand. “Here you are,” Linda said, “Put these on when you’re done. I’ll be right back.”

When Linda came back a few minutes later, changed into sweatpants and a faded Neil Young t-shirt, Kelly was tucked up in bed in her yellow cotton pajamas. She still seemed glum.

Kneeling next to her daughter, Linda gave the girl a hug. “Don’t be unhappy, Kel. We’ve all got things we’re afraid of. Me, I’m scared of spiders, always have been.”

“It’s okay, Mother, ” Kelly sighed, “I’ve got a really bad headache, though. Can you turn the light off?”

“Oh, of course.” Linda got up and hit the switch, leaving the room lit from the hall. “I’ll get you a couple of aspirin.”

“Thanks,” Kelly replied.

Making her way to the kitchen, Linda had just taken the aspirin bottle from the cupboard when the phone rang. It was Gabby. “Hiya, Mom. We’re all back at Cheryl’s. So… is Kelly coming over?”

“No, honey. Kelly’s not feeling well. She’s going to stay home and get some rest.”

Gabby sighed. “Okay, I guess. Will you give her a hug for me, and tell her to get better soon?”

That made Linda smile. “Sure I will. Now, you be a good girl while you’re at Cheryl’s. Actually, can you put her on?”

“Sure.” Gabby said, then Linda heard her youngest call, “Hey, Cheryl. Mom wants to talk to you.” Then back into the phone, “Love you, Mom… goodnight!”

“Love you too, Gabby.” Linda said, but her daughter had already passed the phone along

“Hey, you,” Cheryl said. “Is Kelly okay?”

“She’s a little out of it. Those fireworks spooked her pretty bad, and now she’s got a nasty headache. A good night’s sleep should set her straight. By the way, thanks for letting Gabby stay over tonight.”

“No problem. Man, the girls are really wound up. Got a feeling they’ll be staying up late… and we’ll all be sleeping in. Is it okay if Gabby doesn’t make it back home in time for breakfast?”

“That’s fine. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, Cheryl.”

“Goodnight.”

Linda hung up, then went back upstairs with two aspirin and a glass of water, only to find that Kelly had managed to doze off. “How about that,” she murmured.

Setting the glass and aspirins on the nightstand, she undressed, got into an extra-large t-shirt and slipped into bed alongside her daughter. She gently took Kelly in her arms, then buried her nose in the girl’s sweet-smelling hair.

God, I want her, Linda told herself. And if what Gabby told me is true, Kelly feels exactly the same. It feels so strange to hold my child, knowing that I’ll soon be making love to her. 

She felt an urge to masturbate, but decided against it. Stay hungry, she thought.

Linda grappled with sexual fantasies of her daughters for a few minutes, then fell asleep.

***

Standing in Alicia’s doorway, Cheryl was looking in on her daughters and their friend. She had changed into a gauzy blue nightie, one that barely concealed her generous breasts, with a black thong underneath. The girls were all in t-shirts and panties, and Cheryl had to be careful not to let her eyes wander.

“Okay, girls,” she said, “you can stay up late as you like, but keep the noise down, because I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” the three girls called out, and with a wink, Cheryl turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Wow, she’s sexy, Gabby mused. She’d never had thoughts like that about Pam’s mother before, but she sure was having them now! Wish Cheryl could stay and play with us. I’d totally love to see all of her.

Meanwhile, Ali was watching Gabby closely. Oh, yeah, she was for sure checking out Mom’s ass. Fuck, that’s hot. She had resisted the urge to finger her pussy for the entire day, and was itching to take off her skimpy nightwear and get down and dirty with the younger girls. But I need to wait a few minutes, until Mom’s been gone long enough that Pam and Gabby think she’s really asleep. It was all part of the plan she and her mother had worked out earlier.

There were a few minutes of idle chat about this and that as the girls got settled in. It was all completely innocent, but Ali wasn’t fooled. Her younger sister and Gabby were fired up with excitement, anticipating the sexual games they would soon be playing.

With a glance at the clock, Alicia decided to get things going. Smiling at her sister’s little friend, she said, “So, Gabby… Pam told you about how we like to fool around, right?”

“Yeah,” Gabby replied. “It sounds like lots of fun.”

“Oh, it is,” Alicia said. “Pam also told me that you guys do stuff, too. I think that’s great. She said you want to see me naked; is that right?”

Gabby had butterflies in her tummy. She felt shy, but also thrilled – so much that when she spoke, her voice was higher than usual. “I… I think you’re beautiful, Ali. And yeah, I’d love to see you with nothing on.”

