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Stranger in the Family, Chapter 14

  • Posted on November 30, 2024 at 6:12 pm

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. 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. She asks Gabby to keep what they’ve just done a secret for the moment.

The next day, Linda takes both her daughters to the town’s Fourth of July celebration, as does Cheryl. There, Pam invites Gabby to a sleepover, where they’ll be hanging out with her big sister Ali. Pam goes on to share a surprise with Gabby: she and Ali had sex the night before, and they both want to let Gabby in on the action. Gabby asks if Kelly can come, too. Of course, Pam loves than idea.

However, the fireworks display frightens Kelly so badly that Linda is obliged to take her home. She has to pass on the sleepover, but Ali, Pam and Gabby are determined to have fun anyway.

What the younger girls don’t know is that Ali has come up with a scheme to find out if either of them is interested in sex with her mother. At an agreed-upon time that evening, Cheryl undresses and lies on her bed masturbating with the bedroom door slightly ajar, then Ali leads Pam and Gabby to that open door, intent on doing a little spying. They watch for a bit, then return to Ali’s room to have fun.

Gabby watches as Pam and Ali begin to make love, then gets an idea. She slips out of the room while the other two aren’t looking and makes her way to Cheryl’s room, where she invites Ali and Pam’s mother to join the ongoing sex party. Of course, Cheryl is delighted to oblige, and follows Gabby back to Ali’s room, where she makes love to Pam and Gabby for the first time.

Meanwhile, Kelly wakes in Linda’s bed the morning after her panic attack. Mother and daughter converse, and each admits wanting to make love to the other. So they do just that. As they lie together afterwards, Gabby comes home from the sleepover. She immediately undresses and joins her mother and big sister.

That afternoon, Aunt Jan comes by to pick up Kelly and Gabby for a night at her place. The girls want their mother to come so they can all four have sex, but Linda isn’t quite ready. She wants to have a long discussion with her sister about the two of them becoming intimate again, and it still working out what to say.

Kelly and Gabby return to Aunt Jan’s home, where things immediately get hot between the three of them.

Meanwhile, Cheryl drops by to visit Linda, where she confesses to having sex with both Kelly and Gabby, as well as her own daughters. Linda isn’t bothered, admitting that she’s done the same with her girls. By then, both women are incredibly aroused, and end up making love — after which Linda proposes having a sex party for both their families. Cheryl loves the idea, and plans are laid.

Later that day, Jan brings her nieces back home. While the girls aren’t in earshot, Linda confronts her sister about what Jan has been up to with Kelly and Gabby. Jan is terrified at first, but recovers quickly when Linda admits her own incestuous activities with the girls. Now that the air has been cleared, Linda and Jan agree that the time is right for them to be lovers again. They go upstairs to fuck, where they are soon caught by Gabby and Kelly, who immediately undress and join in the family fun.

That brings us to this final chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Gabby had been carefully crossing off the days on her Pokemon calendar. The big day, Saturday, was close at hand now and her excitement had grown to the kind of proportions she usually associated with Christmas and her birthday. But this was even more exciting. Only nine, and she was about to attend her very first sex party!

Silly grownups, Gabby thought as she carefully put a big black X through Friday. All their different schedules getting in the way… but tomorrow is the big day at last.

Of course a lot of the edge had been taken off in the meantime. Gabby had plenty of opportunities to make love with her mom and Kelly. Plus, Pam had spent the night a few days earlier, and the two girls spent hours watching lesbian porn clips on the internet, getting ideas for fun new things to try.

Then the next morning, the nine-year-olds crept down to Linda’s room, where they found her dozing with Kelly in her arms, both of them naked. The temptation to wake them proved to be too much to resist, and resulted in an immensely satisfying foursome.

That wasn’t all. Cheryl, Linda, and Jan had enjoyed an evening of lovemaking while the four girls got together for a very naughty slumber party.

In addition to all the sex, Jan got the chance to spend time with Cheryl’s daughters, who quickly came to like her enormously. Needless to say, Alicia and Pam were eager to fuck Jan, who couldn’t wait to make love to another pair of cute sisters.

Both families had fun in other ways, of course. There was swimming, reading, video games, cookouts, bike riding, and camping out in the backyard. Staying up too late, sleeping in too long. Sometimes it was enough just to be lazy and enjoy the nearness of each other. Still, the three women and the four girls were all bubbling over with anticipation of the forbidden pleasures they would experience on Saturday.

That Friday, as Linda tucked Gabby in for the night, her little girl said, “Tomorrow is gonna be so awesome, huh?”

Linda had to smile. “You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”

“Yeah,” Gabby chirped, then counted on her fingers. “Three sets of sisters… you and Aunt Jan, Kelly and me, and Ali and Pam. Three grownups, two moms, and everyone having sex.”

“You make it sound like more people than there actually are,” Linda said with a laugh. “But yes, I’m looking forward to it too. We’ve got a lot of love to share.”

Linda bent to kiss Gabby’s cheek, but her daughter shyly said. “Mom, can I have a real kiss? It, um, helps me sleep better.”

“Well, I do want you to be well rested tonight, sweetheart,” Linda murmured. Dipping down, she pressed her mouth to Gabby’s, and they shared a kiss that quickly grew deep and passionate, their tongues engaged in a loving dance.

Finally, they gently parted. “I love you, Mom,” Gabby whispered. “You’re the best.”

“So are you, precious. Sweet dreams.” Linda switched off her daughter’s table lamp, then made a quiet exit, making her way to Kelly’s room.

When she glanced inside, Linda was surprised to find her older daughter already asleep, holding a book she’d marked a place in with her finger. Not wanting to disturb the dozing girl, she gently withdrew the book from Kelly’s grasp, placing it on her desk. Turning off the lamp, she blew Kelly a kiss, then tiptoed back into the hall, closing the door behind.

A few minutes later, Linda settled into her own bed. She smiled as she waited for sleep to come, reflecting on how her life had changed in such lovely ways.

***

Linda was the first one up the next morning. She enjoyed a peaceful cup of coffee while she pondered the upcoming events of the day.

Gabby was down a half hour later. She prepared herself a bowl of cereal with a sliced banana in it.

Linda studied her youngest daughter. The nine-year-old wore a large t-shirt that looked more like a dress on her. It was red and emblazoned with big white letters that read I’m a Chick Magnet. It was an old shirt of Walt’s, one Linda had bought for him as a gag. Somehow, Gabby made it look incredibly sexy, probably because she was completely naked underneath. Linda knew that because she and her little girl had shared a hot French kiss and a bit of playful groping before they sat down to eat.

Kelly was last to come down. On her way to the kitchen she was met by Gabby who gave her big sister a hug and, standing on tiptoe, a kiss on the lips. Stepping away, Gabby turned, lifted her shirt up and shook her bare bottom at Kelly.

Frowning, Kelly mumbled, “What are you doing? God, you’re acting weird.” She made her way into the kitchen while a giggling Gabby raced upstairs.

“Hi, beautiful,” Linda said.

“Hi, Mom,” Kelly replied, then plopped down in a chair.

“What would you like for breakfast?”

Kelly shrugged as Linda put a glass of juice in front of her. “Scrambled eggs, I guess. Maybe some toast.”

“Coming up,” Linda said, taking the carton of eggs from the refrigerator.

As she nudged a piece of butter into the skillet, Linda observed her oldest daughter. Huh… why’s she dressed like that? These days, Kelly’s usual morning attire was a t-shirt with panties, and she was nearly always barefoot. This morning, she was in pajamas and an old bathrobe with bunny slippers.

Glancing around the kitchen in bewilderment, Kelly spoke up. “Hey, Mom? Where’s Dad? He didn’t take Toby for his walk without me, did he?”

Whirling about, Linda dropped an egg on the floor. She stared at her daughter in utter disbelief. “What? What did you say?”

“Um… I asked if Dad took Toby for his walk without me,” Kelly repeated. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

A dumbfounded Linda quickly switched off the stove and went to Kelly, taking a seat next to her. She hesitated, then carefully said, “Sweetie, can you tell me what day this is?” It was a question the doctors had suggested Linda ask Kelly if she seemed disoriented.

Kelly sensed something was wrong. She heard birds chirping outside. Looking out the window, she saw the leaves, green and lush in the trees. There was a hum of insects in the air. It was sunny and bright outside, sure to be a hot day. The lawn was brown from too much sun and not enough water.

Okay, that was strange, but Kelly knew what day it was. She said, “It’s Wednesday, April fourth. I have a math test today, and–” Kelly broke off as she noticed the wall clock. “Omigosh, I’m late for school!”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Linda asked, taking Kelly’s hands in hers.

Kelly furrowed her brow, trying to think. “I…I got up for school, and it was dark, and – and it looked like it was about to rain?” She frantically looked round the kitchen again, her face growing pale as she searched her mind for a reason for it to be April but feel like the middle of summer.

Linda began to cry. Hugging Kelly close, she gasped, “Oh my God, you’re back, my little girl’s back.”

“What’s happening, Mom? Did I g-go somewhere?” Kelly stammered.

“Oh, my baby,” Linda sobbed as she held Kelly to her.

***

Jan had been first to arrive for the sex party, explaining, “I was too excited to wait at home,” but then she caught the look on Linda’s face. “What – what’s going on?”

After Linda related what had happened, Jan phoned Cheryl to fill her in. The three adults agreed that the sex party was off, but Linda didn’t want Gabby to know about her big sister’s recovery just yet.

When told there would be no family orgy that evening, Gabby was sorely disappointed, but Linda cheered her little girl up by suggesting she go across the way to play with Cheryl and her daughters. Still only wearing that extra-large t-shirt, Gabby put on sneakers, kissed her mother and her aunt, then hurried over to Cheryl’s place. Once inside, she stripped off the t-shirt and her Nikes and raced upstairs to the master bedroom. Cheryl, Ali and Pam were all waiting for her there, completely naked.

Meanwhile, Jan phoned Kelly’s doctor, who told them to bring the girl in right away. On the way there, Linda and Jan did their best to explain everything. It wasn’t easy; Kelly was devastated by the loss of her father and the family dog.

At the hospital, Kelly was given an MRI and other tests. The doctor’s finding was conclusive: Kelly was her old self again. She shook her head in utter incomprehension when they told her she’d been speaking Spanish, then shrugged at the revelation that she’d given up eating meat.

Kelly had no memory of anything that had occurred over the last few months. It was a total blank to her. She could recall coming down to breakfast on the day of the lightning strike, nothing after that.

***

It was difficult for Kelly to adjust to having her previous life back. Linda and Gabby had already been through the process of mourning Walt, but Kelly’s grieving for her father had just begun.

Losing her dog was also traumatic for the girl. It was downright heartbreaking to see Kelly look for Toby, then realize he was gone forever. Sometimes during meals, she would take a scrap of food from her plate, forgetting that Toby wasn’t there to take it. Linda offered to get a new dog from the Humane Society, but Kelly only said, “Not yet, Mom.”

Time passed. Kelly turned twelve, Gabby and her friend Pam were now ten, and Pam’s big sister Alicia was seventeen.

Alicia had grown into a real stunner. Gabby’s breasts were beginning to fill in, and Pam had developed enough for her to require a training bra.

Kelly was a little annoyed by how touchy-feely Gabby had become. She couldn’t remember her little sister behaving that way before. Another mystery was how her room had become so neat and clean, with books everywhere that she had no intention of reading, more than a few of them in Spanish. It didn’t feel like her room at all. Within a few days, though, it had reverted back to its former messy state.

It was hard for Gabby, too. The new version of Kelly had been so much fun, and now she was back to her old self. It’s not as if Kelly was unkind, but the super-close friendship they’d built over the previous months was gone, and Gabby had been demoted back down to the pesky little sister. It sucked big time, not getting to be lovers with Kelly anymore.

Gabby had been sworn to secrecy by her mother and Aunt Jan. There was to be no mention whatsoever of how Kelly had behaved during her amnesia, or the lesbian seductress she’d become.

They continued to have sex without Kelly, of course. Their lovemaking was too good to give up. Gabby could still fuck her mother and Aunt Jan, as well as Cheryl and her daughters. But now these activities were carried out in secret, concealed at all costs from Kelly. And though Gabby understood the necessity of such caution, she desperately missed making love with her big sister.

***

Kelly stood by the kitchen counter, an arm twined around her mother’s waist.

“Look how big you’re getting,” Linda said. “Almost as tall as me.”

“I guess,” Kelly replied.

“You used to be so excited about growing up. What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Kelly sighed. “I can’t understand it… being gone like that for so long. I didn’t know who I was at all, huh?”

“No,” Linda said. “You didn’t know who any of us were, you didn’t know anything about yourself or your past. But you did your best to adjust, and eventually you were one of the family again.”

“But I still wasn’t me.” Staring at her feet, Kelly mumbled, “Mom, I’m scared I’ll go away again. I don’t want to be someone else.”

Linda hugged Kelly tightly and said, “You don’t have to worry, sweetheart, it’s all over now. Your memory came back, just the way I hoped. Don’t even think about the last few months. You get to be your old self now.”

Returning her mother’s embrace, Kelly asked, “Was I awful? It must have been hard for you and Gabby.”

Linda smiled warmly at her daughter. “You weren’t awful, just different. We got used to it… but we’re much happier to have you back the way you were.”

“Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.” Kissing Linda’s cheek, she wandered off to her room.

But despite her mother’s reassurances, thoughts of those lost months continued to gnaw at Kelly. She couldn’t stop wondering what had happened during her absence, but try as she might, no memory of that time would come to her.

Then the dreams began. Dirty, twisted, perverted dreams that had Kelly waking up bathed in sweat, heart racing and, oddly enough, with her panties soaked. At first, she tried to ignore them, telling herself, It’s just a stupid dream. That isn’t my family, it isn’t ME. 

But they kept coming, getting weirder and weirder, with Kelly performing acts she didn’t think were even possible. Even worse, she was dreaming about doing these things with her own mother and sister!

Before long, Kelly’s dreams were beginning to affect her waking hours. The sight of Gabby in a t-shirt and  panties would have her recalling what she’d done to her little sister in the depths of slumber. A glimpse of Mom in her bra summoned up an uncomfortably precise image of Kelly taking that bra off, then burying her face in the warm softness of her mother’s – No, no, stop thinking like that!

Eventually, Kelly made an appointment with the school psychologist. She’d always been able to discuss anything and everything with Mom, but not this. Never this.

She’d think I was sick in the head. Huh, maybe I am.

***

Dr. Lora Bromley greeted Kelly, gesturing the girl toward a comfortable chair.

“I’m glad you wanted to see me, Kelly,” the woman began. “Please call me Lora, by the way. I know about the loss of your father, and your accident. And your amnesia. It must have been difficult. So… how are you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.” Kelly felt oddly shy at the sight of the woman, who was in her early thirties and quite attractive. She waited for the therapist to ask another question, but Lora remained silent, wearing a neutral expression.

Oh, shit, she’s waiting for me to say something. Kelly struggled to collect her thoughts and voice them, finally managing to say, “Um, so I guess you must be wondering… if I’m doing okay, why am I here?”

“Could be any number of reasons,” Lora began. “Perhaps you really are okay, and just needed to say so out loud. Or maybe you need me to tell you that you aren’t okay. Or there’s something you need to talk about, and it’s easier to discuss with a stranger. Whatever the reason, I’m here to listen, so why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“It’s something I can’t understand, and it scares me.” Kelly paused, then charged ahead. “I… I have these dreams.”

“Nightmares?”

“Yes – well no, not nightmares. Oh, God… look, this is really embarrassing. I don’t think I can talk about this,” Kelly said as she rose from her chair.

“Now, Kelly,” Dr Bromley said, “I’ll have a big block of empty time on my hands if you leave now. If you’d rather talk about something besides your dreams, we can. I want you to know, though, that I’m a licensed therapist, and I’ve heard things you can’t imagine. Anything you tell me will always be just between us.”

Kelly slowly sat back down, staring at the floor. She finally looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m really messed up, Dr. Bromley,” she said in a whisper, “I have these… perverted dreams.”

“It’s Lora, remember,” the doctor replied. “Look, Kelly… There are those who think dreams reveal everything there is to know about a person. I’m not one of them. To me, dreams are… well, think about all the ideas, the information, the trivia, the flights of imagination, even the fantasies that occupy your mind. Gets pretty cluttered in there, wouldn’t you say?”

“I guess,” Kelly replied.

“Just so. I think dreams are the mind’s response to that clutter… taking that constant flow of data and making something out of it, even if the final result makes no sense. Most dreams don’t, after all.”

“My dreams make sense,” Kelly declared. “They’re just… perverted, like I said.”

Lora paused to mull on that, then continued. “You’ve been through a lot, Kelly. In your case, there may be extra things your mind is sorting through. Grief, perhaps, or your near-death experience, maybe just puberty approaching. Who knows? Perhaps your dreams are a clue to what you were doing during the time of your amnesia.”

That made Kelly shiver. “I… I didn’t even think of that.”

Lora reached out, patted the twelve-year-old’s hand. “Why don’t you tell me about these dreams, Kelly.” She sat back, waiting silently while Kelly gathered her courage.

Finally she began. “They’re about people I know,” she mumbled, then fell silent.

After a long pause, Lora asked, “Anyone in particular?”

Staring at the floor, hands pinned between her knees, Kelly said, “My family. My mom, my little sister and my aunt. And the family who lives behind us – a mother and her two daughters.”

“What happens in these dreams?”

“We… we d-do sex stuff,” Kelly stammered, “We don’t have any clothes on, and we start kissing, and – and touching each other… then all kinds of weird things happen, like we rub our bodies t-together, and put our fingers inside, um… you know. And it gets even dirtier than that!”

“Go on, Kelly,” Lora murmured in a soothing voice. “Tell me all of it. Remember, I’m here to help.”

“We put our mouths on each other’s… private places!” Kelly blurted. “I lick my little sister’s t-trickle, and she does that to me.” She was trembling, forcing the words to come. “Last night, I dreamed Mom licked my… my b-bottom hole!”  With that, she burst into tears.

Lora held out a box of tissues, and Kelly gratefully seized one, using it to blow her nose.

Looking up at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I told you I’m weird. I’m dreaming of l-lesbian sex with my own family… with other girls and women, too. And… and little girls! Then I wake up with my panties soaking wet. What’s wrong with me?”

“What do you think is wrong?” Lora asked, “So far, I only see a sweet girl who has dreams she doesn’t like. For all you’ve been through, you seem to be coping fairly well.”

Kelly sighed heavily. At last she said, “There’s more. These dreams… they don’t bother me as much as they used to.”

“Hmm. Can you explain that?”

“I’m… I’m starting to think more about, um… well, how beautiful my mom is. I was wondering what it would be like to, um, kiss her. Tongues and everything.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve never even kissed a boy like that! Then there’s my sister. She’s always going around the house in just panties. I keep thinking about how cute she is! And there’s my Aunt Jan. She’s a lesbian. The other night, I, um, got to wondering what it would be like if she… if she touched me. And if she wanted to do more than just touch, would I let her?” She pressed both hands to her face. “I can’t make these thoughts go away, Lora!”

“So you don’t want to have sex with the women in your family,” Lora said, “but you keep thinking about doing just that. And those thoughts are beginning to seem more… inviting, is that it? Like you might actually be open to the idea of exploring incest?”

“Yeah. And I don’t want to feel like that, y’know?”

Lora slowly nodded. “Tell me, Kelly… have you ever fooled around with another girl?”

“No… no, I haven’t. Do you think I should?”

“That’s not for me to say,” Lora replied. “Would you be open to having a lesbian experience?”

Kelly sat quietly for a moment, then answered, “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I’m not interested in boys. And I always think about girls when I um, touch down there.”

Masturbate, Kelly. It’s okay to use that word when we’re talking. You can say, ‘fuck’, or ‘cunt’, or anything at all. I want you to feel completely free when you’re here. Your secrets are safe with me.” She hesitated, then said, “In fact… I’m going to tell you one of my secrets, Kelly. Something about me that very few people know. I trust you not to share this with anyone.”

“I… I promise, Lora. Cross my heart.”

“Good.” Sitting back in her chair, the doctor murmured, “First, I need you to know that I’m a lesbian.”

“You are?” Kelly gasped, taken aback. “Oh, wow… Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I won’t tell anyone.”

Lora laughed. “Oh, that’s not my secret, Kelly. I’m pretty open about loving women. And don’t worry, you weren’t rude at all. What I wanted to tell you is… I’ve had sex with my sister. Many times.”

Kelly could only stare, her mouth slack. “You – really? Your sister?”

“It’s true. She was my first lover. I didn’t even know I liked girls, not until then.”

“Um, how old were you when it… when it happened?”

“Our first time? Let’s just say that I was still a girl and leave it at that. I’ve told you my big secret, Kelly… but if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep the specific details private.”

“Oh, sure, sure. I understand,” Kelly quickly replied. “So are you saying I should… d-do stuff with my sister?” By then, she was quite jittery, moving restlessly in her seat.

“Not at all. But I’m not telling you not to, either. My intention was to let you know that incest isn’t always a terrible thing, no matter what society tells you. Do you think your sister might want to have sex with you?”

Kelly pondered that for a moment. “I don’t know… maybe? Since I came back, Gabby seems to, uh, touch me a lot. And she wants to hang out all the time. More than she used to, anyhow.  I don’t know why.”

“Interesting,” Lora said, absently stroking her chin. “Do you think it’s possible that during your lost time, you and Gabby were especially close?”

“I’m not sure–” Kelly froze, her mouth still open. Taking a long, deep breath, she stared into the therapist’s calm eyes, quietly asking, “How close do you mean?”

Her gaze unwavering, Lora answered, “Closer than most sisters ever get.”

The words seemed to explode in Kelly’s head. No. No. That’s not true. It can’t be.

Somehow she found herself standing, blindly snatching up her backpack “Um, I’ve got to go I’m gonna be late to class, thanks for seeing me,” she babbled, every fiber of her being laser-focused on getting to the door and out of this office.

“I’m here anytime you need to talk,” Lora said. “Leaving now won’t help you deal with your problems.”

Maybe not, but staying isn’t gonna help either, Kelly told herself, stumbling into the hallway.

***

That night, after a dinner she only picked at, Kelly sat on the couch, lost in her thoughts while her mom and Gabby watched TV.

Dreams are just dreams. Just because I dream about having sex with my family doesn’t mean I want to do those things… and it especially doesn’t mean it happened for real.  It’s okay to masturbate. Whatever I think about while I masturbate, it’s okay. Even if it’s about Mom, or Gabby, or Aunt Jan.

Dr Bromley told me to masturbate, that maybe it would stop my dreams. What if they’re not dreams, though? Oh, God, I don’t know what to do.

Kelly gave a loud sigh. Linda glanced over at her daughter, asking, “Everything all right?”

I wonder if I should talk to Mom about this? Kelly asked herself. She glanced over at Gabby, who was stretched out on the floor in her usual nightwear, a pair of panties and a t-shirt so worn and faded that it was practically transparent. Kelly felt a now familiar warmth between her legs at the sight of her little sister’s pert bottom.

Tell Mom about these feelings? No way. I can’t talk about this, especially with Gabby here.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Mom. Think I’ll go to bed. G’night.” She trudged up the stairs.

Gabby came a little while later to peek in on her big sister. Kelly was lying on her tummy, reading a book. She wore a nightshirt with rounded cuts on either side that showed her bare thighs.

Kelly glanced up to see her younger sibling at the door. “Hey, Gabs,” she murmured.

Padding over to her sister, Gabby bent to kiss the back of Kelly’s head, then said, “Night, Kelly.”

“Night,” Kelly absently replied, caught up in her reading.

Just before turning to leave, Gabby quickly raised Kelly’s nightshirt to expose her sister’s panty-clad bottom. “Gotcha!” she cried.

Hey!” Kelly yelled, pulling her shirt back down, “Get out of here, you brat!” But a laughing Gabby had already beat her hasty retreat.

Kelly frowned. How come she keeps doing stuff like that? It’s like she’s flirting with me! But that had her thoughts straying into very uncomfortable territory… so with a sigh, she returned to her book.

Linda came in to check on Kelly a little later. “Time to turn out the light and go to sleep, sweetheart. You can finish that tomorrow.” She took Kelly’s book, set it on the side table. Switching off the bedside lamp, Linda tucked her daughter in with a kiss on the cheek. “Night-night,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Mom,” Kelly mumbled, settling down for the evening.

After Linda left, Kelly lay awake for a few minutes longer, thinking. Wonder why Mom spends so much time tucking Gabby in these days? Sometimes she was only in there for a couple of minutes. Other times, like this night, she’d be with Gabby for at least half an hour. Maybe she’s reading her stories. The walls were too thick for her to make out any particular sounds, though sometimes she could hear murmuring. Kelly had no idea what was going on, and for some reason, couldn’t bring herself to ask about it.

Finally, Kelly did fall asleep… She dozed soundly until she abruptly awakened in the morning, flushed and gasping in the aftermath of yet another twisted lesbian dream.

***

One afternoon while Mom was out, Kelly passed by Gabby’s bedroom and halted in mid-step, realizing that her sister was crying.

Knocking softly, Kelly called out, “Gabby? Are you okay?”

“I – I’m okay,” Gabby answered after a moment.

“Can I come in?”

“If you want to,” was Gabby’s answer.

Carefully entering the room, Kelly sat on the bed next to her sniffling little sister and put a comforting arm around her waist. “What’s wrong sis?”

“N-nothing,” Gabby said, pausing to blow her nose with the tissue Kelly handed her, then toss it in the wastebasket. She gave her big sister a shaky smile. “I was, um, thinking about this sad movie I saw a few days ago. Honest, Kel, I’m fine.”

Kelly suspected there was more to her sister’s sorrow than Gabby was telling, but decided not to push the matter. On the other hand, there was an important question she’d been wanting to ask. “Gabby, you know I can’t remember anything from those months when I wasn’t me… but, well… I hope I never did anything to make you unhappy. I didn’t, did I?”

Taking Kelly in her arms, Gabby hugged her big sister, resting her chin on the older girl’s shoulder. “Gosh, no. You were real nice to me. We had some awesome times with each other. In some ways, it was like you were closer to my age, so we could hang out more, do stuff together…” Gabby trailed off.

“Well, maybe we could do some of those things now. I’d like us to be closer, the way we were then.” She took her little sister’s hand. “How did we have fun?”

Gabby looked uneasy. “I’m not s’posed to tell you anything about that time, Kel. I promised Mom and Aunt Jan. They say you shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

“Well, could you at least tell me what it was we did that made you happy? I mean, was it a game we played? Is it something I’m still able to do? Or is it like when I spoke Spanish, and now I don’t remember how?”

Gabby stroked her chin as she thought about it. Finally she answered, “I guess it’s something you could still do, but I’m still not s’posed to say what.” She sighed. “I sure miss us doing it, though. Heck, you prob’ly wouldn’t want to anymore.”

Gazing deep into her little sister’s eyes, Kelly said, “Please tell me, Gabby. I want to have that closeness with you again. Y’know, I don’t say it nearly enough, but you’re the best sister in the whole world, and I love you to bits. If what we did together made you that happy, I bet I’d want to do it again.”

Gabby’s eyes were shining. “Aw, Kel… I love you, too.”

“So… will you tell me?”

The ten-year old slowly nodded. “I guess… But you hafta pinky swear not to tell Mom or Aunt Jan. Okay?”

“Okay.” The two girls hooked pinkies, then Gabby began.

“It kinda started after we brought you home from the hospital, when you started leaving the door open when you were getting dressed, or taking a shower. You sure never did anything like that before!

“Then one day, you asked if I wanted you to show me how to kiss. Really kiss. So we did, and it was awesome!” Gabby was warming to her story. “And, and later that night, we got to kiss some more, only this time, you wanted us both to do it bare naked!”

Kelly’s head swam as she listened to her little sister’s tale of lesbian seduction. Was it really possible that those freaky dreams of hers really were true? She continued to listen, trying as best she could to conceal the storm of emotions racing through her – shock, concern, astonishment, embarrassment… and sure, even a measure of arousal.

Gabby’s confidence grew as her account grew steadily wilder. Soon she was describing how Kelly licked her pussy for the first time. Then she got into how Kelly encouraged her to explore lesbian sex with her best friend Pam… then Kelly herself joined in to lick both girls to orgasm.

The story continued, with others gradually joining in the lesbian festivities. Their Aunt Jan. Pam’s older sister Ali, then her mother Cheryl. Kelly’s head spun as she heard about her little sister’s night of lovemaking with Cheryl and both her girls, when Gabby had watched Cheryl go down on each of her daughters in turn.

And finally, there was Linda. Their mother.

Gabby was beaming, hugging herself as she described it. “We were snuggling in her bed… and all of a sudden, Mom asked if I wanted her to make me come!” She giggled. “Like there’s any way I’d say no to that! So I said sure, and she touched my pussy until I had an orgasm! It was awesome. We kissed with our tongues, too!

“Then the next night, you got to make love with her. When I came home, you and Mom were still in bed naked. You got up and took my clothes off, then all three of us did it!”

It was even crazier than Kelly had expected. I wasn’t just having dreams – I was remembering things that really happened! Not only was I having sex with little girls, our next door neighbors and my own mother and sister… I was the one who started it all in the first place! Would ANY of this have happened without me!?

“So what happened then?” she managed to ask.

Gabby sighed. “Well, we were gonna do it together at this big sex party, all seven of us… but that was the day you woke up from your amnesia, so Mom had to cancel. Now we meet on the last Saturday of every month to fuck, but it’s not the same without you there. We miss making love with you, Kel. ‘Specially me.”

“Oh, Gabby,” Kelly mumbled, suddenly feeling a twinge of melancholy. “Guess I really was a lot more fun before I came back, huh?”

The ten-year-old shook her head. “Don’t think that, Kel. Even if we never get to have sex again, I’d still rather have the real you here. You’re my awesome big sister, and it’s how you oughta be.” Grinning shyly, she added, “It’s just that, um, I can’t stop wishing that the real you might also want to, y’know… do things with me. You know… make love.”

Kelly was tingling all over, her pulse racing as she imagined what it would be like to lie naked with Gabby, sharing caresses, the two of them kissing over and over again – but the idea frightened her, too.

“So what d’ya think, Kel?” Gabby asked. The ten-year-old’s cheeks were flushed pink.

Kelly’s mind was in turmoil. I’m pretty sure I like girls a lot more than boys… but can I really mess around with my little sister? And Aunt Jan? Mom, even? I don’t know, I don’t know! 

Maybe I could try it once with Gabby. Or should I do it with some other girl first, just to make sure I’m really gay? Someone a few years older than my sister. But I love Gabby… and I trust her. That counts for a lot.

Ugh! I can’t decide what to do!

Kelly was silent for so long that Gabby finally spoke up. “I guess maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell you all this stuff. You prob’ly think it’s totally perverted, huh?”

