Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Right There

Reworked for Juicy Secrets by JetBoy

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in February 2006 }

***

“You’re a beautiful, beautiful bride, sweetheart,” my father said as he admired me in the mirror, a hand resting on my shoulder.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Then I added as I hugged him, “But you’d say that no matter what I looked like.”

He didn’t try to hide his smile as he said, “So sue me. That’s a father’s job. I’m really happy for you, Nell. Mark’s a terrific guy.”

“He is, Daddy. I’m sure this is the right thing.” I was sure now, but five years ago if you had told me I would end up here, marrying Mr. Dependable, I would have laughed in your face.

“Well. I’d better get going, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a few minutes — at the aisle.”

As he stepped through the door to my dressing room, he remembered something.

“By the way, you’ll never guess who showed up — Bobbi! I guess she decided she couldn’t miss seeing her baby sister get married after all.” He chuckled to himself, not noticing the blood draining from my face. As he turned to leave, he said, “She wanted to see you before the ceremony. I’ll send her in.” And he closed the door, leaving me alone… and reeling.

Bobbi? Damn it! What was she doing here? I couldn’t deal with seeing her now!

But deal with it I would have to, as the door swung open and she stepped in.

“Don’t close the…”

Too late. The door clicked shut, and I was alone with my big sister. I felt trapped already, and the world outside the door was fading away.

She was dressed up, for her, in black honest-to-god slacks, a white shirt, and a black jacket. With her close-cropped hair, she looked like a more feminine version of K.D. Lang. At least the way she was dressed covered most of her tattoos. God, how could my father not know she was a dyke? Maybe he didn’t want to.

My eyes traveled down without my thinking about it, as they had a thousand times before. Shit! She was packing! Who else had noticed? Who knew that I was alone in here with a lesbian wearing a strap-on cock?

I could feel myself breathing harder. Gotta get myself under control.

There was a time when I would have crawled across the floor for that cock. Would have begged. A time when I had done all of those things, plus things I didn’t let myself think about any more. My sister had held that kind of power over me. Gotta get myself under control, gotta get myself under control. I’m marrying Mark today.

“Hello, baby sister.”

“Bobbi… what the fuck–”

“What am I doing here?” She crossed the small room, closing the space between us as she spoke. “Well, I couldn’t let my baby sister get married and not see her before it happens, could I?”

“Bobbi, please. Don’t.”

“Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t come to send you on your way with best wishes?” She was only inches from me now, but I couldn’t seem to get myself to back away. She firmly grasped my shoulders and turned me to face the full-length mirror.

Standing behind me, looking over my shoulder, she said, “Let’s see how my baby sister dressed for her big day.”

“Bobbi, please. I’m twenty-three. I’m not your baby sister any more.”

She ignored that, as I had known she would. “Mmm. Very pretty. I don’t think you ever dressed this pretty for me when we lived together.”

“I dressed the way you wanted me to, and you know it. Like an ultra-femme slut. Bobbi, don’t do this. You’ve got to go.”

“Now, now, baby sister.” She had been steadily pushing me closer to the mirror; now it was within arm’s reach. “I couldn’t come all this way to see how you dressed up for your wedding and not get a good look at what your new hubby’s going to see later, could I?” She started pulling up my dress, but that wasn’t easy; there was a lot of it.

“Bobbi, please. Please don’t.” But I couldn’t make myself stop her.

Finally she had an armful of wedding gown bunched around my waist. “Well. Very, very nice. I see you still have some of the things you used to wear for me after all.”

“This isn’t something I ever wore for you.” But it might as well have been. White heels and white stockings, held up by a garter belt that matched my skimpy thong. I still felt a little awkward, dressing like this, but knew Mark would love seeing me in it later. He deserved that, damn it! I was marrying him in a few minutes, and he deserved to see me walking to our bed in my heels and sexy lingerie. He deserved a wife who was only thinking about showing off for him, not for her dyke sister… her sexy, desirable dyke sister.

“And do you still shave that adorable pussy of yours?”

“No! I mean, I leave a little hair above it. And that’s none of your business any more, Bobbi.” God, my legs were trembling.

“Why, baby sister, there was a time when you would have lifted up that pretty dress yourself and shown me everything you had… anywhere I asked you to. In fact, here. Hold your dress up for me.”

I wanted to hit her, to kick her, to scream, call her a sadistic bitch. But instead I took my dress from her and held it up.

This allowed her to lower her hands, to run them over my hips, my bottom. “So tell me — does Mark ever fuck you in the ass?”

I should’ve known that was coming. I was crimson with anger. First, at Bobbi for doing this to me. Second, at myself, because my sister was turning me on. “You know he doesn’t.”

“He doesn’t? But baby sister, all men want to fuck their girl in the ass sooner or later. What do you tell him?” She ground herself against my back as she spoke. I could feel that latex cock through her pants now, the length of it pressed firmly between my cheeks.

“I just tell him that I c-can’t, that it freaks me out.”

“But that’s not the real reason, is it?”

She’d run her fingers under the waistband of my thong, then suddenly gave it a violent yank to the side, tearing the bit of lace that ran over my hip and connected the front to the back. She effortlessly tugged the thong away, completely baring my bottom.

“That’s not the real reason,” she repeated, louder this time, “is it?”

“No.”

“What is the real reason?” As she talked she was inserting a leg between mine, gradually spreading my thighs further and further apart.

“It’s because… because of… you know, how we used to — you know.”

“It’s because your ass belongs to me, isn’t that it? To your big sister?”

A pause, then I mumbled, “Yes.”

“Because other people can have your cunt, but your ass is for me alone. Is that why?”

“Yes.”

As she talked she backed away from me a little, and I let myself believe that maybe she was done with me. Until I heard her zipper.

“Oh, God… Mommy, please don’t.”

“There. I was afraid you weren’t going to call me Mommy again.”

She fished in a pocket, then brought her hand around in front of me, where I could see it. She had a small bottle of lubricant in one hand, and she unscrewed the top and poured some onto her fingers.

“Please, Mommy. Please!”

“Shhh, now. We don’t want Mark to hear you. Imagine if he saw you like this? Holding your wedding dress up so your queer sister can fuck your ass. Of course he hasn’t. So let’s just be quiet so this stays our little secret, baby girl.”

She was behind me again, and I could hear her lubed hand sliding over her cock. Then she began to spread lubrication around the crack of my ass. My breath caught at her touch. I was on fire, I hated her, I wanted her. I wanted her to go away, to fuck off out of my life. And I wanted that finger inside me.

She put one hand back on my hip and the other on the back of my neck, pushing me over at the waist. She pressed my legs further and further apart until I was completely open for my sister. My cunt was dripping.

She draped my dress up over my back, which freed me to brace myself on the wall on either side of the mirror. Then I got what I most dreaded — and craved.

One finger slowly slid inside me, right up to the third knuckle. It probed around loosening my rectum for more, then was joined by another finger. I hadn’t felt this pressure, this warm, wonderful pressure, for four years — and it was stealing my breath away, causing my pussy to overflow.

She bent a bit at the knees, lowering the head of her girl-cock to my star. “I always loved you in heels like that. They put you at just the right height.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Please, Mommy,” I whimpered. But she knew perfectly well that it no longer meant please don’t.

The tip of her cock was pressing against my opening, the pressure slowly increasing in tiny steps. “Please what, baby girl? Please stop?”

I loved and hated that she was always so gentle about taking me. “No, Mommy.”

“What then, baby girl?” As we spoke, the tip slowly, ever so slowly, entered me.

“Please don’t stop, Mommy. Please… take me. Fuck me.”

As I said this, she gradually straightened at the knees and slid deeper and deeper.

“Of course I’ll fuck you, baby girl.” She began a soft pumping. “You knew I would fuck you.”

Harder.

“You knew it when I showed up.”

“Yes, Mommy. Oh, yes. God, yes.”

Harder.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“That’s my baby girl.”

Thrust.

“You love it when Mommy…”

Thrust.

“…fucks you…”

Thrust.

“…don’t you?”

Thrust.

Thrust.

“When Mommy…”

Thrust.

“…does you…”

Thrust.

“…in the ass.”

Thrust.

“Yes, Mommy. Ungh. Ungh. Please don’t, ungh, stop, Mommy. Oh. OH!”

Thrust.

“Oh, God.”

Thrust.

“Oh, God!”

She had me. She had me and she knew it, and I loved and hated that she knew it. Knew it like nobody else had ever known it, or ever would. Had known it, ever since Bobbi first seduced me when I was sixteen.

I was close to coming, and she knew exactly how close. She would draw my climax out of me as precisely as if she were performing brain surgery — pulling it out, but exactly how and when she wanted it. She was a master at the art of anal love.

I could still remember the first time my sister had done me that way. We’d been lovers for three months by then, starting when she coaxed me into bed one night. I was intoxicated by Bobbi, loved to spend hours with her, pleasuring each other the way only two girls can. Her kisses were sweet as wine, the taste of her cunt ambrosia. I didn’t care that she was a girl, or even that she was my sister — she made me feel so special, so loved.

Bobbi had already taken my virginity with her strap-on, so I was ready for more of the same that night when she fastened that silicone cock around her waist. But my big sister had other plans for me. She kissed me hungrily, then gazed deep into my eyes. “Nellie,” she crooned, “I want to introduce you to a new pleasure tonight. A new and… very special pleasure.”

She had me lie on a pillow, my hips elevated. I moaned as her hot, wet tongue trailed its way through the crack of my ass. Then I felt her fingers rubbing something slippery into my anal cleft. And suddenly my heart was throbbing as Bobbi placed the tip of her cock against the tight ring.

She was so tender, so gentle at first… slowly filling me with her easy strokes. But I soon hungered for more from her. Before long my sexy lesbian sister was really fucking my ass, pumping in and out at a faster and faster pace, pushing herself deeper inside me, driving me absolutely wild.

Those were the times when I called her “Mommy,” and she called me “baby girl.” Only when she fucked my ass. Our lovemaking was wonderful, but the anal sex we shared was beyond description — holy, even. Me, down on her bed on all fours, and Bobbi, her pelvis pressed against my butt, her cock deep in my asshole. Her cock inside me, moving deliciously in and out. Just like it was now, on my wedding day.

Her lips brushed my ear.

“Do you…”

Thrust.

“…want…”

Thrust.

Thrust.

“…to come for me…”

Thrust.

“baby girl?”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Yes, oh, Mommy. Mmmm… Please, Mommy. Please let me come. Oh, Mommy.”

Her timing shifted. She was no longer rushing me to my orgasm. Don’t ask me how she did it, but she could always take me to within a few steps of the cliff, hold me there, and then carry me through those last few steps painfully slowly, a millimeter at a time.

But when I fell off… Oh, God, when I fell off. Stars, rockets, explosions – none of it could begin to describe where my sister could take me when she ass-fucked me.

Bobbi had me on the knife-edge, and was holding me there, suspended in… ecstasy.

“Baby girl, look at me.”

I opened my eyes and found hers in the mirror. She ever so slowly pulled out until only the tip of her cock was still in me… then ever so slowly, my sister entered me again, exactly — exactly! — enough to take me over the edge.

It started deep inside, and slowly grew until it was everywhere, until nothing existed but her cock, my mind, and my orgasm. I was in two places at once. I was racing off that cliff, accelerating as if rocket-propelled, yet completely aware of my surroundings, of her. I felt absolute abandon — yet felt it objectively, like an observer. My sister’s eyes were speaking to me as clearly as though they were carving her thoughts in stone, but I couldn’t tell what the words meant; they were in another language.

Legs shaking, heart pounding fit to burst, this long-lost friend of an orgasm churns on and on — grows, builds.

“That’s it, baby girl. Give it to me.”

Each breath a conscious decision. Peaking? No. Still rising. Barely able to stand, I want to fall against the mirror, but I can’t let go of Bobbi’s eyes.

A tear, stained with mascara, slides down my cheek and drops onto my dress. My beautiful, white wedding dress. Then another.

I’m shaking. I would fall down if I didn’t have her cock in my ass. Another tear. And another. They’re falling faster now. I’m falling faster now.

I rush forward into blackness.

When I came to, the only thing holding me up was her arms. That and her cock, still buried in my rectum.

She slowly withdrew from me, then lowered me into a chair. I couldn’t control my legs yet. They were splayed wide, my pussy still fully exposed.

Bobbi knelt before me and kissed my cunt, pressing her face between my thighs, her tongue plunging into my vagina. Then she pulls away, taking me in her arms, her mouth claiming mine.

My sister kissed me gently at first, then her tongue slid between my lips. The taste of my cunt on Bobbi’s lips has my head spinning. I responded in kind, kissing my sister as hotly as I used to do.

My God, how I adore her. It’s like she never left, and I’m still her devoted sex toy. I’m already plunging headfirst into madness, throbbing with desire, wondering if I have enough time to go down on Bobbi before the ceremony begins.

Finally pulling away, she reached out and rested her hand against my cheek.

“I have to go, Nellie.”

A still, calm pause.

“I know,” I whisper.

A longer pause.

“I want you to be happy with Mark, you know.”

“I know.”

“But I’ll still come back someday, and fuck you again. I’ll have to.”

“Yes. You will.”

“I’ll have to.”

“I know that.”

She looked into the mirror, checking God knows what. Her hair is too short to get messed up, and she doesn’t wear makeup. She crossed to the door and opened it. She hesitated, then turned back, hesitated again, and finally said, “I love you, baby sister. I always will.”

“I know. I love you too.”

The door closes, and she is gone.

The End

by Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at The Nifty Archive in February 1999 }

My name is Julie and I’m a typical sixteen-year-old girl, bored and horny. It was Saturday morning and my parents were away for the weekend. I had already masturbated once before I got up and again in the shower, but it didn’t help much. I needed something besides my fingers between my legs. Then the phone rang; it was our neighbor asking if I could babysit her twelve-year-old daughter, Kim, until Sunday night.

“Sure,” I said, thinking of what I could do with the $25.00 that I’d be getting.

Kim was a pretty girl, her legs were long and shapely and she had long blond hair that came down to the middle of her back. She was always smiling, and when I saw her around the neighborhood, she would wave and say hello.

Kim arrived at noon with her overnight bag in hand. After lunch, we decided to lie around our backyard pool and work on our tans. It was a hot summer day and the pool would be a great way to stay cool and have some fun.

Our backyard was enclosed with a privacy fence and I liked to sunbathe in the nude when I was alone. So after Kim and I pulled a couple of cushions off two lounges and placed them a few feet apart on the deck, I slipped my bikini top off without even thinking of asking her if she minded. She was wearing a two-piece as well and she glanced over at my bare breasts and said, “I think I’ll take my top off too, Okay, Julie?”

“Best way to get a good tan,” I said. As I watched her, I realized she had great skin. Her breasts were small but forming nicely; she had adorable little pink nipples. I felt a tingle of excitement at the sight of Kim’s body but wrote it off as just being a teenager in a constant state of arousal. She obviously sunbathed in the nude too; she had no tan lines. I enjoyed watching her wiggle her ass around on the cushion to get comfortable. Things were looking up, I thought, and decided to take a gamble and see how she reacted.

“Kim,” I said. “I normally lay out here nude when I’m by myself. Since it’s just us girls, do you mind if I take my bottom off?”

She smiled. “Only if I can, too.”

“Hey, great.” I hooked my thumbs under the sides of my bikini, and a second later I was naked. As I tossed it aside, I noticed the crotch was wet. My pussy was way ahead of my fantasies, I thought.

Kim was laying on her back and she brought her legs up and slipped her bikini off. When she did, I got a revealing look at her ripe, young sex. It was perfectly shaped: a hint of a mound with delicate lips that flaring out slightly at the bottom, and a trace of blond fuzz. I had to admit, seeing this little girl’s pussy was a turn-on and the idea of being alone with her for the weekend made my whole body tingle. I slid my hand down to my crotch to confirm I was definitely wet.

Kim saw me touch myself and her eyes lingered on my pussy after I took my hand away. Then she smiled and turned over on her stomach, her head resting on her arms.

I didn’t want to seem like I was staring but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her ass was flawlessly rounded and her cute toes begged to be sucked. Her skin was tanned the color of light copper and her blond hair flowed like liquid gold down across her shoulders. The more I looked, the more aroused I got.

***

I had never made it with a girl before. Well, not technically anyway. I had a girl finger me in a swimming pool once when I was twelve. We were on family vacation and I had made friends with this girl at a motel pool. Her name was Sara, and she was a couple of years older than me. We hit it off right away and spent the afternoon sunbathing, talking and laughing. It was getting dark and my dad told me I had to come up soon and get ready to go to dinner. After he and mom went to our room, there was no one left in the pool so Sara and I decided to go for one last swim.

We floated around for a while and then she said she felt like doing something crazy. I said like what? She said like skinny-dipping. I told her she was nuts; someone would see us. She said there was no one around, and besides, it would be fun. She unhooked the catch on the front of her top and playfully flashed me her breasts, daring me to show her mine. Then she took her top off, slipped out of her bottom, and laid both on the edge of the pool.

I was wearing a string bikini and the water was deep enough to cover my breasts. There were little bows on my hips that held my bottom on and a bow in the front that kept my top in place. Sara pulled the string between my breasts and the material fell away. Before I could cover back up, she sank under the water and untied the bows on my hips. With a broad smile, she surfaced with my bikini bottom in her hand. I tried to grab it but she tossed it on the ledge beside hers. A second later, she did the same with my top. Then, with a wink, she turned and dove under. When I saw her bare ass, I decided, why not?

We splashed around and chased each other for a while, giggling at how naughty we were. Then I got nervous that my dad would come down and catch us so I told Sara I had to put my suit back on. I swam over to the ledge, but before I could reach for it, she came up and kissed me on the mouth. I asked her why she did it and she said that I was sexy and really turned her on. She told me she wished she were a boy because she wanted to fuck me. Then she kissed me again, this time a long French kiss and I felt her hand between my legs.

I was so stunned I didn’t know what to do. Before I could react, her finger was inside me.

My heart jumped when she found my clitoris. In no time I was breathing hard and trying to hold on to the side of the pool. She pressed her body against mine and continued to French kiss me while she finger-fucked me.

At twelve years old, I was already masturbating at least once a day, but this was the first time anyone had ever done it for me. It didn’t take long for her to make me come. It was my first real sex with another person and I loved it. After I managed to catch my breath, I begged her to do it to me again. She smiled and said she had a better idea: could I sneak out of my room and meet her later that night? She promised that if I did, she would make me come with her mouth. My pussy quivered at the thought of her licking it. I almost died when I remembered I was supposed to go with my parents to visit relatives that night. She said that was too bad because she could show me how much fun girls can have with each other.

Reluctantly, we put our suits back on. Before she left, Sara kissed me goodbye and gave my pussy one last caress through the thin material of my bikini. Then she swam over to the ladder. I wanted her so bad I cried as I watched her go.

“Don’t forget me,” she said climbing out. I never did.

***

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly a lesbian. I’ve already let a couple of boys get between my legs. But I’ve always wondered what it would have felt like to have sex with Sara. I broke up with my last boyfriend over three weeks ago. And he was just getting to where he could fuck me without shooting off in the first ten seconds. Since then, the only sex I’d had was with the five lovers on the end of my hand. So as horny as I was, the thought of spending the weekend alone with Kim definitely made my mouth water and my pussy wet. Suddenly, her voice shook me out of my dreamy state.

“Julie, will you rub lotion on me?”

I felt a rush of heat through my body realizing she had asked me to touch her. “Sure, Kim,” I said. “But you’ve got to promise you’ll do me, too.”

I couldn’t believe I’d said that. Did she realize what I really meant? Did she know the sight of her naked body was setting me on fire? If she did, she showed no reaction.

I shoved my cushion up next to hers and opened the bottle of suntan lotion. My thigh pressed against the side of her leg as I knelt down and I felt the heat from her skin. I was nervous as I squirted out a small amount of lotion onto my palm. I rubbed my hands together and applied the coconut-scented liquid to her back.

Her skin was even softer than I imagined. I babied it, moving my hands in slow circles over her shoulders and down her back and sides. Kim stretched her arms out over her head and I leaned forward to rub the lotion on them. My breasts touched her back and my nipples hardened against her warm skin.

She kept her eyes closed but I saw a bit of a smile as my nipples lightly brushed across her back. I repositioned myself to get at her legs while my gaze stayed on her ass. Would she let me touch it? Rub lotion into her crack? Between her legs? Or would she get scared and run away?

I babied her feet; pampering them and running my fingers between each perfect little toe. All I could think about was putting them in my mouth. Eventually I moved up her calves to the back of her legs behind her knees. I hoped she liked being touched there as much as I did. Then I moved on to the back of her thighs, getting ever closer to her ass. By now my pussy was so wet that I smelled my arousal. I wondered if Kim could too.