Ali reached out to caress the nine-year-old’s cheek. “Let’s make that happen, then.” She turned to saunter into the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder to add, “I’ll be right back,” before she closed the door.

Pam took Gabby’s hand. “Let’s sit here,” she said, leading her friend to the edge of Ali’s bed, where they sat side by side, their bodies touching.

“I… I love you, Gabby,” Pam murmured shyly. “You’ve been my best friend for, omigosh, ages… and now we get to be girlfriends, too.” Suddenly the girl was grinning, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Are you looking forward to doing sex with Ali? You are, right?”

“Oh, I am!” Gabby squealed. “I think Ali is way hot. I love you too, Pam… and I’m totally cool with being your girlfriend. But, um, we can still fuck our sisters, right?”

“Well, yeah… we’re gonna be fucking my sister in a minute, y’know.” Pam paused to study her friend. “Gotta say, you look way cute right now.” She paused, moistened her lips. “Gabby? Can I kiss you?”

“Took you long enough!” Gabby replied, giggling as she reached for her friend.

When Ali returned a minute or so later, she was treated to the sight of the two nine-year-olds sharing deep tongue kisses.

While in the bathroom, the teen had quickly undressed and freshened herself up. Now she stood in the bedroom wearing a short white silk robe and nothing else. Watching the two preteen girls make out set Ali’s pulse to racing. Her nipples were swollen and lightly brushing against the fabric of the robe.

Advancing to the bed, Ali placed a hand on the shoulder of each girl. Pam and Gabby slowly drifted apart, as if waking from a blissful slumber.

Ali could feel warmth pulsing between her legs as she studied the flushed faces of the girls. Their mouths were wet from kissing, a dreamy cast to their eyes. They were short of breath, and Ali was fairly certain she could see a damp patch on the front of Pam’s underpants.

Gabby sat spellbound as Ali reached out to take her hand. The teen held it a moment, then guided it to her face, giving the young girl’s palm a long, slow lick.

“Oh, God,” Gabby whispered, a tiny shiver flickering through her boyish body.

Ali brought Gabby’s hand close to her belly, then wrapped the nine-year-old’s fingers around one end of the sash that held her robe closed. She smiled down at her sister’s little friend. “When you’re ready to see me, just pull this.”

A dazed Gabby stared in awe at the teen. She nearly pulled the sash right then, but paused to take a good look first. Feast my eyes – that’s what they say, huh? Well, I’m gonna do that right now. I want to remember this for the rest of my life. 

She began with a long look at Ali’s bare feet, taking in the bright pink polish that adorned her toenails, then allowed her gaze to travel up the older girl’s shapely legs. Ali’s robe hung just far enough above her knees to show off a generous portion of creamy thigh.

Now Gabby studied the shape of Ali’s body through the robe. The curvy hips, the breasts, the hint of erect nipples, the elegant line of Ali’s neck, her eyes and face, the long red hair spilling over the teen’s shoulders. She loved all of it.

Pam was watching this sexy scenario unfold, lightly pressing a hand against the front of her panties. By then, she was used to seeing Ali nude, yet it never failed to excite her.

Still clutching the sash, Gabby knew she was ready. She tightened her fingers, then slowly tugged, pulling an inch at a time until Ali’s robe fell open.

Gabby’s heart pounded at the sight. So sexy… yet at the same time, so beautiful that it made her want to cry. Ali’s nipples were still barely concealed, but Gabby had a tantalizing view of the teen’s breasts. She stared at the older girl’s firm tummy, the tiny cleft of her navel and, most exciting of all. a neatly trimmed triangle of curly auburn pubes framing juicy labia. Licking her lips, Gabby imagined how it would taste.

Shrugging out of the robe, Ali tossed it aside. Every move she made caused her breasts to sway slightly. They weren’t as big as they would be in a year or two, but to Gabby they were perfect, absolutely perfect.

“Holy cow, Ali,” Gabby finally managed to say, “You’re… you’re way hot. You could be in the movies.”

“Aww… aren’t you sweet,” Ali replied with a flirtatious grin.

In the meantime, Pam had removed her t-shirt and panties. Now naked, she moved to stand next to her big sister. “What about me, Gabby… could I be in a movie? A sexy one?”

“Prob’ly not. You’re still just a kid like me, so whoever made that movie would get in BIG trouble. Tell you what, though – if you were in a sexy movie, I’d go see it for sure!” Much as she liked seeing a girl naked, seeing two at the same time was even better, especially if they were just about to have sex. Even more when it’s sisters who are gonna fuck, she told herself. Or a mom and her little girl. Not sure why that kind of thing makes me feel all warm and tingly inside… but oh, wow, it totally does!