Gabby’s expression was so sorrowful that Kelly hastened to comfort the girl. “Um, no, it’s okay, Gabs… I just need time to think. You gotta admit, that’s a lot for me to deal with. I’m not saying yes just yet. But I’m not saying no, either. Fair enough?”

Her little sister was beaming again. “It’s okay, Kel… I mean, you gave me time to think about it, too. If you ever, ever wanna try anything, just say the word.”

“I will, sis. I promise.” She gave Gabby a quick kiss on the cheek, then made a quiet exit.

The discussion ended there, but not Kelly’s thoughts about it. That night, she masturbated while picturing her little sister naked.

***

It was a cold but sunny early Saturday afternoon.  Kelly gazed out the kitchen window at Gabby and Pam, who were throwing snowballs at the snowman they’d made, and occasionally at each other. Mom had gone out to run errands an hour earlier.

Kelly opened the back door, the cold air making her nipples stiffen under her sweater, and called out,  “I made hot chocolate. You want some?” Both girls, flushed and giggling, came trudging through the snow and into the mudroom. “Get those wet things off before you come inside,” Kelly told them.

Pam and Gabby quickly doffed their snow-dusted coats, followed by their wet hats, boots, mittens and finally blue jeans. As Kelly poured the steaming cocoa into mugs, the girls stomped into the kitchen. Both girls wore heavy socks, sweaters, and long underwear. Their cheeks were rosy, and they smelled like fresh air.

Kelly added a dollop of whipped cream on top of everyone’s hot chocolate, playfully squirted some into Gabby’s mouth, then added a bit on her nose. Pam laughed at the sight.

The three of them sat at the kitchen table to drink their cocoa, Kelly half-listening as the younger girls chatted about their snowball fight.

As Kelly took the empty mugs to the sink she heard Pam softly say, “Bet I hit you in the butt a million times.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should kiss it better for me a million times,” Gabby fired back.

Looking back over her shoulder, Kelly was just in time to see Pam murmur, “Oh, I totally will.”

The girls slowly rose from their seats at the table, sharing wicked grins. Turning to her big sister, Gabby said, “Me and Pam are gonna go play in my room. See ya later!” They bolted from the room and thundered up the stairs, laughing at some private joke and smiling mischievously.

Kelly washed the dishes, a low, steady throb pulsing beneath her belly as she wondered what Pam and Gabby were doing right then. Did they undress each other? Were they wearing anything beneath those sweaters? In her mind’s eye, she saw Gabby tugging her friend’s top up and off, baring her boyish chest, then leaning in to lick a tiny nipple.

Lewd images of little-girl lesbians assailed Kelly as she stood motionless at the sink, a soapy sponge in her hand. Do I want to have sex with girls? Maybe… I’m still not completely sure. One thing for sure, though – I want to know more about what lesbians do together. 

Slowly mounting the stairs, Kelly wandered down the hallway to pause outside her sister’s door. She heard giggles, then silence, then a long, drawn-out sigh that trailed off into a moan.

Kelly gently knocked. The room immediately went quiet, then Gabby loudly called, “Yeah?”

“Um, could I come in?” Kelly answered.

“Sure!” was Gabby’s reply, so Kelly entered, closing the door behind.

The girls were partially undressed. Pam was in panties and a training bra, and Gabby was only in panties. The rest of their clothing was scattered around the room.

Kelly felt a twinge of panic. “Um, I didn’t really want anything special, I was j-just saying hi,” she blurted, reaching for the doorknob before making her escape.

Gabby stopped her. “Wait! You don’t need to go, Kel. I mean, we’re all girls, right?”

Pam added, “Um, yeah. We were wrestling and got warm, so we took some of our stuff off.”

Kelly’s face felt hot at the sight of the half-naked youngsters, and that familiar warmth was making itself felt between her legs. They’re little girls, she reminded herself. One of them is your sister. You shouldn’t be looking at them this way.

Pam and Gabby glanced at each other briefly, then Gabby took a few steps toward her big sister. “We aren’t really wrestling, y’know. We’re making out. Wanna watch?”

Gabby!” Pam gasped in a sudden panic. “You didn’t tell her anything, right?”

“It’s okay, Pam,” Kelly said before Gabby could form a reply. “I kinda made her tell me. It’s okay, though – I promised her I’d keep it secret.” Seating herself in the desk chair, she said, “I’ll leave if you want, but I’d love it if you let me watch. I won’t tell anyone… you won’t even know I’m here.”

Pam studied the older girl for a moment, then she smiled, drifting to Gabby’s side.

I’m not doing anything with them, Kelly told herself. Just watching, that’s all. Nothing wrong with that.

The girls kissed, their mouths lightly brushing together. Gabby teased Pam’s lips with the tip of her tongue, and suddenly they were both caught up in a passionate embrace, kissing like lovers.

Kelly watched the ten-year-olds make out, her heart hammering so intensely that it seemed to echo in the cozy bedroom. Breaking apart, they removed the last of their underthings, baring their smooth slits, then Pam padded over to the bed, stretching out with a happy sigh.

Kelly bit her lower lip at the sight of Pam’s vagina when the child parted her thighs. My gosh, she’s so pretty! She didn’t get to look for long, because Gabby got on top of her friend… and that gave Kelly a spectacular view of her sister’s holes. She was trembling inside, her panties already soaked.

I didn’t know it would be this hot, this sexy. Oh, God, they’re beautiful together. She was absently stroking her belly, her thighs. What would they do if I undressed and got on the bed with them?

The little girls continued to make love, Pam clutching Gabby’s bottom tightly as their bodies ground together. They were swapping deep, juicy kisses, humming with pleasure all the while.

Hearing a tiny gasp, the girls looked up, grinning with delight at what they saw. Kelly had undone her jeans and was masturbating, a hand shoved into her panties.

Gabby and Pam watched for a moment, shared a brief whispered conversation, then the girls quickly arranged themselves lengthwise at the foot of the bed, giving Kelly a full-on view of what they were about to do. Straddling Pam’s face, Gabby lowered her cunt to the ten-year-old’s already open mouth, then bent to bury her face between Pam’s spread thighs.

Kelly watched in a trance, teasing her clitoris as the younger girls kissed, licked and sucked each other’s juicy pussies. The liquid sounds of oral sex filled the air with lustful music, spurring her excitement even further.

Then she saw Pam place the tip of her index finger against the pucker of Gabby’s anus, rubbing it for a moment, then she slid the whole of that finger into her friend’s rectum with a single smooth stroke. Gabby cried out, the sound muffled by Pam’s sex, and a violent shudder convulsed her frame.

That was enough to drive Kelly to orgasm, her breath hissing through clenched teeth as sweet, sharp jolts of ecstasy hit her, one after another. She rode it out to a blinding finish, finally slumping down in the chair exhausted.

But Gabby and Pam were still caught up in their oral duet, and the sight was enough to get Kelly’s arousal simmering all over again. Once again, she began to masturbate, and soon managed to bring herself to a second climax as Pam and Gabby exploded in a shared orgasm.

The two youngsters lay together for a while, catching their breath. Finally, Gabby slowly rolled off Pam, then crawled into her friend’s arms.

Kelly watched the kiss, feeling uneasy. Did I really come that close to having sex with little girls? Including my own sister? That’s messed up. Getting to her feet, she quietly exited the room.

Pam raised her head when the door clicked shut. “What…? Where’d Kelly go? How come she didn’t stick around?”

“I don’t know,” sighed Gabby, still hugging her friend. “I was hopin’ she’d take her clothes off and play with us. Guess she’s still got some stuff to work out.”

***

That evening Kelly sat alone in the living room, thinking. Gabby’s sleeping over at Pam’s. Mom said she’s out with friends. But I wonder. It’s the last Saturday of the month… Gabby told me that’s when our families get together. Everyone but me over at Cheryl’s place, naked and doing lesbian sex.

Was my sister telling the truth? It’s hard to believe, but it kinda makes sense, too.

I really shouldn’t go over there to spy. Not unless I want to join in. And I don’t… right? So why do I need to know if it’s really happening? Why do I want to see it for myself? That throbbing sensation was pulsing between her legs again.

Fired with a sudden sense of resolve, Kelly got to her feet. She fetched her winter coat and boots from the closet, then headed out the back door into the icy evening. Her footsteps crunched through the frozen snowpack, and because it had drifted so high against the back fence, she vaulted over with next to no effort.

Looking into Cheryl’s driveway, Kelly wasn’t especially surprised to see her mom’s car parked there, but her eyes widened when she spied Aunt Jan’s sedan. Creeping to the back door, she found it locked, and the lights were turned off downstairs.

The key was under the doormat, just like it always was. Kelly unlocked the door, then put it back before slipping inside. She paused to take off her boots, then began to make her way through the house. It seemed almost empty, but then Kelly heard voices, laughter and moans coming from upstairs.

Kelly crept up the stairs in silence. Light fell upon the carpet in the dim hallway, coming from Ali’s bedroom. Getting down on hands and knees, she inched her way to the open door. Kelly felt much too warm in her winter coat, yet she was shivering.

She peeked through the half open door, then her mouth dropped open, a frantic poundpoundpound thumping in the preteen’s chest as she stared into the bedroom, both hands clamped over her mouth.

Kelly watched the goings-on for a couple of minutes, then hurriedly retraced her steps, hastening down the stairs and to the back door, where she squirmed into her boots and fled Cheryl’s house, racing back home as if a pack of wild dogs was pursuing her.

Upon entering, she struggled out of her boots and coat, abandoning them on the living room floor before racing up to her bedroom.

Not bothering to switch on the light, Kelly yanked her pants and panties down, then began to masturbate. She was slick and hot between her legs, and her cold fingers warmed quickly as she rolled onto her belly and worked her cunt with both hands, thinking of what she’d just seen.

Everyone was naked except Pam, who only wore a cute pair of pink socks. Alicia was on her back, with Gabby perched on her face. Kelly could actually see the teen’s tongue trailing through her little sister’s cleft. Ali’s thighs were wide apart, and Cheryl was on all fours between them, working two fingers in and out of her oldest daughter. Aunt Jan was kneeling behind Cheryl, licking her anus and fingering her clit. To the side, Kelly’s mother Linda was nestling little Pam in her arms while fondling her slit, the two of them sharing deep, hungry kisses.

As Kelly fingered herself, everything she’d seen, heard and smelled from that crowded bedroom came together to overwhelm her. She came moments later, a climax of such intensity that she nearly blacked out.

She lay for a longtime afterward thinking about things as she caught her breath and her senses slowly returned. Strange; she wasn’t nearly as disturbed as she’d expected to be. Stripping out of the rest of her clothes, she crawled beneath the blankets and fell into a deep sleep.

***

“Done!” Gabby cried triumphantly, slamming her math book closed. “I’m goin’ upstairs now. Later!” She stuffed the book, papers, calculator and pencils in her bag, then pushed the chair away from the dining table.

“Hey, do you have to go right now?” Kelly asked, thinking yet again about how cute and cuddly her little sister was.

“Yep!” Gabby’s reply with a smile as she headed toward the stairs, doing a frisky little dance on the way.

Laughing, Kelly grabbed the ten-year-old’s arm. “Hold on, hold on. Give me a hug!”

Gabby briefly hugged her sister, but Kelly held on, not wanting to let the little girl go. With a shrug, Gabby relaxed into Kelly’s embrace, where they remained for a long time.

Kelly finally spoke. “Um, Gabby? Did you really mean what you said?”

Gabby broke away, studying her big sister. “Wait… what did I say?”

Struggling with a sudden attack of shyness, Kelly said, “When we were talking about sex the other day – y’know, all the wild stuff I did with you guys when I had amnesia? You said if I ever wanted to try doing those things again, you’d do them with me. Did you mean that?”

Now Gabby was in no rush at all to leave. She’d been anxious to get upstairs and masturbate. Mom had privately told her she could, after she finished her homework. But this would be way better!

“Yeah, Kel,” Gabby said with a huge grin. “I totally meant it. What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I remember anything.”

“Let’s go to my room. We could hug and kiss… and anything you want, really. How’s that?” Taking Kelly’s hand, Gabby led her big sister up the stairs.

“Actually, I’d like to, um, try all of it,” Kelly said as they entered Gabby’s bedroom. She was blushing, but her voice was steady. “I… I want us to have sex, just like you and Pam did the other day. Is that okay?”

“You’re kidding, right? Of course it’s okay, dummy!” Gabby was practically bouncing up and down in her excitement. “Oh, wow… I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks!”

“You’ll be patent with me?”

Gabby nodded vigorously. “Sure! I’ll show you everything.” She patted the bed. “Okay, lay down. It’ll be easier that way, ‘cause you’re taller.”

Kelly kicked off her sneakers and Gabby her slippers, then they stretched out side by side. Kelly was on her back, and Gabby was propped up on an elbow, smiling at her big sister.

“Um, that was really cool, seeing you and Pam naked and making love. Thanks for letting me watch,” Kelly said, too nervous to look anywhere but at the ceiling. She wanted this, but a hint of fear lingered.

“We liked having you watch… and seeing you play with yourself was cool, too. I only wish you’d been naked, like us.”

“Why?”

“Cause I think you’re soooo hot, that’s why. And I haven’t seen you naked in ages.”

Kelly turned to her little sister. “Kiss me, please?”

Gabby leaned in close to lightly touch her lips to Kelly’s, kissing her once, twice, three times. She allowed the third one to linger, their mouths brushing together.

Her heart pounding, Kelly twined both arms around Gabby, drawing the girl close as their kiss deepened. She’d never been kissed this way before, and it was so, so amazing!

Then Gabby’s tongue emerged, tracing a line of fire along Kelly’s lower lip. The effect was immediate, overwhelming the teen with a jolt of helpless desire. Bringing her own tongue into play, she met and matched her little sister’s passion.

Rolling Kelly onto her back, Gabby climbed on top, sliding between her big sister’s legs. Their kisses were heated and hungry, their bodies moving together in an erratic rhythm. Kelly moaned into her little sister’s mouth as Gabby ground a thigh against her vulva.

But she didn’t want to come just yet, and Gabby’s thrusts were driving Kelly ever closer to the cliff’s edge. So she pushed back against her sister, panting, “Um, g-give me a second, okay?”

Somewhat out of breath herself, Gabby nodded. “Yeah, let’s… let’s cool our jets for a bit.”

They lay loosely entwined for a moment, then Gabby sat up. Carefully straddling her big sister’s lap, she gave Kelly a bad-girl grin, “Wanna see me naked?”

“Yeah, sure!” Kelly replied, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks.

Reaching down for the hem of her t-shirt, Gabby stripped it off with a single tug and tossed it aside, which left the ten-year-old bare from the waist up.

“Wow, you have such pretty nipples,” Kelly murmured. “They look just like candy. Would you let me lick them?”

“You better lick ‘em!” Gabby retorted. “I’ll be mad if you don’t. You gotta wait, though… I still have too many clothes on!” Falling back onto the bed with a bounce, the little girl wriggled out of her shorts, taking the panties along with them.

Kelly watched, a deep throb pulsing beneath her belly at the sight of her sister’s childish body.  And once Gabby was completely nude, she got back on top of Kelly and gave her another deep, hungry kiss.

Breaking away, Gabby gazed into Kelly’s eyes, their noses almost touching, “Are you gonna get naked now? I mean, you don’t have to, I wouldn’t be mad… but I’d sure love to see you with all your clothes off. It’s been, like, forever!”

“Like this?” cooed Kelly, slowly unfastening a button.

“Here… let me do it!” Gabby demanded, and began yanking at Kelly’s clothes as if she intended to rip them off, making them both laugh. They came together in a brief but lust-filled kiss, then Gabby began to undress her big sister. Soon Kelly was nude, and the girls embraced.

“I love you, Gabby,” Kelly whispered, cupping the ten-year-old’s bare bottom.

Gabby’s eyes were misty, as if she was about to cry. “I… I love you too,” she said. “I’ve missed this so much, Kel. I mean, it’s been great, doing sexy stuff with Pam and Cheryl, Aunt Jan, Mom… but I’d rather be with you than anyone else.” She paused, nibbling her lip, then said, “Kelly? Do – do you think maybe we could be special girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends?” Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Gabby replied with a quick nod. “I mean, I love you ‘cos you’re my sister… but I kinda think I’m in love with you, too. Is it messed up for me to feel like that?”

“No… no, it isn’t,” said Kelly, gazing into her little sister’s eyes. She’s so beautiful… so adorable. How could I ever have thought of her as just a pesky kid?

“Gabby,” she began, “I don’t know much about this kind of love… but yeah, I think I could be in love with you. I know that you’re a heck of a lot more to me than just a sister. And if you really want us to be special girlfriends, I’d totally be down with that.”

Soon as the words had left Kelly’s lips, Gabby threw both arms around her big sister’s neck, whispering, “Thank you, Kel… thank you, thank you! I’m gonna be the best girlfriend ever, you’ll see!”

Kelly had to laugh at the ten-year-old’s enthusiasm. “Hey, you’re already pretty great, kiddo.”

“Kiss me,” Gabby murmured, closing her eyes.

They made out for a long while, with Kelly exploring the many ways two girls can kiss. Gabby seemed to know them all, too. It’s so weird, Kelly told herself. I’ve probably had every kind of lesbian sex there is, but this is still my first time.

Gabby interrupted this train of thought by abruptly breaking away. “If we’re really girlfriends,” she declared, “then we need to fuck. You wanted to do everything, right?”

Nervously moistening her lips, Kelly slowly nodded. “Yes. Let’s… let’s do this.”

“Y’know,” Gabby said, narrowing her eyes. “There’s one big difference between you and the other Kelly. You never say swear words.”

Kelly felt herself blush. “Well… you didn’t used to, either.”

“Yeah, but now I’m a little sexpot. That’s what Mom calls me sometimes, ‘specially while I’m eating her pussy.” Lightly kissing her sister’s ear, she whispered, “Tell me to fuck you, Kel. Say you want me to lick your cunt.”

By then, Kelly was trembling inside, aching for release. “I do, Gabby, I do! I… I want you to f-fuck me, and lick my cunt. I’ll lick yours, too.” She paused to steal a brief but extremely heated kiss. “Oh, God, you make me so fucking hot, Gabs. Ever since I saw you with Pam I wanted to do this, fuck my little sister. And now it’s about to happen.”

“Good,” Gabby replied. “‘Cause I can’t wait any more!” Scooting down between her big sister’s thighs, she applied her tongue to Kelly’s cleft, taking several long licks. Then she looked up. “Oh, wow, Kel – you’re starting to get hair down here! It’s really light, but… there it is!”

“Th-there it is, yeah,” Kelly gasped. “Don’t stop, sis. That felt amazing.”

Winking at her sister, Gabby got back to work. She tongue-fucked Kelly for a little while, then licked the opening up and down, finally moving in on the older girl’s inflamed clitoris.

“Oh, yes,” Kelly moaned, clutching at the sheets as if for dear life. “Oh, my God, Gabby… so good. It’s so fucking good.” She could have basked in this delicious feeling forever. Instead, Kelly only managed to last for all of two minutes before coming all over her sister’s face, mostly in Gabby’s mouth.

Rolling onto her back, Gabby licked her lips, purring contentedly as she savored the sharp, tangy taste of Kelly’s cream. “I forgot how yummy you are,” she said.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing Kelly saw was her little sister’s bare slit. It was close enough to reach out and touch, so she did exactly that.

“Mmmmm, nice,” Gabby sighed. “You can do that all night long, if you want.”

Kelly was mesmerized by it. Stroking the soft pink crease, she coated the tips of her fingers with the little girl’s essence. She studied it, sniffed it, then tasted it.

“What’cha think?” asked Gabby.

Kelly smiled. “I think I want more.”

Gently rolling Gabby onto her back, Kelly stretched out between the ten-year-old’s legs and placed a few feather-light kisses on her sister’s privates. Her cunt, she thought, correcting herself. That’s what I should be calling it.

Parting her lips, Kelly began to lick her sister.

A few minutes later, Gabby whimpered as she came. It was the first of four orgasms she would enjoy that evening.

***

After that night, Kelly enjoyed sex play with her little sister every chance she got. Gabby was usually the one to start it, but sometimes Kelly would shyly make the first move. Soon, Gabby suggested they invite Pam to join in, and Kelly eagerly agreed. One afternoon while their mother was shopping, Pam came over to join the sisters for a threesome.

It was an amazing experience. It thrilled Kelly to know that both these younger girls wanted sex with her, especially at the same time. She felt more confident as a lover, and soon found herself thinking about joining the big sex party, the one where her family and Cheryl’s got together on the last Saturday of the month for an evening of lovemaking.

One afternoon, Kelly was nestling with Gabby in her bed, both of them naked and relaxed after a vigorous workout. Turning to her sister, she asked, “Do you think Mom wants to have sex with me again?”

“What, are you kidding?” an incredulous Gabby replied. “Of course she does, dummy! So does Aunt Jan, and – well, Cheryl and Ali, too. Every time we have our Saturday party, we always talk about how much we miss having you there.”

“Do you think I should come to one?”

Gabby pursed her lips. “Well, I do kinda like having you mostly all to myself… but yeah, you need to be a part of things again. Long as you and I still get to be special girlfriends. I don’t ever wanna give that up!”

“Fair enough,” Kelly said, giggling “Maybe I should just… show up at the next party!”

“Hmm… are you ready, d’you think?”

Kelly mulled that over. “For all of us doing it together? Um, I’m not sure. Maybe… not just yet?”

“Know what you oughta do? Make love with Mom first, then do the party.”

“I think I would like to – to be with her,” Kelly admitted, blushing slightly.

“Cool!” Gabby exclaimed. “Want me to, y’know, talk to her about it?”

“No… thanks anyway, sis. I need to do this myself.”

“Don’t worry, Kel. If you ask Mom to fuck, there’s no way she’ll be saying no.” She nuzzled her sister’s neck. “Mmmm… all this sexy talk has me fired up. Wanna fool around some more?”

Kelly grinned. “If you ask me to fuck, there’s no way I’ll be saying no.” She rolled onto her back, taking Gabby with her. The sisters met in a passionate kiss.

***

The following day, intending to make herself scarce, Gabby made plans to spend the afternoon with Pam. So she was out of the house when Kelly approached her mother.

Linda was in her bedroom, seated at the computer, She was barefoot, wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt without a bra.  Pausing just inside the door, Kelly watched her for a moment.

“What’s up, hon?” murmured Linda.

Her heart racing, Kelly spoke, “Mom, why don’t you love me the same way you love Gabby?”

Linda froze, immediately knowing what Kelly meant. Turning around in her chair, she met her daughter’s bashful gaze. “Do you really want that?”

Kelly slowly nodded. “I do, Mom. More than anything.”

Rising from her chair, Linda stood before her daughter. She studied the girl’s face, her pulse accelerating as she recognized Kelly’s shy desire. Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her t-shirt, then tugged it up and off.

Kelly stared at her mother, feeling excited, frightened and very, very aroused as Linda pushed her gray sweatpants down to her ankles, accompanied by a pair of sexy red panties. Stepping out, now completely nude, Linda presented herself to the awed twelve-year-old.

“You’re s-so beautiful, Mom,” Kelly whispered, absently stroking her chest.

Linda smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, too… and I’m sure you’re even lovelier under those clothes. Will you let me see…?”

Kelly’s nerves were jangling, but the die had been cast. She wouldn’t back down now.

Her fingers were clumsy as she removed her t-shirt. It was more of a struggle to wriggle out of her snug jeans, and she had to sit down on Mom’s bed to finish the job. That left her panties… and though Kelly was feeling acutely self-conscious, she forced herself to slip them off, then stand before Linda, trying not to give into a helpless impulse to cover herself.

Linda’s heart throbbed at the sight of her naked little girl, so exquisitely poised at the cusp of womanhood. By then, she’d seen Kelly out of her clothes many times… but that was the other, bolder Kelly. Reaching out, she grasped Kelly’s hand; brought it to her lips. “Darling,” she said, “there’s no need for you to be shy. You are exquisite.” She moved closer. “Can I kiss you?”

With those four words, the girl’s fear seemed to evaporate like morning mist. With an adoring smile, she said, “I’d like that, Mom.”

Drawing her daughter into a loving embrace, Linda allowed their bare bodies to nestle together for a long while before pressing her lips into Kelly’s sweet-smelling hair.

When Kelly tilted her head back, her eyes closed, Linda bent to lightly touch the twelve-year-old’s mouth with hers. Then she kissed the girl again. Again. Once more.

By then, Kelly was returning her mother’s kisses… and when she allowed her lips to part, Linda was unable to stop herself from sliding the tip of her tongue into her daughter’s mouth.

She wasn’t sure how Kelly would respond, so Linda silently rejoiced when the girl’s tongue essayed forth to meet hers.

The kiss was tender, but passionate. When they finally parted, Linda murmured, “Why don’t we get into bed?”

Slipping beneath the cool sheets, Kelly and Linda paused for a moment to relax in each other’s arms. After a few minutes, they kissed again, then the new lovers began to explore.

They took their time with it. Kelly was still feeling timid, not quite sure of herself, but Linda took things slowly, gradually putting her daughter at ease. Soon, their kisses grew more heated and sensual.

They didn’t go very far that first time. Linda fondled her daughter’s budding chest and placed a single kiss upon each nipple, then offered up her own breasts for Kelly to touch. At one point, Linda reached down to briefly cup her child’s lightly-downed vulva.

Afterwards, when they were getting dressed, Kelly said, “Mom? That was really nice… but next time, I want to do everything with you, okay?”

Giving her daughter one last kiss, Linda nodded. “We will, sweetheart. I promise.”

The next night, Kelly shared Linda’s bed, this time until morning. Before dawn had broken, mother and daughter had become lovers.

***

When Linda and Kelly came down for breakfast, Gabby was already there, making blueberry pancakes for everyone. She took one look at their faces and whooped, breaking into a little dance. “About time!” she cheered. “So… if you guys fuck again tonight, can I join in?”

Linda rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you aren’t using words like ‘fuck’, where other grownups can hear you. If I get a phone call from one of your teachers, young lady…” Then she laughed. “Sure, baby girl. Why don’t you two come right home from school, and we’ll have a little sex party.”

From that point, the three of them made love nearly every day. Kelly quickly proved herself to be an instinctively skilled sex partner who cared even more about a lover’s pleasure than her own. Gabby was the adventurous one, always ready to learn and try new things.

Some days, Linda found herself a bit low on energy. That wasn’t much of a surprise, seeing as Kelly and Gabby were nearly always in the mood to join her for a romp in the sheets. Still, she never passed up an opportunity to share pleasure with the girls. Just watching her daughters swap kisses was enough to rouse Linda’s libido.

A week after Kelly’s first time with her mother, she announced, “I want to go to the next Saturday party.”

“Are you sure?” Linda asked.

“Totally sure,” Kelly said. “Can we make it a surprise?”

“Yeah, let’s!” Gabby exclaimed.

So three nights later, Linda and Gabby entered Cheryl’s home with a smiling Kelly in tow. Everyone was in attendance: their neighbor Cheryl, her daughters Ali and Pam, and Aunt Jan, all of them delighted to have Kelly complete their group at long last. These Saturday nights would never have taken place without her, after all!

“We’ve missed you so much!” Ali said. She was first to hug Kelly, but the others were close by, awaiting their turn.

There was a certain routine to their Saturday get-togethers: a light supper, then everyone gathered in the family room to chat. Soon a kiss might be exchanged, a leg touched, a breast caressed. One of the girls would stand and begin to undress, then they were all removing their clothes.

When everyone was naked, Cheryl padded over to where Kelly stood to kiss her. And just like that, the sex party was underway.

Kelly was shy, but enthusiastic. She was thrilled at the opportunity to fuck Cheryl, who she’d crushed on even before deciding she was gay. Even better, Ali joined them, making their duo a threesome.

It was incredible. Her new lovers weren’t as sweet and tender as Linda or Gabby, but they made up for it with an unbridled intensity that left Kelly a hot mess, recovering from at least three orgasms.

Now it was Kelly’s turn. She went down on Cheryl, then Ali, using her mouth to bring mother, then daughter to climax. Cheryl was ready for more right away, so she mounted Kelly, and the two of them ground their cunts together until they came yet again.

Kelly loved it all, except she didn’t get a chance to do much of anything with her Aunt Jan. Luckily, she was able to make up for that a week later, when Jan dropped by to enjoy a foursome with her sister and nieces.

Later that evening, Gabby dozed peacefully next to Aunt Jan after all their sexual energy had been well and truly spent. Kelly nestled contentedly between the two women, who shared a long, languid kiss before sinking back into the lust-warmed sheets.

Turning to her oldest daughter, Linda smiled at the adorable twelve-year-old. “Are you happy about this, Kelly? Being lovers with your family and friends.”

Linda and Jan shared a concerned look when Kelly softly replied, “Si, Madre. Muy bien.”

The End

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 24

  • Posted on November 26, 2024 at 6:23 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, and gets flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 11th, 2007

My parents have got things worked out so they can swap me back and forth without ever having to see each other. That’s just as well, cause if they did meet face to face things would probably get ugly. It’s Sunday night, and if I wasn’t at Julie’s house, I’d be at Home One (Dad’s place). Tomorrow afternoon when school lets out, I go to Home Two (Mom’s place). I’ll stay there all week, and next Monday I’ll take the bus to Home One after school.

I honestly don’t know what they’d do if I wasn’t old enough to take care of myself. When I’m at Home Two, I get there just a smidge after three on school days, and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays Mom doesn’t get home from school till four thirty or so. Some days I go to Julie’s house, but if I have a lot of homework or whatever I go straight home.

Dad is well… Dad. He’s kind of old school; men make money, women take care of kids. Now that there isn’t a woman in the house, I’m his job for a whole week, and there’s no how-to manual telling him what he’s supposed to do.

He’s trying; I’ll give him that. After school he’ll ask how my day went and talk a little about his, then we’ll eat dinner together, but more often than not he’ll spend the rest of the evening either in his shop or his office. He says he has work to get done, but I think it’s mostly because he feels the awkwardness as intensely as I do.

I overheard Dad on the phone with a lawyer a couple of days ago, so I know Mom’s filed for divorce. It could get really messy because Minnesota’s what they call a community property state. I had to look that up, but it just means that Mom owns half of their combined assets. The reason it’s a problem is there’s a very big combined asset, and one that existed before Dad married Mom: the farm.

From what I could hear, just the land is worth four or five million dollars, and the machinery probably close to two million. Maybe more than that if you include the tanks and equipment for drying and storing grain. Those numbers flattened me. It’s strange to think our family is worth so much when money has always been such a struggle.

The big question is whether Mom and her lawyer are going to push for half of what the farm is worth, and I get the idea that Dad and his lawyer don’t have any answers yet. What they do seem sure of is that if Mom asks for it, the judge is probably going to give it to her, and the only way Dad will be able to raise that kind of money is to sell the place.

I have to tell you, dear diary, that I’m not crazy about the idea. In fact, FUCK that idea. I’ve spent my entire life on this farm, and even if I won’t be living here full-time anymore, I don’t  want to see it sold out of the family. It’s a messy situation, and I guess I don’t know what the right answer is.