Well, here goes, I thought. I squirted a little lotion onto my palm and placed both hands on her ass. Lightly, I rubbed the sides first and worked my way inward.

“Mmmm,” Kim said. “That feels so good, Julie. You do it just like Janet.”

“Who’s Janet?” I said, taken by surprise.

“My girlfriend. We sunbathe together a lot and she loves rubbing lotion all over me. She’s such a tease.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Oh, you know. She likes to put her hand between my legs and play with me. Sometimes I think she’s a lez but she swears she likes boys too. Anyway, you’d like Janet a lot.”

“I’m sure I would,” I said, not believing my ears. Kim lets her girlfriend touch her? I knew immediately I’d died and gone to heaven. The prospect of having sex was looking better all the time. If I couldn’t have a nice hard dick inside me, Kim’s tongue would do just fine.

I put a few more drops of lotion on my palm and rubbed it across her ass cheeks. As my fingertips slipped into her crack, Kim spread her legs. Slowly, I traced the inside of her crack stopping for a moment when my fingertip found her little anus, so puckered and tight, and so inviting. My heart was pounding and I was sure she could hear it. I moved my hand down and rubbed the lotion along her inner thighs. Holding my breath, I let my finger touch her. She was soft; her pussy lips felt like delicate flower petals. It took everything I could do not to penetrate her.

My head was spinning. All I could think about was making love to her. Finally, I realized I had covered every inch of the back of her body with lotion. There was no reason to continue without being accused of sexually molesting a minor. Then Kim turned over and smiled up at me. She stretched out her arms and said, “Do my front, Julie.”

“Do you like it when your girlfriend plays with you?” I asked.

“I love it,” she said, closing her eyes. “It feels really good and it’s so much fun.”

“Do you ever, you know, play with her?”

“Sure. But mostly I just let Janet do whatever she wants. And most of the time, all she wants to do is put her fingers in me.” She giggled and ran her hand down between her legs. I watched in fascination as she rubbed herself.

“Janet sleeps over a lot on the weekends,” she continued. “After my mom goes to bed, we stay up late and watch TV. Janet loves making out so we lay on the couch and do that a lot.”

“Has your mom ever caught you?”

“Yeah, once after school. Janet came over and we were up in my room. My mom came home early and walked in on us.”

“What were you doing?” I asked. My pussy was throbbing.

“We were laying on my bed making out and Janet had her hand in my panties.”

“Did your mom get upset?”

“At first she did. But later she said it was just a phase girls went through and that she did it when she was young too. She said we should just be careful.”

“Careful?”

“You know, that if we were going to experiment, we should only do it with each other, not with boys and wind up getting pregnant.”

I was mesmerized by the innocent way Kim described having sex with her girlfriend and I wondered if she had any idea how turned on she was making me.

Then Kim said, “But my mom really couldn’t say too much when she caught us.”

“Why is that,” I asked

“Well, because there’s a girl that my mom works with that comes over sometimes. They drink a lot of wine and hug and kiss, and sometimes she sleeps over with my mom. I can hear them through the wall. I know they’re experimenting just like Janet and me.”

She touched herself again. Then she said, “Once, Janet was over and my mom and her girlfriend were in the next room. We got really turned on listening to them and Janet said we should take our clothes off and go get in bed with them. You know, maybe they would let us watch or something. We almost did it but chickened out at the last minute.” Kim giggled and said, “But we still took our clothes off and had lots of fun playing with each other.”

I had never been so turned on in my life. My pussy was soaked, and ached so much it hurt as I pressed my legs together.

Taking a deep breath, I put more lotion on my hands and placed them on her stomach, first rubbing her hips and sides. Would she let me touch her breasts? I slowly moved closer to those ripe little mounds. I’d already touched her ass, and for a brief instant, her pussy. And she told me she let her girlfriend do it all the time. So why not? Acting like it was the most natural thing in the world for a girl to do to another girl, I rubbed my slippery hands over her breasts. Her nipples turned into little hard buds as I played with them between my fingers.

Kim smiled. “That feels really nice, Julie.”

As I continued to run my hands over her chest and stomach, my eyes wandered down to that heavenly spot between her legs. I moved down her stomach until I touched her little patch of fuzz and played with its velvety texture for a moment. Then I rubbed her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and spread her legs letting me know I could keep going. Slowly I moved my hand up until I was touching her. I had to go slow, not frighten her off, so I lightly rubbed her just enough to apply the lotion. Her reaction was a soft moan as she spread her legs further apart.

I cupped her pussy and gently stroked it, my middle finger sliding along her slit. Then I let it ease in between her folds. She was so warm and wet, and she responded by pushing against my hand. I watched her face as my finger disappeared inside her. My other hand was already busy between my own legs.

Kim opened her mouth and sighed, bringing a hand up to play with her nipple. Then she turned her head so she could watch me masturbate. At that moment, I think we both knew we were going to make love. She reached between my legs and put her hand on mine, playing with my fingers as I worked them in and out of my hole.

“I like to do that too,” she said. “I do it a lot.”

I was about to increase my rhythm when she said, “Julie?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Can I do you now?”

Another thirty seconds and I could have made us both come. But I stopped and reluctantly took my finger out of her. “Okay, Kim,” I said breathlessly.

I lay back on my cushion and brought my finger to my nose. A wave of forbidden excitement swept over me as I smelled her and realized I wanted to have sex with this little girl more than anything.

She got up and knelt beside me, squirted some lotion on her palms and rubbed them together. Then she started massaging my feet, playing with my toes like I had hers. “What are you thinking about?” she asked after a moment.

“A movie I saw once. It was about an American girl who took a trip to Japan. One day she went to get a massage from a Geisha girl.”

“What’s a Geisha girl?” Kim asked, spreading the lotion along my legs.

“A Geisha Girl is one who likes to please others,” I said. “Anyway, when they were alone, they took off all their clothes and the American girl lay on her back. The Geisha was going to rub lotion on the girl but instead of using her hands, she put the lotion on her own body. Then she laid on top of the American girl and rubbed it all over her.”

Kim thought for a moment. “Wow, that sounds like fun. Can I do it to you?”

“I was hoping you’d want to,” I said as my heart raced.

Kim knelt between my feet. Then she held the bottle up and squirted a generous amount on her chest and breasts. After she spread it around, she crawled toward me until her breasts were over my hips. She lowered herself down and started a slow back and forth motion applying the lotion with her breasts across my stomach. “Like this?” she said, smiling up at me.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” My breathing quickened when our nipples touched; her soft breasts pressed into mine.

When we were face-to-face, she asked, “So were they lesbians?”

“Who,” I said, not able to think straight.

“The two girls, silly.”

“No, not the American,” I said. “She had a boyfriend and they were always screwing. But she was definitely bisexual because she really got off with the massage. I think the Geisha girl was probably a lesbian, though.”

“So what did they do next?”

“Well,” I said, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. “They kissed.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Kim asked, never stopping her slow, side-to-side movement.

“Yes,” I said.

“Janet and I kiss a lot.” She shifted her hips over so our pussies were pressing into each other’s thighs. With no attempt to hide it, she was humping my leg as we masturbated each other.

“Kissing a girl is nice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “It’s so soft, a lot softer than kissing a boy.” Kim moved her hips faster. “And after they kissed,” she asked, her breathing now more rapid, “what did they do?”

“The Geisha girl turned around so they were in a sixty-nine and they made love.” I was finding it hard to speak now as we ground into each other.

“Did you make love to the girl you kissed?”

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

“At the time, I didn’t really know what making love was. Not the way two girls do it, anyway.” I could feel my climax building, my stomach sucked in and out. My back arched and pushed harder onto her thigh.

“And now? Do you know how two girls make love?”

“Yes.”

She paused for a moment, then whispered, “Can we do it, Julie? You and me?”

“Kim, sweetheart, that’s all I’ve wanted to do since you got here.” I pulled her face to mine and we kissed hard and deep, her golden hair falling down all over my face. She tasted so sweet and her body felt heavenly on top of me. The intensity of our mutual masturbation increased and it took only a minute more for us to climax together. I felt her warm juice flow out onto my leg as Kim’s body stiffened. Her head jerked back and she closed her eyes tight, grinding herself into my thigh as hard as she could. At the same time she pushed her leg down causing my pussy to spasm in ecstasy.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time trying to catch our breaths. Then we kissed, this time a soft kiss that seemed to go on forever. Our lips were like feathers lightly brushing each other, our tongues dancing a slow dance together.

Finally, Kim said, “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Okay,” I said and we got up and walked to the edge of the pool. I waited for her to dive in first so I could get a glimpse of her cunt lips between her legs. Then I jumped in and swam after her. We were lovers: touching, hugging, kissing, and laughing. We would take turns swimming between each other’s legs and Kim would tickle my pussy on her way through. We chased each other, splashing and wrestling. When our bodies pressed together, it was incredible. She swam away and suddenly come up in front of me, throwing her arms around my neck and planting kisses all over my face.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Because you make me feel soooo good.” Then she giggled and swam away teasing me to chase her.

“Let’s get out and go inside,” I said the next time I had her in my arms.

Kim eagerly agreed and swam over to the ladder. She climbed up but stopped halfway to bend over and ring out her long hair. I was right behind and her perfect little bottom was only inches from my face. Unable to resist, I kissed both cheeks and ran my tongue inside her crack, finding her anus. She let out an adorable little laugh and smiled back at me. “I like it when you do that, Julie. Will you do it when we make love?”

“I’ll do it until you beg me to stop, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I won’t want you to stop.” Then she wiggled her ass in my face and scooting up the ladder.

My heart was racing as we toweled off. Then I took her hand and we walked across the patio to the house. I saw our reflection in the glass sliding doors: two naked girls hand-in-hand, hot for each other and about to have sex. It was so erotic it made me dizzy. Kim saw our reflection too and slipped her arm around my waist, leaning in to give my nipple a playful kiss.

We went upstairs to my bedroom and Kim waited while I closed the shades. I tuned my stereo to a soft rock station and went to her. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her delicate body to mine. Looking up at me, Kim closed her eyes and opened her mouth in invitation. We kissed passionately, our eager tongues trying to taste everything at once. Then I laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of me, kissing her mouth, face, eyes; all that I could.

We softly touched and caressed, snuggled and hugged, our bodies pressed tight, our legs entwined; we breathed the same air and drank the moisture from each other’s mouths. I smelled her hair, her neck, her arms; everything about her sent waves of excitement through me. I ran my hands down her back and over her bottom. My finger found her anus and I gently probed until it started to let me in.

She moved her hips making her pussy meet mine and I sucked in a deep breath when I felt the heat between her legs.

I was eating her face now, licking and kissing everything. Kim answered my hungry mouth with anxious kisses.

I rolled her over on her back and she opened her legs giving herself to me completely. I moved to her left nipple, and the second I took it in my mouth, she arched her back and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I went from one nipple to the other leaving a wet trail in between. Then I continued my slow journey down her body first exploring her navel with my tongue and then biting and kissing her soft patch of fuzz.

She spread her legs more as I loved her inner thighs with my tongue. Her hips bucked and she tried to maneuver herself to my mouth. All I could smell was her sex and I found it more sensual than any perfume. I was dizzy with the thought of making this little girl give off the fragrance of an aroused woman. I didn’t have to touch her to know she was soaked. Her lips were flared open, gorged with arousal and ready for sex; they glistened with moisture. Her clitoris stuck out hard and erect like it was about to burst. I was determined to take her to the heights of ecstasy and make it last as long as I could. So without touching her sex, I kissed and licked all around it.

I worked my way down the inside of her legs to her ankles. Then I got on my knees, took her right foot and placed it on my left breast. While she used her toes to play with my hard, swollen nipple, I kissed and licked her other foot.

Her little toes were so adorable with their bright cherry red nails. I slid my tongue between each one then sucked them like candy. Kim tried to masturbate but I made her take her hand away. “Not yet, honey. Besides, that’s my job.”

“You’re so mean,” she said, going back to playing with her breasts.

After I finished her right foot, I swapped it with the other and started over. Her wet toes on my sensitive nipple sent shock waves straight down between my legs.

“Julie,” she said between moans. “You’re making me crazy. I need you to eat me now.”

“Patience, sweet baby.”

“If you’re not going to do me, then I’m not going to play with you anymore.” She pretended to pout and took her foot off my breast but I grabbed it and placed it on my crotch. I was flowing like a river and her big toe easily slid inside quickly finding my erect clitoris. Now we were both playing dirty, I thought.

After a few delicious minutes of sucking her toes while she fucked my pussy, I realized I was going to come if I didn’t slow. Then Kim said, “Please, Julie, I can’t wait. I need you here, now.” With a gesture of urgency, she pointed between her legs.

The fragrance of her arousal was so strong, it made me light-headed. I could tell from her rapid breathing and the rolling motion of her pelvis that she was more than ready to fuck.

I took her foot from my pussy. Her toes were covered with my juice and I licked each one clean. I loved the taste of my own honey; the most erotic part of masturbating was licking the juice from my fingers afterwards. I often wondered what another girl would taste like. Now, I was about to find out.

I started licking and kissing my way back up the inside of her legs, taking my time, enjoying the sensation of her young skin on my lips. Then I lay down between her legs and blew on her slit placing little kisses on each side of it.

“Oh, please, Julie.” she whispered, pushing on the back of my head. “Please lick me now.”

“You’re only a minute away from heaven, sweet baby,” I said. Then I covered her pussy with my mouth and shoved my tongue in as deep as I could. She cried out as she clamped her legs around me like she would never let go.

Eating Kim was the most sensual thing I had ever done. I couldn’t get enough of her: the salty taste of her skin; the softness of her inner thighs pressed against the sides of my face; the tickle of her adolescent fuzz on my nose; the fresh smell of her young sex; the tenderness of her fingers in my hair; the childlike cries of pleasure; her beautiful body responding to my every touch. I wanted to stay there forever.

Her slender hips followed the rhythm of my tongue and she positioned herself so I could penetrate her as deep as possible. As her pelvic thrusts increased, I concentrated on sucking her clitoris while I slid a finger in her. When it was covered with her juice, I played with her anus. This time, my slippery finger easily penetrated her warm rectum.

Kim went wild emitting little grunts and yelps as she bucked against my face. She brought her legs up and grabbed the back of her knees. With her toes pointed at the ceiling, she spread herself wide open. Her moans got louder until she cried and laughed at the same time. Her honey thickened and her pussy walls started to spasm-I knew she was getting ready to climax.

Suddenly, she stiffened. “Oh, Julie! Here it comes!” Her juice ran into my mouth and down my chin, dripping into her crack. I tried to lap up every drop.

Without slowing down, I sucked her clitoris while working my finger completely up into her ass. She had two more short, quick orgasms in a row before I slowed. Finally, her body relaxed, her legs came down at my sides and she went limp. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, her tongue slowly licking her lips. She stroked my hair as her breathing normally.

Her body was covered with sweat and her scent was everywhere. I moved up beside her and propped up on my elbow. Stroking her radiant face, so flushed with sex, I whispered, “How’s my sweet lover?”

“Oh, Julie,” she whispered. Then she turned on her side and touched my face. We kissed and she said, “I can taste myself on your lips.” Then we kissed again.

For a while, we just let our hands caress our bodies, saying with a touch what words could not. Kim gently played with my nipples, my navel, and pubic hair as we stared into each other’s eyes. With my fingertip I traced the edge of her ear, her cheek, her lips. Then she said, “Let’s make love again. This time, let’s do it like in that movie you told me about. Remember, when the girls did the sixty-nine?”

“I think that would be very nice,” I said, kissing her softly. Then I rolled on my back and helped Kim get up and swing her leg over me. She backed up until her ass was over my face. Bringing my knees up, I spread my legs and felt her long hair fall down between my thighs. Looking up, I opened her with my fingers. Then I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her to me.

Kim tenderly kissed my folds and explored them with the tip of her tongue. I pushed my nose into her crack as I licked her, savoring the tangy taste, the musky smell, and sexy heat of her tight little bottom. She opened me up with her fingers and went right to my swollen clitoris, taking it between her lips and loving it with her tongue. As she did, she wet her finger with my juice and slipped it into my ass. The combination of her tongue and finger moving inside me blinded me with passion.

We held on tight and buried our faces between each other’s legs. Muffled cries and the smell of sex filled the air. At that moment, the room faded and there was nothing else in the world but two girls making love.

***

It was almost dark when I awoke. Kim looked like an angel asleep beside me. Her breathing was slow and relaxed, her face a picture of bliss.

We had made love for hours that afternoon, trying any way we could think of to please each other. Kim sat on my face and squirt her honey into my mouth. Then we lay pussy to pussy in a scissors position rubbing our wet clits against each other. She lay on her stomach and let me eat her from behind, and we tried the sixty-nine again, this time with me on top. Each time was better than the last as we became experienced lovers discovering new ways to make each other climax. At some point, out of sheer exhaustion, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I lay and watched her for a long time before I gently put my hand between her legs. Still asleep, she instinctively spread herself. Then she opened her eyes and turned her face to me. With a smile, she said, “What a nice way to wake up.” Kim pulled me to her and we kissed. Her mouth was so soft and warm. “Promise you’ll always wake me like that?” she said.

“What if I want to use my tongue?”

“Mmmm, even better.”

We French kissed as I moved my finger inside her. She responded by pushing against my hand with her hips. “Did you have nice wet dreams?” I asked.

“Yes, they were all about making love with you.” Within seconds, Kim’s breathing increased and her pelvis moved faster. “I want to fuck some more,” she said, running her tongue into my mouth.

I rolled on my back. “Come here, honey,” I said, making Kim sit up. She quickly realized what I wanted and straddled my head positioning her pussy over my mouth. She was already soaked, her clitoris stuck out like a tiny penis.

I sank my tongue into her and reached around to find her anus. She was humping my face faster and faster in long movements and then short, quick bursts. Then she leaned back and cried out, her warm honey flowing into my mouth. She had gone from being asleep to climaxing in less than two minutes.

Slowly, Kim rolled off me and lay with her back to me. While I casually fingered myself, I lay on my side and kissed the back of her legs and her bottom, drunk with the sweet smell of her sex. After a moment, she raised her leg so I could kiss her pussy from behind and I realized she wanted to fuck again. “Sweet baby, you’re insatiable.” I gave her pussy a loving kiss and propped up on my elbow.

“If insatiable means I want you to eat me some more, you’re right,” Kim said. She sat up and smiled at me.

“I intend to, sweetheart,” I said, taking her face in my hands, kissing her. “But first, I’m thirsty. How about you?”

“Very.”

I took her right hand and held it in mine. “Is this the lucky one?” I asked, kissing her middle finger.

“What do you mean by lucky one?”

“The one you use to love yourself with?”

“Oh,” she said blushing. “You mean when I masturbate.”

I put her finger in my mouth and slowly stroked it with my tongue until it was nice and wet. Then I guided it down between her legs. “Keep it warm for me,” I said, hopping off the bed and heading down to the kitchen. I looked back to see Kim’s eyes already closed, her finger moving in little delicate circles around her clitoris.

The first thing I spotted in the refrigerator was a half-full bottle of wine. I grabbed it and a glass, and ran back up the stairs. I could smell her all over me. It made me so turned-on, I felt my juice dripping down the inside of my legs.

When I walked in the bedroom, the scent of our lovemaking almost knocked me over. Kim had positioned herself on her back with her legs spread so I could see what she was doing. She was so beautiful I wanted to forget the wine and dive right in between her legs.

“I missed you so,” she said, bringing her finger up to her lips. “It’s just not the same as your tongue.” Then she giggled and sat up. “What did you bring me?”

“Do you like wine?” I said, sitting on the bed next to her.

“I love it. My mom always keeps some in the frig and Janet and I sneak a sip sometimes.”

Kim scooted over until she sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist, little drops of honey from her wet pussy dripping down on mine. I poured some wine in the glass and we took turns drinking.

“This is good,” Kim said.

I took another sip. Holding a little in my mouth, I pulled her to me. She instinctively opened her mouth and I let the wine flow from mine into hers as we kissed.

“The wine makes me feel really warm and sexy,” Kim said as our kiss ended and she swallowed the liquid. She put her arms around my neck, her adolescent breasts resting on top of mine. “Do you think I’m sexy, Julie?”

“I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Sexy enough to eat,” I said, nibbling her neck.

“I want another drink.”

I poured a little more into the glass but she tapped her finger on my lips. “No, silly,” she said. “I want it from here.”