Pam took a step toward her friend, “Okay, Gabs. Your turn to get naked. Here… let me help you!” She extended a hand and Gabby took it, rising to her feet.

Kneeling, Pam pulled the long t-shirt Gabby was wearing up high enough to grasp the waistband of her panties, then slid them down to the carpet. By then, Ali had stretched out on the bed and was gently caressing her slit as she watched her sister strip their guest.

Watching Ali play with herself, Gabby absently allowed Pam to finish removing her panties, helping her step out of them. The task completed, Pam quickly stood. She was holding the damp undies to her face and taking deep breaths. “Mmm, you smell great,” she sighed, then tossed them to her big sister.

“Thanks, sis,” Ali said – then covered her nose and mouth with the sodden panties just as Pam had, humming with pleasure as she continued to masturbate. Gabby was a little surprised to see anyone interested in smelling her underwear. She’d never thought of doing anything like that before, but had to admit it was an awesomely sexy sight.

“C’mon – raise your arms, already!” Pam demanded, tugging impatiently at Gabby’s top.

“Oh, sorry!” Gabby exclaimed. She thrust her arms up, and Pam pulled the faded Taylor Swift shirt off, then tossed it over the back of Ali’s desk chair. Now they were all nude.

Ali was plunging a finger in and out of her vagina, gazing hungrily at the two naked girls. “I want to see you guys make out,” she said.

The nine-year-olds turned to face one another. “Hey, you,” Pam said, flashing a naughty grin.

“Hey, you,” Gabby echoed. They met in a tender kiss that heated up considerably when Pam brought her tongue into play. Soon the girls were hugging tightly, cupping each other’s bare bottoms, their bodies grinding together.

“Ohhh… oh, yeah!” Ali gasped as she brought herself to a quick orgasm. Gabby and Pam broke their kiss to watch, exchanging gleeful looks as the teen rode her ecstasy to its peak, finally going limp with a blissful sigh.

Gabby was first to speak. “That was a good one, huh?”

“Sure was,” Alicia said without moving. “God, you two are soooo fucking hot together.” The girls giggled, and she patted the bed. “Come join me.”

Climbing on the bed, the girls stretched out on either side of Ali. She kissed them each in turn, reaching down to briefly tease the smooth clefts of their pussies, then lay back. “Want to suck my nipples?”

“Sure!” Pam chirped, immediately latching on to her big sister’s breast. Gabby followed her lead, circling the taut nipple with her tongue, the way Kelly liked it

Nice titties, Gabby decided, Like Aunt Jan’s, but I like Ali’s even better. Wish Mom had got undressed last night, then I could’ve done this to her, too. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ali moaned. “You can bite them a little bit – I love how that feels. Oh, fuck!” she blurted as the girls followed her instructions.

Ali was on fire, ready to ravish these adorable nymphets – especially Gabby. She’d been lusting after her sister’s little friend for ages. Bet she tastes yummy. First, though, there’s business to take care of.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Oh, yeah, it’s time. Mom’s ready for us.

“Hey, you guys want to see something really awesome?” Ali asked.

Pam raised her head. “What’s that?” Gabby also looked up.

“How’d you like to see Mom finger her pussy?” Ali asked, hoping for the answer she and her mother Cheryl wanted to hear.

Both girls’ eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?” Pam gasped.

Fondling their bottoms, Ali explained. “Every night around this time, Mom gets naked and masturbates. I’ve watched her before. It’s one of the sexiest things you’ll ever see. She’s got a great body, but she’s a fucking knockout with all her clothes off!”

“Oh, yeah.” Gabby murmured. “Count me in!”

“But… we won’t get caught, right?” Pam wondered.

“Nope,” Ali answered, “Mom’s so caught up in it that the whole ceiling could collapse. and she wouldn’t miss a stroke. I’ve watched her lots of times. Don’t know why, but she never closes the door all the way, and I just peek through.” She pointed at her alarm clock. “It’s time now. We can go out in the hall, watch for a little bit, then come right back here and fuck each other silly. Want to?”

Both girls exchanged a brief glance, then nodded eagerly.

“Okay, then… let’s go!”

Moments later, the three girls slipped into the dark hallway, still naked, and crept through the darkness toward Cheryl’s bedroom.

Soon to come: Chapter Twelve!