Okay, subject change. Nettie went back to school on Monday. She doesn’t know anyone, of course, but all the kids know who she is and why she’s there. They know, because their parents know. I think everyone’s treating her like a raw egg that’ll crack and splatter all over if you drop her or squeeze her too hard. Julie and I are a grade ahead of her, but our lunch hour and recess periods (in the gym right now because it’s so cold) are the same as hers, so we try to hang around her a bit so she doesn’t feel alone. Cindy and Emma are right there with us, and I love them even more for it.

But Nettie doesn’t really want to do anything. She eats everything on her tray but doesn’t really talk at lunch, and then in the gym she mostly just wants to sit. Eventually we end up going off and doing our thing, making sure she knows the invitation is open for her to join in.

It’s frustrating. Julie says it’s about the same at home, that Nettie is still waking up screaming. This is the first time I’ve been to Julie’s house this week; it’s much harder to visit her when I’m at Home One.

Something occurred to me today: this is the last year I’m going to have a recess period! If I was in a bigger town with a separate elementary school, I probably wouldn’t even have one this year. It’s funny. Sometimes I’m in a huge rush to grow up, but other times I want to hang on to the kid stuff I love. Some things you don’t get to keep, though.

God, I’m just going from one depressing topic to the next today, huh? Julie would be way better at this, I think. She’s really good at finding the bright side of everything, and sometimes I wonder what she sees in a gloomy girl like me.

Fortunately, everything else I want to write about is more cheerful. First, Jason started paramedic school this week. It’s through a certificate program out of Fargo, but they’re running something called a satellite in Wadena, which is also where Mom goes to school. The classes are in the evenings, six to ten on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Once he’s been in school for a few months there’ll be something called clinicals, which means Jason will be spending time in hospitals and on ambulances, learning to do stuff hands-on. Apparently that’ll be even more time-consuming than the classes.

Once again, I’m getting my information from Julie, cause I’m seeing next to nothing of Jason these days. She says her dad is totally excited, and when he isn’t in class, he’s spending most of his time buried in his textbooks. I feel like maybe Jason and my mom should hang out; they can talk for hours about their classes, get exalted together, and leave the rest of us out of it. I know, that sounds kinda mean, but when my mom starts droning on about how awesome IT school is, Grandma and I just kinda roll our eyes and shut down. It sounds like Jason is acting the same way right now. I guess it’s probably a good thing that he is. I think that kind of enthusiasm is what carries you through when it gets hard, even if it annoys the people around you.

We rehearsed without Jason on Thursday night, and it went well. Jamie acts as our musical director when he’s not there, and she’s getting really good at it. She and I were prepared to wow everyone by mastering five new songs in a week, but it turns out everyone else did too! Not only did we rehearse all five songs to everyone’s satisfaction, we ended up sticking around for an extra forty-five minutes, just hanging out and jamming.

Julie even joined in the jam session! Jason has two guitar amps and a spare guitar down at the rehearsal space, so Julie just plugged in and started playing. Honestly, she’s not that good, but she plays decent rhythm and doesn’t mind just backing us up while Jamie and I take turns “wailing” (that’s Jamie’s term for improvising solos). Before we left, Roger suggested that we try writing another song next week, and we all thought that sounded like a great idea.

Yesterday was my birthday, AND the day of the Tri State Student Arts Exhibit in Minneapolis. Which was kind of a conflict, since I had artwork being judged at the competition. True to form, Mom and Dad worked it out so they wouldn’t have to spend time together. The idea was that Dad would take me down to Minneapolis for the exhibit, then take me birthday shopping. Next weekend, Mom will throw a big birthday party with my friends at Grandma’s house.

I want to make the party next weekend a sleepover, but Mom’s apartment isn’t really a great place for that, and Grandma didn’t offer. Lisa caught wind of the problem and told me that ordinarily they’d be happy to have me and my friends, but with Nettie’s night terrors she doesn’t think it’s such a hot idea. At the moment, the sleepover situation is… big capital letters… UNRESOLVED. Most likely, it just won’t work. Not the end of the world, I suppose.

My trip to Minneapolis with Dad didn’t work out, either. Friday morning Dad was hacking and sneezing, and by nightfall he was throwing up. There’s been a nasty flu bug going around, so I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Mom wasn’t available to take me; she and a couple of her classmates were going on a weekend trip to Fargo and had already left. I’m glad she’s making friends, but talk about crappy timing!

It was around eight on Friday evening, and I’d just about resigned myself to missing the exhibit, when salvation came by way of a phone call.

“Hi, Mallory,” said Jason’s voice. “Your art exhibit is in the Twin Cities tomorrow, true or false?”

“True,” I said listlessly. Right then I realized how bummed I was to be stuck at home on my birthday.

“Well, it so happens I’m taking Julie down for a visit with her mom. We’ll be done at three, and I was thinking we’d swing over to the exhibit after that. I was wondering if I could talk to your dad about a good time for us to meet up.”

Suddenly I burst into tears.

“Hey, kiddo.” Jason sounded alarmed. “What’s going on?”

“Dad’s got the flu,” I got out through the tears. “He can’t take me. And Mom’s out of town… she doesn’t even know he’s sick.”

“Okay,” said Jason. “Okay. Calm down, Mallory. Is there any way I can talk to your dad without him having to get up?”

I carried the cordless down the hall, knocked on Dad’s door and gave him the phone. He took it and waved me out of the room. I stood in the hallway, fidgeting. I could hear Dad’s voice from the bedroom, but couldn’t make out any words. I had a pretty good idea what Jason had in mind, but wasn’t sure what my dad was going to say. Finally he called me back in. He had his hand over the phone’s receiver.

“Mr. Hanson just offered to take you with him to Minneapolis, so you could go to your exhibit,” he informed me, his voice hoarse and thready. “I told him I was okay with it. He’s doing you a big favor, so make sure you’re polite and grateful. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. Then a thought struck me. “What about you? Will you be okay here alone?”

He smiled weakly. “That’s thoughtful of you, but there’s not much you could do for me. There’s canned soup I can heat up… I’ll be fine.”

On impulse, I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I love you, Daddy,” I said, meaning it.

“Go on,” he said. “Mr. Hanson is waiting on the other end to talk to you about the details.”

“I’m here, Jason,” I said as I made my way back to the living room.

“We’ll be leaving early,” he said. “Probably we’ll pick you up around eight. Can you be ready to go?”

“Definitely,” I said. “I’ll get my stuff together tonight, and set up something for Dad to eat while I’m at it. Jason… thank you.”

“No strain, kid,” he said. “We’re going in that direction anyway.”

***

I guess I know Lisa and Jason well enough that the way things went down shouldn’t have come as a surprise. I got up at 6:30 yesterday morning, showered, got dressed in a nice pair of jeans and my favorite blouse (I considered a dress, but the thermometer on the wall informed me that it was thirty degrees below zero), and ate breakfast.

Time to get Dad sorted out. Rummaging through the cupboards, I selected a few different cans of Campbell’s soup. Then, in a burst of inspiration, I unplugged the microwave and wiggled it to the edge of the counter.

I almost dropped it; that thing is heavier than it looks! I lugged it down the hallway to Dad’s bedroom, then realized that I’m an idiot. It took both arms to carry the microwave, and the bedroom door was closed. I had to put it on the floor, standing on end. I knocked.

“Yeah?” came Dad’s voice, sounding a bit muffled.

“I’m coming in,” I informed him. Without waiting for a reply, I popped the door open, picked up the microwave, and staggered into the room.

Dad raised his head. “Mallory… what’re you doing?”

I cast my eyes frantically around the room, looking for a convenient flat surface and kicking myself for not doing that before I picked the microwave back up. Mallory the Great Genius strikes again. The nightstand on what used to be Mom’s side was empty, so I rounded the bed and set the microwave on it with a big heave-ho.

“Mallory… ?” said Dad.

“I didn’t want you to have to go all the way to the kitchen for food,” I explained as I hunted around for a wall outlet and got the microwave plugged in.

His head dropped back to the pillow. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “I’ll be back.”

I gathered up the soup cans I’d selected, added a can opener, a spoon, and a couple of bowls, and managed to get the whole works back to the bedroom without dropping anything. This time I’d remembered to leave the door open; I’m not a COMPLETE idiot.

It dawned on me that you usually have to add water to canned soup… and Dad was going to need some to drink, of course. So I went back to the kitchen, filled a pitcher and brought that back to the bedroom, along with a glass.

“You know, I’m going to have to get up once in awhile to use the bathroom, anyway,” Dad said.

“Yeah,” I said, “but this way you can come straight back to bed.”

He gave me a weary smile. “Thanks, honey.” I hugged him, then headed out to the living room to practice my Chopin while I waited.

The knock at the door came just a couple of minutes before eight, and there on the front porch stood what Jason likes to call the Whole Fam Damnly. Lisa looked radiant, wearing a long magenta skirt beneath a stylish winter coat. Julie was bundled up like an Eskimo, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Nettie was bundled up too, but staring at the ground, pale and silent as usual. Jason was grinning ear-to-ear, holding a crock pot with steam rising from around the edges of the lid.

“Happy birthday!” Lisa and Julie chorused.

I blinked in surprise, then waved them inside. “Come in, it’s cold,” I said. I didn’t bother asking what they were all doing here; I’d already put the pieces together.

“Lisa made soup for your dad,” said Jason as they tromped into the front hallway. “Where should I leave it?”

Mentally I was rolling my eyes. If I’d been using my brain, I’d have known Jason and Lisa would do something nice like that and saved myself the trouble of lugging all that stuff into Dad’s room. It’s just how they roll. I led Jason down the hall to Dad’s room and knocked, then opened the door.

Jason looked around the room, taking in the microwave, the canned soup, and the utensils at a glance. He grinned sheepishly. “Hi, Dan,” he said. “Lisa made you some soup. But it looks like you thought ahead.”

“No, Mallory did all this,” Dad replied, his voice still sounding weak. “I was just planning to go to the kitchen if I needed anything.”

“It’s okay, Jason,” I told him. “Lisa’s soup will be way better than the canned stuff, anyway.”

We got things situated, and Jason, bless him, carried the microwave back to the kitchen. Then we got moving. Nettie, Julie, and I were a tight fit in the back seat of Lisa’s Honda, but we made it work. Nettie thought she’d have to sit in the middle because she’s the youngest, but I insisted she take the door seat because I’m shorter than she is. It might or might not have had something to do with wanting an excuse to snuggle up with Julie, who I’d barely seen outside of school all week. And we might or might not have done a little fooling around under Julie’s coat, which was spread across our laps.

It was a terrific day. We dropped Julie off at the visitation center, then drove over to the art exhibit. It was in a big convention center and took up three large rooms. Jason had planned to do a little shopping while Julie was visiting her mom, so Lisa, Nettie, and I wandered the exhibit, looking over everything. Some of it was beautiful, some of it was awful, some of it I just plain didn’t get. Abstract art doesn’t do anything for me. I had to do some of it for my AL art class, and I even hated my own work.

We finally found my tree mushroom drawings. Lisa spent a long time looking at them; she’d seen my drafts, but not the finished product.

“This is gorgeous, Mallory,” she said. “It’s tragic and hopeful all at the same time. I love it.”

“It’s nice,” said Nettie, startling us both. She’d barely spoken all morning.

I grinned at her. “Thanks, Nettie!” She gave me a small, hesitant smile.

For lunch, we got hot dogs at one of the vendors’ stands. Jason showed up just in time for the judging, which took place at two. Well, actually the judging had already happened… they handed out awards at two.

Guess what? My art was judged Superior, which was the highest award! Only five of us, out of over six hundred contestants, got a Superior. The other four were in high school. Happy birthday to me!!

Jason left again, this time to pick Julie up. I had to stick around because they were tearing down at three, and I wanted to take my project home with me instead of waiting for it to be returned. By the time he got back to the convention center with Julie I had my mushrooms safely boxed, my award plaque tucked in with them.

“What kind of food appeals to you, Mallory?” Jason asked as we stuffed ourselves back into the car.

“Huh?” I said.

“It’s your birthday dinner. What do you want to eat?”

After giving it some thought, I decided on Chinese. Now, you have to understand: the only Chinese I’ve ever eaten is the China buffet in Alexandria. I was totally unprepared for the classy place Lisa guided us to. There they served your food in a bowl, and put an empty plate in front of you. There were heaping bowls of rice in the center of the table, and the idea is that you spoon rice onto your plate, and then put some of your food on the rice. We all ordered something different, and everyone tried a little of everything.

There was also a sushi bar. Julie was clearly an old hand with sushi and served herself up a big plate of it. I didn’t want anything to do with it at first, but she put her never-ending enthusiasm to work on me and got me to try a bite of her raw fish. Then I went and got myself a plate. I think I just discovered a new favorite food!

It was approaching nine when we pulled into the driveway at Home One. “Stay put for a minute, Mallory,” said Jason. He got out, rounded the car, and opened the trunk. He returned a moment later with a box, which he handed over the back of the seat to me. It was heavy, and had a picture of a thin black object with big switches on the front.

“I didn’t wrap it,” he said, “but happy birthday anyway. It’s a midi foot controller for your keyboard. Now you can switch patches without taking your hands off the keys.”

I was blown away. “Oh, Jason, thank you!”

“I have something for you, too,” said Julie, “but I’ll give it to you next time you’re at my house.”

Julie and Jason came in with me. Julie and I shared a brief but very passionate kiss in the entryway while Jason went to collect the crock pot from Dad’s room. After they left, I checked in on Dad myself. He seemed to be doing better, and said he thought he’d be okay after a good night’s sleep. I got myself up to my room with my gift and my art project.

I’m sorry Dad got sick, but all the same, I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday. I only wished I could cap it off by making love to Julie! So I did the next best thing; masturbated to an orgasm while thinking about her. Contented as could be, I drifted off to sleep.

***

Dad seemed to be feeling all right this morning. He gave me my birthday gift, a large articulated doll. It confirms what I already suspected; in his mind I’m still stuck at age eight, and probably will be until my boobs are more noticeable. But hey, at least he’s trying.

Just before we left for church, I got a phone call from Jamie. “Hey, little sister,” she said. “Are you gonna be in town for church this morning?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Wanna jam afterwards? Bring Julie, if she wants to come.”

I thought fast. Dad would probably want to come home right after church, but maybe I could persuade him to leave me at Jamie’s place. Then I had another thought.

“Are we just talking about jamming,” I asked, “or did you have more in mind?”

“Not today,” she said. “I have my you-know. Otherwise, I’d be into it.”

“I’m not sure yet I can come over,” I replied, “but if it works out, would you mind if I bring someone who might be real interested in your record collection?”

“That’d be great, little sister. I’m not going anywhere today, so just show up if you want, okay?”

“Sounds good!”

I hung up the phone just as Dad was emerging from his office. “Hey, Dad,” I said. “Were you planning on coming straight home after church?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, Jamie from the band wanted to get together and work on some stuff. Is there any way we can make it work?”

I was a little nervous about his reply; I know Dad isn’t crazy about me being in a rock band. But he just shrugged. “We’ll get it figured out.” Like I said, he is trying.

A quick phone conversation with the Hansons solved it. Julie wanted to come along, even though we wouldn’t be doing anything but play music. When I suggested we invite Nettie to join us, she agreed right away.

“She’ll be there if I have to drag her by the big toe,” Julie proclaimed.

The plan we devised was that Dad would drive me to Jamie’s house after church, stopping on the way to pick up Julie and Nettie. I’d just go back to Julie’s when we were done, spend the night, and go to school from there. Dad offered to come back to town for me, but Lisa insisted on picking us up herself. “It’s the least I can do, Mallory,” she said. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting Nettie along.”

***

Jamie was all smiles when she greeted us at the door. She hugged Julie and me, then turned her attention to Nettie who, as usual, was trying to memorize the contours of her shoes.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, little sister,” said Jamie. “Can I hug you?” Nettie hesitated a moment, then raised her arms and allowed herself to be hugged. She perked up a little when she got a look at the pull-down ladder that leads to Jamie’s room.

“Whoa,” she said. “That’s wicked.”

We plugged in and cranked up. Jamie had recorded backing tracks for the songs we’re doing for the band, and we blasted through all of them. Julie followed along on rhythm guitar, not always well, but she was clearly having fun. Nettie sat in the old overstuffed chair with her legs curled up, watching us intently the whole time.

After practicing the band stuff we spent time playing around with riffs and progressions for the song we’re going to write in rehearsal on Thursday. Jamie recorded what we thought were the best ideas, so we could present them to the band. The best thing was a chunky, syncopated descending riff Jamie came up with, that I put a high keyboard melody on top of. Neither the guitar or keyboard part is anything special by itself, but put together they scorch! I bet we’ll end up using that one. Jamie programmed a drum and bass part on her drum machine, and it came out sounding really heavy, just what Jamie likes. I couldn’t help but notice Nettie leaning forward in the chair while we were doing that part.

Finally we put the instruments down, and Jamie turned to Nettie. “Little sister, I hear you’ve taken an interest in the heavy stuff.”

Nettie shrugged. “I like it, I guess.”

Jamie crossed to her turntable, opened the transparent lid, and lifted whatever she’d been listening to before we got there from the spindle.

“Whoa,” said Nettie, sliding out of her chair and coming over to join Jamie. “That’s, like, a real record, huh?”

Jamie grinned. “Sure is!” She slipped it back into its paper sleeve, then slid that into the cardboard jacket. The artwork on the cover caught my eye; a man with wild hair and too-big hands dressed like a space pirate, against a space background. I could see from where I was sitting that the art was in relief.

Jamie must have caught me looking, because she held it up for closer inspection. “I bought this when I went to the Twin Cities with my brother last weekend,” she said. “The first Captain Beyond album. This is a first pressing from 1971; super-rare! Even if it didn’t have a pressing date on it, you could tell from the 3D art. The vinyl’s in great shape, too. It’s a killer record… I’ll play it for you sometime. But I think Nettie came here to get into something a little heavier.”

She turned her attention to the shelf full of records and examined the contents, her fingers tracing the backs of the cardboard jackets. Then she looked to Nettie, still standing at her side. “Mal told me you dug ‘Dehumanizer.’ Do you want to listen to another Black Sabbath album, or try something different?”

Nettie cocked her head. “Something different.”

Jamie went down a shelf, pulled out an album, slid the inner sleeve out and gently shook the vinyl free. Nettie reached out for the album jacket, and Jamie handed it to her with a smile. From where I sat, I saw this hideous skinned man holding a gun, set against the backdrop of a grim city street. It looked seriously intense. “I bet you’ll like this,” said Jamie. “The band is called Iron Maiden, and the album is ‘Somewhere in Time’.”

Nettie looked on with rapt interest as Jamie placed the record on the turntable, wiped it with a soft cloth, and carefully placed the needle in the groove. She turned the music up pretty loud, pulled the shades, and killed the overhead lights.

It was totally surreal, listening to that pounding yet surprisingly melodic record in the twisting red and purple glow of the lava lamps. Julie and I were snuggled up on the love seat, Jamie sprawled on her bed, and Nettie sitting bolt upright in the chair. Before we’d even reached the end of the first song, I knew exactly what band Jamie got her love of instrumental harmonies from!

We got into discussing how the different parts were done, with Jamie pointing out details I wouldn’t have caught myself. Nettie didn’t join in; she was totally fixated on the music. We kept our voices low, so we didn’t break her concentration. When Jamie got up to flip the album over to Side Two, Nettie blinked a few times and whispered, “Wow.” Then she was immersed in the record all over again.

We ended up listening to one more after that, an Ozzy Osbourne album called ‘Blizzard of Oz’. Jamie, Julie, and I chatted some while that one was playing, but again, Nettie didn’t join in. Her attention seemed completely absorbed by the music.

Five o’clock found us in Jamie’s entryway, Lisa waiting for us at the curb in her Honda. Jamie gave Julie a hug, then me, and she’d barely turned to Nettie when the younger girl threw both arms around her.

“That was really nice,” Nettie said. “Thanks for letting me come, Jamie.” Me and Julie stared at each other, doing our level best not to die of shock.

“I had fun, too,” said Jamie. “Come by anytime, little sister.”

Nettie looked up at her, wearing the biggest smile I’d ever seen her give. “Thanks, I will… big sister.”

***

Two hours later we were lounging around the Hanson’s living room, stuffed to bursting with venison steaks, mashed potatoes, and brussel sprouts. Jason was absorbed in a big, scary-looking textbook, Lisa was doing paperwork for her job at City Hall, me and Julie were making a pretty bad attempt at learning to play chess, and Nettie was leafing through a young reader’s chapter book. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t really reading at all. Finally she set her book down on the coffee table and settled back into the couch, looking down at her hands.

All of a sudden she got up, crossed the room to where Jason sat and hunkered down next to a stack of books piled next to his chair. She studied the titles listed on the bindings. Finally she looked up to Jason, who was gazing down at her. “Which one is the simplest?

Jason raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Bending down, he tried to sift through the books, managed to knock the pile over, and finally came up with one.

“Our main text is a five-volume series,” he said, holding the book up for her inspection. “This is Volume One. I’m reading Volume Two right now. Check it out if you like, but I warn you… even this first volume is pretty heavy-duty stuff. You might not understand it all. Hell, I don’t understand it all yet.”

“I’ll try it,” she said, plucking the book from his hand.

“More power to you,” said Jason. “Just leave it out here where I can find it. If you leave a bookmark in there, I’ll make sure not to move it.”

Nettie crossed back to the couch, settling in with the book in her lap. Moments later, she had it open to the first chapter, looking utterly absorbed.

Julie and I went to bed a few minutes afterwards, pleading exhaustion and the need to be up for school in the morning. Lisa gave us a knowing grin as we made our exit.

Upstairs in Julie’s room, the door safely closed behind us, we fell into each other’s arms. Our mouths came together, tongues meeting in a heated dance, as we tore at each other’s clothes.

We didn’t even end up getting completely naked; our mutual need was simply too intense to be contained. Panties on the floor, we got our heads at opposite ends of the bed, two dripping pussies squashed together and grinding furiously. I came first, biting down on my forearm to keep from screaming. Julie was bucking against me, drawing in sharp, gasping gulps of air. She went rigid, then convulsed, burying her face deep in a pillow.

We didn’t bother with pajamas, just shucked off the rest of our clothes and snuggled up under the blankets.

“First the music, then Dad’s textbook,” said Julie once we’d settled in. “That’s two things in one day Nettie’s been interested in, and it’s two more than I’ve seen the whole time she’s been here.”

“The music doesn’t surprise me,” I said. “We’ve seen that before, a little bit. The paramedic book, though… I sure never saw that coming.”

“That might not last,” said Julie. “I tried reading one of those things, and my eyes got all crossed after about two minutes.”

“Guess we’ll see,” I said. My hand was cupping her ass cheek, and I let it slip inward a little bit, one finger tracing the edge of her crack.

Julie giggled. “You’re skating on the edge of a cliff,” she informed me. “Be careful not to fall in.”

I went a little deeper, then slipped my hand between her thighs. “So what’s on the other side?” I asked her.

“I guess you’ll just have to go exploring and see!”

What I found was velvety soft and slippery wet. Locked in a tight embrace, we fingered each other to another orgasm. We shared a long, deep kiss, then Julie immediately drifted off to sleep.

That was over an hour ago, and I’m still awake. I realized within a few minutes I wasn’t going to sleep right away, so I got up, slipped my journal from my backpack, and poured all my thoughts onto the pages.

So here I sit naked in Julie’s computer chair, listening to the warm, soft sound of her breathing, still glowing from making love. Writing about what we did a little while ago has me all worked up again. In fact, for the past few minutes my left hand has been busy between my legs while I wrap up this entry with my right. I’m tempted to wake Julie up and have my way with her, but there’s also something incredibly erotic about listening to her sleep while I get myself off.

Oh, god, Im gonna come. It’s gonna be a big one…

On to Chapter Twenty-Five!

 

Encounter on the Beach

  • Posted on November 22, 2024 at 3:22 pm

Original story by kinkychic, rehashed by kinkys_sis

It was my birthday. Eighteen at last and out for a pub crawl with my college friends. Just a girlie thing, no guys along, which suited me fine, though none of my friends knew I was only into girls. I hadn’t yet dared to tell anyone.

The wine flowed freely, then we moved on to shots. God knows how many I’d had, but I was feeling every one of them. I told myself I needed to slow down, or it wouldn’t be long before I was well out of it.

Trish smacked my arm. “Carole, do you mind?”

I looked at her blankly through half-focused eyes. “What do I mind?” I said.

She leaned closer and said quietly, “You’ve got your hand on my leg. It’s getting a bit touchy-feely.”

I glanced down. Oh, hey, she was right. I took my hand away. “Sorry. Hadn’t noticed.”

“Well, if that’s what you do when you don’t notice, what exactly might you do if you do notice?”

She sounded just as drunk as I was. Before I could think up a clever comeback, she’d already turned the other way to answer something Babs had said.

The room was spinning. This wasn’t good. I breathed deep, hoping it would stop, but it only got worse.

“I need some air,” I said.

Nobody seemed to hear, and no one seemed to notice as I weaved away from the table. I pushed the door and carried on walking. Then bang! Fuck, that hurt. Or it would have if I’d been able to feel pain. What was wrong with the bloody door? I’d walked straight into it.

I staggered back, still clutching the handle, and of course, the door followed me. The stupid thing opened inward!

I could hear the waves on the beach. That and the light breeze made me feel better. I crossed the promenade, grimly took hold of the handrail, and somehow got down the steps.

The dizziness came back with a rush, and I almost fell. I needed to lie down, and fast.

There was a bench a short way away.  I fell onto it and rolled onto my back. High above me, two blurry images were laughing, presumably at me.

I closed my eyes, only vaguely conscious, just wanting to sleep. I wasn’t sure, but the laughter turned into voices, which seemed to be coming nearer.

“Look, do you think she’s alright?”

“Yeh, she’s okay. She just had too much to drink.”

I heard giggling. I couldn’t seem to open my eyes, but I knew it was two girls. They sounded very young.

“Do you think she looks sexy like that?”

I told myself I had one leg along the bench and the other hanging off the side. I tried to lift it up, but it didn’t want to move.

“Fucking hot, I’d say,” was the answer.

“Hey, look from here. You can see her knickers.”

“Yeh, but not much. Think she’ll notice if I lift her skirt up?”

“Nah, she’s out of it. Go on, do it.”

I barely felt it, but I knew my skirt was moving. I fought to resist, but only in my head. My body wasn’t responding to the signals. Panic was rising in my chest. Or was I about to spew?

“Oh, fuck. Nice panties.”

“Her legs’re bloody gorgeous.”

Somehow, just for a second, I got an eye open. Through the haze, I saw two young girls. I mean like eleven or twelve. My eye closed again.

“Well, you can look at her legs. I like her pussy.”

How the fuck could two kids be talking about me that way? But then, it was pretty exciting. If they wanted to look, fine. Whatever turned them on. Not that I could put up a struggle anyhow.

“C’mon, Luce, let’s get a proper look.”

“You’re a dirty little sod. You getting horny?”

“Yeh. What about you?”

There was no answer, but I felt fingers at the front of my panties, then a cool breeze, and I knew she’d uncovered me.

“Oh, wow! Look at her pussy lips, Luce. Touch ’em, I dare you.”

The finger grazed me. “Ooh, she feels hot.”

“Let me feel.”

Another finger pressed a little harder than the first one, then it moved, tracing along my lips. I clearly felt the tingle in my pussy.

“Whad’ya think?”

“She’s not just hot. She’s wet, too.”

“Either she’s been naughty already, or she likes us touching. Think I can open her pussy, Sam?”

“Yeh, put your finger in.”

“No, we gotta go slow or she might wake up. I’ll just open it.”

“Gawd, I can see her clit. Look how big it is!”

“Hey, Sam, maybe you shouldn’t…”

“Why the fuck not? What’s the point otherwise?” Then I felt the finger tickling my clit.

My hips twitched. I couldn’t help it. Suddenly my body had decided it could move – though of its own accord, not because I wanted it to.

“Shit, look! She likes it. She moves just like you do.”

Now the finger was sliding inside me. My vagina clamped down on it, and I let out a whimper.

“We better go, Sam. She might wake up.”

“Bollocks. She likes it, I can see.”

The finger slowly began to fuck my pussy. Fuck, it did feel good, even if it was just two kids having fun. Then it hit me – I was being molested by little girls!

The girl fingering me said, “Pull my knickers down, Luce. Play with my pussy.”

“What, here? You nuts or something?”

“Nobody can see. I need fucking.”

A leg brushed against my arm, which was hanging down from the bench. I wanted to touch it, but was frightened of scaring the girls away.

I heard a sigh. “Yeh, that’s better. Fuck me good, Luce.”

The finger in my pussy moved faster. My body was responding, my hips meeting the thrust of her fingers. I loved hearing these youngsters talking dirty.

“She likes it, Sam. D’ya think she’ll come?”

“Yeh, course she will. So will I, pretty soon. Don’t stop.”

“Sam! What the fuck are you doing?”

I felt hair tickle my thighs, then a hot puff of breath. Would she? Her lips encircled my clit and sucked. My body jerked, but it didn’t scare her off.

This girl’s ministrations seemed to be reviving me. My hand felt for the girl’s leg. It must be Luce, I figured. I curled my fingers around her shin and then started to slide upwards.

“Luce, why’d you stop touching me?”

“Oh my God, she’s awake. She’s holding my leg.”

“Well, good for her.” Sam went back to nursing my clit.

My hand continued up to the front of Luce’s panties. I was between her legs, rubbing the crotch, feeling how wet she was. I pulled the panties aside and my fingers went straight into her slit. She was so wet, my finger just slipped inside while my thumb searched for her clit.

I clearly heard Luce groan when I rubbed her, and she turned herself towards me. Hooking my finger inside her, I pulled the girl even closer.

Sam’s face lifted up. “You like us fucking you, sister? Hey, what’s your name?”

“Carole,” I managed to groan.

“Well, Carole, are you ready to come yet? I sure am!”

“Soon.”

My dizziness had gone, and I was on cloud nine. A little girl was about to make me come, and I had my finger up another girl’s pussy. What the fuck am I doing? I thought. Well, who fucking cares? This is my birthday present from heaven.

Luce’s legs were trembling, her slender hips banging against my thrusting hand. She was leaking so much I felt the tickle of it running down my forearm. She was going to come first, I could tell.

In a rather shaky voice, I said, “She’s coming, Sam.”

Sam nodded, but didn’t stop what she was doing. Luce’s pussy gripped my finger, and she started shaking. A warm spurt of fluid ran down my arm, and I heard a little shriek.

It was too much, and it tipped me over the edge. I had just enough time to gasp, “Now, Sam. Fuck me harder!” before the orgasm took hold of me. Oh, how I loved this little girl!