I took a sip and she opened her lips to receive my kiss. This time we passed the liquid back and forth a few times before she swallowed it. Then she slipped her hand between my legs. “Now I want to drink what comes out of here,” she said, putting her finger in me.

“You mean you’re still thirsty?” I asked.

“Yeah, for some Julie juice.” She laughed out loud at her little joke. Then she took the wine bottle and said, “I’ll show you something cool Janet taught me.”

Kim slid off my lap. I watched in fascination as this adorable little angel got up on her knees and spread them apart. She placed the bottle between her legs and slowly eased herself down on its lip. Guiding the bottle with one hand, she used her other to play with her clit. Her breathing soon quickened and I could see her fingers were getting wet. Then she used both hands to spread herself open wide.

Another wave of arousal swept over me watching this incredibly erotic act as the lip of the bottle slipped inside her. When it was in about two inches, she moved up and down very slowly. As she fucked the bottle, she continued stroking herself.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it sliding in and out of her as I heard her breathing increase. Suddenly, she gasped and her body quivered. She closed her eyes and I saw honey flow out of her and down the neck of the bottle. I was so turned on, I almost fell over. My heart pounded.

Then she took the bottle from between her legs and handed it to me. “Want a taste?”

I took it and touched it to my lips. It was sticky and slightly sweet like honey but with a touch of salt from the sweat of her crotch. I savored every drop as I licked the lip and neck clean. Then I tipped it up and took a long drink.

“So now that you’ve had both, what do you like more, me or the wine?” she said.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

Kim giggled that sweet laugh I’d already come to adore. It was so cute and soft, so full of innocence and yet provocative at the same time. God, she was soooo sexy. Before the night was over, I was going to lick and kiss every inch of this little piece of girl-candy. But first, I decided to put her through her own brand of turn-on.

I got up on my knees, spread my legs and stroked my pussy. My fingers slid in and out, teasing my clitoris. I was already wet from watching her fuck the bottle so it took only a moment for me to be ready. I positioned the lip of the bottle between my legs and let it slide into me. I was soaked and there was no resistance as four inches disappeared. Then I masturbated.

Kim leaned back on her heels, spread her legs and fingered herself while she watched. Every so often, she would switch hands and lick the juice off her fingers. When I came, I felt a flood of my honey flow out and down the bottle’s neck. My chest was heaving and my body glistened with perspiration as I took the bottle and handed it to her.

She locked her eyes on mine and put the bottle to her lips. “Delicious,” she said, licking the neck like a Popsicle melting in the heat. When she had cleaned it off, she tipped it up and took a drink.

I leaned forward and took her face in my hands kissing her. She kissed me back and then I took the bottle and glass and sat them on the nightstand. “Sweetheart,” I said. “I’ve got to go pee. Lay down and I’ll be right back.”

“Julie, can I watch?”

“What?”

“Please,” she begged.

“Why do you want to watch?”

“Because I like to. I promise it’ll be fun. Janet and I watch each other pee all the time.”

“I’ve got to meet this Janet,” I said, taking Kim’s hand, leading her to the bathroom. “So you just want to watch me?” I stood next to the toilet.

“Sit down and spread your legs,” Kim said. “You’ll love what I’m going to do, I promise.”

I did what she asked. Then my lover knelt down in front of me and put her hand between my legs. She stroked my pussy, still wet and sticky from the bottle.

“Don’t pee yet,” she said, playing with my slit. Soon, I felt one of her delicate little fingers inside me and then two. She found my clitoris and started rubbing it. I could feel it swell up and come out of its hiding place. I had to pee badly, and yet this was so wonderfully nasty having her hand between my legs and her fingers inside me. I started breathing hard as I felt yet another climax building. I put my hands on her shoulders for support.

She smiled up at me and said, “Okay, do it.”

A flood of liquid shot out of me just as I came. I looked down and watched her rubbing me, the hot golden urine squirting on her hand. It was so erotic and one of the best climaxes I’d ever had. I leaned over and kissed her, running my tongue into her mouth to find hers. When I was done, she giggled and got up. Rinsing her hand off in the sink, she took a washcloth, wet it, and wiped me clean. “I told you you’d like it,” she said with a big smile.

“God, did I.” I kissed her all over her face.

“Now, my turn. I’ve got to pee too.”

I stood up and let Kim take my place on the toilet. She spread her little legs wide and I knelt in front of her. I reached out and stroked her pussy, letting my finger slip into her hole. She smiled at my touch and placed her hands on my shoulders.

“Do you and Janet do this a lot?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s one of our games.”

“What are some of the others?”

“Sometimes when we’re alone, we take all our closes off and slow dance. N & N we call it; naked and nasty.”

“That sounds sexy. What else?”

“Sometimes we go into a stall in the girls bathroom at school and make out. Then, when we’ve got each other wet, we switch panties.”

“Sounds like you and Janet have a lot of fun together.”

“We do, but Janet doesn’t put her mouth on my hole like you do. Maybe you could show her how. You could teach Janet how you and I make love, and then the three of us could do it together.”

“Great,” I said, kissing her. I felt her body responding to my strokes. My thumb found her little love button and it got hard just like her nipples did when I touched them. I was so excited at being able to please her. I couldn’t wait to get her back in bed so I could bury my face between her legs and take her to heaven again.

Kim tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I watched her stomach suck in and out. She gritted her teeth and said, “Oh Julie, here I come.”

With a gush, she let go and a stream of urine shot out. It was so hot washing over my hand. She was bucking my fingers now, trying to get every bit of pleasure out of them.

I rubbed her pussy until all the urine was out. Then I kissed her and got up to wash my hands. I came back with the cloth soaked in warm water and cleaned her.

I kissed her again and said, “So you think we should see if Janet can come over?”

“Yes,” she said with a big smile. She threw her arms around my neck. “You’re gonna love her.”

“I already do,” I said. A new wave of erotic excitement swept through me as we went to the phone. Two fresh young girls to make love to in one night. I was in heaven.

I played with Kim’s pussy while she called Janet and told her everything. After a few minutes she hung up and smiled at me. “She’s coming,” Kim said. “And she can’t wait for the three of us to do it.”

“Speaking of coming,” I said. “Let’s see if I can make you come one more time before Janet gets here.”

With a tiny squeal, Kim ran across the room and dove onto the bed. By the time I joined her, she already had her legs spread for me.

The End

by PanWhoWrites

Note from JetBoy: The plot of this one is a bit unusual… so you might want to either read or recap Part One before taking on the second and final part. A most clever twist on lesbian incest fiction!

***

Rebecca

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian. Maybe Brianna is, but not me. I just… I was just trying to be a good teacher, trying to teach my older sister how to kiss. I swear.

It wasn’t my fault that it turned into a few hours of making out, okay? And afterwards, when I heard Bri getting off, I joined in because… well, it would be rude not to. Right? I didn’t want to give her, like, bad self-esteem or whatever. But I swear, I’m not a lesbian.

The next day was awkward. We awoke, dressed, and went to school without saying anything. The tension was so obvious at breakfast that even Mom picked up on it.

“What happened?” she kept asking, looking between the two of us. “What happened? Tell your mother… you can trust your mother. Tell mother what happened. Tell Mom what happened.”

I knew that I could trust Mom, and that I could talk to her about anything, even sexual stuff… especially sexual stuff. But I didn’t even understand what had happened yet. I wanted to run through it in my own head before I even thought about talking about it with my mother.

Mom dropped us off, we went our separate ways, and we didn’t see each other again until that afternoon, when we both got home. We headed to our room, and stripped out of our school uniforms.

Now, normally Bri and I would unclothe separately, in different rooms. Normally we’d do it at different times, or at least one of us would go and change in the bathroom, but on that day, the day after we… the day after I taught Bri how to kiss, we undressed at the same time, in the same room, without ever breaking eye contact.

It was while we were stripping that I started to admit a few things, even if only to myself.

While Bri was peeling off her stockings, I finally confessed, in my own brain, that yes, I’d brought myself off twice last night, just thinking about her body, thinking about how her lips had felt, and about how much I’d enjoyed her roaming hands, touching my legs and my waist and my ass and my boobs.

While Bri was unbuttoning her blouse, I admitted to myself that I’d drifted off at least three times today in class, imagining us doing the same thing (and more) without our nighties on. When Bri’s sexy little black bra came into view, I realized that while I’d been playing with myself, I’d also been wondering if that was how her pussy felt, too, if she’d enjoy it as much as I did if I ran my fingers over her clit…

I’m not a lesbian. Really, I’m not. I’d spent the whole day at school looking at girls, imagining kissing them, and none of them did anything for me. I don’t like girls, I like guys. I like guys… and my twin sister. I can’t explain it, but it’s true.

And it’s something that I couldn’t even admit to myself, that I had a huge crush on my twin sister, that she turned me on, and that I wanted to do what we’d done last night again and again and again. It was something that I couldn’t admit, not until I was standing there in our bedroom, watching my twin sister Brianna step out of her skirt, watching her standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a bra and panties…

And all the time I was watching her, and finally admitting some hard truths to myself, she was watching me undress. She was openly watching me undress, clearly liking what she saw.

We didn’t say a word, we just moved towards each other slowly, and started to kiss again.

It was just as good as I’d remembered it being: better, as there was more of her skin touching mine. I felt electricity on my lips as she kissed them, my legs felt alive everywhere her fingers moved over them. When she moved her mouth down to my neck and started to kiss and bite me, my eyes rolled back in pleasure, and my brain turned off.

I didn’t think again until a few hours later. We were lying, naked in my bed, legs and arms intertwined, both of us soaked in sweat and juices and saliva. I’d brought Bri off three, four, maybe five times, and she’d done the same to me. It was the most intensely sexual feeling I’d ever had, nibbling on my sister’s pussy and looking up to see her face contorted in pleasure. She’d suckled on my breasts as her fingers pumped in and out of me, and I’d left more than a few hickeys on her neck and inner thigh.

Other than “Oh god”s, moaning and the occasional high-pitched squeal, we still hadn’t spoken, and I knew this was the time.

“Bri–” I started, but she cut me off.

“Want to go again?”

I just nodded.

After that, we were inseparable. Bri seemed to be as constantly horny as I was, and every chance we got, we would sneak off somewhere and get each other off — we got adept at using our mouths, our hands… if we needed to, we could get each other off in less than five minutes, standing up, without removing any clothes. Every chance we got to be alone, we were at least making out (if not much, much more) and even when there were other people around, we were always holding hands or touching in some way.

I’ve always loved Bri — she’s my sister! But despite what they taught us in school, I didn’t find myself falling in love with her or anything like that. I loved her as a sister, even when I was touching her in an utterly non-sisterly way. I wasn’t in love with her, I just thought she was pretty fucking sexy; a sentiment I’m sure she reciprocated.

One time, we both had a free period at the same time, so we crept into the girl’s bathroom, and spent the entire 40 minutes in a cubicle, playing a game we called ‘Nips’ — seeing how much we could turn each other on, just using our nipples. First girl to touch herself (or the other) loses.

I lost.

Another time, we were at Youth Group, and I noticed Bri give me a strong look, immediately after she asked if she could be excused. We snuck into the empty church next to our meeting and did it in the pulpit. It was so naughty… and the fact that anyone could have come looking for us at any point and caught us fucking in the house of God really added something for some reason.

The closest we ever got to getting caught was when Mom came into our room, late at night, without knocking. Bri was under the covers, going down on me at the time — I guess I must have been moaning pretty loudly. When Mom came in, she just thought Bri was in the loo, and she stood there chatting to me for quite a while. Bri must have been feeling cheeky, because she didn’t stop. Little minx; I had to keep making conversation with Mom even while I came. If Mom suspected anything, she didn’t let on. She just asked if I was feeling okay, right before she left, and reminded me that I could tell her anything, that I shouldn’t have any secrets from her.

The most public we ever did anything was at the movies. Mom, Dad, me and Bri all went, and Bri was sitting at the very end, with me next to her and Dad next to me. It was a James Bond flick, and while Dad was engrossed, neither me or Bri found it very interesting at all. Without anyone noticing, I managed to get my hand up her dress, and brought her off during the film. She came during a particularly loud action sequence; anyone who heard anything would have thought the sounds she made were coming from the film.

All the time we were doing this, sneaking around, sleeping in each other’s beds, getting each other off any chance we got — while everything was happening, I just couldn’t get over how sexy we were. I mean, Brianna is insanely sexy, and I know that I’m considered a bit of a looker, but I mean… the whole thing. The fact that we were twins, and the underwear we wore…

Oh yeah, the underwear. I don’t remember how it came up, but I was talking to Mom and we were discussing underwear. Mom’s cool about stuff like that; I know I can talk to her about anything. Especially sex. I trust my mother.

Anyway, by the end of the conversation, she’d said we could borrow her credit card and go lingerie shopping — she didn’t even act like she was doing us a huge favor, she was really pushing for it! I would have invited her to come along, but I sort of wanted to just go with Bri, y’know?

The trip started with us looking at fairly conservative stuff, but then our competitive sides took over. I would suggest something for Bri that was a little bit saucier than she’d normally wear, she’d come back with something twice as naughty. It wasn’t until we were both trying on thongs and peephole bras, comparing areola sizes and mock-spanking each other’s asses that we realized we’d attracted an audience.

For some reason, this really fueled our fires. (mine definitely, at least, and by this point I’d gotten pretty good at reading when Bri was turned on.) We pretended not to notice the small crowd of guys (and a few girls) looking through nearby knickers, trying to give off the appearance of innocent shoppers, and started role-playing a tiny bit. I pretended to be dominant, tried out some leather stuff… Bri assumed the role of my obedient servant girl, and tried the French maid outfit we’d laughed at when we first entered the store. Then we found some cuffs and whips…

Ten minutes later, the crowd had grown so large that we were worried about someone we knew coming by; we bought far too much stuff, and went home. We weren’t in the house five seconds when Bri jumped me — performing for the crowd had gotten her just as worked up as I was.

It’s a good thing that Dad wasn’t home, and that Mom didn’t come out of the study; Brianna and me would have had a tough time explaining why we were naked in the living room, let alone why I was spanking her…

Anyway, like I was saying, I got sort of obsessed by how sexy we were, as a couple. That day in the store did nothing but amplify my obsession. Two hot young twins who had sex with each other — people would pay by the bucketload to see something like that. Not that I wanted to put anything online or anything like that, but I wanted to see what it looked like. Every time me and Bri were having “alone time”, I couldn’t stop trying to imagine what it looked like. I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I knew we were hot, but… how hot?

I dunno how obvious it is, but talking isn’t exactly our strong spot as a family. Mom and Dad once went six months without speaking to each other, and it’s something that Bri and I must’ve inherited. Talking to Mom is great. I love talking to my mother; I can tell Mom anything. I should tell Mom everything. But… well, even after we hit our two-month sexiversary, Bri and I still never sat down and had a talk about what we were doing or anything like that. We just did it.

Fortunately, we’ve always been on the same wavelength: it’s a twin thing, y’know? And I think this shared secret has brought us even closer in terms of how we think — it’s like we share a brain lately. If I ever want to change up our sex stuff, I don’t even have to say anything — I just do it, if Bri doesn’t beat me to it. It’s crazy.

So I decided not to ask Bri about taking photos. I figured if she didn’t want to, she’d probably make that pretty clear pretty quickly. I went and got Dad’s camera out of the basement (by this point, Dad had moved on from his photography craze), and next time me and Bri were alone in our room, I pulled it out from the bedside drawer where I’d stashed it.

I assume every girl has their own little sexy faces — faces that tell you that they’re turned on, and which help turn you on even more. Bri has at least a dozen, and when she saw the camera I was watching carefully to see her reaction. She bit her lip nervously and moaned… before I’d even taken the lens cap off! It was so cute, and so fucking hot. I’d learned to read Bri’s faces pretty well, and this was an easy one — she was excited, in both senses of the word.

When we’re feeling playful, I’m always the dominant one. I dunno why; maybe Bri is just naturally submissive, or maybe it’s because when this all began, I was the teacher and she was the student. We love playing servant and mistress, or mummy and naughty daughter. (We’d been playing that one more and more lately.) With the camera in my hand, and Bri kneeling in front of me, looking so cute and obedient, I decided to really get into it, and started telling her what to do.

“Stay still, I need to get focus. Oh great, it’s got an auto… okay. Stay there. Smile up at the camera. Bite your lip a little. No, actually, lick your lips. Yeah, that’s great. Mmm. Okay, now unbutton your blouse a bit. Don’t look down, keep eye contact with the camera! Come on Bri, show a bit of cleavage. Yeah, I know you don’t have much… don’t look at me like that! Do the best with what you’ve got. Okay, great. Now unbutton a few more… oh wow, I didn’t know you were wearing that bra today. How did you get away with that in dance? No, wait. Don’t talk. Shut up… bitch.”

I’m not great at playing dominant, but Bri really gets into it. Sometimes I set her random tasks throughout the day — stuff like “you can’t use your thumbs,” or “whenever mum is in the room, you have to touch yourself without her noticing.” If she doesn’t do it right, she gets a spanking. I’ll completely forget about it sometimes, but she’ll always come back to me at the end of the day and tell me exactly how many times she broke the rules, and how many smacks she deserves to get as punishment. Like I said, she really gets into it.

“Okay, now show me a nipple. Just one. Make it look like an accident. Oh man, these are turning out great! Okay, now put one finger in your mouth, and show the camera how naughty you are. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? You’re a naughty girl, and you need a spanking from your mom. You want Mom to spank you. You want to be spanked by your mother.”

That night, we only took a few dozen photos before we both got too horny to continue. Taking a few snaps before setting the camera aside and enjoying each other’s young bodies became part of our nightly routine; over the next week or so, we went from slightly naughty photos of Bri in all her various naughty undies, to full nudes, to her spreading her legs for the camera to short videos (the camera could take videos of up to about two minutes) of her masturbating, coming while staring at the camera and screaming my name. She took some shots of me, too — my favorite was one she took from behind, of me on all-fours, showing off my ass and cunt and swinging tits, looking back at her and smiling.

I loaded a whole heap of Bri’s photos onto my phone. I liked looking at them when she wasn’t around. That’s probably the closest we’ve come to being caught — Mom asked if she could borrow my phone, and it wasn’t until half an hour later that I realized what I’d done. Fortunately she hadn’t found any of them — she was just backing up my contacts onto her computer. Close call!

Things really escalated when we discovered one of the camera’s attachments let you set a timer, so you can take a photo every hour or every ten minutes or whatever. Dad got it so he could do those time-lapse things, like they do on Breaking Bad. I set it to take a snapshot every ten seconds, and got in front of the camera with Bri.

It was, and keep in mind that it had some pretty tough competition, one of the hottest sessions we’d ever had. It was just what we’d normally do, but angled slightly towards the camera, but thinking about the images, the fact that we’d be able to look at these forever, the idea of photos leaking out onto the internet, and thousands of guys and girls getting off to images of us kissing, playing, fucking…

It made everything so much more electric. When I was sucking on Brianna’s nipples, I wasn’t just sucking on her nipple, I was forever capturing the image of one sexy teenager pleasuring another… when I was spanking her, I wasn’t just spanking her, I was punishing my bitch, for the world to see… when I came, I wasn’t just coming, I was broadcasting my orgasm to everyone with a computer, showing everyone how horny, how wet, how sexually charged I was… we were amateur pornographers, and it was so damned hot.

I really didn’t think it could get any hotter than that, but when the camera had run out of power and we lay back, exhausted, cuddled up on my bed, Brianna whispered something in my ear. Something that I knew was a terrible idea, but so hot that I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist it.

“Bec,” she whispered. “Let’s get caught.”

“Okay,” I immediately agreed. “Where, though? And by who?”

Bri pondered this for a couple of seconds, then with a bad-girl smile, whispered, “By Mom.”

***

Joanna

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a bad person.

Knowing what I’ve done, I can see how one would come to that conclusion. But if you think about it, for what I was doing to truly be wrong, I’d have to be manipulating my daughters somehow, changing them. But my tapes never once made the girls do anything they didn’t already want to do — no matter how many references to washing the car or keeping the toilet clean I included, it didn’t make a difference. I mention stockings once, and suddenly they never stop wearing them.

Not that I was complaining, mind you.

So while, at first glance, it may seem like I was brainwashing my daughters, I don’t think that’s a fair description. I was just unlocking urges that they’d always had inside them. I never made them do anything that went against their own desires; if anything, I was speeding up the process, accelerating their sexual education.

It made sense; I was the same way at their age. When I graduated high school, I don’t think there was a single fellow in my senior year who I hadn’t gone down on, if not much much more. As a family, we’re sexually charged creatures — that’s just the way it is. I didn’t cause it, I was just the catalyst in an inevitable chain of events.

This was further evidenced in the fact that they reacted completely differently to the exact same commands. I had one set of tapes that they both listened to, suggesting that they wanted to be obedient, submissive little sluts for mummy. Brianna took to it like a fish to water; there were times when I’d ask the girls to come help me cook, and Brianna would be in the kitchen almost before I was. I’d ask her to do something, and she’d snap to it. I’d yell at her, tell her she was useless, and she’d just lap it up… Rebecca, however, wasn’t having any of it.

I never made my darling girls do anything they didn’t want to. They’re teenagers; nature programmed them to be horny, bi-curious sluts before my tapes ever came on the scene. Odds are they would have been sleeping in each other’s beds pretty soon, even if I’d never done anything. I just provided them with an excuse to start.

So no, I don’t think that what I did makes me a bad person. I was just unlocking their natural desires, speeding up the inevitable course of events. I didn’t lose any sleep over my actions.

I’m not a bad person.

And what I did next didn’t change anything. It wasn’t bad.

It was, perhaps, a little bit naughty. But it wasn’t… wrong, not exactly.

I’ve always been a borderline nymphomaniac — even when I’m getting my sexual needs taken care of by the men in my life (or, at times, the women), I can’t think of a single day in my life that I haven’t masturbated as well, but since my daughters started taking care of each other sexually, I’ve just been chronic. I’ve almost worn out my collection of toys.

When it was all theoretical, I found the idea arousing: images of my little Brianna and Rebecca practicing kissing, or going down on each other. Pressing their tight, young bodies against each other… bringing each other off, over and over again. Making love; sweaty, passionate love.

Since I’ve made it happen, my libido has just grown and grown. I’ll be sitting in the living room, knowing that the twins have made love where I’m sitting, probably in the past twenty-four hours. I’ll take a shower, and wonder if they’ve taken to showering together, long, soapy, sensual showers… I’ll be making their bed, and I’ll remember what my sweet little Brianna’s face looked like as she came. Everything I do reminds me of sex, my baby girls having sex. Everything I do turns me on, and when I’m turned on I simply must take care of it…

Fortunately, I came up with a solution.

It wasn’t my first solution. No, at first I thought that all I needed to do was see my daughters’ bodies and I’d be fine. So I had them take photos of themselves and managed to get myself a copy. But all that did was fuel my desires. I spent so much time looking at them… well, I’m amazed no one caught me with my pants down, so to speak. I feel like my computer shows naked pictures of the twins more than it shows the desktop.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to see them in action.

So I pushed for them to start exploring each other in new and exciting locations around the house — the living-room, the kitchen, the lounge. Any time no one’s around, the tapes suggested they go out and make love.

After that, it was child’s play to tell the girls that I was going out, double back and watch through the window, or hide in a cupboard with a good view. It felt strange at first, a woman my age hiding in a cupboard — but strangely, I started to find sneaking around sexy in itself.

The tapes had already suggested to the twins that when making love, they were oblivious to the outside world. Fortunately, this suggestion seemed to take — I suppose we all want sex to be like that, a wholly immersive experience. If they hadn’t gone for it, I don’t know how quickly I would have been caught — I’m quite noisy, even when I’m only pleasuring myself.

I thought for sure that would do it, that seeing them make love in front of me, physically no more than a few feet away… I was certain that would satiate my desires, but it did nothing but stoke the fires of my fantasies. I went from getting myself off twice a day to four, five, sometimes six times. After seeing them in action, it played in my head constantly. Images of my girls making love to each other would go through my mind no matter what else I was doing; at the gym, on the phone, doing the shopping…

And so I spent weeks fighting with my conscience before I took the next step. I’d like to tell myself that I only did it because I needed to, because I’d brought myself to a point where I had no choice, if I hadn’t found a new release I would have done something terrible, like start exposing myself in public…

But the truth is, I didn’t do it because I needed to. I did it because I wanted to.

I believe it was Freud who said that all children, ultimately, desire their mother. I kept this in mind as I made my next set of tapes — all I was doing was tapping into their natural urges. If all children want to have sex with their mother, by encouraging my girls to do the same, you could hardly call me a bad person. Similarly, we all reach a stage where we find people in their forties attractive, even if it takes until we’re well past that age ourselves. Again, all my tapes were doing was speeding up the process for my girls.

Luckily, some of my earlier tapes had inadvertently laid the groundwork. I’d found, all too often, the girls wouldn’t come out and cavort where I could see them out of a fear of being caught — to remedy that, I’d simply given them the desire to be caught. Purely as a fantasy, of course, but it was a foundation I could build my plan on. While watching them, I’d imagined myself participating, making love to one of my darling little angels — to help my fantasy play out, I’d encouraged them to call each other “mother”, and even engage in occasional mother-daughter role-play. This was all easily tweaked to lead towards including me in their sex games.

The next month was agony, as each tape brought me closer and closer to living out my wildest fantasies. The first had been basically the same as the last few, but with a few phrases that would point them in the right direction…

You are a dirty little slut for your sister. You are a slut for your family. You are always turned on. You are always horny. You want sex all the time, and you want to get caught having it. You put DVDs back in their case when you’re done with them.You want to get caught having sex. Your mother is sexy. Your mother is hot. She turns you on. You want to fuck your mother.

You want to fuck your mother.

The changes were subtle, but in the course of normal events, I started to notice them. At breakfast, I would bend over to pick up a teaspoon, and turn just in time to see both my daughters pretending not to check out my ass. I’d be hiding inside a shrub as my girls made love in the back garden, and I’d hear one of them call out ‘mother’ as she came, even when they weren’t role playing. And more and more, after I walked into a room, they’d continue making out for a few seconds before stopping and offering flimsy excuses — as soon as I’d leave, the noises that started up showed how much being caught excited them.

Little things, but they confirmed that my plan was working. The next tape took a bigger step:

Older women are sexy. You are always horny. You are always ready to fuck. You want to get caught having sex. Your mother is sexy. You want to fuck all the time. You want to fuck your mother. You will vacuum after you spill potato chips, not just pick up the big pieces. Your mother is sexy. You want to fuck your mother. Your mother needs sex. Your mother needs sex from you.

This time, the difference in their behavior was slightly more obvious — both girls suddenly stated asking me about my sex life. When I assured them that yes, I was getting sex from their father, both their eyes glazed over for a few seconds, and I knew that they were imagining it. The only problem, I told them, sighing, was that it had been so long since I’d had sex with a woman. They looked at each other as I said this, and I could see the seed of an idea forming in their minds.

As I saw their reactions to the next tape, I was filled with hope. My plan was working.

You want to be more sexually inclusive. You want to include your mother in sex. You want to have sex with your mother. You want to fuck your mother. You want to make sure your shirts are the right way out before you put them in the wash. Your mother is sexy. You are always turned on. You are always horny. Your mother makes you horny. Your mother can teach you to fuck. You want your mother to teach you to fuck.

Again, the changes started out small. They weren’t at the stage where they were just going to invite me to jump in the sack with them, but it was starting to get close. Brianna walked in on me masturbating once or twice, and each time she watched for a few minutes before pretending to be grossed out and leaving. When I ‘accidentally’ came across Bec’s vibrator while cleaning her room, she offered to share it with me. And both of them had suddenly started asking me a lot more questions and advice about sex than they’d ever asked before. It was funny, in a way, listening to them ask questions for “a lesbian they know”, or “a friend who is having sex with her sister.”

Being so close to the fruition of my plan was making me absolutely climb the walls. If I didn’t have three or four of my own, I would have taken Bec up on her offer to share her vibrator…

One more tape, I told myself. One more tape, and then… it would be time.

When your mother catches you, you will invite her to join. You will fuck your mother. You want to fuck your mother. You want to get caught by your mother, and have her teach you to fuck. You are constantly horny for your mother. Your mother turns you on. You will remember to put the lid back on your lubricant when you’re done with it. Your mother is sexy, and should be included in your sex. You want to make your mother happy. You want your mother to teach you how to fuck.

I’d set the stage carefully. I’d told the girls that their father and I were going out, and that they’d have the entire house to themselves. I’d told Joshua that I’d drop him off for poker night with the boys. I’d even picked out outfits for the girls — a black halter top and matching short skirt for Bri, and a strapless black dress for Bec. Everything was ready.

After dropping Josh off, I’d gone almost double the speed-limit the whole way home. Fortunately I wasn’t pulled over. When I got home I crept around the back, and was delighted to see that everything was going just as I’d hoped. Bec and Bri were on the couch, kissing passionately, their hands between each other’s legs.

It was so romantic; the two obviously cared for each other, as they tenderly brushed each other’s hair back, even while they spread their legs lewdly and groped at each other’s breasts. Their kisses were slow and heartfelt, with closed eyes, and the pair occasionally stopped making out to giggle over an in-joke.

I stood and watched for as long as I was able, the anticipation building inside me, before I finally couldn’t take it anymore, and entered the room.

“Brianna! Rebecca!”

“Mom!” the girls exclaimed, as they jumped back. They were genuinely shocked; if they’d been expecting to be caught, they would have continued the kiss for a few minutes before “noticing” me.

“What on earth are you girls doing?”

“Nothing,” they said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Nothing? That doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

There was a pause, as the girls stared at me, agog.

“I decided to let your father go out alone,” I explained, hungrily watching the girls try to brush down their dresses and appear as if they hadn’t spent the last half-hour making out. “I thought we could spend some quality time together.”

I crossed the room and stood in front of them, hands on my hips. I wasn’t angry, but wondered if I appeared to be; towering over them, dressed in a long slinky black dress of my own.

“Well?” I continued. “Do you want to explain yourselves?”

The giggles broke at last, as they both looked at each other and my dress, around the room and anywhere except my face.

“We were… practicing.” Brianna explained, which set off a fresh set of laughter from both of them. I had been a teenage girl once too; I knew it wasn’t humor that was causing their reaction, but sheer nervousness. This was a big night for all of us, and giggling was how they expressed their excitement.

I stared at them for a few seconds, glad that they weren’t looking directly at me — if they had been, they would have noticed my own smile.

At last, I broke the silence. “Here,” I said kindly. “I’ll show you how to kiss.”

The laughter was suddenly gone as I sat down between them. I turned to Brianna, and simply leaned in and kissed her. Rebecca watched in awe as Bri and I dueled tongues for almost a minute. When I finally pulled away, she was speechless.

“Wow, Mom,” Bec said. “You kiss good.”

Each girl had one hand on my leg, as I turned to face Bec, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Well, I’ve had a lot of… practice,” I said, and demonstrated. I had one hand on each of my girl’s heads, as Bec stroked my leg and Brianna brought one hand up to cup my breast.

I was in heaven, as I kissed one girl and then the other, my hands exploring their legs, their bodies. I loved stroking their hair, and feeling them stroking mine. I held Rebecca’s head in my hands, and felt Brianna tentatively kissing my shoulder. I saw Rebecca put one hand between her legs, and replaced it with my own.

“I’ve practiced this too,” I said, inspiring a new round of giggles.

It was everything I’d ever dreamed of — Brianna took off my dress — I’d had the foresight to go without a bra — and for the first time in almost sixteen years, my daughters suckled on my breasts as if they were newborns. I remembered how erotic I’d found it at the time — I couldn’t think of a day in their lives when I hadn’t been turned on by my daughters, and now, at last, I was able to have them as I pleased.

The next few hours were a wild mix of different sexual positions — all three of us were naked within minutes, and there wasn’t a moment when I didn’t have at least one of my daughter’s mouths on me somewhere. I had both my twin daughters between my legs, alternating between making out with each other and licking me. Brianna fingered her sister, and then brought her fingers up for me to taste. I suckled on Bec’s nipples while Brianna went down on me, and then later we reversed positions.

It was well past midnight when we stopped — Josh had called about an hour before to tell me that he was going to stay the night at his friend’s house. Fortunately he had no way of knowing that when he called, one of his daughters was licking my nipples while his other daughter was between my legs.

If it hadn’t been a school night, I’m sure we would have kept going until daylight, but I wanted to make sure the girls got to bed at a reasonable hour.

I’m not a bad mother, after all.

The End

by PanWhoWrites

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in November 2018 }

Joanna

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian.

At least, I don’t think I am. I mean, I’ve never really had any experience with girls to test it; until recently. I’ve been perfectly happy with my husband, and before him I didn’t really have any experience with anyone at all. My first time was with him. Six months later we were married, and three months after that the twins came along.

So I when my girls turned sixteen, I was surprised to discover myself wondering what they looked like naked.

A physical description seems to be the standard way to start these stories — I’ll begin with myself. My name is Joanna, I’m forty-three, the happily married mother of two beautiful girls. I’ve been told that I look a bit like Meryl Streep, though I don’t particularly see it myself. I’m in fair shape for a woman of my age; I’m not going to lie and say I have the body of a 30-year old, but I can honestly say that I have the attractive body of a forty-three-year-old.

I’m tall, but not too tall. Red hair, which my daughters inherited. 36C breasts with just a hint of sag (they were smaller before the pregnancy, but I’ve never had any complaints), and while there’s a bit of weight around my middle, my husband has never seemed to be put off by it.

I’ll describe the girls, too: Brianna and Rebecca. Brianna’s older by a few minutes — they’re twins, but not identical. Redheads, obviously. They’re both in good shape — not sporty, but active enough for their age. I haven’t been bra-shopping with them for a few years, but I still do their laundry, so I know that Rebecca is a 34B and Brianna is a 34C and that they both prefer white underwear. I think that black would be a better contrast against their pale skin… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Beyond that, it was all imagination.

The exact date escapes me, but it was a few weeks after the twins’ birthday that I started picturing them nude. I think I know what caused it — boredom.

I was bored. Bored with life, bored with sex, bored with everything. Joshua and I had more or less stopped having sex a few years prior; god knows that we’d put the effort in. Costumes, underwear, toys. We cracked out the Kama Sutra once or twice, but none of it did any good.

We had reached the point where we were even talking about getting a third party in, but we couldn’t agree on a gender — as I mentioned, I’m not a lesbian, and Joshua wouldn’t even entertain the idea of sharing me with another man. Eventually, we dropped the idea, and our sex life petered off shortly afterward.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband. But, ignoring anniversaries (which we sometimes did anyhow), we hadn’t had sex in years. There was no question of divorce — we were still happy together, but inactivity in the bedroom had led to me taking care of my own needs. Once a week, twice on special occasions. I can only assume Joshua was doing the same; I couldn’t imagine him cheating on me.

And so I can only assume that it was my bored mind’s way of entertaining itself, perhaps attempting to give my libido a kick start. I started watching the girls, watched how they moved their young bodies around the house. Often awkward, occasionally with a grace beyond their years. Whether they were relaxing on the couch, playing tennis outside, running for the bus, I started to notice them. They never spotted me, their boring, stuck-in-a-rut mother, watching, but the whole time I was imagining them naked.

I hadn’t actually seen my girls in a state of undress for years now — the last time I remembered helping Rebecca in the bath was when she was twelve, and Brianna was probably even a few years before then. So I truly was using my imagination: I pictured them running down the hallway in the nude, their small budding breasts bouncing, unrestrained. I wondered how much pubic hair they had; I remembered, at that age, being hairy as a mink down there — but things are different these days, aren’t they?

For a while, I tried to stop. It wasn’t right, I reasoned, for a mother to think about her daughters that way. Wondering what Brianna looked like in the shower, water running down her back, picturing Rebecca, naked in front of the mirror, assessing herself, leaning forwards and pouting in a youthful attempt to look sexy. It wasn’t how a mother should be thinking about her offspring.

But after a few days, I gave into it. After all, I reasoned, it was completely harmless. And, as I may have mentioned, I was bored.

I don’t remember exactly when I started picturing my daughters during my weekly masturbation session, but that was when I knew I had crossed a line.

Friday night was “my” night; Joshua would go out with his pals, the girls had youth group and would frequently stay at a friend’s house. I’d set up a few candles, run myself a nice bath… if there was wine in the house I’d have a glass, and try not to think about how boring and cliched even fingering myself was.

Typically I would visualize a soap star, or the Australian man who had done our windows a few times, but this particular Friday, a mental image of the girls popped into my head.

At first I tried to shake it. I’d force it out of my head, try to think of rippling muscles covered in suds, or a burly wrestler taking me in the ring… but it kept coming back. The closer I got, the more it persisted, until eventually I just embraced it and let out a climactic sigh, a vision of my own daughters in my head.

After all, who was I hurting?

After that, it became a regular fantasy. And, as I’m sure many of you reading this will have encountered, over time fantasies require escalation. Soon just the image of my daughters wasn’t enough — they had to be taking part in in all manner of sexual escapades. Brianna at school, flashing her panties to the boys. Rebecca playing tennis in the nude, bouncing as she served the ball.

A month later, I was pleasuring myself two or three times a week, imagining the girls in more and more depraved situations — Rebecca sneaking off from youth group with the minister’s son, letting him feel her up behind the pulpit. Brianna, on her knees at her school, sucking off the school football star. Rebecca, bent over a desk at school, fucking a teacher for a better grade, Brianna watching and playing with herself…

The rest of my life was still as boring as ever, but my fantasy life had suddenly exploded.

I wish I could be more precise with dates, but it’s not something I particularly needed to keep track of. When you have nothing to fill your days with, they blur into each other, weeks becoming months becoming years, until you find yourself middle-aged, counting down the years until menopause, playing with yourself with images of the new fertile generation in your head.

While I don’t remember exactly what date or week it was, I remember it was another Friday when an image came into my head that would change my life forever.

I don’t know if this is true of all teenage girls, but it sure was with me — my girlfriends and I used to practice kissing. My friends were all gorgeous, and I suppose I wasn’t too bad myself — a lot of men would have paid a lot of good money to see what went on behind closed doors, but I’d forgotten about it myself until I was in the tub, my hands doing their usual job between my thighs.

It occurred to me, you see, that if I’d had a twin sister, I know we would have used each other for kissing practice. And while things have changed since my day, surely death and taxes aren’t the only constants — I feel that my girls would have taken after their old mother in at least one regard.

The second I had that image in my head, the mental picture of my twin girls kissing, sharing their tongues, pressing their bodies against each other, maybe using their hands to explore… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And not just in my own private time, either — whenever the two girls and I were in the room, I was scanning their faces for signals, secret flirtations between them. Whenever I left my daughters in a room together, I couldn’t help but imagine them passionately locking lips the second I left. Every time we were sat around the dinner table, I imagined their hands sneaking up each other’s legs, fingers pumping in and out of each other as we made small talk over supper…

At this point, my fantasies stopped being completely harmless.

I was aware of the change, too, and I tried to put it out of my head. I tried to think about something, anything else, but it was like a pink elephant. Trying not to think about it consumed my waking hours, and there was no room for any other thoughts.

I don’t know if my girls suspected anything. I tried not to let on, but when your sixteen-year old daughter come to you for help on a math problem and you’re doing everything you can (and failing) to stop picturing her naked, locked in a sweaty incestuous embrace with her twin, you don’t have the spare mental energy to see if they’ve noticed a change in your behavior.

I should tell you about my husband at this point — he’s a good man, and it’s not his fault that we’ve sexually drifted away from one another. He’s reliable, earns enough to keep us in the lifestyle that we’re accustomed to, and god bless him and his hobbies.

Ever since I’ve known him, almost eighteen years now, he’s discovered a new hobby every few months. When I first met him, it was inventing (which he’s come back to several times over the years, always managing to get distracted just before he can actually create something.) Right now it’s photography, a few months ago it was home-brewing beer, and before that he was seriously considering getting into beekeeping.

But the hobby relevant to this tale, and probably the reason you’ve clicked through to hear my tale in the first place, is hypnosis. Not “watch dangled in front of your face” hypnosis, though he did try that for a few weeks before giving up. Instead, he invested in a subliminal hypnosis kit, to try to stop smoking, partially at my request — his previous hobby had been cigars. They stank.

I don’t really understand how the tapes work — you record your voice, or a voice that you trust, and put it into a special tape deck. The deck layers it over the music, and so when you’re listening you’d never know that it was anything but a song. All the while, your subconscious brain is processing the messages — you have to listen to the same message for at least a few nights before it kicks in, but when it does you see results quickly.

The kit included some relaxation music, instructions on what sort of subliminal messages worked best, and speakers that attached to the bed. I have no idea if it was the tapes, or my threats to divorce and/or castrate my husband if I found one more cigar burn on the couch, but less than a month after he started the program, he was off the Cubans. By then, we’d both grown accustomed to falling asleep to the music, so we’d kept it and put everything else in the basement.