Obviously, Luce had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing to Sam, so I knew she hadn’t climaxed yet. I pulled her up. “Turn around and sit on my face.”

“Yeh, way to go.” Her leg swung over me and her pussy came down hard on my open mouth.

I went straight for her clit with my tongue, one hand at her pussy and the other caressing her arse. She pushed back when I tickled her rosebud, so I knew she’d had it there before. My finger easily pushed past the little resistance, and I was buried deep in her hot arsehole.

She bent over and went back to my clit. I wasn’t sure that I could come again, but was happy to try. I saw Luce move away before I felt another hand pushing under me. Somehow I managed to lift a leg, and she held it up as she groped, searching for my cunt, then plunged her fingers into me, driving them in and out. Now, I knew I was going to come again.

I felt Sam tightening, pressing down harder, taking me deeper. Then it was her turn to shake. Such a sexy little bugger.

It wasn’t long before they both brought me to my second orgasm, one of the most powerful I could remember having.

I lay back, gasping for breath and cuddling Sam’s arse.

Lucie said, “Sam, we have to go, it’s late.”

Slowly, Sam climbed off, and I struggled to sit up. Things only spun a little. My vision cleared and I got my first proper look at my two girls. My hand flew to my mouth. They were so young, so beautiful.

Sam put a hand to mine. “Don’t be mad with us, now. Can’t say you didn’t enjoy that.”

“I’m mad, yes, but not with you two. Actually, I’ve gone mad. And I’m in love with you both.”

It was then I heard a voice in the distance, shouting, “Carole? Carole, are you out here?”

I saw my purse, God knows how I hadn’t lost it. Digging around inside, I took out a card and handed it to Sam. “Give me a ring anytime.”

The voice shouted my name again. It was getting closer. Sam leaned over, gave me a quick kiss, and told Luce, “You kiss her, too,” and she did.

They went to go, but Sam turned back again. “I’ll call. That’s a promise.” Then they ran.

An instant later, Trish came around the corner.

“Oh my God, Carole, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She sat down beside me and took my hand, moving it to her leg. “You still want to feel? I decided I liked the idea. Consider it a bonus present.”

Fuck, what a birthday!

***

It was late afternoon two days later when Sam called. I didn’t recognise the number that came up on my phone, but the moment she spoke, I knew it was her.

“Hi, sexy Carole,” she began, “it’s Sam from the other night. Or maybe you don’t want to talk to a kid, now you’re not drunk as fuck. You can tell me to get lost.”

“No, I’m glad you called, though I probably shouldn’t be,” I said. “I mean, you’re only like – what? – eleven or twelve, maybe? You seemed to know what you were doing for somebody so young.”

She had a sparkly laugh. “It’s twelve, actually… and Luce and me’ve been fucking each other for like a year. So, yeh, I think I know what I’m doing. But I wanted to ask. Who was that girl who came looking for you? Is that your girlfriend? I’m sorry, but … no, I’m not sorry at all! I saw you play with her pussy, so I kinda wondered … but I don’t know. You didn’t really seem that close.”

It was my turn to laugh. “No, Trish isn’t my girlfriend. She said letting me touch her up was my birthday present, that’s all. I don’t have a girlfriend. Why do you ask? You’re not jealous?”

“No!” she said, a little too quickly. “But I was sort of hoping you’d want to see me again. You did fuck Luce’s pussy, and you got your tongue in mine … I thought we might properly fuck together, now that you’re not drunk.”

“You want my fingers in your cunt? And both of us naked? Tell me.”

There was laughter in her voice. “You wouldn’t be asking me if there wasn’t a chance, huh? So yeah, I’m asking. I would like for us to be naked together. Somewhere nice and comfy like, not on the beach in the dark where we can’t properly see each other. Where we can really fuck.” Before I could answer, she carried on. “Or are you just teasing me because I’m a kid?”

“Not at all. I haven’t stopped thinking about how your lips and tongue felt the other night, and I want to feel that again. And I want to see you lying in front of me without any clothes on. Happy now?”

“Fuck! You really mean it. I seriously thought you were gonna tell me to piss off when I called.”

By then, I was squeezing my thighs together. “I’ve got my own place in the town centre. So the only question is when.”

“Huh. I thought you’d still be living at home.”

“It’s only a small flat near my college. My dad pays the rent.”

“That’s seriously cool. What if I grab a quick shower and dinner, then come over? I could be there by seven. I only live five, maybe ten minutes away from you.”

I gave Sam the address and told her, “I’ll be waiting.” She giggled – the first sign of how young she really was, but I loved the sound of it.

“Are you as turned on as I am, Sam? Listen, you need to go before I start playing with myself. I’ll see you later.”

She laughed again. “Yeah, it’s better we wait. Bye, my sexy Carole.”

I held the phone, watching it shake in my hand. I hoped I wasn’t letting myself in for a whole load of grief. Somehow, I didn’t think so. I had the feeling I could trust her.

 ***

For at least the tenth time, I glanced nervously at the clock. It was now eight minutes past seven. Maybe she hadn’t been able to get away after all. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of the bell.

I opened the door, and there she was, standing before me. I hadn’t given it much thought, but clearly Sam had – she was wearing a hooded jacket that covered her head. No one seeing her arrive would know how young she was.

I smelled her shower freshness as she passed me. She didn’t turn around until she’d removed the jacket, then I stopped her from coming closer. “Let me look at you a moment.”

She was gorgeous, much more so than I’d thought from our first encounter. Half of her light brown hair hung to her shoulders. The other half was clipped behind her head. She liked the semi-wild look. It was sexy as hell.

Sam was staring down at the floor. Gone was the confidence and aggression from two nights ago. With her hair framing her face, only her lips really showed..  and they were oh, so kissable. I wanted to grab her right away. Instead, I let my eyes travel downwards. The girl’s nipples, obviously aroused under my gaze, stood erect through her t-shirt. The small swells of her breasts were just visible. The very short skirt she wore revealed a pair of slim, coltish legs.

“Sam, look at me, please,” I said.

What I was thinking must have shown on my face, because her doubtful look changed to a smile. We took a step towards each other, reaching out until we drew into an embrace. I kept my eyes fastened on hers as our bodies met.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, lowering my lips to hers.

She reached up, touching my lips with a finger to hold me back. “So are you, but I already knew that.” Taking her finger away, she drew closer. “Now you can kiss me.”

I’ve read writers who’ve used the expression “a kiss to die for”. I’d never quite understood what it meant, but I did now. This girl knew how to kiss. Tenderness, then passion, then abandon. Her sensuality caused my pulse to surge. I let myself drown in the feeling.

I was aware of her searching hands – one pulling my top free from my skirt, followed by fingers on my bare back, the other squeezing a breast. I knew then, young as she was, Sam would be the one to lead the way.

I hadn’t given much thought to my own inexperience, taking it for granted it would be me, the older one, who would take things forwards. Now I knew I’d been mistaken. Once Sam recognised my approval and desire, she assumed control. Her tender age had lost all meaning… and I could live with that.

I began to lift her t-shirt, but she broke our kiss, staying my hand. “Let’s go to bed. Take me there. I want to show you what I can do — what we can do.” Her voice was a husky growl.

I took her hand, my lips still only a sliver away from hers. “It’s all I want,” I told her.

“I know,” she said, then gave me a quick peck. “C’mon.”

Sam barely gave my bedroom a glance before turning back to me. “We undress each other – together.” She reached for the uppermost of the three buttons that fastened my top. I began to raise her t-shirt, but paused when she drew a nail down the valley between my breasts. I gave an involuntary shudder at this new experience.

Then she raised her arms high, and I pulled her t-shirt off. My eyes fastened on her small but perfect breasts as they came into view. Looking up, I half-expected to see her seeking my approval. On the contrary: I was met with a knowing look and a sly grin. She knew I liked what I saw.

I took a moment to study Sam’s breasts and her jutting nipples, almost trembling at the sight. This girl wasn’t far from perfection.

Her fingers were back at my buttons, unfastening the remaining two. She pushed my top past my shoulders, then cupped my bare breasts. I barely heard her utter, “Shit! I knew they’d be exactly what I wanted.”

My top fell to the floor, and she reached for the fastener of my skirt. I followed suit, although my eyes were still fixed on her tits.

Both our skirts fell at the same time. I had on my sexiest pair of knickers, which I was wearing for the first time. I’d been saving them for a special occasion I knew would come someday. Now it had.

I wasn’t sure what I expected her to be wearing, but nothing hadn’t occurred to me. She laughed gleefully at my astonishment.

“I took them off before I rang your doorbell,” she said. “They’re in my skirt pocket if you want them, but they’re probably still wet.”

She pushed me towards the bed. “Lie down, and I’ll take your knickers off.”

I eased myself back onto the bed, and we stared at each other for a moment. I already knew what I thought of this beauty standing naked in front of me, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes and face as she studied my body.

She pushed my legs apart and lay down in between them. Her hair, hanging around her face, tickled my thighs as she kissed them. She worked slowly upward, going from one leg to the other until she reached my mound. Her lips pressed into my centre while her fingers gently explored me through my knickers, her breath hot through the thin material. Then she took hold of the elastic and slowly eased them down.

I tensed, waiting for Sam’s touch, yet still gasped when her lips kissed my exposed pussy. I had to lift my arse for her to pull my knickers free. Her mouth never left my cunt, yet she somehow managed to finish undressing me.

The hot breath on my flesh travelled higher, moving through my neatly trimmed bush until she was kissing my tummy. I ran my fingers through her hair, wondering what she would do next.

It was a surprise when Sam got on top of me, the girl’s hair almost concealing her face. She reached for my breasts with both hands, taking hold of each nipple and pulling quite hard, enough to make me squeal. Then she kissed them, one after the other.

Then I felt those soft lips sucking a nipple into the warmth of her mouth. My cunt clenched in response. My senses were already going mad with need. She laughed as she crawled further up my body, pausing as she looked down into my eyes.

We kissed – those wonderful, sensual lips again – as she pressed herself between my thighs. Her pussy came hard against mine and, more from instinct than awareness, I spread my legs further apart to strengthen the contact.

Her hips undulated against me, and I did my best to follow the movement. She had one elbow beside my chest to prop herself up, using her hand to massage my breast. I felt the other hand snaking down to slip beneath my arse. Taking a firm grip, she pulled me up hard to crush her pussy into mine.

I clutched her with both hands, and so we fucked – the glorious rhythm of our grinding cunts, lubricated by  our combined juices.

I began to gasp for breath. My chest tightened. My toes curled. My fingers dug into her arse as I tried to pull her inside my pulsing cunt.

I wasn’t aware of her breaking our kiss until I heard her pant, “A-are you ready?”

I couldn’t answer – I was straining too hard, pushing towards climax. Then I heard my shriek as my body convulsed.

Our pussies seemed to vibrate together. I could hear myself moan and Sam laugh as we forced our bodies together, prolonging our shared orgasm as long as we could. With one last shudder, she collapsed into my waiting arms.

Playing with Sam’s hair, I trailed a hand up and down her back as she nuzzled and kissed my neck.

Then she jerked her head up. “So… sexy Carole, what did you think? Did we fuck good?”

I carefully brushed Sam’s hair away from her face. “I don’t think you need to ask. I never felt so … well, I just never.”

Her face took on a slightly more serious look. “I gotta go soon. Can I come back? How about Saturday? We can fuck all day.”

“You can come anytime you want. But what about Luce? Isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“No, we just like to fuck.” She grinned. “You want us to be girlfriends? Or is it stupid for you to have one as young as me?”

I gave her a quick kiss. “No, Sam. It’s not stupid.”

Besides, there was nothing about this girl that would lead anyone to suspect she was only twelve. I was the novice in this relationship, and I was more than happy to have her as my teacher … and my girlfriend.

The End

 

The Loves and Labours of Doris Sloane, Chapter 10

  • Posted on November 18, 2024 at 4:11 pm

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.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

Little Melinda seemed ready to combust with excitement as I entered the bathroom the following evening. She’d made a very compelling argument that bath time should now be a nightly event instead of every other day.

“It’s very important for young girls to be as clean as possible!” the ten-year-old insisted. “And bathing before bed helps one get a better night’s sleep. Don’t you think so?”

I had to explain that water cost money, and that other people in the house would like to use the bath too, so she and her sister resigned themselves to the current regime of once every two days.

Melinda was first out of her clothes – glancing towards me as if to make sure I’d noticed her nudity – then first in the bath, her bright eyes willing me and Sophia to hurry up and join her.

Sophia made a more languid show of stripping herself naked, quite clearly for my benefit. When she was done cavorting she dipped a preliminary foot into the steaming water, peered back at me with a grin, then immersed her full body.

I smiled down at my two young charges, Sophia blushing adorably as she watched me take off my clothes. I stood at the edge of the bath a long moment, giving them both a good look at my bare body before sliding into the hot water with a contented sigh.

“Are we going to play that game again?” Melinda was all too quick to enquire.

Thrilled by the ten-year-old’s candidness, I pulled her towards me, plucking the bar of soap from its oyster-shaped dish with my free hand. “Grubby little girls need to be scrubbed clean first!”

The giggling imp wriggled and writhed as I held her close, the feel of her slender little form pressed against my bare skin nothing short of sublime. I nuzzled her neck and shoulders while the soap slid over her body, making it delightfully slippery. To my delight, Sophia joined in, and soon we had Melinda gasping and squirming as we teased her with our fingers.

“You’re making me feel funny!” the ten-year-old gasped.

“That’s the idea!” Sophia squealed, her hand diving between Melinda’s thrashing legs, giggling away gleefully as she rubbed the tight little slit.

I wasn’t sure if this was just a spur-of-the-moment game on Sophia’s part, or if there was a genuine desire to touch her sister that way, but I found it incredibly exciting. I wondered how their mother would feel about such a thing. Something told me Victoria would approve wholeheartedly.

“Stop! I want to do it to Doris now!” Melinda exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes alight with anticipation.

When I let her go she swatted her sister’s hand away and launched herself through the water with a splash. Catching her breath, laughter giving way to soft titters, she peered across at me with an unheralded shyness. “Can I, please?”

“You can wash my hair,” I told her. “I seem to remember you were very keen to do that.”

Melinda stared at me with a crestfallen look. “But… that was before we started playing the game. Aren’t we allowed to play it anymore?”

“Well, yes, but we don’t have to do it every time we have a bath. It’d be nice to just relax and soak for a bit, wouldn’t it?”

I was teasing, of course. I had every intention of having my way with the two eager little nymphs, but seducing Melinda in her bed a couple of nights before had given me a wicked idea.

Sophia sidled up to me. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You were s’posed to make us feel good again. You promised.”

“As a matter of fact, you did, Doris!” Melinda chimed in.

Nothing got past my two young charges. I had indeed promised, and was obliged to make good on it.

I snaked my arms around their waists and drew the naked girls towards me. “Well, a promise is a promise, and a nanny’s as good as her word. But, you know, I have a much better idea.” The two of them peered at me curiously. “What if you were to ask Mummy if you can sleep in the same room tonight? Then later on, I could pay you both a special visit.”

“That sounds lovely,” Sophia said, a hint of colour gracing her cheeks.

“Ooohhh, I can’t wait!” Melinda squealed, splashing water about in excitement.

“We’ll be in my room, all right? Melinda’s doesn’t have a lock,” Sophia declared. “You better not forget, Doris. And don’t be too late, because we’ll probably go to bed early.”

I playfully flicked water at the eleven-year-old. “Yes, little madam, right away, little madam!”

While the girls lathered my hair, giggling away happily, I happened to catch a shadow disengaging itself from the narrow bar of light beneath the bathroom door. The almost imperceptible sound of pattering feet moving across floorboards told me we’d just had a curious eavesdropper.

II

When I entered the lounge a while later Sophia and Melinda were already dashing in the opposite direction and up the stairs in their dressing gowns, as breathless and giddy as they’d been earlier in the bathroom.

“We’re going to bed now, Doris!” Melinda trilled from the landing above. Sophia responded with a “Shhh!” and the two of them ran off giggling.

“Oh. Goodnight,” I called after them, running a towel through my damp hair.

Victoria was on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her. Becky lounged next to her.

“They seemed very keen to finish their cocoa and hurry to bed,” Victoria said with a wry smile. “They’re both roughing it in Sophia’s room tonight, apparently.”

“They’re acting oddly,” Becky ventured, cradling her own mug of cocoa.

“I promised to read them a bedtime story,” I improvised. “A longer one than usual, actually. I’m sure they’re just looking forward to that.”

The fourteen-year-old regarded me carefully, lines of suspicion creasing her brow. “Why did you just tell them goodnight, then?”

Victoria reached out to stroke her eldest daughter’s hair. “Now, now, Miss Marple. I’m sure there’s no mystery to be solved here. Let Doris and the little ones have their fun.” She flashed her eyes at me, then let her fingers travel down to tease the nape of Becky’s neck. Becky responded with a sleepy, cat-like contentment. I could almost imagine her purring.

“Best not to keep them waiting, Doris,” Victoria crooned. “Knowing the girls, they won’t let you go until you give them what they want…”

Meeting her eyes, I allowed myself a small smile. “I’ll do my best.”

“You’re all acting oddly,” Becky grumbled as I retreated from the room.

I wished with all my heart that Becky could join us, that I could take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to Sophia’s room; allow her to see what her sisters and I had been getting up to. There was no denying a good portion of that longing was a desire to be intimate with the fourteen-year-old, just as I’d become intimate with her mother, and now the two younger girls, but perhaps more important to me was a feeling that she should not feel excluded. Despite her independence, I still felt a certain responsibility towards Becky. It didn’t sit well with me that she clearly knew something was afoot and must surely be wondering why she wasn’t a part of it.

I’d seen it before, in the orphanage. Alliances were formed, factions arose. The ones deemed unworthy were not permitted access to those elite cliques, for no other reason than a cruel impulse to isolate the weakest and most vulnerable amongst us. Such is human nature, I suppose. But when the only role models we knew had nothing to teach us but their own cruelty and intolerance, was it any wonder there was little in the way of kindness and compassion?

So I felt for Becky what I felt for those other girls – the need to draw her in and tell her she was loved, that she could join us whenever she liked.

But I understood that including Becky in our sexual games was Victoria’s decision, not mine. If she felt her oldest was not ready to be initiated, I would have to respect that.

Perhaps it would be prudent to broach the subject with Victoria. But not that evening. That evening I had two eager little girls waiting for me upstairs.

III

I gave Sophia’s door a brief knock, then entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Two bright pairs of eyes followed my every move.

The sisters were sitting on Sophia’s bed, dressing gowns discarded, leaving them in just their nighties. Melinda’s was pale blue with small yellow flowers. Sophia’s was plain white cotton, thin enough that I could see the outline of her bare legs through the material.

“You came,” Melinda said, delighted.

I sauntered towards the bed, pulling up Sophia’s little vanity chair to sit in. “I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Are you going to do rude things to us now?” Sophia enquired. “I saw you lock the door, so I think you are. You will, won’t you?”

I let my hand rest upon the eleven-year-old’s calf, teasing the bare skin with my fingertips. “Always so impatient. And what is it you’d have me do, exactly?”

“What you did to us in the bath the other night,” Melinda explained. I let my free hand venture up her leg, beneath her nightdress. “And… and what you did afterwards in my bedroom.”

“Melly said you licked her truffle,” Sophia alleged, her euphemism for a vagina making me smile, “but I think she was fibbing.”

“I wasn’t fibbing, Sophie! Tell her, Doris. Tell her what you did to me.”

“Quieten down now,” I told them with a finger to my lips, then shifted the chair closer to the bed. “Why tell when I can show? Melinda, pull your nightie up for me, would you?”

The ten-year-old didn’t hesitate, hiking the nightdress up her legs and round the waist to reveal her bare slit. “Oh, you won’t believe how nice this feels, Sophie! It makes me want to – to swoon, almost!”

“Move closer to me,” I told the excited youngster. “Spread your legs nice and wide, so your sister can see what I’m doing.”

Intrigued, Sophia shuffled nearer while Melinda scooted as close to the edge of the bed as she could without falling off. Her feet were dangling free, so she swung her legs open and held them in place with both hands beneath her thighs, much as she’d done the last time we’d engaged in this illicit activity.

I planted a kiss on the dimpled creases between her plump pubis and inner leg. The skin there was warm, moist and deliciously tart.

When I peeked at Sophia, she was craning her neck to see what I was doing. The wide-eyed scrutiny she gave us seemed to suggest she wasn’t quite ready to believe I’d actually have the audacity to lick a little girl’s truffle, no, surely not!

I did exactly that. Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped loudly when my tongue emerged to trace the cleft of Melinda’s pussy. I flicked back and forth, tilting my head to one side to make sure the view was unobstructed, ever mindful that we now had an audience. I wanted nothing left to the imagination for young Sophia. The depravity of that thought should have filled me with shame, but instead I found my teeth bared in a wicked smile, tongue flickering serpent-like through Melinda’s tight slit.

How far I had fallen. And such a way yet to fall.

“See, Sophie?” Melinda gasped as I licked her out. “I wasn’t lying, was I? You should – ooh, that’s n-nice! – you should apologise to me, I think.”

“Huh?” Sophia was clearly enthralled by the sight before her, and when she murmured a response, her voice was distant and dreamy. “Oh… yes, I’m sorry, I suppose.” She placed a hand on my shoulder, and I gazed up at her. “You can do that to me now, if you like…”

There was every reason to believe I would like it very much indeed. “Pull your nightie up, then. In fact, we may as well have it all the way off. Yours too, Melinda.”

Her eyes dancing with excitement, Melinda discarded her nightdress without so much as a second thought, carelessly dropping it to the floor.

Sophia took her time, tugging the nightie over her head until she was wearing nothing but a smile.

“Spread your legs for me,” I told her.

She leaned back against the bed on her elbows and moved her knees slowly apart. “Like this?”

Her slit glistened with a hint of moisture, the lips of her sex bulbous and slightly flushed. I wondered if she’d begun to menstruate yet. Perhaps not, but the dawn of her womanhood was surely imminent.

I moved my head between her thighs, kissing a path up her toned legs, the scuffs and scrapes on her knees reminding me that, yes, of course she was still a child. A little girl who loved to climb trees and dance to the wireless and watch birds in the garden. And now Sophia, always ready to try new things, Sophia, so inquisitive and curious, would know how it felt to have her sweet pussy licked.

My tongue traced a slow, languid path through the eleven-year-old’s vulva while my eyes fixed on her face, eager to see how she responded. Sophia’s earthy taste lingered in my mouth like a fine wine, the faint musky smell of her arousal flavouring the air.

“Oh!” Sophia cried, her brow creased into a look of such intense concentration and surprise, it made her appear almost comical.

“It’s nice, isn’t it, Sophie?” Melinda said, twining a lock of her sister’s hair round and round a finger.

Sophia gave an abrupt nod, hair spilling about her face. “Mm.”

“I told you it was, didn’t I?”

“Mm.”

“Is it just about the best thing you ever felt?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I think so too! Um… don’t forget about me, Doris.”

So I alternated between the two girls, licking each in turn, my tongue first flicking, then lashing, then probing the warm, wet crevices where their puffy lips met, delving as deep as I was able to go.

I looked up to see a dreamy-eyed Sophia turn to her sister. “Mummy mustn’t ever find out about this, Melly. You won’t forget and let it slip, will you?”

Melinda made a face. “Of course I won’t! I’m not stupid, Sophia.”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry,” said Sophia, touching her baby sister’s arm. “I… I love you, Melly.”

Then all at once their lips came together in a kiss, as if they were suddenly compelled to share a moment of intimate affection. The exchange was fleeting, the two girls separating as quickly as they’d joined, each looking as surprised as the other.

“Cripes…” Melinda piped.

“Mm,” Sophia murmured back with a nod.

Their attention soon returned to me. I coaxed two little clitorides from their fleshy sheathes, trapping one between my lips while I lightly stroked the other, frequently switching back and forth to give the girls pleasure both ways.

Sophia reached orgasm before her sister. Honestly, I was amazed she had lasted this long. She screwed her face up and surrendered to the instinct to hump against my mouth as I rolled my tongue inside her vagina. She began to wail – but Melinda, bless her, had the presence of mind to cover her sister’s mouth, hissing, “Sophie, hush! You’ll have Mummy in here!”

The eleven-year-old was still twitching away when I returned my attention back to Melinda and her exposed sex. Quickly raising her legs again, she demanded, “Now hurry and make me feel nice, Doris. My arms are getting tired.”

“Let’s make this more comfortable for you, then,” I told her. “Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

The ten-year-old did as I asked, spreading her knees apart and thrusting her bum towards me, the sweet pucker of her anus suddenly on full display. There and then, I decided to employ one of Victoria’s lewdest techniques on her youngest daughter.

“Melinda?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to make you feel good another way. Would you mind if I have a little lick of your bottom?”

Melinda peered back at me with wide eyes. “The actual hole of my bottom?”

“That’s right.”

“Doris!” A shocked Sophia gasped, but it didn’t escape my notice that she shuffled intriguingly closer. “You oughtn’t to lick her there, it’s dirty. Isn’t it?”

I couldn’t very well tell them that it was their own mother who’d introduced me to the art of arse licking, and that she and I had been indulging in the same nefarious practice for weeks now.

“You’ve both had a bath, so your bums should be nice and clean. Let’s give it a try, at least. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“All right,” Melinda agreed with a grin, swaying her backside back and forth invitingly.

“You’re awful, Melinda!” Sophia squealed through a fit of giggles.

I half-expected Melinda to pull away when my tongue found her arse – I’d certainly been surprised when her mother had kissed me there for the first time – but Victoria’s youngest seemed eager to experiment, even going so far as to spread her knees even further apart. I savoured the earthy, metallic taste, drawing my tongue through the crack of her arse, then teasing the hole with the tip.

“Goodness…” Sophia murmured as she watched intently. “What does it feel like, Melly?”

“It’s rather nice,” Melinda replied matter-of-factly, “but I prefer having Doris lick my— Oh! That’s more like it!”

My thumb had found her clit, pressing firmly against it and rubbing back and forth while I continued licking her arsehole. Soon I had the ten-year-old bucking wildly while her big sister looked on, astonished.

Melinda collapsed on the bed, groaning in pleasure. “I just about nearly melted…” she murmured into the pillow, an occasional tremor still rippling through her slender body.

I turned to Sophia, flashing my eyes at her. “I suppose you’d like another turn, would you?”

The eleven-year-old nodded enthusiastically. “Just the other way, though. I’m not sure I want to have my bum licked.”

It occurred to me I had far too many clothes on, so I remedied that, standing up and undressing slowly and seductively for the girls. The sense of power I wielded over the two youngsters held an undeniable appeal. That they would follow wherever I chose to lead them, like trusting little lambs, was strangely thrilling to me. Was this how my mistress felt when she first seduced, then educated me in the ways of love? This grand sense of wicked coercion?

Now naked as the children I cared for, I rested one knee upon Sophia’s bed. “Make some room, girls.” They hastily made space for me, allowing me to stretch out on the small bed. “Sophia, I’d like you to kneel over me, so your truffle is right above my mouth. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I think so.”

Sophia stood up and stepped over me, then lowered herself to my face, her sex barely an inch from my mouth. She was facing my feet, which hadn’t been my intention, but I realised it would be better that way, allowing her to see what I had planned for her sister.

“Melinda… while Sophia’s doing that, would you like to lick my pussy?”

“Puss-ee!” Melinda giggled, trying the familiar word in this completely new context. “Puss-eeee…”

The ten-year-old shuffled between my open thighs, her bright eyes studious as she regarded my sex. The sight of her face poised near my cunt, framed between Sophia’s legs, was an image as potent as anything I could ever have conjured up in my masturbatory fantasies.

Taking hold of Sophia’s hips to guide her down the last couple of inches, my tongue made contact with the child’s sex, probing the raw, coppery flesh while Melinda flicked her own tongue through the folds of my cunt. How I’d longed to have her mouth there, fantasised about it whilst touching myself during those quiet moments alone. And now here we were – at the threshold of that often imagined deed.

For a complete novice, Melinda was doing a surprisingly good job licking me, her enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of skill. Still, I found myself craving more – and soon enough I had the inspired notion that would surely satisfy my hunger.

I laid a hand on Sophia’s bare back, gently nudging her forward. “Help your sister,” I murmured, then returned to licking her slit.

She seemed to understand what I wanted, but hesitated briefly. “Melly? What’s it like?”

Melinda raised her head. “It’s nice!” she chirped, illustrating the point by licking her lips. “Remember when Mummy gave us a sip from her wine glass? Sort of like that… but sweeter.” Dipping her head, she buried her mouth in my sparse bush and got back to work.

Sophia bent forward, and soon I was rewarded with the caress of a second tongue, this one lashing against my exposed clit. By then, she was becoming aware of the exquisite possibilities our tender little buds harboured, and clearly meant to make use of this new found knowledge.

The eleven-year-old’s position atop my body afforded me a tantalising glimpse of her anus. I found myself unable to resist prising her arse cheeks apart, so I might feast my eyes on that puckered delight while I feasted for real on her fresh young sex.

Being licked by two little girls at the same time was a dizzying experience, even knowing they were learning as they went, perhaps even because of that. Would that I could actually see my young charges as they used their tongues on me! That said, the pink crease of Sophia’s pussy and the dusky promise of her arsehole were a wonderful distraction.

Suddenly their mouths weren’t touching my cunt anymore. I paused in my own licking, listening for some clue as to what the girls were doing. What I heard made my heart throb – a faint moist sound, coupled with a blissful purr from Sophia.

My God… are they kissing?

They were; I was certain of it. In the midst of pleasuring me, their mouths had wandered together. If their first kiss mere minutes ago had been one of spontaneous passion, then this one must surely be fully considered and desired, with none of the awkwardness or surprise of that earlier exchange. That they would choose to love each other that way was a thrilling notion, not least because I knew it was me they tasted on one another’s lips.

It didn’t last long. They hastily returned to my pussy, as if abruptly remembering what they were supposed to be doing. I continued to lick Sophia, wondering if the girls would be indulging in kissing games later when I’d returned to my own bed.

Those delicious feelings began to churn and roil inside me all over again, my climax fast approaching. I was determined to make Sophia spend first, however. I centred my attention on her clitoris, suckling it like a tiny nipple.

When the eleven-year-old began to writhe beneath me, I knew she was close to release, and having her come in my face would certainly be enough to send me over the edge. I pressed my mouth against her vagina and sucked hard, simultaneously arching my hips in response to the dazzling brilliance of my own climax. I barely drew my lips away from the child’s spent pussy to murmur breathlessly, “Good girls… oh, you clever, clever girls…”

Soon overcome, Sophia tumbled off me and onto her back, her breathing coming in huffs and puffs. Melinda sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, wearing a triumphant smile.

“Come here, both of you,” I murmured, opening my arms in invitation.

The girls fell willingly into my embrace. Cupping their firm bottoms, I kissed each upon the brow, then found their mouths, slipping my tongue between their lips in turn. The taste of our combined arousal passed from mouth to mouth, lingering like an echo.