The girls refer to the basement as, “Daddy’s Forgotten Toy Chest” — there’s a remnant of every hobby Joshua’s ever had down there, from the ventriloquist dummy to the stamp collection to the “Start Your Own T-Shirt Company,” starter’s kit, along with thirty-five unsold “Born to be Wilde” shirts.

Obviously I never intended for it to go as far as it did. I was just curious. I just needed to know — I thought I’d just get by daughters to confide in their mom, find out what was happening under my own roof. Just a bit of information to fuel my fantasies.

Honestly, I never planned for it to go any further than that.

It was a pretty simple system. Easy to find, too; right under the jam-making equipment, above the “golf from home” kit. The provided messages were for weight loss and nail-biting, but gave you an idea of the sort of tone you had to use.

“Mom,” Brianna asked, “Why are you moving your stupid sleep-tapes into our room?”

The twins have always shared a room. Neither Joshua or I grew up with any siblings and we felt it was something that our childhoods lacked.

“They’re good for you,” I replied, “They’ll help you sleep better, you’ll be more rested for school.”

Brianna rolled her eyes. Rebecca didn’t even look up from her laptop as I attached one set of speakers to each bed.

The message I’d recorded was simple, and the same for both of them:

You trust your mother. You trust your mother. Mother knows best. You can share things with your mother. You must always answer mother’s questions. Mom knows best. Help Mom out around the house more. Whatever Mom says, goes. If Mom asks a question, you must answer. Never lie to your mother. Never lie to Mom.

I hoped that switching between mother, my role, and Mom, my “name” to the girls would help it work no matter how much they thought of me, whether as a person or just as their mother. (I know that at that age, my mother was an obstacle first and a person a distant second.)

I didn’t notice any difference for the first few days, and even after that it was subtle. If I hadn’t been looking for it, intently examining their faces and their bodies every time they entered the room (the bodies were less relevant to what I was looking for, but it had become a habit, ) I probably wouldn’t have said there was any difference, but by the end of the week, they were coming home and telling me about their day. It was nice.

After a week, I switched the tapes out.

You trust your mother. You trust Mom. You can tell her anything. You can ask her woman questions. You can talk to her about sex. Do your assignments more than a night before they’re due. Mom is cool. You can trust Mom with secrets. Tell your mother about sex. Never lie to your mother. Always tell Mom the truth. Your mother knows about sex. You can tell your mother anything.

This one was less successful. For the first week, absolutely nothing. I was waiting for a hint, anything that would open up a conversation, anything where I could get some details from my daughters to help fuel my fantasies.

I was starting to get frustrated. As well as that, without our own sleep-tapes, Joshua and I were both having trouble sleeping. One night I think he woke up while I was pleasuring myself (I had been unable to sleep and unable to get images of my daughters out of my mind, so I had done what came naturally.) I lay still, and after a few minutes he started snoring.

The next day, two things happened. I bought a tape and speaker set for our room, just to get back into a normal sleeping pattern, and I decided to be more direct with my next tape.

Your mother is someone you can talk to about sex. Discuss sex with your mother. Ask her questions. Tell her secrets. Your Mom loves to talk about sex. You love to talk about sex with Mom. You will remember to wash the dishes after breakfast. You will wear less clothes around the house. It’s okay to dress like a tramp at home. You will ask Mom about sex.

I don’t really understand the brain psychology of it, but if I had to guess I’d say the tapes work best on things you already want to do. If you want to quit smoking enough to buy a tape, they’ll help you achieve that. No amount of listening to these tapes will help you do something you’re opposed to — or if they will, you have to introduce it slowly and gradually.

This one had one immediate effect — the girls were wearing less and less clothes. As a mother, I felt I should say something, but I can’t deny that I was enjoying it. Joshua didn’t even seem to notice — had our husband’s member become so dead that it didn’t even notice two gorgeous and scantily-clad young ladies running around the house?

I have no idea where Brianna got a mini-skirt, but she certainly had the legs for it, and it wasn’t until I saw Rebecca in a v-neck that I realized how much she’d filled out.

One little nudge from a tape, and they were happy to let their inner tramp out. I suspect most attractive women are looking for the first excuse they can find to show off the goods — I know that when my body was in its prime, just the mention of the beach would get me into a bikini — I loved the feel of everyone’s eyes on my body — and even a hint of interest from a guy would get that bikini off.

But though there was more teenage flesh around the house since Joshua’s attempt to turn our basement into a weekend wrestling school, I continued to find myself washing breakfast dishes every day that week, and still neither of them were asking me about sex.

It was possible, I realized, that they just weren’t having any. Not with each other, not with anyone else. Perhaps it was for the best; if I could just confirm that no, my girls weren’t the sex-charged maniacs that I was at that age, I could get this sick obsession out of my head, and go back to fantasizing about hunky wrestlers.

But I needed to know for sure.

One last tape, I told myself. One more, then I’d give up and return to my humdrum, sexless, adventureless life.

You trust your mother. You trust Mom. You will answer all of her questions. You will not lie to mother. You will not lie to Mom. You will not be embarrassed. It’s okay to talk to Mom about sex. You must be honest to mother. You must be honest to Mom. There is no need to make the house smell like a perfume shop every time you have a shower. You will dress like a tramp. You will dress like a slut.

One last tape.

***

“Brianna, honey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what’s up, Mom?”

“I want to talk about sex.”

“Uh… okay.”

“It’s okay to talk to your mom about sex.”

“Well, sure. I guess so. Is this about how we’ve been dressing? Because I can explain…”

“No darling, that’s fine. Wear whatever you want.”

“Oh, good, because it’s just that… -”

“Bri, it’s absolutely fine. I love that, by the way. When did tube tops come back into style?”

“Mom, can I…”

“Sit down, Bri!”

“Fine.”

“I just wanted to know…”

“Mom, this is…”

“You will not be embarrassed.”

“Fine. I won’t be embarrassed. What do you want to know?”

“And you know dear, you must be honest with me.”

“I… know.”

“I just had some questions. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, Mom, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Do you have a… girlfriend?”

“Eww! No!”

“Don’t be like that. I had a girlfriend when I was your age.”

“What?”

“Not for long. Evetta, her name was. Oh my, I’d completely forgotten about her. We were together for two weeks, and then she was gone.”

“Mom, ewww.”

“Oh, come now. She was my first kiss. I can’t believe how long it’s been since I thought about her…”

“Is that all? Can I go now?”

“Oh, yes. Brianna, I just want to know. How far have you… well, how far have you been with someone?” She only mumbled. “Speak up Brianna, I can’t hear you. You must be honest with me. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I trust my mother.”

“So tell me how… well, tell me what you’ve done. In as much detail as you like.”

“Mom, I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“What?”

“There’s no need to sound so disappointed, Mom.”

“Sorry dear, I just… sweet sixteen and never been kissed?”

“No.”

“Not even Rebecca?”

“What!? Mom!!”

“Well, all girls do it, you know. All girls practice.”

“Mo-om!”

“So… have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Have you ever… practiced with Rebecca?”

“No!”

“I just… I’m just surprised, I suppose. It almost… it almost seems like a waste.”

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m just thinking. Some of my fondest memories are of those boarding school days. Practicing kissing, with the girls. God, we’d go on for hours…”

“Mom!”

“It just… it just seems like a pity that you’re going to miss out.”

“Miss out on what?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

“Oh, nothing dear. I’m just… thinking. Mother knows best, you know.”

“Can I go now?”

“Yes. Yes, certainly. Just… close the door behind, would you dear?”

***

Brianna

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian, y’know?

That might sound like a weird thing to start with, but it’s important. Me and my sis Bec had been raised to be all “gay yay” and all that and honestly I’ve got no issues with it — until lately, I always thought it was a bit weird, but whatever. Do what you gotta do, y’know?

And I mean, you hear that one in ten people are gay or whatever, and you wonder if you’re that one. And I did wonder for a while, but then I’d think about a girl and I’d think about a guy and there was just no competition, y’know? I like guys, and always have.

But then I heard there’s a thing where you can fall in love with a person and not a gender, I guess… but then I’m not really talking about love, just sex, so…

This isn’t making any sense. I’ll start at the beginning.

My name’s Brianna, but everyone just calls me Bri. I’m 16 and four months, and I have a twin sister named Rebecca (who’s the same age as me, surprise surprise.) We’re not identical twins, but you can tell that we’re sisters. We’ve always been close — not creepy close or anything like that, but we’ve always got along.

About a month or two ago, Bec and I went through our own little sexual revolution, if that makes sense. We were talking, and we both came up with the same idea at the same time — we decided that we were sick of wearing what society says we have to wear in order to be “good girls”. We’re both sexy women, and we decided that we wanted to start showing it, so we decided to start wearing what we wanted when we wanted, y’know?

I think part of us wanted it to be a big “fuck you” to our parents, too, for telling us what we can and can’t do, but it didn’t really work out like that. For one, our Mom’s pretty cool — recently we’ve realized that she’s the kind of person you can talk to about anything you like, and Dad’s so harmless that it’s really hard to rebel against him. It’s like trying to fight a piece of soggy toast — it’s not really worth it. Dad’s like that.

So me and Bec started wearing our “out” clothes around the house, waiting for Mom or Dad to say something, but neither of them did. Dad didn’t even seem to notice, and Mom… almost admired us? It was weird, I saw her checking out our legs a few times. Maybe she was just remembering the days when she used to look like that. I’ve seen the pictures — Mom used to be a major hottie. Even now, she’s kind of sexy in a mature kinda way.

So I was waiting for Mom to start lecturing us, but it never happened. Instead, she and I had this really weird conversation about an old girlfriend she used to have, and asked me the oddest question you could imagine — she wanted to know if Bec and I ever practiced kissing! With each other!

At first, I was grossed out. I told Bec about it later, and she started laughing, and then I started laughing, and we couldn’t stop. It was just so weird — Mom telling me about how she used to kiss girls, and then asking if I did. After Bec and I finished laughing, there was a weird silence, and we haven’t really spoken about it since. She probably didn’t even think about it again after that, and I completely forgot the whole incident… for about a week.

I dunno why, but after a week I started thinking about it again, and the thought just got stuck in my head. Kissing Bec. Kissing my twin. Kissing my twin would be hot.

You see why I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t a lesbian? I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy, but I’ve defs thought about it. A lot. But then the image of kissing a guy sort of got displaced by the idea of kissing Bec, and the thought wouldn’t go away.

What’s worse is that I was starting to notice how good Bec looked in her more slutty clothes (which she was starting to wear, more and more.) It was an unexpected side-effect from our little sex revolution; I’d find myself staring at her cleavage, or checking out her ass as she bent over to pick something up. I even considered going in and watching her shower, pretending that I was just brushing my teeth or something. If she caught me, I could just be like, “We’re sisters, it’s cool.”

I had this weird crush on my sister. It should have bothered me more than it did, but… I kind of liked it.

Bec’s always been better with guys than I have. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think she’s hot and I can definitely see what guys would see in her, but I’m not exactly Queen Ugly myself. If I had to put it down to one thing, I’d say it’s her boobs. The difference between a B and a C cup, y’know? Guys notice that sort of thing, and when you’re in front of two similar-looking redheads, you’re going to go with the one with the bigger cans.

So I’ve never kissed a guy. I’ve been on a few awkward dates, and I’ve had crushes before, but it’s just never happened for me. Bad luck, I guess, or maybe I’m uglier than I think I am. How much would that suck? If I was the one teenager in the world without low self-esteem, and it turned out that I was ugly.

Bec’s had better luck with guys; she had a boyfriend once for two whole months, and she told me that they kissed a bunch of times, and once he even put his hand up her top.

So yeah, if we were going to practice kissing, it would be me asking Bec. She’s got the experience, and has never been a bitch about it or anything. She always answers questions that I ask her, and one time she even showed me what it had felt like when her ex-boyfriend Mark had felt her up. Well, she started to, but it was a bit weird so we stopped.

This next bit really is weird, though. Just warning you ahead of time. It shouldn’t have happened the way it did, but it did, and I’m not complaining.

So it was a Sunday night, and Bec and I were sitting on our beds, in our shared room, chatting about what we were going to wear the next day to school. I was pushing for her to mix it up a bit and try one of my miniskirts. She was saying I should go without a bra and see if anyone noticed.

Anyhow, I just… asked. It had been going around my head like a chant for days, and I guess I just had a moment of weakness and couldn’t resist it anymore, y’know?

“Hey Bec,” I said quickly, before I let myself change my own mind, “could you teach me how to kiss?”

It could have gone any way. She could have laughed, she could have been grossed out, she could have… hell, she could have done anything. It’s a weird question, especially from your twin, and especially when we’d laughed so hard at the idea just two weeks ago, y’know?

But she just stared at me, with those dark brown eyes, and nodded.

If I’d been thinking about it, maybe I would have suspected that she was kidding, or that she’d misunderstood me. But I’d had the image of kissing Bec, kissing my own twin, running through my head for days, so I didn’t question it for a second. I just got up, moved over to her bed, and sat directly in front of her.

We were wearing matching nighties that Mom had bought us a few weeks ago. Pink and frilly; when we’d first opened the box, we’d thought she was trying to dress us up as little girls, as moms sometimes do.

It wasn’t until we’d tried them on that we’d realized how drop-dead sexy they were — they were so short that if we weren’t wearing panties underneath, bending over would completely expose us, and the neckline was low-cut enough that a boob would occasionally pop out (Bec’s more often than mine.) Mom mustn’t have noticed how short these were when she got them.

Turned out that Bec and I both looked h-o-double-t hot wearing them, and they quickly became our favorite choice of nightwear.

So we were sitting on Bec’s bed, in our sexy nighties, just staring at each other, saying nothing for a few minutes. My heart was beating so hard I thought Bec must be able to hear it, and I think at this stage we both knew that this was about more than “learning how to kiss.” Maybe a lot more.

Maybe I hadn’t been as subtle as I thought, and Bec had picked up on my crush and decided to help me get over it, or maybe she’d had the same reaction to my recent style of dress as I’d had to hers. Maybe she had a weird crush on me, just like I did on her?

She leaned in, without a word, and pushed her lips against mine. They were soft, slightly moist, and made my mouth feel all tingly. My first kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled back, and looked at me questioningly. I don’t think I reacted, but I must have nodded or something, because she was suddenly kissing me like her life depended on it.

She was kissing me like I was the hottest boy in class, and I was kissing her back just as hard. At some point, my tongue came out (or maybe hers came out first?) and we started using our tongues to play with each other’s tongues, y’know? I don’t know if there’s a word for that, but it felt amazing.

Bec’s smell is one that I’m used to; it’s been there my whole life. Maybe I smell just like her and just can’t smell myself, but at that moment, with my tongue in my twin sister’s mouth, I felt like I was swimming in her smell, or drowning in it. Drowning in a good way though. Like… drowning in sexiness. I’d never been so turned on. I loved it.

The next hour or so was a total haze. I remember kissing her, passionately, at length, and I remember her hands roaming all over my body. I remember feeling, for the first time, exactly what her boobs felt like, what it was like to handle boobs slightly bigger than mine. I remember grasping her ass (it felt great!) and her groping mine. And I remember that my knee was the only part of my body that went near her pussy, but even through her panties and her nightie, even though I was only feeling with my leg, I remember feeling that she was turned on. It turned me on so much, to know that she was as turned on by me as I was by her.

I remember that I didn’t want to stop.

But after what must have been an hour, an hour and a half, we detached, and we just lay back on her bed, panting, covered in sweat. We just lay there for a while, holding hands, before a shyness that I’d never felt with Bec before, the shyness that normally overcomes me when Mr Phillips asks me to answer a question in class, or when I have to talk to my crush. It overcame me and I mumbled “Thanks,” leapt over to my bed, and turned the light off.

Bec didn’t say anything, or try to follow. I don’t know if I hurt her feelings, or if she was feeling just as shy, but I’m glad she didn’t say anything, ‘cos if it had been bad I would have died of embarrassment, and if it had been anything else, I would have jumped straight back into her bed — and neither of us would have slept that night.

Ever since we started sharing a room, we’ve an unspoken rule about masturbating: If the other person can hear you, you’re doing it wrong. It’s a manners thing, mostly. It just prevents embarrassment, or any weirdness.

That night, we both broke that rule.

On to Part Two!

 

by silkstockinglover

Note from JetBoy: One for the archive from Literotica author silkstockinglover, who’s turned out dozens of sizzling works of sapphic fiction for that noble site. Honestly, I’m surprised we haven’t posted any of hers before, but I plan to make up for that in the months to come. Do enjoy.

***

I was going through my boxes in the master bedroom of my new apartment, having sold the house after the divorce, when I came across a box of sex toys… still wearing my teacher attire after a long day.

I was surprised for a couple of reasons:
1. There were a lot of them.
2. They weren’t mine.

I was also surprised by the variety: dildos, handcuffs, a strap-on cock, a double-ended dildo, and several different vibrators, which were a lot more modern than my own lone ten-plus year old one.

I was holding a unique looking vibrator when my daughter’s good friend Amanda let herself in with the key I’d given her and walked into the room.

“Am I interrupting something?” Amanda asked.

“Um, no, I, um,” I struggled to say, “these aren’t mine.”

Amanda walked over to me, glanced inside and said casually, “Oh, these are Jenna’s.”

“All of them?” I asked, looking back down into the box.

Amanda nodded, putting her hand in the box and picking up the double-ended dildo, “Yep, all of them.”

“It’s quite the collection,” I said, feeling awkward to have a vibrator belonging to my daughter in my hand.

“She likes variety,” Amanda shrugged, which had my head spinning. My nineteen-year-old college freshman daughter was on her way home for Spring Break from Harvard and her good friend had come over to wait for her, and to help me unpack.

I seriously couldn’t fathom Jenna having such an assortment of sex toys, and never mind lesbian toys.

I was stunned that Amanda was obviously familiar with the collection while I hadn’t had a clue.

Plus, this meant Jenna was not only sexually active, but was also either bi or lesbian.

“Wow! I just didn’t….” I said, then stopped, unsure what to say.

“You didn’t know Jenna was bi?” Amanda asked, as I watched her absentmindedly stroking the double-ended dildo. Were Amanda and Jenna an item? Amanda had spent many nights in our home back in high school and…

“I had no idea,” I finally answered. I added, “I didn’t even know she was sexual.”

“Mrs. Berg,” she said. “It’s 2018.”

“Please, just call me Lucy,” I said, no longer being Mrs. Berg; the paperwork was done and I had officially returned to my maiden name ‘Watson’.

“Okay, Lucy,” Amanda agreed.

“So are you two, um…” I began.

“Do Jenna and I fuck?” Amanda asked bluntly.

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

“You have toys too, don’t you?” Amanda asked, the girl who had been in my house hundreds of times and had never once sworn until now.

“One,” I admitted, feeling compelled to answer.

“What is it?” Amanda asked.

“Um, this is a strange conversation,” I said, putting the toy back in the box.

“Lucy,” Amanda said reprovingly, sitting down on the bed next to me. “I’m nineteen.”

“Yes, you are,” I agreed.

“Lucy, please tell me you have been with someone since you tossed your husband out of the house,” Amanda said.

“No,” I whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Amanda said. “I know guys have asked you out.”

“I just wasn’t ready,” I said. I then added, “I’m still not ready.”

“You need to get back out there,” Amanda continued. “If nothing else, just to get laid.”

“Amanda!” I gasped, shocked by this frank conversation.

“Amanda what?” she objected. “You have needs: needs that should be fulfilled.”

“I guess,” I nodded, indeed missing having orgasms that weren’t from my fingers or my tired little old vibe.

“You don’t even have a fuck buddy?” Amanda asked.

“Oh my God!” I said.

“Lucy,” Amanda continued. “Those are words you should be using just as you get off.”

“Aaaarrrrrgh,” I moaned, covering my ears.

“That too,” Amanda continued, seeming to enjoy her impact on me… even though she did seem sincerely shocked that I had gone so long without.

“What has gotten into you?” I asked, my head spinning with bewilderment.

“All of these,” she smiled wickedly, pointing to the box, and apparently answering my earlier question about her and Jenna.

“I feel like I’m on a twisted version of Candid Camera,” I joked, “or Totally Busted,” although she likely had no idea what those shows even were.

Amanda got up and asked, “Where is your sex toy?”

I didn’t answer, but glanced to my nightstand.

She went to it, opened the drawer and pulled out my small vibe. She asked, looking mortified, “You can’t be serious?”

“What?” I asked, even though after seeing my daughter’s collection of toys, all bigger than mine, I knew exactly what she was asking.

“This poor old thing couldn’t possibly get you off,” Amanda said, dropping it back in my drawer as if it were a dusty, shriveled up prune.

I laughed, somehow feeling comfortable saying it, “Neither could my husband.”

Amanda laughed as she walked back to me and asked, all serious, “When did you last come from sex with another person?”

“I think Milli Vanilli was still popular and we still thought they were the ones actually singing,” I joked.

“Mr. Berg never got you off?” Amanda asked.

“I don’t think so,” I answered.

“You don’t think so,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “I get off at least once a day and that’s on a slow day.”

“TMI,” I joked.

“Seriously,” Amanda continued. “I don’t even recall the last day I didn’t get off.”

“Your period,” I pointed out.

“God, no,” she said. “Those are some of my best orgasms.”

“Really?” I asked, in awe of this information.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “I don’t know why, but I’m way more sensitive down there then. You should really try it.”

“Um, okay,” I said, still struggling to keep up with this frank conversation and yet, oddly, feeling horny.

“You look flushed,” Amanda noticed.

“I do?” I asked.

“You do,” she smiled.

“Well, I am a little, um…” I paused, unable to say such a word to my daughter’s friend.

“You’re what?” she insisted.

I sighed. “Horny, all right Amanda, I’m horny.”

Amanda smiled… then said the words that shocked me to my core. “That’s okay… I’ll be glad to fuck you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Seriously, Lucy, I’ll fuck you,” Amanda continued looking at me seriously, as she reached into the box and pulled out the strap-on cock. “I can even fuck you with the same strap-on cock that I usually fuck your daughter with.”

“Amanda, we can’t do….” I began to protest, but she shoved the cock in my mouth, even as I tried to come to grips both with what was happening and also with the sudden knowledge that my daughter had been fucked by Amanda… apparently with regularity.

“Today I’m going to give you the best present ever,” she promised, smiling warmly into my eyes while she slowly pumped the cock in and out of my mouth.

I was shocked.

I was stunned.

I was dripping wet.

When she pulled the cock out of my mouth, I began to point out the obvious. “Amanda, you’re my daughter’s best friend.”

“And also your daughter’s fuck buddy,” Amanda elaborated, pulling her t-shirt over her head to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I stared at her perky firm tits as I flashed back to my high school and college days when I’d had a few lesbian encounters.

“You like, Lucy?” Amanda asked, arching her back to accentuate her attractive boobs as she pushed me back onto my bed.

As she climbed on top of me, I tried to reason with her, even as my pussy dampened, “But, Amanda, oh God, we can’t do…. ”

She put her fingers to my lips and said, “Shush. Today, I’m in charge.”

I should have protested.

I should have continued to point out the many logical reasons this was wrong.

But I didn’t.

“Lift your ass up,” Amanda ordered.

I watched in silent awe as she moved her hands to my skirt and saw that I was wearing thigh highs. “Oh my, I always wondered if you dressed sexy underneath those conservative teacher clothes.”

“You did?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I’ve fantasized about this moment many times,” she purred, as she tugged my skirt down and off and tossed it aside.

“Although I was expecting a thong,” she said, as she reached for my panties.

I shrugged, “I have a couple, but they aren’t comfortable for work.”

Her hand stroked appreciatively up and down my nylon-clad leg as she said, “I see where Jenna gets her hosiery fetish.”

“She has a hosiery fetish?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, as she got up and took off her jeans. “She insists I wear them every time we fuck.”

She paused as I listened intently to the shocking truth of my daughter’s secret past. She then added, “And we fuck a lot.”

“I can’t believe I never caught on,” I said, still stunned as I watched Amanda standing above me, now wearing only a thong.

“Where do you keep your nylons?” she asked.

“Left-hand drawer,” I said, pointing to it. I have always loved hosiery. I love the feel of them on my legs. I love the way they showcase my legs. I love the variety of shades which are as easy to change as lipstick. I also used to love feeling someone caress my ass in pantyhose. Unfortunately that last was a long time ago.

Truthfully, I love all hosiery.

I love pantyhose… or tights as I learned they were called in Britain. I love having them encasing my nice ass.

I used to love thigh highs for the easy access when I wanted a tongue or cock quickly inside me.

I also loved a garter-belt and stockings for those sexy nights.

I even loved a full body stocking, but they were expensive… but my tits held up by sheer nylon is always super sultry sexy.

I watched as she pulled out a pair of black thigh highs and put them on. She asked, “Did you wear them for that asshole of an ex or for yourself?”

“I’ve always loved them,” I admitted, although in retrospect I had never been with a girl in them. It wasn’t something I broadcast, just something I wore.

“So Lucy, do you want me to fuck you?” she asked, returning to the bed caressing her own legs through the stockings.

“Do I have a choice?” I joked.

“Not really,” she laughed, as she pulled my panties down and off. Looking at my pussy, she said, “Nice pussy, Lucy. I love that little landing strip.”

“This is so surreal,” I said, watching my daughter’s friend between my legs.

“Oh, it’s about to get very real,” Amanda grinned, as she moved between my legs and began licking me.

“Oh. God,” I moaned, as soon as her tongue made contact.

“You taste just like Jenna,” she purred, as she licked me.

The reminder of my daughter should have brought me back to earth, but it didn’t, it only turned me on more.

She licked unlike any man… and even better than any girl ever had back in my college days… or maybe it was just the moment and the sudden hunger I felt inside. I moaned, “Oh yes Amanda, that feels so good.”

“Oh yes, I’m going to ravish this sweet pussy,” Amanda purred, between licks.

“I’m already ravished,” I moaned, as she slowly, teasingly licked my pussy.

“Oh, I’m going to make you never want a man again,” she continued as she flicked my clit three times… my body quaking each time… she was playing me like a fiddle… I was a fiddle of pleasure and she was Paganini.

She licked me fast.

She slowed down and explored.

She then moved away from my wet needy pussy and moved over to my thigh, splattering the area with butterfly kisses. She slithered her tongue slowly down my leg, kissing as she went. She explained, “I love to pleasure all your erogenous zones.”

“You’re driving me wild,” I moaned, as her hands reached my foot and she massaged the sole with her thumbs as she sucked on my toes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Amanda complimented as she gazed up into my eyes while worshipping my foot.

“You’re so incredibly hot,” I responded.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she smiled, as she moved to my other foot and gave it an equal amount of tender licking care.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before,” I admitted, enjoying it immensely, even though I really wanted her tongue back between my legs.

She shook her head. “Men are useless. Clueless.”

“Agreed,” I nodded, before adding, “if I knew this was an option, I would have had you doing this a long time ago.”

“Time to make up for lost time,” she purred, as she kissed her way up the other leg.

“Now please get me off,” I begged, wanting her back between my legs licking me.

“As you wish,” she smiled, as she buried her face in my wet pussy and licked aggressively.

“Oh yes, Amanda,” I moaned, as she took my clit in her mouth while she slid two fingers deep inside my pussy and began finger fucking me. I was so wet, her fingers were making wet sounds, adding to my excitement.

“Oh God, yes,” I quivered, as my orgasm grew quickly and then erupted like an earthquake when she found my never-before-discovered-until-this-moment g-spot. “Holy mother fucker!” I screamed.

She giggled, as she tapped on my g-spot while both my legs twitched like I was having an epileptic seizure, “Hey, I am a mother fucker! I just proved it!”

I laughed weakly as my body warmed from head to toe, “I guess so.”

She pulled her fingers out of me, pulled her thong off and straddled my face. “Ever eat pussy before?”

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away,” I joked, as I stared up at her shaved pink pussy.

“College?” she asked, as she leaned up and licked her glistening wetness.

“Yes,” I answered, as I tasted my first pussy in two decades… and, like riding a bike, I instinctively knew exactly what to do.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, as I parted her pussy lips. “Get me nice and wet.”

“You taste amazing,” I said, having forgotten how sweet pussy cum was… after twenty years of tasting male cum which was not something I ever enjoyed, but did for my man.

“Your daughter pretty much lived on this in her senior year,” Amanda revealed, reminding me of her sexual relationship with my daughter.

“I can see why,” I purred, as I hungrily lapped. “This should be its own food group.”

She laughed, “I like that.”

Then for a few minutes, I licked, although if truth be told it was a bit awkward and my neck ached as I craned it awkwardly.

Finally, she grabbed my head and began grinding her pussy on my face as she moaned, “Yes, I’m so close.”

I sucked her clit between my lips and shook my head back and forth as she screamed, “Yes Lucy, I’m coming!”

And I eagerly lapped the abundance of juices that flooded my face as if I were under a shower… more than I had ever experienced in my brief college pussy licking phase.

When she let go, she got off me, looked down at my drenched face and said, “Sorry, I should have told you I’m a squirter.”

“I think I’ve been baptised,” I joked. “And not just sprinkled… full immersion.”

“Ready for more?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I nodded, although unsure if I could have multiple orgasms anymore… my last had been in college, delivered by a freshman coed who ate my cunt for an hour and through three orgasms while I watched Beverly Hills 90210.

“I did promise I’d fuck you,” she smiled, as she grabbed the strap-on cock and put it on.

“And I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a student,” I admitted, “although I never thought it would be you.”

“I always knew one day it would be you,” she countered, as she joined me back on the bed and flipped me onto my side facing away from her.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” I joked playfully, having been rather submissive with my husband back before I learned he’d replaced me with a younger model.

“And I know what you want, too,” she responded, as she lifted my upper leg up and slid her cock into me from behind as she reached around and held my breast. She then asked, “Why are you still wearing your blouse and bra?”

“Good question,” I moaned, as the cock slid inside me. As she slowly fucked me in a positon I had never tried before, I unbuttoned my blouse… but couldn’t get it off.

She pulled out and got off the bed, and I sat up and quickly removed my blouse and bra and tossed them into a corner.

“Those are amazing,” Amanda said, staring at my tits like so many men had done my whole life. My 36DD tits were easily my best asset… although my trim legs were a close second.

“They’re a backbreaker too,” I joked.

“How do you keep them so firm?” she asked.

“I’ve worked out every day since I was 12,” I admitted.

“Well, time for me to work you out,” she smiled, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the end of the bed. She spread my legs wide and, still standing up, slid the cock back into me.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” I moaned, as she leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed her back and we continued kissing as she slid in and out of my pussy, and for a few minutes… I was in bliss.

She kissed me, she fucked me and she played with my tits all simultaneously. And unlike my husband, she didn’t treat them like basketballs, but she worshipped them with her fingers.

It was so intimate and sweet and pleasurable.

When she broke the kiss, she said, “Shit, I need to get fucked too.”

“I think I can do that,” I smiled.

She removed the strap-on, grabbed the double-ended dildo and asked, “Ever use one of these?”

“I don’t think they existed when I was in college,” I said.

“Well, time for a first,” she said, as she got on the bed, her head at my feet, grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. “It takes a while to get used to though.”

“Okay,” I said, as she spread my legs and slid the dildo inside me.

“Oh this is really thick,” I moaned.

“Yeah, Jenna calls this Thicky Dick,” she laughed, as she straddled my legs, then slid her ass closer to me. I watched in excited awe as she slid the other end inside her pussy and then kept moving closer to me… the dildo disappearing further inside her even as it traveled deeper into me.

“Oh my,” I moaned, as I began to feel my cunt stretched and the dildo penetrating deep inside me.

“We keep going until our other lips are kissing,” Amanda said, kissing my upper lips again.

“We still have six inches to go,” I gasped, already feeling pretty full, then I added, “which all by itself is bigger than my ex.”

She laughed, as she kept moving closer to me. “Scoot further towards me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, as the dildo continued to disappear inside us like a magic trick… our pussies acting as the magician’s bottomless hat.

I’d never felt fuller as the dildo kept slithering deeper in me… until the magic trick was complete and our pussy lips were kissing.

“Now slowly move up and down with your hips,” she instructed.

“Okay… this is so kinky,” I said, as I did exactly as she instructed.

“This is the way Jenna gets off the hardest,” Amanda informed me.

“I can see why,” I moaned, as our movements made the dildo move inside me, stimulating me intensely, while our pussies rubbed together, stimulating my outsides.

Amanda took my foot and began sucking on my toes again.

I did the same, loving her nylon-covered legs rubbing against my breasts and enjoying sucking on her cute pink painted toenails.

And as we sucked each other’s toes, our pussies kissed and we fucked ourselves for an eternity.

I came first.

Amanda followed.

Then I came again.

And again.

And one more time as we came simultaneously before we both collapsed as we screamed together, “Fuck!”

We were both lying there, the long dildo still inside us, our nylon legs caressing each other’s breasts, looking like a human pretzel, trying to regain our breath when I heard a voice say, “I guess you win.”

I opened my eyes in terror.

That was my daughter’s voice.

I sat up and stared at my daughter, stammering, “Y-Y-You’re home early!”

“Actually I’ve been home for half an hour,” she revealed.

“So I get your ass first,” Amanda smiled, as she got off the bed.

“What?” I asked, confused, but too exhausted to even try and cover myself up.

Amanda explained, “We made a bet. I bet I could seduce you in under half an hour. We came in together and Jenna hid in the next room.”

“I also listened from the next room. Amanda won,” Jenna said. “Good job, girlfriend.”

“So I get to fuck her ass,” Amanda revealed.

“First,” Jenna pointed out, as she began stripping out of her dress.

Amanda smirked at my dazed expression, “Don’t worry Lucy, we’re not going to leave you out.”

Jenna agreed, “Definitely not. We can’t let Amanda be the only mother fucker.”

Surprisingly, I found that I couldn’t agree more. As my beautiful, slender, sexy naked daughter approached my bed with hunger in her eyes, then turned to offer her trim ass to her best friend, we all three laughed in delight! This would be a memorable homecoming!

But that’s an entirely different story.

The End

by FaeLissa

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in December 2013 }

Maolisa paced the outer walk of the widow’s watch slowly, amused to find such a thing here in the middle of a forest in the deep south. From here, high atop the out of place mansion, she could see miles across the multicolored sea of trees in all directions, and even the hole formed in it by the lake to the east. Her expectations of dull autumn colors had not been realized, and she felt less homesick as she admired the reds, oranges, and golds of fall. That fall arrived later in the south than back home was not really important, as long as it arrived. Smiling, she shivered as a cool breeze caressed her body through her thin dressing gown.

***

Aislin looked down at the water, inches from where her toes hung over the edge of the wooden dock. Her bright white feet contrasted sharply with the dark gray aged wood planks and momentarily drew her attention away from the cold water. She wiggled her toes, smirking at how childish they looked even with nail polish, then thought that maybe the nail polish was having an effect opposite of what she intended.

After the brief sidetrack, her mind returned to the task at hand: admiring the beauty of the lake. She’d always been partial to small lakes surrounded by forest, and it didn’t much matter to her what part of the country it was in, as long as it was isolated.

***

Stepping back inside the cupola and out of the wind, Maolisa made her way down the narrow spiral stairs, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the cool, varnished steps. As she stepped into the huge but nearly empty master bedroom, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stopped and studied her reflection, smiling faintly at the way her white lace dressing gown made her light skin seem tanned.

Opening the gown, she turned from side to side, assessing her 28-26-28 figure and frowning only slightly at the 28B chest size and the little round bum that kept her hips from being bigger than her waist. She liked having a small chest and hips, but resented the comments about her resembling a little girl that it drew. Shrugging, moderately content with what she saw, she removed the gown and tossed it onto the queen-size bed before stepping through the connecting door to the spacious bathroom.

***

Taking a deep breath, shivering in anticipation, Aislin dove from the dock into the frigid lake, resisting the urge to scream as the icy water seemed to make every inch of her body sprout instant goose bumps. She swam out into the lake as far as she could while remaining underwater, then paused to tread water and catch her breath before doing a simple breaststroke to return to the dock.

As she put her hands on the planks and pulled herself up, she noticed, not for the first time, that her fingers had the same childish look as her toes and sighed in exasperation. Climbing up onto the old wood, she surveyed her naked body and came to the conclusion that she was never going to look like a woman, other than her long hair tickling her heels.

She pulled at her nipples, almost grinning at how they stood firm and hard from the small russet circles of her areolas just from getting cold. Not that it was the only way to get them to stand up, but she blushed over her entire body when she thought of the other ways. She warmed her AA-cup breasts in her hands to try to get the aching nipples to relax, but found the touch caused more tension, not less.

***

The master bathroom featured a bathtub raised on clawed feet, mounted on a small pedestal a few inches from the floor. A shower head attached to flexible tubing hung on the wall beside it, within easy reach of someone sitting or standing in the water. On the opposite wall, under a large window flanked by two brass-framed mirrors, a long counter with a recessed sink was illuminated by multiple wall lights as well as overhead spots.

Maolisa grinned and shook her head slightly, thinking about how little use she was going to get out of the make-up counter (as the salesman had called it). The last time she had used make-up was on graduation day at the insistence of the master of ceremonies, who was convinced girls wore lipstick, blush, and eyeliner all the time.

She looked around for the toilet and eventually found it hidden in a small sub-room closed off by doors disguised as floor to ceiling mirrors. She paused to look down at her vulva, then caress it lightly as she thought there might be hair growing there at last, but discovered it was just a shadow and she was still as smooth as a kid. It seemed even the hormone treatment wasn’t going to fix that.

***

The dock was not attached to any building or road, it seemed to merely grow from the tree-encrusted shore, but when Aislin reached the beginning (assuming the part furthest out in the water was the end) she found the narrow trail she had followed to find it. She was halfway back to the house, lost in the sensations of the trees and bushes caressing her body, before she recalled that she had been dressed when she left the house. She shrugged, smirked at the forest around her and decided she could go back to the dock for her clothes another time.

She continued up the winding path, letting the forest tease her with gentle touches and light scraping on sensitive skin. There was no possibility of just pushing straight through to the house, at least, not while naked. Her one attempt at it had gotten her some very interesting as well as some very painful pokes.

***

The water in the tub was too hot to step indirectly, so Maolisa took a moment to untie her auburn, nearly brown, hair and shake it loose, smiling at the way it seemed to float in slow motion when she shook her head. At five feet long it was only a couple of inches from dragging on the floor when not tied or braided. She preferred it loose, especially when naked, but it could be really annoying, particularly around open flames like campfires or gas stovetops. She only knew one other person whose hair could get as long, and knew it was for the same reason.

Touching the water with the tip of a finger, she decided she had it cooled enough to tolerate, although still a smidgen too hot to be comfortable, and stepped in, figuring it would cool while she distracted herself before washing.

***

Approaching the house from the forest, Aislin noticed a set of stairs winding back and forth from the ground all the way to the top floor, with landings and doors on the two floors in between. Curiosity, one of her more interesting traits, compelled her to climb the stairs to find out where they led. The door at ground level opened into a hallway she didn’t feel a need to explore, so she wiped the dirt off her bare feet, shivering at the touch, and climbed.

The first floor up opened into the spacious kitchen, which surprised her as she hadn’t noticed the door from the inside in the couple of days she’d been in the house. She shrugged and blamed her faulty memory, then climbed up to the next level. She knew it would be a surprise, as she hadn’t been to the second floor up since moving in and had no idea what was there.

As the door swung wide she gasped, then made a sharp, schoolgirl squeal of pleasure at discovering a library that would be the envy of any 19th-century gentleman’s club.

***

Maolisa rested her head on the back of the tub for a moment, then used her toes to capture the chain to the plug and pulled on it, releasing the water and sighing softly as it swirled around her on its way out. Reaching up, she pulled the showerhead from the wall and turned on the faucet under it, making a tiny yelp as the first bit of water out was cold, then sighing again as it warmed.

She rinsed the soapy suds from her body, then stood to make sure her hair was rinsed thoroughly as well, since leaving even a trace of soap in it made it clump up horribly. She looked down at her bare body, then at the settings on the showerhead, then grinned before turning off the water, placing the head back on the wall, and telling herself she needed to make time for experimenting.

***

Aislin stepped into the library and shivered in delight as her feet sank into the plush maroon carpet. She stood and wiggled her toes for a moment, then wandered slowly around the walls. Dark mahogany shelves stretched floor to ceiling, covering most of the wall space on three sides. The fourth side was half-filled with a brick fireplace flanked by inset glass-fronted cabinets holding various decorative items. The bookshelves on the wall nearest Aislin were broken by large windows, but the shelves continued above and below them. The far wall shelves were interrupted only for a door, with the shelves extending across it over the top.

Aislin’s tummy fluttered at the sight of so many books to explore. She told herself to make time for the library, then stepped back outside and onto the staircase to continue to the last landing.