Once I’d mustered up the strength to climb down from the bed and dress myself, I helped the two little ones back into their nighties and tucked them in until they were side by side beneath the blanket. Switching off the bedside lamp that had illuminated our forbidden games, I unlocked the bedroom door and made a silent exit, leaving my darlings drifting into slumber.

When I stepped out into the hallway, Becky was loitering outside her bedroom. I wondered where she had been standing a few moments before, and for how long. She seemed flustered, like she’d just been caught with her hand in the biscuit barrel.

“Oh, hello, Doris,” The fourteen-year-old said, not quite meeting my gaze. “Um… did Melly and Sophie enjoy their bedtime story?”

“I believe they did,” I replied. “It had a very exciting ending, too. Would you like to join us for the next one?”

Becky trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, a finger idly teasing the hollow of her throat. “I… I’m too old for bedtime stories.”

Not the kind of stories I tell, beautiful girl, I thought. You’re never too old for those. Or too young, for that matter.

“You might be surprised,” I purred. “Goodnight, Becky.”

“‘Night.” Her cheeks bright pink, Becky hastened through the door to her bedroom, closing it behind.

I ran my fingertips over her nameplate as I passed, the embossed flowers teasing my tingling skin. Eager for love again, and so soon. How greedy I was!

I made my way to my own room, intent on having a little fun with myself before going to sleep.

As it turned out, there was no need.

IV

Mere minutes after I’d slipped into bed, Victoria came to me with that familiar look in her eyes, the one that brooked no argument and never failed to rouse my desire. Indicating I should be quiet, she took my hand and led me to her room.

No sooner was the door closed than she was upon me, fumbling at the buttons on my nightie, then all but ripping it away. Her hands darted from my breasts to my pubis, as if she couldn’t decide which she wanted more. Her fingers brushed my lips, inviting me to taste myself. Potent; musky, the consummation of my dalliance with her daughters was all too apparent. Victoria knew it too.

She struggled out of her clothes, then pushed me roughly onto the bed, my breasts pressed almost painfully against her body as her hungry mouth found mine. Her hands were reaching beneath my legs, clutching at my arse as she moved downwards, drawing my pelvis towards her face. “I can smell my daughters on you,” she told me.

I wasn’t sure if that was true or not. The perfume of my own arousal must surely have overpowered any lingering traces of Sophia and Melinda. Perhaps it was simply the idea of her little girls’ scent on me that Victoria found so tantalising.

She lingered near my open sex for a good long moment, breathing me in, savouring the sight of the juices that glistened in my pubes like fine morning mist.

“You’ll tell me everything that happened with the girls tonight,” she demanded. Her voice was perfectly calm and measured, but I saw the heat of lust in her eyes. “Every last detail. And while you do that, I shall pleasure you.”

Then her mouth was there, nibbling at the lips of my pussy, sucking on the aching core of my clitoris, still sensitive from Sophia’s endeavours. I was Victoria’s puppet – scarcely able to think, let alone draw breath, as she took me from one peak to the next with tongue and teeth and fingers. And as she stoked the fire that blazed and roared inside me, I told her as much as I was able before my words gave way to barely stifled wails of ecstasy.

Once I’d caught my breath, I shoved Victoria onto her back without a word and took her roughly, driving three fingers in and out of her cunt and licking her clit until she came over my hand. Just as she’d offered me her fingers to taste, I offered her mine in return, this time joining her in licking them clean.

We lay there for a while until finally I roused myself, rising from the bed and gathering up my nightdress, ready to return to my room.

But Victoria halted me with a hand upon my arm. “No,” she whispered. “Stay with me tonight, my love. Will you, please?”

How could I refuse? Letting my nightie drop back down to the floor, I returned to bed as Victoria raised the satin sheet in invitation.

I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss – so different from the frenzied coupling we’d just enjoyed, though every bit as pleasurable. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you, my sweet,” Victoria replied, then asked, “And what about the girls? Do you love them too?”

That confused me. Of course I did. Why would she think otherwise? “I adore the girls, Victoria. Surely you know that by now.”

She studied me thoughtfully. “Even Rebecca…?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I love Becky, too.”

Victoria seemed satisfied with that. “Good.” Smiling lazily, she ran her fingers through my hair. “Let’s go to sleep now. I’ll enjoy waking up next to you very much, I think.”

We came together in one last kiss, our tongues engaging in a brief pas de deux, then lay down, our bodies entwined.

Victoria seemed to doze off right away, but a twinge of curiosity kept me awake. Why did she want to know if I loved the girls… Becky in particular? It seemed like a casual enough question, though knowing my lady, I suspected it was anything but. Still, it had been a long, eventful day, and I was quite weary. Pondering the meaning of Victoria’s words, I drifted into slumber.

Onward to Chapter Eleven!

 

Ripples, Chapter 40

  • Posted on November 13, 2024 at 3:27 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

Later, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Weeks later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices seven-year-old Poppy behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

It was seven-thirty in the morning, a cloudless sky promising good weather. With a hearty yawn, Laura let herself into the Matthews residence, calling out, “Hello?” when she heard movement in the kitchen.

Hearing Jess reply, “In here!” Laura entered to find her older sibling preparing breakfast.

“Morning, sis.” Laura glanced around. “Where is everyone?”

“Mum should be down in a minute, and the girls are just getting up.”

Laura turned to the door and listened. No one on the stairs. “In that case…” Quickly advancing toward Jess, she claimed her big sister’s mouth in a brief but intensely hungry kiss.

“Thanks, love,” Jess cooed as Laura broke away. “Christ, I needed that.”

“You deserve a hell of a lot more after last night, sis. I don’t think I’ve ever had better phone sex – and let’s face it, I’m a dyke of vast experience. You got me so keyed up, I had to rub myself off again before I turned the light out!”

Jess chuckled. “Oh, you inspire me, baby sister.” She moved in for another kiss, but was interrupted by the sound of feet on the stairs. A moment later, their mother entered.

Ann beamed at the sight of her youngest daughter. “Good morning, Laura!” They touched lips to each other’s cheeks in turn.

“Morning, Mum. Say, Jess told me last night that you want to talk to us… something about the business. Anything we should be concerned about?”

Accepting a cup of tea from Jessica, Ann seated herself at the table. “It’s nothing definite yet, so I can’t really go into any detail… but I’ve decided to look into selling the business, or at least some of it.”

Jess looked a little surprised. “That’s what you wanted to discuss? Why all the secrecy?”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure how the two of you would take it. Your father spent his life building the firm, after all.”

Jess rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Mum, it’s your business every bit as much as his. Dad told me more than once that he couldn’t have done it without you. So if you want to take a step back from it all, or even sell… well, we understand.”

“She’s right, Mum,” said Laura. “In fact, I think you should sell. You’ve worked long enough. Time to put the briefcase and those grey pantsuits away. Get out there and enjoy life.” Especially now that you’re thinking about switching to the lesbian side, she was tempted to add, but thought better of it.

“Thank you, girls. I’ve been taking a less hands-on approach for a few months, and the cruise was my way of making certain the firm could function without me. So it’s just a matter of deciding whether to make a clean break and sell up entirely, or retain a percentage. I’ve had my accountant and lawyer working on it, and putting out some informal feelers for potential buyers. It might come as something of a surprise to you both, but it seems we’re talking about at least several million pounds.”

“That much?” Jess exclaimed. “Well done, Mum.”

“It’s just money,” Anne said with a shrug. “Oh, it’s good to have it. But what matters most is being able to spend more time with you and the girls. Of course, there’s Rachel and her two as well.”

Just then, Alice entered the kitchen, Katie and Poppy close behind. Of course, they had to greet Auntie Laura, Poppy gave her gran a big hug… and everything went on pause while good-mornings were exchanged and hugs shared.

The front doorbell rang. “That’ll be Rachel and the girls,” murmured Jess, rolling her eyes. “Looks like Rach forgot her key again. Can you please get that, Alice?”

“Sure, Mum!” And she dashed out, soon returning hand in hand with a beaming Bella. Rachel followed with little Cindy.

“Hello, Ann,” said Rachel, warmly hugging her lover’s mother.

Good morning, my dear,” Ann replied, then turned to Bella and Cindy. “Hello, girls. Lovely to see you again.”

“So, Ann…” said Rachel, “my daughters have a question for you.”

Cindy stepped forward. “Umm, Mrs. Clark? Would you mind if we called you ‘Gran’ from now on? We’ve not got a real grandmother anymore, you see… but if Alice, Katie and Poppy are our sisters, and Jessica is our new mum, well…”

Looking from Cindy to Bella, Ann broke into an enormous smile. “I’d be honoured, girls.” She opened her arms, and the two girls raced into them.

When they broke their embrace, Laura clapped her hands briskly. “Come on now, girls, your mums need to get ready to go. Poppy, Katie, Alice… you three need to finish breakfast and get dressed. We’re going out!”

“Where?” asked Bella.

“Oh, you’ll like this. There’s a circus and fair taking place at Willett’s. We’ll spend the day there, then go out for pizza tonight.”

As the kitchen rang with cheers, Rachel took Ann’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks,” she whispered. “My girls have been planning to ask you that since last night. They think the world of you.”

“I feel the same way about them,” Ann replied. “And about you, Rachel. It makes me very happy, having an even bigger family. More to love!”

Rachel just smiled. Oh, my dear, sweet Ann… you’ve no idea just how true those words are.

Twenty minutes later, Jess and Rachel said their goodbyes. Climbing into Rachel’s car, they set off for the Oxford tube, a gaggle of young girls waving through the family room window.

***

After enjoying a long, active day at the garden centre, then gorging themselves on pizza, the five girls were ready for bed earlier than usual… which fit in nicely with Laura’s plans for the remainder of the evening. They said their goodnights to Ann, then Laura led the youngsters upstairs to Alice’s room.

Carefully shutting the door, Laura told them, “If you girls want to have sex tonight, you can, but do it quietly, okay? If your gran catches any of you fucking, it’ll spoil everything. Not to mention that you’ll also catch holy hell from your mums when they get back. And me. Got it?”

Thrilled at the prospect of playing sex games, the girls promised to keep the noise down. Then Cindy spoke up. “What will you be doing tonight, Auntie Laura?”

“Wanna come have fun with us?” Alice asked, to which Bella gave an eager nod.

“No fair!” Katie protested. “What about me and Cindy?”

“Hold on, hold on,” Laura said, raising a hand. “Much as I appreciate the offer, I’ve got other plans. Your gran doesn’t know it yet, mind… but I’m going to ask to share her bed tonight.”

“Ooooh!” Poppy squealed. “Are you gonna try to – to fuck her?”

“Oh, I doubt that will happen,” Laura replied with a shrug, “but I am hoping to have a long chat with her about sex with women. Tell her about some of the experiences I’ve had.”

“I’d like to hear about those, too,” said Alice.

Laura patted her niece’s knee. “Someday, sweetie. Anyway, if I’m lucky, I might get Mum to masturbate with me. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to kiss her. I don’t think she’s ready for full-on sex with a family member, though.”

“Maybe someday…” Poppy murmured wistfully.

“Goodnight, ladies,” said Laura, getting to her feet. “Remember what I said about being quiet. And don’t keep the fun going too late. You all need to be tucked up in bed and quiet before your gran comes upstairs.” Blowing them a kiss, she made her exit, leaving five eager-eyed young girls behind.

Bella glanced around at the others. “How are we doing this? Do we split up, or make it a big sex party?”

“Best not call it a party,” Alice observed. “Parties are noisy.”

The girls began to discuss their sleeping arrangements. Not that they intended to sleep any time soon…

***

Laura and Ann were in the living room, halfway through a bottle of wine and deep in conversation. They discussed how perfectly suited Jess and Rachel seemed to be, how well the girls got on with one another, and when Laura was going to find her own steady lover.

If you only knew, Mum, Laura mused, a smile on her lips. If you only knew.

Ann was filling her wine glass again. “So, darling, I’ve told you about my, er, recent interest in…” She tailed off.

“Sex with younger women? Yes, you have, Mum.”

Ann’s cheeks flushed a light pink. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but… yes. I wanted to ask about your last assignment. It was something about, um, parties. For women.”

“Yes, upmarket lesbian parties. Very exclusive, very private… though I’m sure you’d rate an invitation, Mum. Are you sure you want to hear all the details?”

“I think so, yes. If I’m going to date other women, then I need to know about these things.” Ann turned slightly toward her daughter at one end of the sofa, while Laura set her glass on the coffee table and brought one leg up onto the sofa to face her mum.

She knew her short skirt had ridden up high enough to expose her cherry-red panties, but when Ann’s eyes flickered down, Laura pretended not to notice.

“Fair enough, Mum,” she said. “Now, some of this might shock you, but try to keep an open mind. These parties are a great way to explore lesbian sex without committing to a relationship. You’ll probably want to settle down with a partner at some point, but before then, it’s a good idea to get yourself some hands-on experience.” And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the chance to give you some hands-on experience of my own!

Ann nodded thoughtfully. “I’m beginning to think you’re right about that. This kind of thing is still new to me… I should play the field for a bit before thinking about settling down.” She smiled. “So tell me: what sort of things do you get up to at these parties?”

Taken aback, Laura said, “You want to hear about… what I’ve done? Sexually?”

“Why not? I want to know what it’s like. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you… no matter how much of a slag you’ve been.”

“Mum!” Laura gasped, then she dissolved into laughter. “Well done. Didn’t see that coming!”

“Sorry, dear. I couldn’t resist,” Ann murmured, patting her daughter’s bare foot. “Seriously, though… you can be completely honest with me. Sex with women is a whole new world, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather turn to for advice on how to… to navigate it.”

“I appreciate that, Mum. What do you want to know?”

“If you’re willing, I really would like to hear about your experiences… the first time you were with a girl, some of the things you’ve tried. We’ll get to that, though. First, tell me more about those sex parties.”

“Okay, I will.” Laura did her best to maintain a relaxed exterior, but her heart was racing. So you want to know more about the lesbian life… and what I’ve done with my lovers? Dear Mum, you’re about to get an earful from a seasoned reporter. And if your knickers aren’t dripping wet once I’m done, I’ve lost my touch.

Lolling back in her chair, she began. “You know, swinger parties have been around for… oh, decades. It just made sense that someone would eventually throw a sex gathering that catered exclusively to gay women…”

She continued to spin her story, pleased to see Anne listening raptly.

***

After Jess and Rachel had reached London and checked into their hotel, they hit the shops for a most satisfying afternoon of retail therapy, Rachel suggested dining in Covent Garden after dropping off their purchases. They enjoyed a light lunch, during which Rachel spoke of a little shop nearby where they could pick up some sex toys for Jessica.

“You’ve got to bin that plastic museum piece you’ve been using to get yourself off, love,” Rachel declared as they set off through the streets. “Sex technology has come a long way since your uni days.”

“It’s not that bloody old,” Jess protested. “Besides, I almost never take care of myself any more. Christ, I’ve got a whole family of sex partners!” She paused. “Okay, I did use it the other night, but that’s only because Mum was sleeping over. If the girls aren’t to have sex while she’s there, then neither should I, even with you. It’s only fair.”

“I know, I know. Which is why your three are spending so much time at my house.” Rachel grinned. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

Jess shook her head, “That’s why we need to get Mum involved. I mean, she’ll be going back home on Thursday, but… well, I had a house key cut for her the other day. How could I not?”

“Mm. So Anne could drop in at any time,” said Rachel.

“And I’m happy with that! Except for, you guessed it, the possibility of her catching two or more of us in bed… or having it off on the kitchen table, for fuck’s sake. I did that to Katie a few weeks ago, when she got up before her sisters – took off her nightie and went down on her, right before putting out the breakfast plates. Can you imagine Mum seeing something like that?  Aside from the trouble it would cause, we might give her a heart attack!”

They paused at a traffic signal, and Rachel took Jessica’s hand. “All right now, love… let’s put the topic of your mother aside, at least for now. This is our getaway time, and we’re meant to be enjoying ourselves.”

“Sorry, Rach,” Jess murmured. “You’re right, of course.” The light changed, and they crossed the street, still hand in hand.

“In a few minutes, we’ll be crossing the threshold of the most amazing sex shop you’ve ever seen… and while we’re there, I expect you to wear a smile dazzling enough to thaw a glacier. Ah, here’s our street.”

Taking Jess off the main thoroughfare, Rachel let them down a side street crammed with small independent shops. Passing bespoke tailors, shirtmakers, men’s grooming suppliers, watchmakers, vintage bookstores, record shops, and several cafes ranging from small to tiny, they approached a small, discreetly-fronted shop that wasn’t likely to catch the eyes of most, not unless they stopped and had a good long look. The sign hanging over the entrance was of a leering black cat, hovering over the words Pads, Paws & Claws. The window display was fairly innocuous, mostly mannequins draped in tasteful lingerie, and nothing of the interior could be seen from the street.

A brass bell above the door jingled as Rachel opened it, and they stepped inside. To Jess’ eyes the shop put her in mind of the TARDIS, the time machine from Doctor Who. The entrance area didn’t appear large at first, but it was brightly lit and colourful, framed by racks and shelves that held the provocative garments you’d expect to find in such an establishment. From there, though, an open archway pointed to a much larger area that went back what appeared to be a considerable distance, until one noticed that the back wall of the shop was mirrored, making the space seem much larger than it was.

As Rachel closed the door, a voice with a slight accent Jess couldn’t quite place issued from an open doorway on the left. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Glancing about, Jess took a closer look at the lingerie, examining the seams, materials, and general construction. Quality stuff, she mused.

Her reverie was interrupted by a woman who breezed into the room and exclaimed, “Rachel Thomas, as I live and breathe! I haven’t seen you in ages, and you’ve not placed any online orders lately. I was beginning to think you’d repented your wicked ways and joined a convent.”

The shopkeeper was a slender Asian woman with long, shiny black hair… possibly Japanese? She seemed to be close to their age, but with her flawless skin she could have been a full decade younger.

Rachel laughed as she approached her friend. “Really, Dominique… could you even imagine me in a habit? Come to think of it, don’t you stock naughty nun outfits here?”

“I do… and I’d simply love to have you model one for me, with fishnet stockings and, let’s see… crimson lip gloss. No panties, of course.”

“Still the same dirty bitch, I see. And you can put your mind at rest, love – I’d never go to anyone else for my toys.”

They came together in a hug. Jess noticed that the woman was even shorter than Rachel. She wore a black leather mini-dress with lace-up sides and ankle boots.

Turning to study Jess, clearly liking what she saw, Dominique purred, “And who is this goddess, darling?”

“Dom, meet my lover Jessica. Jess, this is Dominique, purveyor of the best selection of sex gear this side of a Roman orgy.”

The woman patted Rachel’s shoulder. “And we’ve been to one of those, haven’t we? Sorry, Jessica – that was a long time ago. So, Rachel, this is who’s been keeping you away? I can certainly see why. Does this mean you’ve turned from the dark side for good? Only sharing your goodies with one partner? Not that I’d blame you – she’s exquisite.

Now blushing, Jess extended a hand, murmuring “Nice to meet you,” but instead, Dominique drew her into a warm embrace.

Breaking away the Asian beauty said, “Lovely to meet you, Jess. Well, what can I do for you lovebirds? I know what I’d like to do, but what are you after today?”

“Dom, we have a serious problem,” Rachel began. “Jessica’s toy box consists of one of those old hard plastic relics that sound like a buzzsaw. We need to get her sorted.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Stepping over to the door, Dominique flipped the Closed for Lunch sign around to face the street, then gestured toward the store’s interior. “Come with me.”

As they proceeded through the arch, Jess asked, “This place is a bit off the main area. Do you get many people in?”

“You’d be surprised. A lot of my business is through word of mouth, and I have many regulars, but online is my main source of revenue. I’ve got a couple of girls just fulfilling orders.”

Rachel snickered. “I bet that’s not all they’re fulfilling…”

Dominique smiled coquettishly over her shoulder at Jess. “Well, a girl’s got to get it where she can, after all. I also do parties at select customers’ homes, and the fetish scene these days is a bloody gold mine. Then there are the research and feedback groups for new products… that’s upstairs.”

This time it was Jess who responded. “Research, eh?”

“Just so.” With a knowing smile, Dominique led the women through to the rear of the store. Casting her eyes about, Jessica saw a dizzying display of sexual paraphernalia. There were dildos and vibrators in every imaginable size and shape, some of them astonishingly large. Racks of fetish clothing, shelves loaded down with bondage gear, sex dolls ranging from cheap inflatable plastic to life-like silicone, a room off to the side crammed with glossy sex mags and DVDs, a wicker basket filled with whips – whatever the kink, Dominique’s shop seemed to encompass it.

“I’ve got some new things in that I know you’ll enjoy,” Dom said. “Have a look round while I put a selection together.”

Jess and Rachel spent the best part of an hour browsing, marvelling and laughing as they filled a basket with purchases. Most of these were for Jessica, but a few items caught Rachel’s eye, particularly a remote control Bluetooth vibrator that linked to one’s phone. There was also a double strapon that she couldn’t resist, designed to penetrate a lover’s cunt and anus simultaneously.

“I’ll be using this one on you, love,” Rachel told Jessica, brandishing the toy like a weapon. “Ever taken it in both holes at once?”

“No, never,” Jess replied, “and I probably won’t be able to sit down for a few days afterward… but sod it, I’m willing.”

That’s the spirit!” Dominique exclaimed. “Hang on to this one, Rach – she’s a find!”

The tour continued, and a few more purchases found their way into the basket. Rachel looked longingly at a Sybian, but decided it was much too bulky to take on the coach.

“I’m bringing the car next time,” she muttered, caressing the eight-inch cock attached to the fuck machine. “Christ almighty, imagine the fun you could have with this!”

Jess made sure Dom was out of earshot, then whispered, “You’d have to keep it under lock and key, you know. Otherwise, the girls will want to give it a go.”

Rachel grimaced. “Mmm. Didn’t think of that.”

Once they’d plumbed the delights of the shop, Dominique led her customers to the register. As they paid for the basket’s contents, she asked, “So, ladies… what are you up to this evening?”

Rachel replied, “We have a matinee show, then dinner, and then…” She shook her bag of purchases, “it’s back to the hotel to road-test our new goodies.”

This prompted a very significant smile from the shop owner. “Tell you what… if you need some expert advice on how best to use these toys, I’d be happy to provide that extra service. No charge, of course!’’

Rachel thought it over. “Well, we’ve escaped my two girls and Jessica’s three for the night to enjoy some uninterrupted fucking… What do you think, Jess – shall we pass up Dom’s kind offer, or are you up for some real fun?”

Jess returned Dominique’s smile. “This was supposed to be a bit of one-on-one time, but I think maybe a two-on-one would be fun. Besides, I’d like to hear about this Roman orgy you mentioned. And anything else Rachel got up to before I saved her from a life of debauchery.”

“What’s wrong with debauchery?” Rachel protested. “It’s the best bloody thing the Romans gave us… except roads and plumbing, I suppose.”

Dominique smiled at the exchange. “This is going to be an interesting night.”

Rachel wrote down their hotel and room number on one of Dom’s business cards. They agreed to meet at eight, then exchanged goodbyes.

Acting on impulse, Jess leaned down and gently kissed the petite Asian on the mouth, murmuring, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Her eyes gleaming, Dominique replied, “And I’m looking forward to shagging your arse off. See you both at eight.”

Making their way back to the hotel, Jess gave Rachel a thoughtful look. “So… a Roman orgy, was it? Seems to me you have some more stories to tell.”

“Maybe I have, lover… but the stories I’m making with you and our little harem are much more exciting.” Rachel shook her head. “It’s a damned shame we can’t share them with anyone.”

“Can you imagine?” Jess said. “I doubt it’s easy to shock your friend Dom, but if she knew what we get up to with the girls…oh, my goodness!”

“She’d be dead impressed,” Rachel agreed.

Upon returning to their room, Jess and Rachel relaxed for a while, then freshened themselves up for the show. They were both feeling randy, but elected to save the mood for later, settling instead for a few heated kisses. Afterwards, they had a light pasta supper in a little Italian bistro recommended by the concierge, returning to their room in time to shower and dress before Dominique was due to arrive.

They didn’t bother with dresses, just slipped into harness-style strappy lingerie sets they’d purchased, aubergine-hued basques with half-cup bras that left their breasts exposed. These were accompanied by black stockings attached to suspenders, topped off with stiletto heels more suited to posing than walking.

Just after eight, there was a knock on the door. Rachel peered through the spy hole… sure enough, it was Dominique, who entered wearing a knee-length coat. Dropping her bag, she gave Rachel a brief kiss before stepping back to appraise her outfit.

Rachel did a twirl before posing with hands on hips. “We thought we’d model these for you. What’s the verdict?”

“Absolutely scrumptious. I knew this would look incredible on you, Rach.” She glanced around the room.  Where’s your other half, then?” That was the cue for Jess to step out of the bathroom.

Dominique whistled as she took in the imposing sight of her friend’s lover. Jessica was easily six feet in her new heels, lustrous red hair spilling over her shoulders. She was dressed identically to Rachel, with one crucial difference: Jess sported another of her new purchases, one that jutted defiantly from her groin.

Dominique’s eyes dropped to the strap-on. “Hello, Jessica,” she cooed. “My, that’s an impressive way to be greeted. Have you got a licence for that?”

Noting their guest’s overcoat, Jess said, “Lovely to see you again, Dominique. I must say, though, that you seem… overdressed for this party.”

“Well, I could hardly stroll through the lobby wearing this,” Dom replied, slipping out of the coat, then casually draping it over a nearby chair.

Jess looked her up and down, smiling appreciatively. “I don’t know; it might be good for business.”

Dominique did cut an impressive figure, decked out in a black PVC minidress, low-cut with a full length zip, coupled with thigh-high stiletto-heeled latex stocking boots. Two or three inches of pale thigh could be seen, set off starkly by the dark hue of the boots and skirt.

Drawn as if by a magnet, Jess drifted towards the petite Asian, reaching out to run a finger over her breast, nodding approvingly at the squeak of the shiny material before thrusting her hand beneath the skirt that barely covered Dominique’s mons. There she was delighted to find bare, juicy flesh, completely innocent of underwear.

“Just as I thought,” Jess purred. Gazing into Dom’s warm brown eyes, she slipped her finger into the moist opening, then brought it to her mouth, sampling the flavour. Reaching up to cradle Dominique’s chin, Jess bent to kiss her – lightly at first, then with a mounting passion.

Sensing her lover standing nearby, Jess relinquished the kiss, letting Rachel take her place. The two women swapped tongues for a while, then Rachel broke away, turning back to Jess. While they kissed, the small Asian woman moved in to take the tip of Jessica’s nipple between her lips, barely needing to bend her head. Then Rachel leaned down to suck the other nipple in her mouth, and Jess moaned, trembling inside with the need for release.

The stolen kisses and furtive caresses she’d made do with during her mum’s visit had been enjoyable enough, but Jess desperately needed to get down and dirty with a lover; to fuck and be fucked. This day in London was exactly what the doctor ordered, and she intended to be utterly sated by the time they got home.

After lavishing attention on Jessica’s tits, Rachel and Dom kissed again… and this time, Jess joined her tongue to theirs.

A long moment later, Dominique broke away, her eyes flashing with lust. “Well, ladies, it seems we’re dispensing with the small talk, so let’s get this party started.” Dropping to her knees, she took the tip of the flesh-coloured dildo Jess was sporting into her mouth, then its entire length. Jess was shocked by how much of it disappeared down the woman’s throat.

As Dom lavished attention on the silicone cock, Jess turned to Rachel. “Why don’t you get our guest properly warmed up for us, lover?”

Getting down on all fours, Rachel reached beneath the PVC dress to finger her friend’s cunt. Once she was satisfied that Dominique was well lubricated enough, she brought her hand to her mouth, purring like a contented cat as she savoured the taste of pussy – always familiar, yet so enticingly different.

Jess reached down to touch Dom’s shoulder. “Shall we?” she murmured, gesturing toward the bed.

“Thought you’d never ask,” the Asian woman replied.

As Dominique stood, Jess took hold of the zip, tugging it down to expose the woman’s bare breasts, then her belly, then her impeccably shaved mons. Fuck – she’s a right stunner, Jess mused. Bet she’s got a fit arse, too.

With a gentle nudge, Jess pushed Dom back on the bed. As the petite lesbian lay back, gazing up at the imposing goddess towering over her, Jess went to her knees and parted Dom’s legs. She took a moment to admire the woman’s baby-smooth cunt, then bent to press her mouth into the hot, juicy labia.

It had been ages since Jess tasted a new lover’s pussy, and she was determined to enjoy it. Bringing her tongue into play, she licked from clitoris to anus as she dipped two fingers in and out of Dominique’s cunt, coaxing forth a steady flow of honey. In her peripheral vision she saw Rachel bend down to kiss her old friend, then drift downward to take a taut nipple between her lips.

Getting to her feet, Jessica mounted Dom, placing the tip of the strap-on against the opening to the sexy Asian’s vagina, then bent down to share a messy kiss with her. They swapped tongues for a long, lovely while, then Jess broke away, carefully easing the full nine inches of the dildo into her new lover.

“M-my, aren’t you eager!” Dom gasped as Jessica abruptly began to withdraw the silicone cock, then she moaned as it entered her again. Seated on the bed next to the coupling women, Rachel watched the glistening sex toy move in and out with each thrust of her partner’s hips. After a dozen or so strokes, she swung a leg over Dominique’s head, lowering her pussy to the brunette’s waiting mouth.

Jess made the tempo of the fucking harder; faster. Rachel leaned forward to engage her in a torrid kiss, humming her approval when Dom’s hot, sucking mouth got to work down below.

Maintaining a steady rhythm, Jessica varied the depth and angle of penetration until she sensed both her lovers approaching orgasm – then she increased the force of her thrusts, working her body like a piston until Dominique went off, screaming into Rachel’s cunt.

As Jess withdrew her cock, Rachel dismounted Dom’s face, then bent down to sample and savour the pussy nectar from her friend’s lips. With a happy sigh, Dominique responded, wrapping both arms round Rachel’s body as their kiss deepened.

Jess carefully stood, taking a moment to stretch her back and legs, the dildo still angling from her groin. The glistening toy caught Rachel’s eye, and she hastened to take it into her mouth..

Once she’d cleaned it of Dominique’s essence, Rachel grinned at the others. “Christ almighty, I do love the taste of pussy.”

By then, Dom had raised herself up on both elbows. “My goodness… Now, that was a very impressive welcome. Time for me to return the favour, I’d say.”

“Well, you and I have had ours,” Rachel murmured. “On the other hand, Jess is probably panting for it by now.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a good hard shag,” said Jessica. Unbuckling the harness, she handed the strap-on apparatus to Rachel.

“Oh, I’ve got something a little different in mind. Dom, love, I think we should give Jess her first taste of DP action.”