***

Finding a towel big enough to use as a small blanket hanging near the tub, Maolisa wrapped herself in it and wandered over to the make-up counter. She discovered her favorite comb had already been set beside the sink and started combing her hair, looking around as she did, seeing details she had missed on her first look. One thing she found was a door beside the mirrored door to the toilet. Pausing her combing, she reached for the knob, grabbing it just as it was turned and pulled from the other side. She screamed in shock and heard a mirroring scream in a similar voice.

***

The door at the top of the stairs had no window, and the landing didn’t go far enough to the side to be able to look into the windows in the wall, so Aislin just grabbed the doorknob, turned and pulled. Seeing Maolisa standing there startled her and hearing the scream triggered her to scream as well.

Maolisa dropped her comb and towel, then started giggling. Aislin leaned against her and Maolisa wrapped both arms around her, hugging Aislin and holding her up as the two of them laughed a lot harder and longer than the incident really called for. As they slowly caught their breath, Maolisa let go of Aislin and picked up her towel, wrapping it around herself, then retrieved her comb and resumed fixing her wet hair.

“Ash, what are you doing sneaking around outside my bathroom? And naked?” She kept her eyes on Aislin’s face, knowing the girl was very sensitive about her body, in spite of refusing the hormones that would fix what she claimed she didn’t like.

Aislin continued to giggle, shrugging. “I went down to the dock and had to swim. It’s cold. I forgot my clothes when I came back, then I saw this staircase and wanted to see where it went.” She grinned, “it went here.” Aislin pushed past her sister and her mouth dropped open in awe, “Oh, Mail! This is wild! You could rent your bathroom out as an apartment!” She took the comb from Maolisa’s hand and started combing for her as she continued to look around. “What are you going to do with all this space? Between us we don’t have enough make-up for even one of those cabinets.”

Maolisa let her sister comb her hair for her, they’d done that for each other most of their lives, and shrugged. “Not really much to do with it. Bathrooms aren’t really the most versatile rooms in the house. Besides, there are tons of other rooms being wasted already. There’s enough bedrooms alone to turn this place into a hotel.”

Aislin shook her head side to side vigorously, “Nuh-uh. No hotels. Hotels have people in them. Lots of people. Mostly lots of rude people.”

Wincing, Maolisa took Aislin’s hand with the comb and held it still, “You’re going to pull my hair out!” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her sister’s lips. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you. Not really soon, anyway, and certainly not without us talking through it together.”

Leaning forward, Aislin kissed her sister in return, parting her lips slightly and then giggling again as Maolisa blushed. She resumed combing her hair.

They stayed quiet until Aislin was finished, then Aislin grabbed Maolisa’s towel and pulled it away, laughing, “Get dressed if you’re gonna, we have a house to explore. Did you know it has a library? Already chock full of books? It’s huge! I might have to move my bed in there for a while.”

Blushing brightly as Aislin tried to lead her to the outside door while she was still naked, Maolisa wiggled her hand until she got free, then headed for the door to her bedroom. “Let me get something on first! You’re worse than a little kid.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m the same as a little kid, except smarter.”

“More educated maybe, I’m not so sure about smarter,” Maolisa quipped, then winced and blushed again as Aislin slapped her bare bum. “Okay, okay, a little smarter.” She jumped to get into her room before she could get smacked again.

Maolisa had to hunt for the right closet to find something she felt like wearing, which she determined, from Aislin’s mood, should be something modest if she didn’t want to spend the day red-faced. She sighed as she considered her reaction to Ash’s playful touching, once again deciding it wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She pulled out a couple of nice silk kimonos, one with flowers for herself, and one with a dragon for Aislin to try to get her interested in wearing it. Slipping on some flip flops, she went back through the bathroom then out to the landing her sister had barged in from.

Aislin was standing near the stairs, about to run down but stopped to put the kimono on with a heavy sigh. As she looked down, she noticed her sister’s flip flops and shook her head side to side. “Nope. Not wearing those things, They’re a horrible invention. They’re ugly and the noise they make is really, really disturbing.”

Mail smiled and nodded, then stepped out of her flip flops and continued down the stairs barefoot. “Remind me to get some slippers that you approve of next time we’re in town.” She didn’t notice her sister watching her feet on the steps and biting her lower lip.

Once inside the library, they looked around the books for a few minutes, then dropped onto opposite ends of a big overstuffed sofa facing the empty fireplace. Maolisa curled her legs up underneath her while Aislin stretched hers out toward Maolisa, pushing her feet under the edge of her sister’s kimono and rubbing her leg with her toes. Mail noticed the lip-biting this time and looked at her quizzically. “Something bothering you?”

Aislin shook her head side to side, her ghostly white face getting a bit pink as she looked down shyly, “No, nothing’s wrong. This is so great, now. I mean having such a big place, and us being together and out of school. What could be wrong? Why would you think something was wrong?”

“Well, first, you keep biting your lip, and I don’t remember you doing that before. Second, you’re babbling.” She grinned, “Well, you always did that, but usually you were talking about a book or something, not just sounding nervous.” She put her hand down by her side and caressed Aislin’s feet tenderly. “Have I become scary to you?” she asked as Aislin’s feet jumped and then trembled under her hand.

Shaking her head, Aislin spoke softly, “Not more than anyone else. It was a long time, then suddenly you call out of the blue and invite me to move down here with you. I’m happy we’re back together, but it’s new.” She grinned sheepishly, “and you know how I am about new.”

Maolisa slid her hand up and down Aislin’s leg, then caressed her feet again, thinking she understood why Ash trembled again, and smiled at her tenderly. “I know. That’s why you went with Mom when the folks split. Dad couldn’t handle your sensitivities.” She smirked, “He couldn’t really handle much of anything. Getting me out of his house was probably the best thing that lottery money will ever do for me.” Shrugging, she looked over the little body of her sibling, “although he did make sure I got the hormones to, um, finish growing up. I still don’t know why you didn’t.” She made a gesture like holding up breasts, “then you could have boobs, too.”

Aislin giggled, blushing. “I’m happy the way I am, even if I do fuss about it sometimes. There were a few times in high school I considered it, but,” she shrugged, “it just isn’t for me. Mom doesn’t understand, either, but she lets me make the decision and doesn’t get mean about it.”

“Dad would have been mean. It’s why they split up — when he doesn’t get his way, he gets mean.” Maolisa stroked Aislin’s slim ankles lightly. “As you can see, it only got me a little further along.” She smirked, “and the biggest effect seems to be that now, I have periods. The one part of growing up I would gladly have skipped.”

Moving her feet to rub the soles against Maolisa’s thighs made her shudder and blush again, but Mail seemed to have decided that she knew what was going on with her weirder sister and let it slide.

Aislin slid her feet again, then stood up and returned to looking at the books, not noticing that the tie to her kimono had come off and her undeveloped body was exposed. Not that it would have mattered to her if she had noticed.

“Did you know they were going to leave the place furnished and all the books in it?” she asked her sister.

Nodding, Maolisa smiled at Aislin’s obsession with books. “Yes. The previous owner died and the estate was happy to dump it all in one transaction, since I gave them close to the estimated value. I didn’t want to have to do all the decorating stuff, and it’s the style I would have wanted anyway.” She stood up, making sure her kimono was closed, and headed for the door. “Let’s get some lunch. I skipped breakfast and now I’m hungry.”

Aislin nodded absently, then grinned, “Oh, sorry. I almost missed that. I do that to Mom all the time. She asks about food, and I just nod and never even notice what she said.”

As Ash approached Mail, Mail reached out and tried to take her sister’s hand. Aislin jumped away, tripping and falling back against a bookcase, hitting her head, as she yelled, “No touching!” Once she was on the floor and holding the back of her head she swore softly. “I’m sorry, Mail. I wasn’t expecting that, and I guess I just went on autopilot.” She held her hand out and Mail cautiously helped her to her feet, then held the trembling little hand lightly.

“People still scare you?”

“Only most of the time.” She blushed prettily. “That was why when you invited me to live twenty-five miles from the nearest neighbor, I jumped at it — even though it meant change. Change might be bad, but people are worse, and we were right in the middle of town.”

“That part I can understand. I still get the shakes if I have to be in a group for very long or in a small space.” She moved her arm slowly around her sister’s waist, then gently hugged Aislin when she didn’t panic again. “I never was as sensitive as you, but enough that I can understand. I should have been more careful.”

Aislin leaned toward her and lightly pressed her lips to Maolisa’s, “It’s okay, Mail. We’ll adjust to each other in time, if I don’t drive you to kick me out first.” Her tummy fluttered when Maolisa puckered her lips during the kiss, and her face got a little warmer.

Maolisa replied, her lips tickling Aislin’s, “I won’t ever do that, even if you go back to tantrums every day at dinner.”

Aislin blushed brightly at the reminder of her early teens, then allowed Mail to lead her by the hand to the kitchen.

While Maolisa looked around for food supplies, Aislin hopped onto one of the spacious countertops, crossed her legs, folded the sides of her kimono in to cover her lap, and sat watching.

“Don’t you know where you put anything?” she asked after the search went on for over ten minutes.

“I didn’t do the shopping, I got a service company to clean up and stock the pantry.” She paused to look at her sister, “don’t worry, I got a list from Mom for you. The freezer must have at least ten gallons of ice cream in it.” She stood up and looked around, one fingertip pressed lightly to her lips, then suddenly pointed at Aislin, “Oh! And you have to look in the cabinets beside your window. There should be candy.”

Ash grinned widely, “I found it by smell. Tons and tons of sugar can’t be hidden.” She put her hands on her feet, twitching a little as she idly caressed her toes, “I guess Mom told you I go on sugar binges.”

“Better than drinking binges. I had a summer of that, and I don’t want to repeat it.” She looked around again, then pulled open the freezer and took out a frozen pizza. “Looks like we have to do the easy thing for now until I learn what’s what in here. Or get someone else to cook.”

“Don’t look at me. I’ve burned enough parts of my body. If it takes heat to make it, I’ll pass. I just can’t seem to handle the stove.”

Maolisa prepared the oven, then leaned against the counter beside Aislin while waiting for it to preheat. “Mom thinks that’s just because you can’t settle down. She says you get really nervous and jittery when you start trying to cook.”

Aislin shrugged, “Maybe, but it doesn’t seem to get any better with practice. Mom tried and tried to get me to cook so she could rest after work, and I just couldn’t get it. Something always went wrong.”

Mail put her hand on Ash’s hands, still resting on her feet, waited for her sister’s shiver to pass, then caressed her lightly, smiling softly, and said, “I know. Mom gave me lots and lots of warnings.”

Blushing, Aislin looked down at her sister’s hand covering her own, pleased to see it looked almost as childish as hers, including the short nails, although Mail’s looked trimmed rather than bitten. “Like how I live in my own world, unconnected to reality?”

“She mentioned that. Several times. Forcefully.” Maolisa grinned at her sister. “Just don’t bring any dragons here, the house is big but not that big.” The oven signaled that it was preheated, and Maolisa pulled the pizza from the box and put it inside, setting a timer. She returned to caressing her sister’s hands, giving her a tender smile when she shuddered. “If I give you enough attention, will you stop being so nervous?”

“Probably for you, but it doesn’t always work. Most people stay scary no matter how much time I spend with them, but once in a while I find someone I can get used to.” She smiled shyly at her sister. “I’m expecting you’ll be one of them, since I wasn’t scared of you before.” She reached out and caressed Maolisa’s cheek with her fingertips, then let them drift over her lips, biting her own when Maolisa kissed her fingers.

“School must have been really rough.”

Nodding, Aislin shifted her bum on the counter, “They tried to make space and rules for getting near me, but with the push to get handicapped people mainstreamed, they wanted to try to force me to be with the regular students. I think I missed about three-quarters of the year cause of not being able to face them.” She shrugged and put her hands back on her feet. “It wasn’t so bad, though. There were girls that liked to try to take care of me, overpowered mother instincts I think, and they would make people stay away as much as they could. Teachers were the worst. They seemed to think they could just order me to not panic.” She unfolded her legs and slid off the counter as the pizza timer sounded, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Maolisa was looking over her body as the kimono pulled up for a moment when it caught on the edge of the counter.

Maolisa found a steak knife and cut the pizza into wedges, then watched as Aislin tore a slice into small bits with her fingers, shaking her hand every once in a while as it got too hot. She offered the knife to her, but Ash pulled back as if afraid of it, and Mail moved it away. “You don’t like knives?”

“Mom didn’t let me near really sharp ones. She was afraid if I had a tantrum I might hurt someone really bad by accident. She made such a big deal out of it that I guess it made me leery of even touching one.” She smiled sheepishly, “I never hit anyone during a tantrum, though. I yell bad words and bang things and stomp my feet and cry and sometimes just scream.” She fidgeted with her pizza, now ripped into bite-size pieces, pushing it around and occasionally picking up a piece to chew for a long time. As she ate and kept her attention on pizza pieces, she seemed to relax a bit.

Thinking about her sister’s control problems made Maolisa a little uncomfortable. Not so much out of fear of what she would do, but the discomfort of feeling sorry for her when she knew that was the last thing Ash would want. Her father tried to blame Aislin’s issues on attention-seeking and ‘being a baby’, but her mother and the doctors said Ash was severely autistic and had to work really hard to avoid freaking out over every little thing.

Mail was hoping she could give Ash a place to be herself with few outside disruptions to trigger problems, since Mail herself was autistic, just not so severely. One of her first steps would be to learn Ash’s rituals, like tearing her food into tiny bites, and not make her uncomfortable about them. She watched her older but smaller sister eat, a little flutter in her stomach at observing how childlike she could be.

When Aislin was finished eating, she stood and walked away from the table, leaving scraps of pizza behind. Maolisa got her attention with a little cough, then pointed at the bits of food. “Hey, Ash, could you get those? The trash is that flap under the sink, like they have in fast food places.”

Aislin looked at the scraps with a wrinkle in her brow, as if confused, then smiled, “Oh, yes. Trash.” She giggled nervously, blushing a little, “Um, you might need to tell me a few times about picking up. Mom wasn’t consistent and, well, I dunno if you know, but it’s hard for me to remember what things to do if it changes too much.” She looked down at the floor and fidgeted a little before saying softly, “Like if you want me to clean up after eating then I have to do it every time, not just sometimes when you don’t feel like it. Or you can ask each time you want me to, if you don’t want it to be a regular thing.”

Maolisa carefully approached and wrapped her arms around Aislin, hugging her gently, “I know. Remember, we did live together for many years before the divorce. I know about routines and how evil change is.” She pulled her head back to try to look into Ash’s eyes, forgetting for a moment that Ash never looked a person in the eyes, “I have my own, you know, although I try to fight them,” she smirked, “not very successfully, but I try.” She released her sister from the hug. “Picking up stuff from the table is one we both need, unless we decide we can handle having a housekeeper, and that couldn’t be until after we get accustomed to the place, so we still need that routine for now.”

Aislin wiggled out of Maolisa’s arms, her body starting to tremble from being so close, then cheerfully picked up the remains of lunch and disposed of them, asking, “So what do we do with the trash when it’s full?”

Opening the cabinet door under the flap, Maolisa showed her the trash basket, “Just take this out the back door, turn right, there’s a fenced area on the side of the house. Inside is the big trash things. Dump it in there and bring it back. The big things are emptied by the trash company on Monday mornings, so we don’t have to worry about that part of it.”

Once the kitchen had been cleaned up, Aislin took off her kimono and handed it to Maolisa, “Here, you can have this back. I’ll get something of my own after I have a shower.” She headed out to the hallway and up the inside stairs to the third floor, then found her room at the opposite end of the hall from the master bedroom. While it was further from Maolisa’s room than she wanted, the other options didn’t suit her tastes as well. She liked the dark greens and browns of carpet and wallpaper, and the big four-poster bed with matching bedding planted in the center of the room instead of against a wall. When she had first seen it, she giggled and told Mail it was perfect, giving her a chance to fall out of bed in any direction without being restricted by walls. Sections of the walls had dark wood panels that had turned out to be doors behind which were cabinets, closets, and drawers, with more storage space than Aislin could imagine ever needing, and one led to a large bathroom.

Maolisa watched Aislin until she turned into the stairway and out of sight, smiling to herself. She’d wanted to have her little older sister back for a couple of years, but her father had no tolerance for handicapped people and would go out of his way to cause them trouble. That she was his daughter only made it worse. At the same time he forbid Mail from contacting her, claiming Ash had abandoned the family when he sent her to stay with her mother. Winning the lottery with the ticket he had given her as the only present for her eighteenth birthday had allowed her to get out from under his insanity.

***

Aislin stretched out in the tub, which was more than large enough for her to lie down in without bending in any way, and turned on the shower, relaxing in the artificial rain. She pictured her younger sister as she looked when Ash took her towel and sighed deeply, then took care of the physical tensions it raised. After resting a few minutes she washed, sitting under the running shower. While she’d never had any problems in a bath, her mother had always been afraid she would have some kind of attack (her mother didn’t really understand autism) and wouldn’t let her have the water more than a couple of inches deep. Aislin didn’t like standing in the shower, though, as she was afraid of losing her balance when touching parts that made her tremble or shudder while washing. So a shower while sitting or lying in the tub was her compromise, although she thought she might have to try a full bath, with deep water, soon. Maybe have Mail sit with her just to be safe, although that might bring up other issues. Aislin blushed as she pictured it, and hurried through the rest of her shower-bath.

***

Maolisa returned to her room and looked through her drawers until she found some shorts and a t-shirt, then changed clothes. She looked for her flip-flops a minute before remembering Ash wouldn’t let her wear them, then put on some tennis shoes without socks and smirking as she thought about how her father would yell that the shoes would be ruined by her sweat. She was tempted to throw out all her socks just to spite him, but dismissed the silly idea right away. She had enough silly ideas that she hung onto without keeping spiteful ones. Like kissing her sister on the mouth.

She couldn’t recall what had prompted her to pucker her lips, but she was glad Aislin had simply returned the kiss without getting all upset. A small sigh escaped as she remembered those soft little lips moving against her mouth. Shaking herself out of introspection, she went through her bathroom to the outside stairs, briefly wondering why the stairs went to the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

***

The deck outside Aislin’s bedroom didn’t have a set of stairs leading down, but it was large enough to contain a set of all-weather furniture including a sofa, two lounge chairs, and a small game table with matching chairs and umbrella. Ash stretched out on a lounge chair and dozed, letting the cool breeze raise bumps all over her body and stiffen her nipples. The tightening of her nipples gave her pleasant daydreams, but not enough to incite her to actually move, and she fell into a nap.

***

The afternoon was getting cooler as Maolisa went down the stairs and across the clearing into the forest at a brisk clip. Her intent had been to get exercise by jogging to the dock along the path through the forest, but she quickly discovered that running a winding, ungraded, narrow dirt path was much more difficult than the paved park paths in a city; the quarter mile trip one way had her completely winded.

She found her sister’s clothes from the morning dropped haphazardly around the wooden planks. She looked around for shoes but didn’t find any, so assumed she hadn’t worn any even at first. Mail wondered how she could have such pretty little feet the way she mistreated them, walking across any surface in her path without shoes, regardless of how rough and torn up it might be. She picked up Ash’s shorts, t-shirt, and underpants, looking twice at the underpants, since her mother had told her it was near impossible to get Aislin to wear underclothes. She shrugged and started the walk back up to the house.

***

Waking up was always a slow process for Aislin. It would take her several minutes to separate dream from reality when waking in her own bed. Waking in a new place, on a lounge chair outdoors, she found it difficult to pull herself the rest of the way awake. A soft hand caressing her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple as it moved up her neck, then cupped her chin, made it more dreamlike. She imagined she heard her sister’s soft voice whispering her name, then again. Gradually it occurred to her that she might not be imagining it. She opened her eyes as the soft hand slid lightly down over her throat to rest gently on the center of her chest. She felt her cheeks flush as her nipples hardened at the touch. She looked over to Maolisa and saw no sign that anything was wrong.

Sitting on the seat beside her sister and leaning over, Maolisa touched her lightly, trying to wake her. She wasn’t sure what kind of touch would set off one of Ash’s downward spiraling reactions. She whispered her name, then bent her face down and kissed her sister’s lips lightly, then again, when she found them slightly parted, inhaling through her mouth to capture the candy-flavored breath, smiling when she figured out the flavor was spearmint. She let her tongue touch her sister’s lips, wetting them, then lifted her head and caressed the pretty face as she whispered Aislin’s name again.

As Ash blinked slowly awake Mail blushed lightly. When no bad reaction came, Maolisa let her hand slide back to Ash’s chest, trying to avoid brushing the nipple again. She didn’t want her sister thinking she was trying to take advantage of her in her sleep.