“Just the job!” Dom said, sitting up. “Count me in.”

Jessica’s brow furrowed. “Um… DP?”

“Double penetration,” Rachel answered, placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder. “Basically, we fuck you in your cunt and arse at the same time. We touched on that back at Dom’s shop. Think you’re up for it now?”

Glancing from one woman to the other, Jess was at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, she shrugged. “Why not? Let’s do this.”

“You won’t be sorry, love.” Rachel turned to her friend. “Which side of Jess do you want, Dom – her front, or her back?”

“I’ll take the front,” Dominique replied. “I like kissing my lovers when I fuck them.”

Rachel handed her the strap-on Jess had just removed. “In that case, you’d better use this one. It’s too big for back door action.”

Dom pointed to her bag. “Take a look in there. You’ll find just what you need.”

Opening the leather satchel, Rachel rooted around for a moment, then produced another set of straps, this one accompanied by a smaller cock – about six inches. She stepped into the harness and deftly fastened it about her waist as Dom did the same.

They stood before a wide-eyed Jess, who shook her head. “Bloody hell, the things I do for love…”

Rachel snickered. “Believe me, this is the kind of love you’ll feel right down to your fucking toes.” Turning to Dominique, she gestured toward the bed, “Your move, I think.”

Dom climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back again, the dildo arching up from her pelvis like a flesh-coloured rocket, all but inviting Jess to mount it. She moved to straddle the smaller woman, placed the bulbous head at her opening, then slowly lowered herself, the silicone cock sliding into her with a juicy squishing sound.

“Oh, yes,” Jessica moaned, a shiver twitching through her limbs. She peered up at Rachel. “Okay, I’m – I’m ready now. G-give it to me, lover.”

“Serving it up, nice and hot,” Rachel murmured. The difference in height made it tricky, but then Jess finally bent to kiss Dom as Rachel eased the black, veined dildo into her partner’s arse. The two women quickly fell into a mutual rhythm and pace, and were soon pounding Jess relentlessly.

It felt incredible, Jess decided. There was a certain amount of pain, but the sheer ecstasy of taking it in both holes at once made up for it and then some. She fought against coming, wanting to ride this out as long and far as possible, but the rising storm soon grew too powerful to withstand.

“Oh, God… OH GOD!” she howled, her body gone bone-rigid for an instant, then it shook violently as she went off in the mother of all orgasms. Her voice rose to a squeal, then she collapsed atop Dominique, lost to the world.

Somewhere through the static clouding her brain, Jess heard Rachel’s voice. “Fuck me… I think we broke her!”

“I bloody well hope not,” Dom said, pausing to nuzzle Jessica’s neck. “The evening’s still young, and I plan to keep this pussy party going until the wee hours.”

Jessica’s eyes popped open. “Well, I won’t be the one to put a stop to the festivities,” she declared, rolling off Dom’s body and onto her back. Languidly stretching her limbs, she added, “Who’s for it next?”

In truth, she was fairly knackered after that incredible two-way shag, but Jess was determined to keep up with her companions, to wring every possible ounce of pleasure out of this overnight getaway. “C’mere, you two,” she purred, extending her arms. They met in a three-way kiss, allowing it to linger.

Dom eventually pulled away, shrugging out of her half-removed dress. “Best get out of those new things, ladies. Don’t want them getting ripped when things get really wild.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “As opposed to the innocent games we’ve been indulging in thus far,” she said, but did as her friend suggested, slipping out of her basque.

Kicking off her high heels, pausing for a moment to rub her feet, Jess said, “Don’t forget, Dominique… you were going to tell me all Rachel’s naughty secrets. I suspect her past is much wilder than she led me to believe.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off before I could get in your knickers, love,” Rachel protested, but with a smile.

Now nude, Dom stretched out on the bed, placing both hands behind her head. “I first met Rachel in a dyke bar in Soho,” she began. “The Pink Pocket, to be specific. I was looking to get fucked, and she was in town for… what was it, Rach? A restaurateurs convention?”

“Oh, something like that,” Rachel replied with a shrug. “I checked into the hotel, but didn’t attend any of those wretched seminars. I only came to visit The Pocket. I’d heard it was the hottest lesbian hangout in London… and that’s when I was getting into women in a big way.”

Dom laughed. “That’s our Rachel… nothing in moderation! Anyhow, I introduced myself, then we went back to her hotel and fucked like minks. She and I have been mates ever since.” Casually placing a hand on her vulva, she continued. “And after that? Hmmm, let me see…”

She went on to describe their clandestine meetings, the sex parties they’d both attended, a foursome they had enjoyed with two butch bikers (“I could barely sit down for a week afterward!” Rachel confessed), even a sex toy demonstration where Dominique had volunteered to be tied up and fucked before an audience of enthusiastic housewives, Rachel very much included.

In the midst of this, Rachel’s husband Brian had come to the conclusion that his preference for men was too strong for him to remain married. “I couldn’t even tempt him into a threesome with another bloke,” she sighed. “Well, at least he wasn’t a complete shit like your ex, Jess. I still dream of giving him a swift kick in the bollocks.”

“So what about you, Jess?” Dominique asked. “Any juicy secrets of your own?”

“Oh, Jessica was a model of suburban perfection,” said Rachel, affecting a posh air.

“Until you came along, that is.” Turning to Dom, Jess said, “She corrupted me with pornography when I was vulnerable… then when she stuffed her tongue in my mouth, I was done for. Another victim of the gay agenda, that was me!”

“You wanted it, you slag. It takes two to tango, after all.”

Dom sat up. “The tango, is it? Don’t know about you lot, but I’ve got a far more wicked dance in mind.” She lunged out for Rachel, forcing her down to the bed. “I haven’t tasted your cunt in ages.”

Rachel spread her legs wide apart. “See if it’s as good as you remember.”

Jess was content to watch at first, gently masturbating as she watched Dominique go down on her lover. Then Rachel urged Dom to swivel round into a sixty-nine, and the view of the petite Asian’s arse proved too much for Jess to resist. Climbing onto the bed, Jess spread Dom’s buttocks and began to lick her anus.

It was thirsty work, though, so she paused after a moment. “I think this calls for champagne,” she said, almost to herself. Without waiting for a response, she rose to check the drinks menu, then dialled room service from the bedside phone.

She returned to the bed, where they swapped around to form a daisy chain – Dominique got her first taste of Jessica, while Jess ate Rachel, who was licking Dom.

A few minutes later, there was a knock. Jess slid off the bed, padding toward the door. “That must be room service.” Peeking through the spy hole, she turned back to the others. “It’s a girl… a cute one!”

“Are you two thinking what I’m thinking?” Rachel murmured.

“Oooh, I like, I like,” cooed Dominique.

Jess grasped the doorknob. “Carry on, you two – let’s give her a real show!”

Dom and Rachel hastily got back into their sixty-nine as Jess opened the door. Poking her head round the gap, Jess saw a young girl with pixie-cut blonde hair, perhaps in her late teens, dressed in a black and white maid’s uniform. The girl bore a tray that held a bottle in an ice bucket and three champagne flutes.

Gesturing the girl inside, Jess pointed to the dressing table. “Can you put it over there, please?”

The girl passed Jess without looking and walked straight to the dresser, but the ice bucket nearly slid off the tray as she saw the sex toys on the table. She managed to set the tray down, then gasped when she looked into the mirror, startled by the sight of Rachel and Dominique making love. She spun round, only to find a naked Jess right behind.

The flustered maid was glancing from Jess to the lovers on bed, finally staring at the floor. Her cheeks flushed a vivid pink as she stammered, “Sorry, I didn’t… I mean, um …”

Dominique twisted her head round to wink at the girl, and Rachel stopped eating Dom’s cunt long enough to exclaim, “Don’t mind us!” then returned to licking.

Gesturing to get the maid’s attention, Jess murmured, “Would you mind opening the bottle, please?”

Somehow, the young girl’s cheeks reddened even more. “Erm, yes. Of course.”

She turned back to the dresser, but her eyes kept flicking back to the mirror as she lifted the bottle from the ice, wrapped a large white napkin round it and fumbled with the foil and wire muselet, then struggled with the cork. As it pulled free with a loud pop, noises of impending climax came from the bed.

The champagne began to erupt, splashing the girl’s sleeve and the dresser before she managed to stop the flow with the napkin. Taking a deep breath, she carefully poured some into a glass. “S-sorry about the mess,” she whispered.

Jess smiled kindly. “That’s okay, sweetie… we won’t tell anyone.”

The girl filled the other two flutes, then placed the bottle back into the bucket. She stole a glance at the bed, just in time to see the two lovers separating, then lying back, legs akimbo to expose their juicy cunts.

Jess reached out to gently touch the maid’s arm. “Thank you, love. I hear a trace of an accent, don’t I? May I ask where you’re from?”

“Slovenia, Madam.”

“You’re very pretty, you know. I bet you have lots of boys asking you out.”

“N-not really, Madam.”

“Or maybe girls?”

The maid clearly didn’t know where to direct her eyes – at the women on the bed, the beautiful tall redhead standing naked only inches away, or her own feet. “No, Madam. I mean… I do not have so much time to go on dates. Here, we must work many hours.”

“Mmm, that’s a shame. A lovely young girl like you should be having fun.” In her most sultry voice, she added, “Like we are.”

“Taking one last sideways glance at the bed, the maid began to edge toward the door. “Um, I must…”

Jess raised her hand. “Hold on… I’ll get you your tip.”

“Oh… there is no need, Madam.”

“Nonsense! I insist. Just let me get my purse…”

As Jess picked up her bag from the chair where she’d left it, she made a point of bending low, giving the girl an especially lewd view of her bum. In the meantime, Rachel and Dominique got out of bed, padding over to the dresser to get their champagne. The girl seemed more nervous than ever, trying to find something to focus on that wasn’t bare skin.

Jess returned to the maid’s side with her purse, from which she took a £20 note. “Here you are… what’s your name?”

“Valentina, Madam.”

“That’s lovely… it suits you. Well, here you are, Valentina.”

A faint smile broke across the girl’s face as her eyes slightly widened, surprised by this woman’s generosity. “Thank you, madam. Thank you.”

Dominique sidled near her. “You know… we could give you more than a tip. Much more.” She ran a finger along one of the dildos. “We could show you a night you’d never forget.”

The girl reddened. ‘I… I d-don’t…”

“Now, now, Dominique. Don’t frighten her.” Jess turned back to Valentina. “I apologise for my friend. That said… if you’re interested, we could give you a taste of the fun you’ve been missing. What time do you finish?”

Valentina hesitated, then whispered, “In half of an hour.”

“Well, then… once you’ve clocked out, why don’t you join us?”

“I – I don’t know. I have to get home. My flatmate, she is expecting me.”

“You could tell her you had a customer service emergency. I think you liked watching my friends, and I suspect you’re more than a little curious. You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?”

“No,” Valentina replied, looking away.

“Well, this is a golden opportunity for you to try it. It’s an experience every woman should have at least once – and I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself.” Jess lightly touched a fingertip under the girl’s chin. “Won’t you think about it, at least…?”

Valentina, still visibly nervous, answered, “I d-don’t know. Maybe. Uh, I must get back to work now.” Hastening to the door, she opened it and slipped out into the hallway, taking one last over her shoulder before vanishing.

Before Jess closed the door, she watched as the maid hurried down the corridor. Turning to the others, she said, “Do you think she’ll be back?”

“Oh, my God… we are soooo awful!” Rachel exclaimed, pressing both hands to her head. “Especially you, Jessica Matthews!”

“Listen, compared to your sordid past, I’m only making up for lost time.” Falling back onto the bed, Jess put her sex on full display. “After that, I’m ready for another round. Who’ll do the honours?”

Taking their glasses and the bottle, Rachel and Dom moved back to the bed. There, they teamed up to have their way with Jess, orally servicing her cunt and arse until she shivered in ecstasy, muffing her screams with a snatched-up pillow.

A brief rest later, the three women engaged in a general free-for-all, making liberal use of the sex toys from Dominique’s store – including a few others Dom had packed along in her satchel.

As they lay side by side, Jess picked up her watch from the bedside table. Forty-five minutes had passed since the maid’s departure.

“Hmmm… no Valentina,” she said. “We must have scared her off.”

“A pity,” Dom said. “Still, there’s plenty of fun we can have. But first, I’ve got to spend a penny.” Getting to her feet, she made her way to the bathroom.

Jess turned to Rachel. “I’m so glad we did this, Rach. What we have at home is beautiful… but it’s been much too long since you and I have had time for us.” She smiled. “Which isn’t to say that we won’t be shagging the arses off our girls at the first opportunity.”

“I love you, Jess,” Rachel whispered.

“And I love you.” Drifting into an embrace, they kissed – starting slowly and sensually, soon building into a lusty fervour.

When they heard a light tap on the door, Rachel and Jess broke apart, looking at the door, then each other, too surprised to move. A heartbeat later, Dom emerged from the bathroom, halting in mid-step when she saw their faces. “What?” she said.

“A knock!” Rachel hissed. “Answer it, answer it!”

Dom hurried to the door, opening it just in time to see Valentina turning away. “Please, do come in!” she quickly said. “We were beginning to think you wouldn’t come back.”

The girl had changed out of her uniform, but she looked exquisite in a short denim skirt and vest-top with a light jacket, and a pair of tan flats. She stood stock-still for a moment, perhaps weighing her options. Opening the door a bit wider, Dom gestured to her to enter.

Valentina slowly stepped across the threshold, first taking a quick glance in either direction of the corridor. As she advanced into the room, Dominique gently closed the door behind her. Valentina flinched ever so slightly, as if her avenue of escape had been cut off.

Looking up, Valentina spoke. “I… I was soon to go home to my flat, but…” She fell silent.

This won’t do, Jess told herself. We’ve got to put this girl at ease.

Luckily, Dominique knew what to say. Placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, she spoke in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry, love – we understand. You want to see what it’s like to be with a woman, perhaps even try it for yourself… but you’re feeling a bit shy, aren’t you?” Valentina gave a quick nod. “There’s nothing at all wrong with that. In fact, I think it’s very sweet.” Reaching out, Dom took the young Slovenian’s hand. “So… can I take your jacket? And everything else you’re wearing?”

Valentina gaped at Dominique for a moment… then she laughed, her tension easing slightly.

Placing a hand on the girl’s back, Dom urged her further into the room. “My name is Dominique, Dom for short. As for my friends… the brunette with those incredible tits is my old friend Rachel, and the gorgeous redhead is her lover Jessica. I only met Jess today, but we’ve been getting to know one another.”

“I am happy to meet all of you,” Valentina began. “It is true, I have never done sex with a woman. But I am… curious, as you say.” She gave a small shrug. “Maybe to love women is right for me.”

“Here, allow me…” Dom took the girl’s bag, then helped her out of the jacket. “Well, Valentina, this much I promise: whether or not you’re meant to be with women, you’ll know the answer before you leave.” With a smile she added, “Me, I think that answer will be ‘yes’. My friends and I are very good teachers.”

She picked up a glass, filled it with the last of the champagne and passed it to the girl. “Here, drink this. I think you could use it.” Hesitantly taking the flute, Valentina downed the contents in a gulp.

Dominique turned to Jess and Rachel, still nestled together on the bed, “Ladies, why don’t you show our new friend what you were doing before she knocked.”

The two lovers returned to sharing heated kisses, fondling each other everywhere they could reach. Soon Jess had a hand between Rachel’s thighs, working two fingers in and out of her partner’s cunt. Rachel was spreading her legs apart, displaying everything for their guest.

Valentina was standing motionless with the empty glass in her left hand, mesmerised. Her cheeks were flushed pink again – though at this point, she seemed more aroused than embarrassed.

Dom sidled up to the girl. Plucking the glass from her hand and setting it on the table, she slipped an arm round Valentina’s waist. “Have you ever kissed another girl, at least?”

Valentina shook her head. “Not that way,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from Rachel and Jess as they made love.

“But you are here now., That’s because you’ve thought about it. You’re wondering what it’s like to kiss soft lips, to feel them caress your body. You want to stroke a woman’s skin, to feel the heat between her legs. You want to taste a woman… and have her taste you.”

Valentina turned to Dom, biting her lower lip. The girl’s steel-blue eyes portrayed confusion, longing, excitement. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft as a prayer. “Yes… I want to.” Her eyes slowly drifted shut.

Dominique allowed her hand to drift down Valentina’s back until she was stroking the young Slovenian’s bum. Meeting no resistance, Dom reached up to place her other hand on the front of the girl’s vest, pleased to realise she’d removed a bra. She fondled Valentina’s breast, then trailed the other hand upward to cup the girl’s chin, finally drawing her in for a kiss.

It was feather-light at first, and their mouths barely touched. Then Dominique made the kiss more insistent, the tip of her tongue darting between the dazed teen’s lips. Valentina froze for an instant, then began to respond, her own tongue timidly coming to life.

As Valentina slowly succumbed to this more insistent kiss, Dom found the zip on the back of the girl’s skirt and carefully started to lower it, half-expecting a hint of resistance. There was none – instead, she felt Valentina’s arms twine round her bare back. Emboldened, Dominique reached for the strap of the maid’s vest and pushed it off her shoulder, then tugged the thin cotton material down to expose Valentina’s breasts. Abruptly breaking the kiss, Dom dipped her head to take a hardened nipple between her lips.

When a violent shiver passed through the teen’s frame, Dom gave the zip one final tug, and the skirt slid down to ring Valentina’s ankles. As if on automatic pilot, the girl stepped out of the skirt, then the flats, leaving her in the vest and a pair of skimpy blue knickers.

Dominique slipped a hand beneath the vest, then gently scraped a red lacquered fingernail down Valentina’s torso until she was touching the front of her panties. A low moan escaped Valentina’s lips as Dom’s finger brushed against the material, then pressed it into the cleft of her vagina.

Jess and Rachel paused in their lovemaking to watch, fondling one another as Dominique casually seduced their guest. “She’s beautiful,” Jess whispered. “Mmm, those legs. Wouldn’t you like to have them wrapped round your head?”

Before Rachel could reply, Valentina’s eyes drifted open, widening when she saw the two lovers studying her. The girl paled slightly, as if realising for the first time what she’d let herself in for, but then she gave Jess and Rachel a timid smile… and a brief nod.

That was enough for Jessica. Rising to her feet, she approached Valentina, Rachel close behind, the teen glancing from one to the other as they flanked her on either side. Rachel and Dom took hold of the vest and tugged it over her head, then Dom draped it over the back of a nearby chair before returning to the girl’s breasts. She extended her tongue to flick a taut nipple… and this time, Valentina reached out to cradle the petite Asian’s head to her chest. Her eyes met those of Rachel, who drew the girl in for a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Jess knelt before the nearly-naked Valentina, bent on stripping her off completely. Taking hold of the waistband, she slowly tugged the teen’s panties down to her feet, then helped remove them completely, gazing hungrily at Valentina’s cunt. Her bush was thick and full, not quite concealing pink labia, and the scent was thick, rich and intoxicating.

As if hypnotised, Jessica moved in to nuzzle the girl’s belly, pausing to playfully tease her belly button with a flick of the tongue, then trailed a long lick downward to her vaginal cleft. She opened Valentina’s slit with two fingers, then buried her mouth in the juicy flesh.

“Ohhh!” Valentina cried. “Oh, yes…”

Jess thrust her tongue into the girl’s opening, rolled it around a few times, then stood to be confronted by a very dazed young maid. Rachel was nibbling Valentina’s neck, so it was time for Jess to claim a kiss, giving the teen a taste of her own pussy. Valentina responded eagerly, licking her essence from her new friend’s lips.

When Jess broke away, she glanced at her friends inquisitively, grinning when she saw agreement in their eyes. As one, they gently guided Valentina onto the bed, urging her to lie back. She lay looking up at the three women as they carefully sat; one on each side, one between her open legs.

Jess bent slightly to whisper, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

The girl seemed slightly overwhelmed, but gave a hesitant nod. “I… think so. Yes, I am.”

Lightly touching Valentina’s face, Jess bent to kiss her as Rachel lavished attention on the girl’s breasts. As for Dominique, she nestled between the teen’s legs, moving in to lick.

At the first touch of Dom’s skilled tongue, Valentina stiffened, then began to rock her body forward and back. She was already so worked up that her orgasm came down like a thunderstorm before two minutes had passed. But Dom kept right on licking the girl, so Jess and Rachel continued to pleasure her as well. And when Rachel slipped a hand between Valentina’s legs to tweak her clitoris, she cried out in a second climax, one so strong that for an instant, Jess wondered if the teen was having a seizure.

Valentina’s body was bowed, her jaw clenched, breath hissing through gritted teeth… then with a long, blissful sigh, she relaxed, sinking into the dampened sheets. After a long moment, she opened her eyes, looking up to see the smiling faces of her three lovers.

Rachel stroked the girl’s cheek. “My goodness… I’d say you were saving that one up!”

Gasping for breath, Valentina managed to say. “What – what did you do to me? That was… I have never felt something like that.”

The women exchanged amused glances. “Have you ever been with a boy?” Dominique asked.

“I… I had only two boyfriends back home, and I have b-been once with a man since I first come to England, but they were, how do you say it – quick, and did not make me… finish. The English man, he, er, used his mouth on me. It was good, but nothing like this.”

Jess bent to kiss the tip of Valentina’s nose. “Well, my little Slovenian princess, that was only a taste of what women can do with other women. We aren’t done with you yet!”

The girl furrowed her brow. “There is more? Um, I don’t know if I can do more.”

“Believe me, you can,” Dom purred. “Just wait. We’ll have you panting for it!”

A tiny smile. “Well, if you are sure…”

Following Dominique’s lead, Jess and Rachel began to caress Valentina everywhere, their fingers feather-light on her bare skin. Then they brought their mouths into play, adorning her with tender kisses on her arms, legs, feet, tummy, shoulders, hands.

By the time the three women took their foreplay to the next level – nibbling her ears, sucking her fingers, fondling her pert bum – Valentina was squirming restlessly, her cunt dripping with need. Still, they kept teasing the girl, fuelling her arousal to fever pitch.

“Please,” she finally whispered.

“Please?” Dom queried, pretending confusion. “What do you mean?”

“M-make me finish!” Valentina exclaimed. “I… I am panting for it, like you say.”

They set to work, each feasting on their guest’s cunt in turn, soon bringing her to another roaring climax. She actually blacked out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness in a blissful daze.

By the time Valentina caught her breath, she was in a giddy, glorious mood. Dominique asked her, “So, my sweet, are you ready to show us what you’ve learned…?”

“Yes!” Valentina quickly replied, shaking the bed as she bounced with excitement. “Yes, I will. I want to!”

Jess was first. She sat back against the stacked pillows, watching Valentina kneel between her legs.

“I never saw a woman so close,” the teen murmured, stroking Jessica’s cunt with the tips of her fingers. Looking up, she added, “You are beautiful, Jess,” and placed a shy kiss on the shaved slit. She paused to sample the flavour, then parted her lips, moving in for a proper taste.

Valentina’s first attempt at oral showed more intuition than skill, but her eagerness to please was more than enough to have Jess mewling with delight. Another convert to the cause, she told herself.

Dominique knelt behind the young immigrant, parting her buttocks, then licking between them. Valentina gave a hum of approval, but didn’t pause in her licking. Her juices were flowing freely, and Dom used them to moisten a finger before easing it into the girl’s rectum. A muffled cry burst from Valentina’s lips, and she raised her head to gulp down a deep breath before getting back to work.

Rachel was kissing Jess with every ounce of passion she had, pulling away at one point to whisper, “You beautiful bitch… my God, I fucking adore you,” before claiming her lover’s mouth again.

Seconds later, Valentina took Jessica’s swollen clit between her lips – that, coupled with Rachel’s words,  was enough to set Jess off like a firebomb. She bucked and thrashed about as her orgasm built to its apex, then went slack as it slowly waned, giving herself up to its blissful aftermath. She reached down to pat Valentina’s shoulder.

The teen responded by climbing on top of Jess to join her and Rachel in a torrid three-way kiss, swapping the tangy flavour of cunt between them. Drawing back, she shyly asked, “Was that… good?”

Breaking into a grin, Jess wrapped both arms around Valentina, hugging her close. “You were wonderful, love. Are you sure you’ve never gone down on a woman before?”

“No, never,” the maid replied, her face glowing with pride. “But I will again, this is for sure. I loved it!” She smiled at Rachel. “I want to – to do things with you now, give you those feelings.” Twisting around, she met the eyes of Dominique, whose finger was still buried in Valentina’s arse. “I will fuck you, too. All of you!” she declared, then broke into gleeful laughter.

“Oh, I think we can oblige,” Rachel purred, leaning back against the headboard. “Me, I’d like to see you shag Dom with the longest, thickest prick she’s got in that magic bag of hers.”

“I have just the thing,” Dominique murmured. Carefully extracting her finger from Valentina’s anus, she padded over to her bag and rummaged inside. “We’ve got a new line of strap-ons, named after Shakespeare plays. They come in three sizes. The eight-incher is called As You Like It, the ten-inch is The Merry Wives of Windsor, and then there’s this…” She produced a massive silicone cock that had to be at least twelve inches long. “The Taming of the Shrew..

“Let me guess,” Rachel said. “The two-incher is “Much Ado About Nothing.”

“I passed on that one,” Dom replied. Turning to Valentina, she proffered the toy. “How about it, Val? Care to fuck me with this?”

Sitting up, Valentina hesitantly reached out to take the strap-on, which she cradled in both hands. “Yes,” she said, getting to her feet. “You will show me how, and I will fuck you.”

That’s the spirit!” Dom said. “Here, I’ll help. It’s always tricky, the first time.” She fastened the harness around Valentina’s waist.

“It is so big, though! You are sure it is not too much?”

“Perfectly sure.” Dominique fiddled with the straps until the black phallus was in place, jutting proudly.

“Ha! Look at me,” the teen announced. “I have a willy!” She thrust her hips, making the toy dance.

“Bravo!” Rachel cried, breaking into applause.

“Goodness me,” said an awed Jess. “So, Dom… you really can take all of that? It’s practically bigger than you!”

“Just watch me,” said Dominique. Getting down on her knees, she sucked the cock into her mouth, then licked it up and down before guiding Valentina back to the bed. Jess and Rachel vacated their places to make room. They seated themselves together in an overstuffed chair, Rachel nestling into Jessica’s lap.

Dom climbed onto the bed, presenting her cunt and arse to Valentina. “I’m ready,” she said. “Do me as hard as you like. No matter how rough you get, take it from me – I’ve had it rougher.”

“Okay.” Valentina positioned herself behind the petite Asian, the massive prick in one hand – but she seemed to be distracted by the explicit view she had of Dominique’s sex. Drawing closer, she inhaled, breathing in the scent – then suddenly buried her mouth in the woman’s pussy, her tongue darting forth to lick.

“Ohhh!” Dom gasped, caught by surprise. “God, that’s…” Her voice trailed off into a low moan.

Bobbing up, Valentina rested a hand on Dominique’s hip. “I wanted to – to taste you. Before we fuck.”

A happy sigh. “No complaints, love…”

The teen was biting her lower lip, eyes narrowed in concentration as she lined the bulbous cock head against the opening of Dom’s vagina.

“Yessss…!” Dom hissed. “Go into me.” A loud, lusty cry broke from her as Valentina did just that, entering the older woman with one smooth stroke.

Valentina began to pump her hips – slowly at first, then quickly accelerating. Before a minute had passed, Dom was moving in time with the teen’s strokes, panting, “Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesYES!” Their bodies shifted into frantic motion as the force and tempo of Valentina’s thrusts grew increasingly frenzied.

“Bloody hell,” Rachel muttered. “This girl’s a natural.”

“Too true,” said Jess, idly cupping her lover’s breasts. “I’ve got a feeling her days with men are done.”

By then, Dominique was clawing at the sheets, reduced to animal noises. Her petite frame jerked each time Valentina drove that enormous cock into her, making hard slapping noises when her belly met Dom’s buttocks. Soon those cries mounted into screams as Dom went off in a convulsive orgasm, trailing off as she toppled over onto her side.

Rachel pushed herself up from Jessica’s lap and padded over to the bed, working two fingers into her cunt. She withdrew them, then offered her hand to Valentina. “Here… have a taste.”

The girl licked at Rachel’s wet fingers, then sucked them clean, humming with pleasure. “You taste good, I think,” she finally said, “but I will need a better taste to know for sure.”

“Oooohh… I like you, Valentina,” Rachel cooed. Twining her arms round the teen, Rachel captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss.

Meanwhile, Jess had crept onto the bed, eying the glistening cock still fastened round Valentina’s waist. “Speaking of tasting…” she murmured, then took the toy into her mouth.

Slowly rolling onto her back, Dominique stretched her limbs, then sat up. “Ahh. Ready for more, are we?” She embraced Rachel from behind, moving in to nibble her friend’s neck.

After another hour of intense sex play, the four women snuggled together on the bed, completely sated and resting from their labours.

Jess leaned over to kiss Valentina’s cheek. “Well, I hope you had fun, love. We certainly did!”

The girl slowly nodded, deep in thought. “It was very incredible, yes. No man ever made me feel anything like this. But I am now confused. Does this mean I am a lesbian?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Me, I’ve only been gay for a few months. All I know is that I’ll never go back to being with a man again.”

Rachel kissed Valentina’s other cheek. “And when Jess and I come back to London for another shopping trip, we’ll let you know. Maybe next time, you can bring a friend.”

“Perhaps my roommate,” Valentina said. “She is not happy with her man, I know that.” She smiled. “You would like Mika. She is very beautiful. I think, maybe, I want to make love with her myself.” Glancing at the clock, she said, “Thank you all for giving me such a good time… but I must go now to catch my train home.”

Dom sat up. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yes, in the afternoon.”

“Well, we can’t have you travelling alone this late. I live nearby, so you’re coming home with me.” As the girl considered her offer, Dominique added, “Really, I insist. Anyway, I’m not quite done with you yet. I think we have time for some more fun. Come, now; my friends have to get some sleep – they’re catching the train home first thing tomorrow.”

“All right,” Valentina said. Getting up, she began to dress, her eyes widening as she took in the sexy ensemble Dominique was slipping into.

“You like? I have many things like this at home,” Dom said. “You can try some of them on.”

Once Valentina and Dominique were finished dressing, they turned to their nude friends. Hugs, kisses and words of affection were shared round, along with promises to get together again.

“We should leave by the kitchen door,” Valentina said. “I would not want to be seen by my boss. He would have questions. Why I am here after my shift, why am I not wearing my uniform…”

“Lead on, then, love,” Dominique replied. They left arm in arm, waving goodbye. The door snicked shut.

“Should we turn in, then?” asked Rachel. “Or do you need to unwind first?”

Jessica scoffed. “If I unwind any more, I’ll fall apart completely.” Shambling into the bathroom to get out her toothbrush, she added, “By the way, you should know that I’ve lost all feeling in my vagina.”

“The wages of sin, my love,” Rachel said, joining Jess before the mirror. “Or perhaps it’s God’s way of saying you’ve enjoyed yourself too much.” She began to wash her face with a striped flannel.

“Ha bloody ha,” Jess replied through a mouthful of toothpaste.

They finished their ablutions in silence, then returned to the bed, straightening the covers before slipping beneath them.

Turning to face Jessica, Rachel wrapped both arms around her lover. “I told you we’d have fun.”

“So we did,” Jess agreed. “It won’t be easy, will it? Going back to the drab, mundane world of sex with our daughters.”

“Oh, we’ll soldier on somehow,” Rachel sighed, unable to restrain a grin.

Jess switched off the bedside lamp, and they shared a lingering kiss before settling down for the night.

Currently in progress: Chapter Forty-One!

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 13

  • Posted on November 9, 2024 at 4:58 pm

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. 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. She asks Gabby to keep what they’ve just done a secret for the moment.

The next day, Linda takes both her daughters to the town’s Fourth of July celebration, as does Cheryl. There, Pam invites Gabby to a sleepover, where they’ll be hanging out with her big sister Ali. Pam goes on to share a surprise with Gabby: she and Ali had sex the night before, and they both want to let Gabby in on the action. Gabby asks if Kelly can come, too. Of course, Pam loves than idea.

However, the fireworks display frightens Kelly so badly that Linda is obliged to take her home. She has to pass on the sleepover, but Ali, Pam and Gabby are determined to have fun anyway.

What the younger girls don’t know is that Ali has come up with a scheme to find out if either of them is interested in sex with her mother. At an agreed-upon time that evening, Cheryl undresses and lies on her bed masturbating with the bedroom door slightly ajar, then Ali leads Pam and Gabby to that open door, intent on doing a little spying. They watch for a bit, then return to Ali’s room to have fun.

Gabby watches as Pam and Ali begin to make love, then gets an idea. She slips out of the room while the other two aren’t looking and makes her way to Cheryl’s room, where she invites Ali and Pam’s mother to join the ongoing sex party. Of course, Cheryl is delighted to oblige, and follows Gabby back to Ali’s room, where she makes love to Pam and Gabby for the first time.

Meanwhile, Kelly wakes in Linda’s bed the morning after her panic attack. Mother and daughter converse, and each admits wanting to make love to the other. So they do just that. As they lie together afterwards, Gabby comes home from the sleepover. She immediately undresses and joins her mother and big sister.

That afternoon, Aunt Jan comes by to pick up Kelly and Gabby for a night at her place. The girls want their mother to come so they can all four have sex, but Linda isn’t quite ready. She wants to have a long discussion with her sister about the two of them becoming intimate again, and it still working out what to say.

Kelly and Gabby return to Aunt Jan’s home, where things immediately get hot between the three of them.

…and that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Linda was taking the opportunity to get some housework done while her daughters were off visiting their Aunt Jan. It was quieter than usual without the girls around, and she did miss the hubbub, but there was plenty to keep her busy.

Once the laundry was done, she took a long, hot bath. It was lovely, letting her body relax completely in the steaming water. Sex with my girls in the morning, doing what needs doing in the afternoon. It’s been a full day. A good day.

Finally emerging from the tub, her skin a freshly scrubbed pink, Linda slipped into a terry cloth bathrobe and wandered down to the kitchen where she prepared herself a light meal of salad and iced tea.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her daughters, wondering what they were up to with Jan. She pictured her sister up on all fours, getting serviced by Kelly and Gabby at the same time, and shook her head in awe. I’ve had lesbian sex with my own children, she told herself. Not for the last time, either. Hopefully, it won’t be long before my sister and I can be lovers again. God, how I’ve missed what the two of us used to have!

Linda felt a strong urge to masturbate, but decided to wait until she was tucked up in bed.

Something occurred to her as she put her salad bowl and cutlery in the sink. I’d better get that DVD Kelly mentioned before I completely forget about it.

Climbing the stairs, Linda made her way to Kelly’s room. Now that she and the girls had been intimate, going into her daughter’s underwear drawer was a different, more sensual experience. She felt a delicious erotic charge as she fondled Kelly’s cotton panties. Burying her face in a pair, she inhaled deeply, but as she suspected, the scent of her daughter was nowhere to be found.

When Linda located the DVD, she was confused. Why the hell would she borrow this from Jan? Linda wondered, studying the Sound of Music case. It’s not her kind of movie at all.

She opened it, arching an eyebrow at the sight of the disc itself, which was homemade. What’s really on this, then? Guess I’ll have to find out…

Then she noticed something else: a rolled joint, tucked inside with the DVD. She brought it to her nose and took a sniff. Yep, that’s pot, all right. Did Kelly know this was in here? I’ll be having a little chat with her about this when she gets back home. In the meantime, though…

The DVD case in one hand and the joint in the other, Linda went downstairs to the living room.

***

Gabby was asleep on the couch, having dozed off after her fourth orgasm. She was nude, and so were Kelly and Jan. Kelly draped a light quilt over her baby sister, then seated herself in a chair directly across from  Aunt Jan. Their legs spread, they gazed at each other, eyes sparkling with lust.

“I love reading your journals from when you were fucking Mom,” Kelly casually said as she eased a finger into her pussy, “The way you describe your feelings for her… it gets me so hot I want to scream.”

“So Linda kept them,” Jan asked as she gently toyed with her clitoris. “I never suspected.”

“She did, Aunt Jan. I think Mom lied to you about burning them so she could hold on to the memory of when you were lovers.”

Jan nodded. “I think you’re very close to the truth, Kelly. I was too young to know what I was doing when I broke up with Linda.”

“But it worked out, right?” Kelly insisted. “If you hadn’t done that, Mom wouldn’t have got married, then me and Gabby would never have been born.”

“Ooohhh… well, that’s true,” Jan said, With her free hand, she used two fingers to circle the opening of her vagina. “Still, I left a mess behind when I ended things with Linda… and it’s high time I put things right. Damn, that f-feels good.”

“You guys totally should get back together,” said Kelly. “I bet that’s what Mom wants.”

In fact, Linda had been quite frank about wanting to be lovers with her sister again, but she’d also asked Kelly and Gabby to keep what they’d done with her a secret from Aunt Jan for the time being. “I’ll tell her myself, when the time is right,” Linda had said.

“Ohhh!” Jan cried, throwing her head back as she came. Her fingers squished loudly as she thrust them in and out, thick juices flowing into the towel she’d spread over the seat of her chair. Kelly drank in the sight of her aunt getting off, still masturbating.

Finally, Jan went limp, slouching down in the chair. She relaxed for a moment, then opened one eye. Kelly was staring at her aunt’s cunt while fondling her own.

“Let me help you with that,” Jan said. Rising to her feet, she went down upon her knees before Kelly and began to lick the eleven year old’s sweet bare pussy.

***

Popping the mystery disc into the player, Linda seated herself on the couch. Using a saucer for an ashtray she lit the joint with an old disposable lighter she’d unearthed in the junk drawer.

Linda had smoked pot now and then when she was in college, and a few times with Walt after they married. She took a cautious hit, slowly drawing the smoke in so she wouldn’t cough, holding it in as long as she could before exhaling. Pointing the remote at the TV, she thumbed the PLAY button.

She stared at the menu that popped up on the screen. It read ‘play all’ or ‘chapters’ and all the chapters were marked with combinations of the letter “F.” The first chapter read, ff F. Other chapters read ff fff Ff Fff f.

Linda took another hit, then realized what those letters meant. It’s those symbols they use for sex stories. Holy shit, is this porn? Little girl lesbian porn?

She was thrilled and afraid at the same time. It’s a crime. But that just makes watching it more exciting. 

Linda was about to take another toke from the joint, but it had gone out. Fine, I’m buzzed enough. She set it in the saucer, used the remote to start the DVD, then sat back.

Two girls appeared on the screen, seated on the edge of a bed. One looked to be about ten or so, the other a couple of years younger. They were both nude.

Off screen, a woman’s voice was heard. “Why don’t you kiss your sister, Sally? Show her how much you love her.”

The older girl beamed. “Okay, Mommy,” she said. Turning to the younger girl, Sally wrapped both arms around her, and the two siblings came together in a kiss that quickly grew hot and eager.

Linda stared at the screen, her cunt throbbing as the little girls proceeded to make love – swapping French kisses, sucking tiny nipples, licking bare slits. These underage girls weren’t just performing for the camera, they were having grownup sex and loving it. She shivered with arousal when the younger of the sisters, who was addressed as Karen by their unseen mother, got the older girl up on all fours and lovingly rimmed her asshole.

The scenes that followed were all in a similar vein, ranging from what appeared to be the early 1970’s to the current day. Some of the girls were preteens. Others featured teenage girls. A few had adult women with underage girls, some of them kindergarten age. All the vignettes were loving, erotic and very explicit. Some of them, like the first clip, involved incest.

At some point, Linda opened her robe to fondle her breasts, then began to masturbate.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she watched a woman undress in front of a girl, and then tenderly strip the child naked. The girl was perhaps ten, the woman in her late twenties or early thirties. They looked very much as if they could be mother and daughter.

Circling her clit with a fingertip as she watched the woman go down on the girl, Linda pondered that notion. I wonder… are there very many moms out there who do this kind of thing with their daughters? Surely I can’t be the only one.

Suddenly Linda realized the doorbell was ringing. If she hadn’t been so buzzed she would have instantly leapt to her feet. She stopped the DVD, got to her feet and did up her robe, then made her way to the front door. Squinting through the peephole, she saw it was her neighbor Cheryl.

With a sigh of relief, she opened the door, greeting her friend with a hug and a smile. “Come in, come in,” she said. “I was just kicking back.” Noticing Cheryl seemed slightly tense, she added, “Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah… but I need to talk to you about something,” Cheryl answered. “Are the girls here?”

“No, they’re spending the night at my sister’s place.” She led the way to the family room.

Cheryl could detect the aroma of pot, and realized that Linda was stoned. Then she caught a whiff of something else. Is that… pussy? Christ, was she masturbating in here?

“Have a seat,” Linda said, pointing at the sofa. “Care for a drink?”

“Uh, water’s fine,” Cheryl replied.

“No problem.” Padding into the kitchen, Linda took a jug of water from the fridge and filled two glasses. She brought one to Cheryl, then seated herself a couple of feet away from her friend.

Struggling with how to begin her confession to Linda, Cheryl noticed the half-smoked joint in the saucer.

Linda saw her looking at it. “Want some?” she asked, “I hadn’t had any since college. It’s good stuff.”

“Um… maybe we should talk another time,” Cheryl offered.

“Or maybe you should catch a buzz with me.” Linda picked up the joint, relit it and took a hit before offering it to Cheryl.

Fuck, why not? Cheryl thought. Maybe it will make what I have to tell her a little easier.

Cheryl took it and inhaled tentatively, held the smoke in and exhaled, then had a bigger hit. She offered it back to Linda who waved it off, so Cheryl took another pull.

“Wow, this is good stuff,” Cheryl said with a nod, then put out the butt in the saucer. “I’d better stop there, before I get completely blazed.” Taking a deep breath, she gazed sorrowfully at her friend. “Listen, Linda… I need to confess something to you. Something I did that… that most people would condemn me for.”

“Surely it’s not that bad,” Linda murmured, touching her friend’s shoulder.

Cheryl stared down at her hands. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” God, how do I say this? Just come out with it. “Linda… I’ve had sex with my daughters.”

Linda could only stare, her heart suddenly racing. “You’re kidding me.”

Looking up, Cheryl slowly shook her head. “No. I’m not. Ali and I have been lovers for three years, and I just recently did it with Pam for the first time.”

Linda’s head swam. “Oh, my God, Cheryl…” she blurted, “I’ve had sex with my daughters!”

Snapping to attention, Cheryl gaped at her friend. “You what?”

“I… I didn’t mean to tell you that,” Linda said, feeling her face grow hot. “But it’s true. So we – we’ve both fucked our own kids?”

Seizing Linda’s hand, Cheryl said, “Tell me something. Did it happen because of Kelly? Did she… seduce you and Gabby?”

“Well… it never would have happened without her, that’s true,” a dazed Linda replied. “I mean, I’m not really blaming Kelly, you understand.” Puzzled, she studied her friend. “H-how did you know to ask me that, Cheryl? Did Kelly ever…”

“Hell, she told me she wanted to fuck you!” Cheryl exclaimed. “And yeah, that’s exactly how she said it.”

Linda’s eyes widened. “Kelly – told you that? Why would she…” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t understand.”

Cheryl slumped back into the sofa. “This is not how I expected this to go,” she muttered, then looked up at her friend and neighbor. “Look, Linda, there’s something else I have to confess. I came over to tell you that I had sex with Kelly… and Gabby, too. I’m so sorry, but I had to tell you the truth. I… I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Trembling inside, she waited for Linda’s reaction.

Looking at Cheryl, turning recent events over in her mind… Linda finally began to laugh. “Well, sure… why should I be upset with you? Listen, my sister Jan made love with my girls too. Before I did, actually. In fact, they’re probably all fucking right now. So I don’t blame you, Cheryl, not one bit. I’m just happy to have finally gotten in on the action.”

Cheryl was on the verge of tears. “Oh. Linda… thank you, thank you for understanding. I was so sure you’d h-hate me for what I’d done…” Her lower lip trembled.

Opening her arms, Linda drew the woman into an embrace. They snuggled together for a long while.

Finally, Linda broke away. “Now, tell me all about how you ended up in bed with Kelly and Gabby. And how you first made love to your kids. Don’t leave anything out – I want details!”

Cheryl opened up, explaining how she and Alicia first became intimate. Then she told Linda about how Kelly had crept over to her home in the middle of night, parked herself on the sofa wearing but an oversized t-shirt without panties, turned on the TV, found a channel featuring lesbian porn and began to masturbate. When Cheryl and Ali crept downstairs to investigate. Kelly bluntly asked them to fuck her.

“That scheming little brat,” Linda murmured, shaking her head. “If she wasn’t such an incredible lover, I’d turn her over my knee and spank that sexy little bottom of hers.”

“I don’t know… Kelly might enjoy it!” a grinning Cheryl replied. “Anyhow, if you think that’s wild behavior, let me tell you about what she cooked up the next day.”

She went on to describe how Kelly had persuaded her to wait outside the window of the study, then she put on a sex show in that same room with her sister Gabby, along with Cheryl’s youngest daughter Pam. Peeking through an opening Kelly had carefully arranged through the curtains, Cheryl watched the younger girls undress, kiss one another, and allow Kelly to lick their pussies.

“Good gravy,” Linda mumbled. “Kelly told me about doing that… only she didn’t say anything about letting you watch. I wonder why? Didn’t want to get you in trouble, I suppose.”

Now it was her turn to share details. Linda told Cheryl how Kelly had seduced Gabby, then managed to entice her Aunt Jan into bed. “Then the three of them did it together,” Linda said. “They were staying with Jan that weekend… and from what Gabby told me, they spent most of it fucking.”

Gabby told you?” said Cheryl, arching an eyebrow. “So that’s how you found out about all this.”

“Well, I already suspected that Kelly and Gabby were fooling around… though not how far they’d actually gone,” Linda replied with a shrug. “What happened was, the first night after I brought the girls home from Jan’s, I decided to have a mother’s chat with Gabby about sex… and she ended up telling me everything they’d done. In graphic detail.”

“My goodness… bet you didn’t see that coming. How did it make you feel?”

“My God, Cheryl, I was on fire. It was all I could do to keep from masturbating, right there in front of Gabby. I should tell you this, by the way: my sister Jan and I used to be lovers, back when I was just a kid.”

Cheryl stared in disbelief. “You were?”

“Yeah,” Linda replied. “Jan broke things off with me when she started college, and that was my last lesbian experience until, well, two nights ago. I married Walt, who was the only man I ever loved… and since he died, I started wanting to explore my queer side again. And all the thinking I’ve been doing about Kelly and Gabby having sex… it got to me in a big way.”

“I understand,” Cheryl murmured.

Taking a deep breath, Linda gazed defiantly at her friend. “Want to know what I really felt when Gabby told me what she’d been up to with her sister… and my sister?” She paused.  “Jealous. wrong as it is, I wanted to be part of what they’ve got. So I took the first step toward making that happen.”

“Which was…?”

“After that discussion I had with Gabby, I asked her if she’d like me to make her come.”

“Huh. Well, that’s a bold move,” said Cheryl. “I’m assuming she said yes.”

“She loved the idea. So I masturbated her until she came.”

By then, Cheryl’s hand had strayed between her thighs. “Jesus, Linda. That really turns me on. Did Gabby do anything to get you off?”

Linda shook her head. “She wanted to, but… well, I wasn’t quite ready for that. We did kiss, though – and she used her tongue first. God, what a soft, sweet mouth she has…”

“Gabby is a very good kisser,” Cheryl agreed. “So when did you two do the deed for real?”

“I’m getting to that. Remember how freaked out Kelly was the other day, when they started the fireworks at the street fair? I had to take her home.”

“Sure. I’d never seen her like that.”

“She slept with me that night. Just slept, mind you!” Linda was quick to add. “The next morning, we talked. I told Kelly I knew what she’d been up to with Gabby and Jan… and that I’d be into making love with her, if that’s what she wanted.”

“Bet she did.”

“Oh, my, yes!” Linda replied. “But I wanted it just as much. I got Kelly out of her pajamas and went down on her right there and then. It was the first time I’d eaten pussy in over fifteen years… but I guess there are some things you never really forget. She came like a wildcat.”

Cheryl now had a hand in her unfastened pants. “Then she returned the favor, I’m guessing…?”

“We chatted for a while first. I had a lot of questions, after all. But we both got all worked up again, and – well, she finally shoved me onto my back, plunged three fingers into my cunt and fucked me till I begged her to stop.”

“Insatiable, that one,” Cheryl said. “How many times did she make you come?”

“Oh… it was either one massive orgasm, or millions of little ones. I sure as hell wasn’t counting. After that, Kelly and I cuddled and shared sexy secrets, then Gabby came home from your place and caught us in bed together.”

“Which she didn’t mind at all, I’m guessing…”

“Ha! She couldn’t get naked fast enough. Kelly made her stop, though, so she could undress Gabby herself. Then the family sex party really got going. And that pretty much brings us up to date.”

Reaching out, Cheryl took her friend’s hand. “Thanks for sharing that with me, Linda. I’ve come to accept the feelings I have for my daughters, but there are still times when I, I feel like a bad person.” Her voice quivered slightly. “Now I know I’m not alone… and you can’t imagine how happy that m-makes me.” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Oh, Cheryl!” Linda sobbed, opening her arms.

Embracing, they had a brief but satisfying cry together. Finally they drew apart, exchanging embarrassed smiles. “Um, I need to wash my face,” said Cheryl.

“Me too,” Linda said. “Go ahead and take the bathroom… I’ll use the kitchen sink.”

Moments later, they both returned to the family room. Plucking the half-smoked joint from the saucer, Linda lit it again, and they each had a couple more hits, refreshing their buzz. They talked about girls, what turned them on, when they started to feel desire for their daughters. That was when Cheryl saw the DVD box for The Sound of Music on the table.

This was my favorite movie when I was a kid,” Cheryl said, picking it up.

“Bet you’ve never seen this version,” Linda said. Reaching for the remote, she hit PLAY.

An image appeared on the screen – a teenage girl and two much younger ones, completely naked and sitting on a bed. Her mouth hanging open, Cheryl muttered, “You’re right, Linda… this isn’t The Sound of Music I remember.”

As they watched the three girls kiss, then have sex, Linda opened her robe and began to finger her pussy. It seemed like an ideal way to pass the time, watching lesbian child porn with her best friend who, as it turned out, also liked young girls.

Getting to her feet, Cheryl quickly undressed. She carefully placed her blouse on the sofa cushion, sat down and began to fondle her own dripping slit.

Soon they had switched to masturbating each other, their bodies touching as one illicit sex scene after another played out on the TV screen.

When a little girl who couldn’t have been more than eight began to tenderly lick a grown woman’s anus, Linda turned to her friend. “I… I want to eat your pussy, Cheryl.”

“Let’s do it!” Cheryl panted. “Should we go upstairs?”

“I can’t wait – let’s fuck right here.”

Before another minute had passed, both women were down on the carpet, caught up in a heated sixty-nine with Cheryl on top, slurping and sucking on each other’s juicy cunts.

They were already so turned on that it didn’t take long for them both to come. In fact, the two lovers reached climax at almost the same instant, moaning as they rode their ecstasy to its blinding finish.

Lying entwined in the aftermath, Linda murmured, “So… do I taste anything like my daughters?”

Cheryl thought about it. “Hmm… not sure. I’d have to line all three of you up and do a comparison.”

They shared a laugh, then Linda led Cheryl up and onto the sofa, where they relaxed together for a long time in silence. After a while, it began to get dark outside. Linda finally got up and put on a light. She considered getting dressed, then decided not to.

“There’s about an inch of this joint left,” said Linda, pointing at the saucer. “Want to finish it off?”

“No, thanks,” Cheryl replied. “Listen, Linda… Pam and Ali are at home right now. Want to come over and have some more fun? I mean, I’ve had your girls, so you should get to be with mine. I bet they’d love a romp in the sheets with you.”

Linda kissed Cheryl long and deep. Breaking away, she shyly said, “Maybe you could, um… find out if they really want to be with me? If they do, well, I’d be delighted to make love to your daughters. In fact, what if we had a sex party with all the girls? Jan too, if she’s into it… of course, she will be.”

Cheryl said, “Sounds amazing. I’ll run it past the girls, but there’s no way those two would miss out on something like that.”

“Let’s make it happen, then,” Linda said. She watched Cheryl slowly dress, then walked her friend to the door, giving her one last hungry kiss in the open doorway before they exchanged whispered goodbyes.

Wandering back to the family room, Linda smoked the last of the joint, then she watched another hour of Jan’s DVD, edging herself all the while. Finally, she had an intense orgasm thinking of Cheryl, what they’d done together… and what she hoped to do with her neighbor’s daughters.

She switched off the television and settled down on the couch, draping a throw over her bare body before dozing off. She spent the whole night there, sleeping peacefully.

***

Linda woke to the ringing of her phone, which she’d left on the coffee table. Picking it up, she managed a groggy, “Hello?”

“It’s me, kiddo!” said a very cheerful Jan, “Did I wake you? It’s not that early.”

Linda glanced at the time: 10:40. “Hmm. Guess I overslept.”

Not a problem,” Jan said. “Just wanted you to know we’ll be leaving soon, be there in a couple hours. No need to fix lunch – We’ll stop somewhere on the way. Bye!”

“Bye,” Linda mumbled, but Jan had already ended the call.

Linda sighed, then stood and stretched. The room had a lingering scent of pot and pussy.

Her first stop was the bathroom. Then she opened most of the downstairs windows, put the DVD back in its case and stashed it in the side table, then washed the saucer she’d used for her ashtray. Once the family room was back to normal, Linda showered, dressed and made breakfast.

As she slowly ate scrambled eggs and toast and sipped coffee, Linda wondered how best to confront her big sister with what she knew. She wasn’t angry at Jan, but it was crucial to have a serious discussion about what they’d both done with the girls.

Linda was still working out what to say when she heard the doors of Jan’s car closing in the driveway. Hastening to the door, she hugged and kissed Kelly and Gabby as they raced into the house, tossing their overnight bags on the floor.

“Don’t leave your things there, girls,” Linda told her daughters. “Take them upstairs, please. Once you’ve unpacked, come back down for a piece of apple strudel. I made it just yesterday.”

“Yum!” Gabby exclaimed, then nudged Kelly. “C’mon, slowpoke!”

They raced up the stairs, and Linda turned to face her sister, who had quietly entered the room. “Hello, Jan,” she murmured.

“Hey, Lin,” Jan replied, and they came together in a lingering hug.

Holding her sister, breathing in Jan’s familiar scent, Linda sighed. Even if I was angry with her, I couldn’t stay that way. Jan’s a part of me. And if things work out like I hope, we’ll get back that special closeness we used to have. 

God, I hope she still finds me desirable.

They finally drew apart, and Linda noticed her sister’s cheeks were slightly flushed. The sight thrilled her. She feels it, too. That old familiar hunger. Oh, Jan… you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.

“Did you and the girls do anything fun?” Linda asked.

“Oh, it’s always a good time with those two around,” Jan said. “We mostly…”

But before she could finish, Kelly and Gabby were thundering back down the stairs. “Alllll done!” Gabby announced. “Where’s our apple strudel?”

Linda had to laugh. “All right, come on,” she said, leading the way to the kitchen. “Want a slice, Jan?”

“Oh, I’ll have a morsel for strength. Is it Mom’s recipe?”

Mostly hers. I refined it a bit,” said Linda. Taking her large knife from the block, she deftly cut four slices from the large pastry, depositing each one on a small plate, then adding a fork before handing them around. “I make mine with a hint of clove. See what you think.”

Everyone tucked in. “Mmmm… this is marvelous,” Jan said with an approving nod.

“Yeah, it’s yummy!” Gabby chimed in.

Looking up from her plate, a smiling Kelly began to praise the dessert in Spanish.

Linda said, “Kelly, honey, stop. You’re speaking in Spanish again. We can’t understand.”

Kelly put a hand over her mouth, embarrassed. “Sorry. I don’t know why… it just comes out that way sometimes.”

The last bites of strudel were eaten in silence. As she deposited the plates in the sink, Linda turned to the girls. “I need you two to do a small chore for me while I have a chat with your aunt. Can you pick up all the twigs and branches in the backyard that blew down during the rain storm the other night? Just stack them all in a big pile… we’ll have a bonfire later.”

“Sure, Mom,” Kelly answered. “Come on, Gabs.” The two girls headed outdoors.

Turning to her sister,  Linda said, “I still don’t understand. How is it possible for Kelly to speak a language she never knew?”

Jan shrugged.  “It happens. There are various theories as to why, but nothing like a definitive answer.”

“Why Spanish?”

“You know,” Jan said, “It could just have easily been French or Greek or Chinese. Sometimes the patient even loses their ability to speak their native tongue altogether. So consider yourself lucky Kelly can still comprehend English.”

“Guess you’re right.” Turning away from the view of her daughters gathering pieces of wood, Linda went over to the side table to retrieve Jan’s DVD.

“I have this disc for you – the one that Kelly borrowed,” Linda said, handing the case to Jan. “Now we need to talk about you having sex with my daughters.”

Jan’s face turned deathly pale and she collapsed on the sofa, trembling.

“I’m not angry with you, Jan,” Linda continued, still perfectly calm. “Kelly seduced you, I’m guessing. She kept after you, showing you her body, pushing for sex… and after a while, you weren’t able to tell her no. Is that how it happened?”

“Oh, Linda,” Jan was sobbing, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I’m a terrible person. You shouldn’t blame this on Kelly, I should have been in c-control of myself! I’m s-so ashamed. And then there’s this DVD,” she added, staring at the case. “I didn’t lend it to her, Linda, I swear! She found it, God knows how, and borrowed it without asking. Oh, shit – she stole a joint from me, too!  Please tell me she didn’t actually smoke it.”

“Don’t worry,” Linda said. “I smoked it myself last night, while I watched your DVD.”

Jan stared at Linda, then put her head in her hands, “Oh, hell. H-how much of it did you see?”

“Oh, the whole thing. It’s incredibly hot. I made myself come three times. How did you get it?”

“I had a patient with a – a thing for young girls,” Jan mumbled. “He’d never done anything inappropriate, mind you… but he wanted to stop having those feelings. He told me about having a collection of films with underage girls in them, and he couldn’t bring himself to destroy them, much as he longed to. I offered to dispose of the collection for him, and he agreed. The next day, he brought a cardboard box of homemade DVDs.

“Once I’d brought the box home, I ended up watching one out of curiosity. It was a film of a teenage girl making love to a child, one who might have been her ten-year-old sister. Maybe as young as eight.” Raising her head, she met her sister’s steady gaze. “That made me think of you, Linda. What we had, and how crazy in love with you I was. I ended up fingering myself until I came.” She gave a deep sigh. “It turned me on… and as it happened, so did some of the others. I compiled DVDs of the films I liked. Just the lesbian ones, of course. I destroyed all the rest.”

“You’ll have to copy some of them for me,” said Linda. “Especially that one,” she added, pointing at the DVD case in Jan’s hands.

Jan’s eyes narrowed as she studied her sister. “What’s going on here, Lin?”

Linda’s expression was a portrait of innocence. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Why are you so – so composed? I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you should be ready to throttle me. I fucked your daughters, for God’s sake! Okay, maybe Kelly started it all, but that didn’t mean I had to give in, much less get Gabby involved. And now you’re getting into underage lesbian porn? I don’t understand. Wh-why aren’t you furious with me, damn it?”

Slowly advancing to the sofa, Linda sat beside Jan, reaching over to take her sister’s hand. “Oh, Jan. How could I think badly of you? I made love to the girls, too.”

Jan could only stare, fumbling for words. Finally, she whispered, “You… you had sex w-with Gabby and Kelly?”

Nodding, Linda said, “Yes, I did. You taught them well, big sister. They’re wonderful lovers.”

“I… I don’t know what to say. How did it happen?”

Linda smiled. “It started when Gabby told me about all the things she’d done with her little friend Pam. Then with Kelly. Then with you.”

“And you – you weren’t upset?”

“No, indeed… I’ll tell you why.” She shifted her hand to Jan’s thigh. “In the first place, I miss what you and I had all those years ago. God, how I’ve missed it. Oh, I was happy with Walt. He was a good man, a wonderful father. But you were the great love of my life, Jan – and I didn’t realize it until he was gone.”

Fuck, Linda,” Jan breathed, her eyes misting over.

“And once I began to suspect my daughters had become lovers, just the same as we did… It felt like I should be upset, but I wasn’t. Then I began to – to like the idea. I’d already been having sexual thoughts about you, just like before – and knowing what Kelly and Gabby were up to only made me want you more. I was even taking out your old journals and masturbating while I read about the things we used to do in bed.”

“Kelly told me you still have those. She read them, you know,”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Linda said with a shrug. “By the way, I’m sorry I didn’t throw your journals away when you asked me to. When push came to shove, I couldn’t give them up. The things you wrote about our times together…reading them made me feel alive again.

“And with all the sexual fantasies I was having about you, it was only a hop, skip and jump to feeling the same way about my girls… wanting to love them like we loved each other.”

“And so you did,” Jan said, still awed. ”You’ll have to give me all the graphic details when we have time.”

Linda moved to kneel on the carpet before her sibling, resting both hands on her knees. “It’s been too long, Jan. I want us to be lovers again… and this time the girls will be part of it.”

Jan began to cry. “Oh, Linda… I w-want that too!” She opened her arms, Linda moved into them, and they held each other tightly.

When they finally drifted apart, Jan wiped her eyes, then said, “Well… what happens now?”

Peering through the window, Linda looked for Gabby and Kelly. She spied them far back in the backyard, carefully assembling a stack of twigs and tree limbs. Turning to her sister, Linda said, “You kiss me, big sister… that’s what happens.”

Jan felt her face flush, her heart race. It’s happening, at long last. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years… and now that dream is coming true.

The two sisters slowly drew closer until their lips met in a brief but lingering kiss. Gently parting, they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, communicating without words. Yes, this is good, this is right.  Another kiss set their passion blazing as tongues met and mingled. They began to explore each other’s bodies, hands gliding over shoulders, arms, thighs, bellies, breasts.

“I love you, Linda!” Jan gasped.

“Love you too, Jan,” Linda murmured, nibbling her sister’s ear.

***

Outside, Kelly and Gabby had built an impressive woodpile from the storm’s debris. They stood side by side, appraising their work.

“Looks great!” exclaimed Gabby. “We’re done, huh? C’mon, let’s go back inside.”

“Not just yet,” Kelly replied, glancing at the house. “Let’s stay out here a little longer.”

“What for? I was gonna watch cartoons.”

Kelly grinned. “If we sit tight for a few minutes, you might get something a lot more fun than vegging out in front of the TV.”

Gabby thought for a moment, then perked right up. “You mean… oh, wow. Are Mom and Aunt Jan gonna fuck?”

“Maybe,” Kelly answered. “I mean, they both want to, right? I bet Mom sent us out here to clean up the yard so she can let Aunt Jan know she had sex with us. Once they start discussing that, they won’t be able to keep their hands off each other.”

“So… how long do we wait?”

“Um, another five minutes? They should at least be making out by then.”

Cool,” Gabby sighed, then gave their woodpile a critical glance. “Hmm… y’know, this looks okay, but if we worked on it for, oh, five more minutes, it would be even better, huh?”

Kelly had to laugh. Playfully mussing the younger girl’s hair, she said, “Yeah, I think it would.”

***

Linda had a hand between her sister’s thighs and was rubbing Jan through a pair of skimpy black panties, while Jan had unbuttoned Linda’s shirt to nuzzle and lick her bare breasts.

Taking a quick look through the window, Linda saw her daughters, still gathering wood. She turned to Jan. “I think the girls will be occupied for a while.” She stood, extending a hand to her sister. “Let’s go up to my room.”

Taking Linda’s hand, Jan rose to her feet, and without another word the two women made their way upstairs. Once in the master bedroom, they undressed, then stood before one another, completely bare.

“God, Linda,” Jan said, studying her sister. “You’re more beautiful than ever.”

“You’re the beautiful one,” Linda replied, reaching for her sister. They came together in an ardent kiss that quickly stoked their passion into a roaring inferno. Somehow, the two women made it to the bed.

After swapping kisses, they began to masturbate each other… and soon, as if in mutual agreement, found themselves in a heated sixty-nine position with Linda on top, the same way they’d always done it as underage lovers.

Linda and Jan were lost in the face of helpless desire. They’d gone without one another for much too long, and were now free once more to indulge in the delights of their forbidden love. The memory of those bygone times came rushing back hard and fast, and they instinctively remembered where to caress, how to lick, what made Jan sigh, what made Linda scream… and that wondrously familiar taste of a sister’s pussy.

Jan came first, but Linda’s orgasm hit seconds later, moaning into each other’s cunts, finally going limp. Linda managed to roll off Jan’s body and flop down next to her. The two lovers were glazed with sweat, their hair tousled and both of them out of breath. They shared a weary but tender kiss, purring with pleasure at the flavor of each other’s lips.

The moment was interrupted by the voice of a young girl. “Cool!” It was Gabby.

Jan and Linda looked up to see the girls. Kelly had already removed most of her clothes, and was stepping out of her panties, which left her completely nude. Gabby was still dressed, but the child’s tiny nipples were clearly visible through her faded T-shirt.

Without missing a beat, Linda began to play with Jan’s pussy as she said, “Hello, girls. Want to join us?”

“Yes!” Gabby cried, bouncing up and down where she stood.

“You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Jan?” Linda asked, already knowing the answer.

“My God, yes,” Jan murmured. “But you’re overdressed for the occasion, Gabby.”

“Leave that to me,” Kelly announced. She stripped her little sister bare as their mother and aunt watched. Joining hands, Gabby and Kelly held hands as they approached the bed and climbed on to join the two women. And just like that, the sex party was underway.

Crawling between her aunt’s thighs, Gabby began to lick Jan’s dripping cunt, quickly bringing her to a convulsive orgasm.

Kelly sat on Linda’s face, swaying back and forth, moaning softly as Mom ate her pussy.

Once she’d caught her breath, Jan got Gabby up on all fours and applied her tongue to the little girl’s pretty pink anus. Meanwhile Linda found her nine-year-old’s slit and began to pleasure Gabby with a finger.

After that, Kelly and Gabby teamed up to go down on their mother. Jan watched as the girls feasted on Linda’s holes until she came, then she kissed them both, tasting her sister on their mouths.

So it went until mid-afternoon. Adults and children fucked in different combinations and positions until they were left weary but content in a blissful afterglow.

Once they were rested, the four lovers padded into Linda’s bathroom and enjoyed a shower together. It was a snug fit, but that only added to the fun. Cool water to refresh them, soapy hands roaming everywhere, thick towels to dry one another, mixed with playful kisses and declarations of love.

Once the damp towels were laid aside, they went downstairs, still nude and feeling hungry.

Linda made thick sandwiches, a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade to wash them down. Seating themselves at the table, they began to dine.

They all looked up when the doorbell rang. Without any idea who it could be, Kelly sprinted to the front door before anyone could stop her.

She opened it wide and said, “Hi, Cheryl! C’mon in.”

An astonished Cheryl stepped inside, staring at the nude child. Then, looking into the dining room, she saw the rest of the party, none of them with a stitch of clothing.

“Welcome,” Linda said, getting to her feet “Would you like something to eat or drink? You’ve met my sister Jan before.”

“Good to see you again, Cheryl,” Jan said as she too stood up.

Cheryl was aroused by the sight, though somewhat puzzled. “Um, hello.”

Kelly explained. “We just had a sex orgy! Two sets of sisters, naked and getting wild.” She reached out to cup Cheryl’s ass. “Sounds like fun, huh?”

Linda spoke up. “We were thinking of going back upstairs for another round. Care to join us?”

By then, Cheryl was blushing. “Um… well, I’d love to, but Ali and Pam will be home from the mall soon, and I have dinner in the oven. I just stopped by to, er, tell you that… Um, it’s what you and I were talking about yesterday, Linda…”.

“It’s okay – you can tell us all,” Linda replied. “We don’t have any more secrets here. Did you talk to Pam and Ali…?”

Taking a deep breath, Cheryl turned to the girls. “Okay, here’s what’s going on. Last night, your mother and I had sex.” Kelly and Gabby exchanged delighted glances. “I told her about what you two did with me and my girls, and she’s perfectly okay with it.”

“Yay, Mom!” Gabby exclaimed, going up on tiptoe to kiss Linda’s cheek.

“Then I told your mom that she deserved the chance to have sex with my daughters,” Cheryl continued. Looking at Linda, she added, “Anyhow, I came to tell you Ali and Pam are totally into that. In fact, we decided it would be best to have one big orgy with both our families.”

“Whoa… that sounds great,” Kelly said.

Cheryl gave Jan a shy smile. “Jan, the girls and I didn’t discuss it, but I know they’d want me to invite you, too.”

Everyone enthusiastically agreed to Cheryl’s proposal, and the adults decided to work out the ideal night to make it happen. Because of Jan’s work schedule, the party would have to take place on a weekend night, and Ali’s soccer team had a match the following Friday. At last they agreed on a Saturday evening, almost two weeks away.

The girls wanted to make out a little with their sexy neighbor before she headed home, but Cheryl begged off. “I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away,” she said, “and my beef stroganoff is ready in fifteen minutes.”

She settled for giving Kelly and Gabby affectionate hugs before making her exit.

Jan stayed the night. The adults ended up letting the girls watch the DVD with them, and they were up until well after midnight, trying out some of the more unusual sex acts they saw on the TV.

On to Chapter Fourteen!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 23

  • Posted on November 5, 2024 at 4:42 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, and gets flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 1st, 2007

Mom started moving into her new apartment this week, and that’s both good news and bad news. The good news is that it’s just a few blocks from Julie’s house. The bad news is… well, it’s kind of a pit.

Getting the furniture and stuff in got pushed back to this coming weekend, because Mom’s school schedule is starting to eat up more of her time. So I expect to be pretty busy Saturday and Sunday. Of course, she just HAD to schedule the move for my weekend with her! It’s gonna be freezing cold, too. It’s been 30-40 below zero since Monday morning, and that’s not supposed to get better for at least another week.

I think Mom is getting suspicious of my relationship with Julie, now that I’ve told her that I like girls. She hasn’t said anything specific, but she’s made a few comments about how close we are, and how we always hug when we meet or part.

I see this going one of three ways.

Option one: I just leave it alone and don’t say anything, but that might make things worse. If it starts to eat at her, she might try to keep me from seeing Julie as much or, God forbid, even say something to Dad.

Option two: I downplay it, talk as if Julie is just a good friend. It would probably work, and things would keep sailing along as they have been. Mom has some incentive to believe me on this; she and Dad have both come to rely on the Hansons when they’re busy and I need someplace to go. I don’t even think they realize that, but it’s true.

Option three: I could use this as a springboard. I’m convinced at this point that she’s gay and in denial. If I can get her thinking about the stuff I might be doing with other girls in a sexy way, those wheels turning in her head could give me the opening I need. I have other ideas, too. My bedroom in the apartment is right next to hers… and I don’t intend to be quiet when I masturbate.

We’re keeping the piano at Dad’s place for now, and my new keyboard will go to Mom’s. So no matter where I’m at, I can practice. The Chopin piece is getting there; the band stuff I’m pretty comfortable with. Except now, there’s more of it.

Let me explain. I just got back from rehearsal. Julie isn’t attending band practices for all the groups anymore; that would mean doing rehearsal every night of the week! But she always comes to ours. I ride over to the old fire hall with Jason and Julie on Thursday evenings, and we go a few minutes early so we can power up the PA.

When Jamie arrived, she pulled Julie and me into a group hug. My face was mashed into her left boob, and is there any finer place to be?

“We’ve got to get together again soon,” Jamie whispered before she let us go. As I made my way to the keyboard, feeling a little lightheaded, it occurred to me that she might enjoy meeting Megan Frost.

The band warmed up by burning through the cover songs, and by burning I mean we SCORCHED. For the first time, Katie carried us all the way through “Destruction Preventer” without dragging the tempo, and when it was over, she stood up behind the drum kit, held her sticks in the air, and let out a whoop.

Carried by the moment, I went to her and gave her a hug. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jamie put her guitar down, and she joined us a moment later. Then Ralph and Roger were there, making for a big complicated group hug with Katie at the center. Jason was clapping.

“That’s pro-level shit there, if you’ll pardon the expression,” he said. “I’ve toured the world with drummers who couldn’t have played that.”

We spent the next half hour tightening up our original song, “Ear in the Wall.” Roger remarked at one point on the instrumental harmonies Jamie and I worked out at her house. “Wicked,” was the term he used. I’m very proud of the song. Jason’s right; it’s good!

We polished it off to everyone’s satisfaction with lots of time to spare, and Jason sat us down for a band meeting.

“I start paramedic school next week,” he said. “Class is in four-hour sessions, two nights a week. Thursday is one of those nights.”

“Well, that bites,” said Ralph.

“It does,” Jason agreed. “Here’s the deal. I’m getting Mr. Benson to cover the Tuesday band. I could probably talk him into taking this one as well, but I don’t think you guys really need the supervision. Julie knows how to run the PA, and she’s agreed to be here every Thursday and handle that. But if you want Mr. Benson here, I’ll ask him. Up to you.”

“We don’t need him,” Roger said, folding his arms. “I’ve been in his concert band since 6th grade, and I think this group is kinda over his head.”

“I’m with Roger on that one,” said Katie.

“We’ll miss you, though,” Jamie said to Jason.

“Tell you what I’ll do,” said Jason. “If you guys would like to come down here maybe one Saturday a month up till the show and have me hear what you’re doing, I’ll be there. But you really don’t need your hands held on a weekly basis the way the other groups do.

“In the meantime,” he went on, “I think you should learn some more songs. Most of the other bands will barely have four songs ready to perform by showtime, but you guys could go onstage tomorrow. You could just spend the next few months practicing the same four numbers over and over, or you could get more out of this and learn some extras. My suggestion is that each of you pick a song, then spend the next few weeks learning ‘em.”

So we sat down to pick songs, and I immediately knew what I wanted to do. “What’s that long, slow Deep Purple song that we listened to at your house?” I asked Jamie. Of course, I meant the one we’d finger-fucked each other to!

Jamie blushed crimson, but didn’t look away. “‘Child in Time’,” she said.

“Oh, I know that one!” said Ralph. “It’s a cool song.”

“Kick-ass,” Roger chimed in. I wasn’t surprised. Ralph and Roger are big classic rock nuts.

“You do get it’s like a ten-minute song,” Jamie pointed out.

“So what?” said Roger. “We maybe can’t do it for the spring concert, but it’ll be massive fun to play.”

Ralph wanted to do “Hungry Like the Wolf” by Duran Duran, and played it for us with his iPod. Roger had a few ideas but couldn’t make up his mind, so he threw out half a dozen song titles and told the rest of us to pick one. We spot-listened through them, and I immediately fixated on the third one we checked out.

“That one! I vote that one,” I said.

Ralph shot me a teasing grin. “Because of the keyboard intro, right? It’s all about you now?”

I threw the grin right back at him. “Well, not yet, but I’m working on it.” That got a good laugh out of everybody, and “The Final Countdown” was added to our list.

Jamie wanted to do a Black Sabbath song called “Computer God,’ that none of us had ever heard, but she had it on her iPod. It’s really heavy and brutal, and it goes from a wicked mid-tempo grind to a fast and frenzied end section. We all agreed it’d be loads of fun, and put it on the list. I wondered what my parents would think of me learning a song by a band called Black Sabbath, then decided what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

Katie was last up, and she hesitantly suggested a song from the new Pink album called U Plus Ur Hand. Jamie had heard it, and burst into gales of laughter. “I don’t know if we should go there!” she exclaimed.

Jason looked confused. Ralph and Roger both pleaded ignorance. So Jason went hunting on his laptop, which was connected to the city’s internet, and found the music video.  We all gathered round to watch.

When it was over, Jason’s eyebrows were buried in his hair. “That’s… brazen,” was his only comment.

“I’ll deny I ever said this about anything by Pink,” Ralph was saying, “but I’m kind of in love with that.”

“Too late, buddy, I heard it,” said Roger, elbowing Ralph in the ribs, “but it’s not your typical Pink song either. That’s pure punk rock right there. I like it, too.”

“But lyrically…” Jamie began, then glanced at Katie, who looked confused. “Oh, sister,” she said. “Don’t you get it?”

“I’ll bet Mallory doesn’t either,” said Roger.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. You… and… your… hand.” I made a crude jerking motion, like I’d seen boys do.

Katie buried her face in her hands, laughing. “Oh God, I’m an idiot!”

“Let’s learn it,” said Roger.

“You do realize,” said Jason, “that under no circumstances can you play it at the spring concert.”

“So what?” said Ralph. “It’ll be a trip.”

Jamie poked him in the belly. “That’s a way weird lyric for a big tough guy like you to sing, brother!”

Ralph shrugged. “That just makes it even more punk rock, right?”

So that settled it. Jamie and I are getting together tomorrow evening to work on the new songs. Saturday would be better, but I’ll be helping Mom move. Julie is seeing if she can come over to Jamie’s house with me. If yes, some extra fun things might happen. If no, I have a promise to keep.

I haven’t been to Julie’s house this week, so the last time I saw Nettie was Sunday. They’re giving her a week to settle in before starting her in school. The school will be on a trial basis; if it doesn’t go well, Lisa says she’ll just get the stuff she needs to home school her, so the poor kid doesn’t get any more behind than she already is.

Julie tells me nothing has gotten better with Nettie. She eats what’s put on her plate, goes to the bathroom when she needs to go, and otherwise mostly sits staring off into space. She’ll answer questions if asked, but in as few words as possible. Night terrors are her biggest problem at this point. I don’t think Nettie knows this, but Jason put a baby monitor in the room so they can hear if she wakes up crying or something, but so far it’s been superfluous (another cool word from my thesaurus!). When Nettie wakes up in the middle of the night, she screams so loud it wakes the whole house.

In other news, the art exhibition where my tree mushrooms will be judged is weekend after next. It’s in Minneapolis, and it also happens to be my birthday that day, so we’re trying to figure out how it’s all going to work. Funny, but I’m kind of indifferent. I mean sure, I want to go, but I don’t really care about the competition results. I’m just glad people will be seeing my work.

February 3rd, 2007

Our visit to Jamie’s house yesterday afternoon got upgraded to a sleepover! That might seem odd because she’s so much older, but we sold it to our folks by telling them we had a lot of music to work through, and it might run late into the evening. If my mom had suspicions, she kept them to herself. As for Julie, I think Jason and Lisa were glad to send her someplace where she doesn’t have to wake up to Nettie screaming, even if it’s just for one night.

You know, it just now occurred to me to wonder how much Jason knows, or at least suspects about what Julie and I have been up to. He’s pretty smart, and this has been going on for months. If he does harbor suspicions, I guess it must not bug him, because he’s not exactly keeping Julie on a short leash.

Jamie’s mom insisted we have dinner there since we were spending the night, so we went over right after school. Dinner was a big, noisy affair… after all, Jamie’s got four siblings still living at home! They have a ginormous dining room table. Some of the kids I already kind of know; her sister Amy is a grade above Julie and me, and her sister Theresa is a grade lower. I guess Theresa and Nettie will be in the same class.

After dinner we escaped to Jamie’s attic bedroom.  “Let’s listen to music first,” she suggested.

We’d only listened to music on vinyl when I’d been here before, but this time Jamie popped in a CD, then showed us the case. It was a Black Sabbath album called Dehumanizer. The cover featured a robotic grim reaper about to kill a guy with a scythe, and the first song is the one we’re going to be learning, “Computer God.” It‘s a six minute track, and by the time it ended we were all topless. Jamie and I were locked in a passionate kiss, and Julie was sucking and licking Jamie’s nipples.

When our mouths drifted apart, I went to work on Jamie’s neck and jawline. “Ohhhhh… oh, little sister,” she moaned. When I got to her ear, I gave the lobe a delicate lick and whispered, “Do you like having your pussy eaten?” Jamie nodded eagerly, letting out a surprised squeal in response to something Julie did down below.

Moments later, Jamie’s jeans and panties had joined the pile of discarded clothes. My face was buried in her pubes, tongue grinding her clit, fingers pumping furiously in and out.

Julie was working my pants and underwear off, then trying to guide me onto my knees. Once she had me in position,  I felt her head move between my legs. Then her tongue was on my clit and her fingers buried in my pussy, and that pushed me to fuck Jamie even harder.

Her body gave a hard jerk, and then Jamie was coming. She had a hand clamped over her mouth, but it wasn’t enough to keep her quiet. Then she started pumping her hips in this wild fucking motion, and that was enough to push me to the edge and over. The last thing I did before it hit was yank my fingers from Jamie’s cunt and cover it with my mouth, sticking my tongue into her dripping hole. But she pushed me away after about thirty seconds, gasping, “Stop, stop!”

Then Julie scooched up to the head of the mattress, squeezing in beside Jamie and plunking her head down on the pillow. At some point she’d gotten completely naked. She’s starting to grow some hair down there, I noticed; just a dark little tuft. “My turn,” she firmly announced.

“You’ve never eaten pussy, have you?” I asked Jamie. She shook her head. Placing a hand on Julie’s thigh, I nudged her legs even further apart. “Wanna try it?”

Jamie thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I kinda do.” She bent to place a gentle kiss on Julie’s belly, then buried her face in it, nuzzling the soft skin. “You smell really good,” she said.

“Lick me,” Julie moaned. “I’m way past ready.”

Jamie got to work, hesitantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm. Julie gave a happy sigh, settling back into the damp sheets. I took her in my arms and began brushing her face with quick little kisses, finally capturing her mouth.

There’s nothing like kissing Julie. Sexy kissing is always great, but with her it’s totally special. We kissed until she had to break it off, throwing her arms around me and squeezing tightly, moaning, “Oh, fuck YES!” She came with her cheek pressed to mine, panting into my ear.

Afterwards the three of us lay snuggled up in a hot, sweaty tangle on the cramped little bed.

“So how was your first time eating pussy?” I asked Jamie.

“I was nervous at first,” she said, “but once I got into it, I had a GREAT time!” She gave me a sly look. “Do I get to taste you sometime soon, little sister?”

I placed a hand between my legs. “Think of this as an open invitation,” I said, trying to make my voice all low and sexy, but then I cracked up. That set Julie and Jamie off, and we shared a good laugh.

Something occurred to me. “Um, wow, it got really loud in here when we came,” I said. “You’re sure no one heard us, right?”

Jamie shook her head. “The joists are all stuffed with egg cartons, remember? That’s so I can play my guitars pretty loud up here and not disturb anybody. They wouldn’t have heard us over the stereo, anyway.”

She was looking back and forth between the two of us, her brow furrowed. “So let me get this straight,” she finally said. “You’re girlfriends. Like, an actual, for-real couple. But not exclusive, I guess.”

“We kinda are, actually… see, we only have sex with other people if both of us are there,” said Julie. “Maybe it’s a weird way to do things, but we’re still just kids, and this gives us room to explore. Maybe someday we’ll be exclusive.”

“So no hanky-panky if it’s just one of you?”

“Right,” I said. “If I’d come alone tonight, you and I would have just been jamming and hanging out.”

Jamie was nodding slowly, lost in thought. Then she sat up, rubbing her hands together. “Speaking of jamming…”

We got our clothes back on. I thought we’d be starting from scratch, but Jamie had been busy. She’d put all five of the new songs on her computer, ready to go. Even better, she had this really cool program that would slow stuff down without changing the pitch, or put a small section of a song in a loop.

“This is so cool,” said Julie. “I should see if my dad will put something like this on our computer.”

We spent the next couple of hours learning the new songs. Even Julie! She strapped on one of Jamie’s guitars and played along. Her ear is really good, so she was picking stuff up just as fast as we were. But she doesn’t have anything even approaching Jamie’s technique.

The Pink song took almost no time; it’s really simple, with very clear parts. The Black Sabbath took longer because it’s more complex, and because there’s almost no keyboards on it, I had to come up with my own stuff.

“Hungry Like the Wolf” wasn’t hard, and it had lots of weird, cool synth things for me to play. Same thing with “The Final Countdown,” although Jamie wasn’t quite happy with the guitar solo, saying she’d work on it later. “Child in Time” took us just a couple runthroughs. As we played it, my mind kept drifting back to what Jamie and I had been doing the first time I’d heard the song, and found myself heating up again. Heck, I’m getting that feeling right now. Control yourself, Mallory-girl!

Once we were satisfied with our work (and ready to blow everyone’s mind at rehearsal, having learned all five songs!) Jamie put on a record by a band called Rainbow. “Remember Deep Purple?” she said. “Same guitar player. But this also has Ronnie James Dio on it, the guy that sings on ‘Computer God.’ He’s been in a few different bands.”

She put it on, then she turned to me with a sly smile. “Oh, and by the way… is that invitation still open?”

It certainly was! We took our clothes back off as Mister Ronnie James Dio proclaimed himself to be the Man on the Silver Mountain. We got down to business with the darker, moodier second song (I checked the album sleeve later on and it’s called “Self Portrait”) providing the perfect backdrop. Jamie got to taste my aching pussy, and while she was going down on me, Julie started licking her. So I got Julie to shift around so I could get to her cunt, which I gobbled like it was the world’s tastiest sandwich. And then we slept.

***

We had to leave Jamie’s place around nine this morning, because I was supposed to help Mom move. But it actually turned out to be a pretty good day. Jason had gotten wind of the move and asked Mom if she’d like some help, and Lisa got a couple of guys from the fire department to come out and assist with the heavy lifting. We ended up with Jason and a couple of other men actually hauling the boxes and furniture, with Lisa, Nettie, Julie, Grandma, and me helping Mom unpack and get things organized.

I was worried about how the personalities were going to mix. My grandma is already kind of friends with the Hansons, but Mom not so much. It couldn’t have gone better! When Lisa mentioned she was pregnant I was just waiting for Mom to make a rude comment about conception out of wedlock, but instead she hugged Lisa and said she was happy for her. I should have known Julie would be okay; she’s always polite with adults, and she’s just so ridiculously cheerful that you have to love her a little.

Unfortunately I’ve finally met the one person even Julie can’t cheer up. Nettie did the things she was asked; helped unpack boxes, handed people things, carried stuff from one room to the next. But she barely spoke a word. At one point she went to the bathroom for what felt like fifteen minutes or so, and when I walked past I thought I heard sniffling.

“Are you all right in there, Nettie?” I asked through the door.

“I’m fine!” she called back, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t. My heart ached a little for her. I think maybe it’s good for her to cry; better that than wandering around with a blank zombie face. But I also think it’s not so good for her to hide from the rest of the world when she cries.

With all that help, we got the move done today instead of it taking up the whole weekend. Mom ordered pizza from the pub (no, we don’t have an actual pizza place in Dickson), Jason went and picked it up (no, the pub doesn’t deliver), and we had a little party.

So now I’m sitting in my new bedroom in Mom’s new apartment, finishing this up and thinking dirty thoughts. In my mind me, Julie, Megan, Jamie, Lisa, and my mom are lying on an impossibly large bed, in such an amazing tangle of arms and legs that nobody can tell who’s doing what to whom… but moans, sighs, squeals, and gasps of ecstasy are coming from every mouth in the room.

I can feel myself getting nice and wet, and I’m just waiting to hear Mom come to bed. Then I’m going to drive myself to an amazing orgasm with this juicy fantasy, and I’m going to moan extra loud when I come, enough so she’ll hear me. See you on the other side.

February 4th, 2007

Mom went to bed just a few minutes after I finished writing last night. As soon as I heard her settle in I got started, first fingering myself lightly, then stuffing a pillow between my legs and humping it. I didn’t have to exaggerate my moans of pleasure; the idea of putting on a show for Mom made me crazy hot! This time, instead of burying my face in my pillow to muffle the noise, I threw my head back and let my orgasm ring out.

I got my breathing under control as quick as I could; I wanted to hear what was going on in the next room! Sure enough, I could hear ragged, hitchy breathing that accelerated after awhile. The bedsprings creaked, and was that a muffled moan I heard?!

It was so hot, I had to masturbate again. This time I finger-fucked myself with my palm grinding my clit, and once again I made no attempt to be quiet. I listened carefully when I was done, but didn’t hear anything.

Mom kind of avoided my eyes at breakfast, and didn’t talk much. I gave her a hug before we left for church, deliberately pressing my face in between her tits. She held me close for almost a full minute before pulling away.

After church, Mom dropped me off at Julie’s house so she could go to work at the senior center; they’re having some kind of dinner and activities night there. Once I got Julie alone in her room, I told her what had happened, and her eyes gleamed. Then we went downstairs, and I powered up Jason’s synth so I could practice the new songs. I started out with the Duran Duran song, which is my favorite of the new batch.

At some point while I was working on it, Nettie came into the living room. I said hi, but she just looked away and settled onto the couch.

I wanted to practice the Black Sabbath song next. When I reached over to put it on, I noticed Nettie was watching me intently. I gave her a smile, and she quickly looked down at her hands. But as soon as I turned away, I could see her look back up.

“Computer God” starts with a simple drum intro followed by a heavy riff, and the moment that brutal-sounding distorted guitar pounded through the speakers, I could see Nettie sit forward a bit. I avoided looking directly at her, but was watching her out of the corner of my eye as I burned through the song.

I was satisfied with it on the first go, and was about to start the next tune when Nettie suddenly spoke up. “Are you putting a different song on now?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Can… can I hear that one again first?”

“Sure!” I said, “we can listen to the whole album if you want.” I thought I detected motion from the kitchen entrance, and glanced to the left. Sure enough, just out of Nettie’s line of sight I saw Lisa peering into the living room, an anxious Julie at her side. Lisa gave me a big smile and a thumbs-up.

I started the song over, playing along again and watching Nettie absently bob her head back and forth to the beat as it played. As promised, I just let the album play after that, kind of absentmindedly following along on the keyboard, but keeping it turned low. We listened to the album at Jamie’s house, but after all, we’d been kind of preoccupied while it was on! Now that I was paying attention, it really was a pretty good album.

Nettie seemed absolutely entranced throughout; she just sat through the whole forty-five minute or so runtime, sometimes bobbing her head, sometimes just listening.

When it was done, she got off the couch and came over to where I sat. “That was really different,” she said. “I liked it.”

“It’s called heavy metal,” I told her. “If you want to hear more, I have a friend who’s really into it. I’ll bet she’d let you come over and listen to her collection sometime.”

“That would be good,” said Nettie. Her face was expressionless, but there was more animation in her voice than I’d heard since we’d met. “Thanks for playing it for me.” She wandered off in the direction of her bedroom.

I hurried to join Lisa and Julie in the kitchen. “Did you guys SEE that?” I squealed.

“Yeah, holy crap!” said Julie.

“That’s the most response I’ve seen out of her so far,” said Lisa, “and you handled it just right, Mallory. Great job!”

Jason came home a bit later, and after being filled in on what had happened, he pulled out a CD by a band called Judas Priest (another band name I reckon my parents would just love) and turned it up so we could hear it in the dining room while we ate. Like before, Nettie bobbed her head in time to the music, her eyes constantly shifting towards the stereo in the living room. Then she asked for a second helping, something I’d NEVER seen her do.

I’m not sure what it is about heavy metal that’s getting through to Nettie when nothing else has so far, but we all see it as a positive sign. Me, I’m not sure that kind of music is quite my thing. I thought the album “Computer God” is on is good, but what that means is I can hear the quality of the writing and performances, not that it’ll ever be my first choice of something to listen to. My favorite of this new batch of songs is “Hungry Like the Wolf,” so I guess I’m more into what Jamie calls commercial rock. But if Nettie is actually responding in a positive way to heavy metal, I’ve GOT TO get her over to Jamie’s house to hear more of it.

I’m back at Mom’s apartment now, and you know what? I’m already tired of writing “Mom’s apartment” every time I mention the place. From now on, Dad’s place is Home One, and Mom’s is Home Two. So I’m in my bed at Home Two, writing this.

I was hoping for a repeat of what happened with Mom last night, but she turned in super-early because she has a class first thing in the morning, and I haven’t heard a peep out of her. That’s okay; I’m not feeling all that horny anyway. No surprise; there’s been a lot of orgasms packed into the last few days! I think I’m just gonna put my pen down and go to sleep.

On to Chapter Twenty-Four!