“I went down to the dock and found your clothes. Did you have shoes? I didn’t find any.” Maolisa continued, speaking in the soft voice she’d used to wake Aislin. It was her natural tone, but she had gotten into a habit of trying to speak louder, after being told over and over that a soft voice was a sign of weakness.

“I haven’t worn shoes since graduation. School was the only time I really needed to,” Aislin replied in a similarly soft voice. Aislin had developed a habit of matching her tone to the tone around her, since she didn’t really grasp the nuances of a changing voice. Mail made a note to herself to speak softly around Ash, so she could hear that softer voice again.

“What about stores and restaurants?”

Aislin grinned, “You’d be surprised what you can get away with when people think of you as ‘that freak kid’. Clerks would help find stuff for me to get me out of the store faster, rather than fuss at me for being barefoot.” She paused only a moment before looking away shyly, her face flushed a brighter pink, “and I can’t eat in restaurants. I don’t remember the last time I was in one for more than just picking up a take out meal. I hate them.”

Maolisa reached to stroke her sister’s cheek comfortingly, but caught herself before making the contact that might trigger a panic or tantrum. “I don’t usually go to them. They’re uncomfortable when you’re alone, and Dad didn’t want to be seen in public with a daughter, because it might hurt what slim chance he had of getting a date. Not that he ever got a date that I know of, but in his mind he’s a ladies’ man.”

Aislin giggled, trying to picture the drunken bully she remembered playing a lothario. “He must have an even richer fantasy life than I do!” Maolisa joined her in giggling.

“Anyway, I put your dirty clothes in the utility room beside the kitchen.” She chewed her lip, then blurted out, “I found panties down there, but Mom said you don’t wear them. Did you start and not tell her?”

Ash giggled again, “No, I just wore them like, um, don’t laugh! Like a shield, sorta. A thing to do to feel safer.” She looked away again, “I get scared sometimes, and little things like that help me think I’m doing something to be safer, and that helps me not panic.”

Mail waited until Ash was turned where she could see her move, then caressed her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Aislin’s hand covering hers and her mouth turning up into a smile let Mail know Aislin understood the intent.

“Oh, okay. Well, they’re in the utility room, too. Do you know how to do laundry, or is there a reason you can’t?”

Shaking her head side to side, Aislin smiled, “Nope, no reason not to. One of the parts of normal life Mom let me do for myself. Although she always checked to make sure I didn’t forget the soap or to turn the machines on.”

“Oh good. The more you can do yourself, the less need we’ll have for housekeepers or anything,” Maolisa smiled, “and the less of that we need, the less people you have to see. Except me. You have to see me. A lot.”

Aislin took her sister’s hand and kissed the back of it lightly, “I like that part. Seeing you, I mean. The part about housekeepers and people, well, the less the better. I could be happy going a year of no other people right now. I still haven’t gotten over graduation, and that was months ago.”

Maolisa looked up and down her sister’s body, hoping it seemed casual, then stood up and smiled down at her, “I’ve got paperwork to take care of. My office is on the second floor beside the library, if you need anything.” She started to turn toward the door, then paused as she felt Ash’s fingers trail over her thigh, then turned back, “Did you want an office or a computer room or something? Or is the library all you need?”

Shrugging and looking at where her fingers still rested lightly on her sister’s leg, Aislin shrugged. “I don’t have a computer or anything like that. Mom was afraid I wouldn’t use one and we didn’t have the money to spare. I’m not even sure I’d have a use for one, although I’ve wanted to try making pictures.” She shrugged again, “Mostly I just read, so the library suits me, and I love all the wood and leather.”

“Leather?”

Grinning, Aislin tapped Maolisa’s thigh, “The book bindings? You didn’t notice most of them are real leather bindings? And the seat covers? The desk blotter?”

Blushing brightly, Mail turned back to go into the house. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking of leather in that context.”

Aislin watched her sister’s bum sway as she left the deck, thinking she’d like more information about the context Mail had been thinking of. She blushed as several images ran through her mind, then forced herself to think about getting up and doing something.

With a small effort she pulled herself up from the lounge chair and went to look in her closet, knowing Mail had added considerably to her wardrobe when stocking the room. After just a couple of minutes she found a deep green, very light, satin dressing gown that fit loosely and had a little sash to hold it together so Ash wouldn’t have to think about it, which was a requirement since Ash wouldn’t think about it. Some form of clothing was needed, as Aislin was heading for the library, and sitting on leather chairs while naked was not comfortable for very long

***.

Maolisa dropped into her desk chair and kicked off her tennis shoes. She grinned lightly, thinking how Aislin was already corrupting her: in the past, she didn’t take her shoes off just to be comfortable. She wiggled her toes, thought about how they could use some nail polish, then pulled her chair up to her desk and moved the mouse to wake up the computer. As she worked, she kept finding herself rubbing her feet on the carpet and shook her head with a smirk, realizing why Ash was always moving her feet.

***

The chair in the library was a large antique, matching the desk. Made of dark, heavy wood, the seat, back, and arms had thick, soft, leather-covered padding in the important places. Aislin leaned back and put her feet up on the edge of the desk, then pushed a little, smiling as she found the chair was too heavy to be accidentally tipped over that way. She put her feet back on the floor, enjoying the feel of the luxurious carpet, and stood up to look more closely at the books.

***

Emails from her lawyer made Maolisa smile widely as the trust she had been trying to set up for Aislin was finally confirmed and approved. Nearly a third of her lottery winnings were put aside in case there came a time Ash was left alone or survived past retirement age, with the investments spread widely enough that the risk of complete loss was low. A quarter of the funds were in a retirement account for herself that was safe from her tendency to overspend, requiring legal hoop-jumping to extract money from. The rest was invested with a limited cash-withdrawal option, automatic deposits into her spending account and the accountant’s account for paying the bills. Mail could be a responsible person for most things, but getting bills paid on time was not one of them. After reading through the documents and marking those tasks complete she decided to get up for a few minutes to stretch.

***

Finding Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur and T. H. White’s The Once and Future King as a bound set made Aislin squeal and jump up and down like a child before reaching for the first one. Carrying it back to the desk as if it were as fragile as a snowflake, she set herself down, sliding until her bum was almost off the front edge of the seat, put her feet up onto the desk, ignoring the way the dressing gown fell open to her waist, and opened the book carefully. Within minutes she was lost in the stories, her trembling from excitement at finding the books subsiding as her mind wandered into fantasy.

***

Maolisa sighed as her bare feet stepped onto the cool hardwood of the hall floor, then turned toward the stairway. Before she got there, she decided to peek in the library and see how her sister was doing. It never occurred to her that Ash might not be there, as Ash was always where books were.

From the doorway she was looking at the side of the desk and chair and could easily see that Aislin was bare from the waist down, her robe hanging to the floor from the seat instead of wrapping her legs. Mail smiled at Ash’s pretty legs, ankles crossed and cute little feet resting on the desktop, toes tapping the air in time with some tune in Ash’s head. She wanted to reach out and touch the lovely, soft skin, but didn’t want to scare her sister, nor interrupt her relaxation. Reading seemed to help Aislin’s ability to cope with reality much better than any other form of stress relief. She blew her sister a kiss and wandered back to her office.

***

As the light from the afternoon sun faded from the windows some automatic system gradually raised the artificial lights in the library. The change was so gradual Aislin’s reading was not disturbed, giving her hours of enjoyment and relaxation. By the time she returned from the worlds in the book her back was aching from being slumped in the hard chair for so long, and she moaned softly as she squirmed to get the kinks out before lifting her feet from the desk and placing them on the floor, wiggling her toes.

“Ouch,” she muttered as she tried to stand and fell back, then succeeded on a second try. Stretching backward then forward, then reaching to touch her toes, shuddering, then standing up straight again and wiggling her whole body seemed to get the kinks out. She grinned to herself, remembering her mother fussing that it wasn’t fair, how she could recover so easily from a stiff back. The thought got her thinking of her mother and she decided to ask Mail to invite her to come visit, since she refused to move to the south with them.

***

Maolisa’s office was originally intended as a walk-in closet, so she only had room for her desk, computer, file cabinet, and safe — not even a chair for visitors. She liked it that way, so she could get things done. It didn’t take much to distract her, even simple knickknacks and pictures could break her concentration if she saw them out of the corner of her eye, so she put her office where there wasn’t room for that stuff, and kept everything else in its place. Setting up that way had the beneficial side-effect of keeping her from dawdling over things she needed to do; so she could get the work done and get out as quickly as possible.

So when Aislin appeared in her doorway, Mail stood up to exit the office instead of inviting her in. Aislin didn’t move right away and Maolisa brushed up against her as she got to the door, feeling her shiver a little without moving away from the touch. Mail smiled and intentionally brushed her hand against Ash’s shivering herself when her sister clasped it briefly before moving back from the doorway.

“I like your office, Mail. It’s nice and cozy. You just need to change the color. White is horrible. Walls should never be white,” Aislin grinned at her sister. “I want a nice green office, with green carpet, green wallpaper and even a pastel green ceiling.”

“We can make you an office and just spray it down with water and let mold grow on everything, how’s that?” her sister teased, but when Aislin blushed and looked down at her toes, a glum expression on her face, Maolisa gave her a careful hug and apologized. “I’m sorry, sis. I forget that teasing like that doesn’t work for you. It was supposed to be a joke.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “Oh. I never know when it’s supposed to be a joke or being mean, and it always feels mean even if I should know better.” She lightly brushed Maolin’s cheek with her lips, “I’ll try to think the right way, so you don’t have to worry about how you talk.”

“And I’ll try to think the right way and not tell jokes that could be insulting. It’s not really a nice kind of humor, anyway.” Maolisa took advantage of the tender moment to kiss her sister’s lips, suppressing the urge to lick them, and gently tighten her hug. Feeling Aislin starting to tremble, Mail backed away as casually as she could, a little surprised to notice Ash’s cheeks getting a little flushed.

Looking down at her toes, rubbing the line between the carpeted office and the hardwood hallway, Aislin tried to get herself distracted. “I was coming to ask if maybe we could have Mom come visit soon. I think I miss her already.”

Maolisa started down the hallway, holding her hand out to Aislin to let her decide if she wanted to take it or not. “Yes, well, me and Mom already talked about it. She said you would probably want her to visit within the first few days, but might hold out a couple of weeks. You think you can make it a month, or do you need her sooner?”

Aislin took her sister’s hand, her own quivering just a little at the touch, “I want to say that would be fine, but I know me and that would be too long. Maybe two weeks from now? I don’t want to be a pest, but this is a lot of change… and even though I’m happy, stress is stress, good or bad, and it builds up.” She grinned at Mail, “If it had been me winning the lottery, I probably would have had a temper tantrum from the surprise and torn up the check.”

Mail laughed and had to concentrate to stop herself from giving her sister a big hug. “We can manage that, I’m sure. Mom was thinking between two and three weeks would be your limit, and counting from the day we came down, that would be two and a half. Mom knows your limits pretty well.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “She’s had years of experience, and cares enough to pay attention, even when she doesn’t understand. It’s not like I’ve changed much. I get older but I don’t grow up.” She looked up thoughtfully. “I think I prefer it that way.”

Mail gently squeezed Ash’s hand and couldn’t suppress a giggle when Ash squeaked in surprise, sounding like a cartoon mouse, but also giggled. She let Maolisa tug her into the stairwell, going down.

“Let’s get some coffee and call her now.” Mail smirked, “Every time I call her, the conversation lasts at least one cup, sometimes two.”

“What do you talk about so much?”

“The care and feeding of an older sister.” They shared a brief laugh.

Ash tried to start the pot of coffee brewing, but as she tried to pour the coffee beans in without grinding them first or using a filter, Mail took over. Ash sighed, looking a little disappointed in herself, “I know how to do it, but for some reason every time I try I suddenly can’t remember, and the odd things like trying to use whole beans seem to actually make sense. Then when someone else starts doing it, I know the right thing.” She climbed up on the counter, sitting cross-legged next to where Mail was putting things together for the coffee, not seeming to notice her robe was open, and Maolisa was sneaking peeks between her thighs.

“Maybe if we tried turning it into a ritual, with the preparation steps laid out, we can break that habit.” She got all the things needed for making the coffee and set them out on the counter between Aislin and the coffee pot, “See, like this? Set it all out at once, so you’re doing it differently from what you’re used to doing.” Once she had all the items laid out in a row, she moved her hand to the side, slipping it under Aislin’s robe to rest on her knee. Aislin’s face flushed a little bit and she shivered, but she didn’t move away.

Instead, she smiled at her sister, “That’s how I usually break routines that I do wrong. Reorder them so that I don’t fall back into the old habits. You’ll just have to tell me the first few times.” She pulled her robe closed, but let it go over Maolisa’s hand on her knee, shifting her body around to pull some of the robe out from under her bum. As she moved Mail’s hand slipped down her thigh a little and Aislin gasped, then bit her tongue to distract herself from moaning.

Maolisa briefly considered the idea that Aislin had caused her hand to move intentionally, then decided that was just wishful thinking and the gasp was from surprise. She slid her fingers up her sister’s thigh, back to her knee, enjoying the way Aislin shivered as she did. She tore her eyes away from Aislin’s little mound and looked up toward her face, grateful for Aislin’s inability to look someone in the eye. Reluctantly, she let go of Ash’s knee and turned to the telephone on the wall, dialing their mother’s number.

Aislin turned toward the coffee maker. With everything laid out for her, it really was easy for her to do things in the right order. Before her sister had even said hello on the telephone, the coffee was brewing. She slid off the counter, letting it pull her robe up for a moment, giggling when Mail took advantage of it to slap her bum, hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt. She wriggled a little, causing Mail to laugh, then went hunting in the cabinets for coffee cups.

The phone was answered just as Maolisa slapped her sister’s bare bum, causing her “hello” to sound a bit strained as she was trying to conceal the sudden excitement that touching Aislin’s bottom made her feel. “Hi, Mom. Just calling to see if you’re ready to come visit. No, not today,” she laughed, “You have a little time to prepare. How does two weeks sound? Okay, I’ll get the tickets set up.”

She chatted with her mother for a few minutes, watching her sister moving around the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets. She noted that even though she moved fast, almost suddenly, when going from place to place, she looked graceful doing it. She wondered if it was something Aislin had developed to help prevent accidents from her jumping around all the time.

Aislin found the coffee cups in a cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen from the coffee maker, and sighed in exasperation. There was no way she could leave it like that, and started moving them to the cabinet over the machine. That cabinet had boxed foods in it, which also needed to be moved, and within minutes Aislin was engrossed in a major re-ordering of the entire kitchen as Maolisa watched, amused and a little impressed. Aislin’s quick movements and obsession with order and logic made fast work of the job.

Maolisa kept their cups filled and tried to help as much as she could, but Aislin found cooperation difficult, not being able to anticipate what the other person was about to do. Finding herself bumped out of the way, and things she did undone right afterward, Mail decided she was safer sitting at the table and watching. She didn’t mind having the opportunity to watch her sister’s little body moving and bending and twisting, although she did have to bite her tongue at times when she would catch a glimpse of more skin than most people would allow to be seen.

When Aislin got hot and removed her robe, Mail almost reached out for her, wanting to pull her big sister into her lap with a desire that was getting harder and harder to resist. She settled for giving her a kiss on the lips and caressing her cheek when she came by for a coffee refill.

Wiping her brow, Aislin found it damp with sweat, then looked around the kitchen. She hadn’t really noticed how much work she was doing. Once started, she just focused on the task and drifted away inside her mind, while some part of her brain that she didn’t have a lot of contact with used her body to accomplish the job. She was aware of what she was doing, so far as knowing that she moved this here and that there, but didn’t actually think about it directly, and after a job was done, she didn’t have much memory of what happened during the work. But then, she often found herself without a clear memory of what she’d just been doing. It could be really annoying to suddenly find herself standing in the kitchen with a pan in hand and no idea why.

As she got down on her hands and knees to put something in the back of a lower cabinet, Aislin thought she heard a deep moan, but when she looked around her sister was still sitting at the table with her coffee. She shrugged and turned back to the cabinet, squirming a bit to get further back.

Moaning at the sight of her sister’s bottom made Maolisa blush and bite her lip. When Aislin turned to look at her, Mail hoped that her sister’s inability to read faces was for real, because she was sure that her lust was plainly visible. Then when Aislin turned away again and squirmed, wiggling her bum, Mail was sure she was going to lose her self control and do something forbidden to her sister. She bit her lip harder, nearly puncturing it with her teeth. She wondered how she was going to be able to live with her sister when every glimpse of her body was so arousing, and Ash disliked clothing so much.

Putting the last pan away, Aislin made one more circuit of the kitchen, checking every drawer and cabinet to be certain the contents were in the most logical place she could think of. While she wasn’t lazy, she hated needing to walk back and forth just to get a pan from the opposite side of the kitchen. She was pleased, and picked up her robe. It had gotten too much sweat in it before she took it off, so it was too damp to put back on. She used it to wipe her face and smiled at her sister, “Is it okay that I just rearranged everything without asking?”

Maolisa pulled her naked sister into her lap, enjoying Aislin’s wiggling and squirming as she fought to get away. She gave her as gentle a hug as she could without allowing her to escape. Then Mail kissed her lips, letting her own part a little, and was pleased when Ash’s parted as well, letting them share their breath.

It felt odd to be kissing her own sister that way, especially while she was struggling to break free of their embrace. When they broke the kiss, Mail noticed that Ash’s nipples were standing up invitingly. Instead of taking the invitation, she let her sister get up, slapping her bottom as she moved away. The memory of having Aislin’s sweaty, slippery body in her grasp was going to linger for a long time, Mail was sure.

Biting her lip, Aislin wondered if she should tell her sister that kissing and touching like that made her think about sex. She decided it would be a bad idea, not wanting her sister to think that she was a pervert in addition to being emotionally handicapped. That would probably be too much, and she’d get sent back to her mother. She enjoyed the kiss as long as she could tolerate before the urge to put her tongue in her sister’s mouth became too strong and she had to pull away. When Maolisa let her up and slapped her bum she blushed and nearly stopped to let her do it again, but managed to step out of reach before turning back, giggling. “You’re a brat!”

“I have to thank you for all that work. I think you deserve a hug and kiss, at the very least!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” Aislin knew that wouldn’t mind being surprised that way by her sister more often, even if it was making her feel a bit frustrated. She knew she wouldn’t forget the feel of her sister’s soft hands sliding over her sweaty body, not any time soon. “I’m going to get a shower, I’m all wet and slippery.”

Maolisa nearly volunteered to help, but was afraid that even her socially clueless sister would pick up on that as an innuendo, and she didn’t want to freak Aislin out. As she watched Ash’s cute little bum sway, she decided she needed a bath, and followed her out, then up the stairs, the sisters heading in opposite directions at the top.

Mail stripped rapidly as the tub filled, then stepped in to find that she’d gotten the balance of hot and cold just right this time. After relaxing in the soapy water for a minute, she put a hand down between her thighs and started relieving the sexual tension that spending so much time with her sister had built up.

***

Aislin stepped into the shower, allowing the cold spray to play over her chest until her nipples ached. She took the head down and adjusted the setting to massaging bursts, and adjusted the temperature to cool instead of cold, then turned the pulsating stream to point between her thighs to wash away the strain of being so near Maolisa without being able to act on her imagination.

***

The tub had cooled considerably by the time Maolisa was ready to get out, her frustration temporarily eased. Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped out onto the deck and looked out over the forest. She tried to think about how to deal with her feelings for Aislin, but she pushed the notion away, letting herself stay relaxed and enjoy the temporary calm of having fixed that urge, even if only briefly.

Thinking of Aislin brought another thought to mind, and she dropped the towel to the deck and stretched, enjoying the cool breeze. Being naked on a regular basis was new to her, but she could understand the appeal and told herself to try to do it more often.

***

The shower massage did its job well and Aislin was feeling quite relaxed as she turned the warm water up for washing. Running soapy hands over her body had its usual effect, though muted somewhat after the first relief. She idly wondered if her sister was as sensitive to touch, which led to thinking about touching her and bringing back the tensions she’d just dealt with. Ash grinned sheepishly, thinking that she needed to find something to think about besides her sister.

Once she’d had her body cleaned of sweat, Aislin stepped out of the shower and padded naked through her bedroom to her deck, then stood there, letting the cool breeze dry her body as the sun set.

***

As it got too dark to see much, Maolisa stepped back through her bathroom to her bedroom. She found a thigh-length kimono and matching silk sash. She reached for panties out of habit, then told herself to try to go by Aislin’s no-panties rule. She closed the drawer, headed out to the hallway and Aislin’s room to invite her to dinner.

When Maolisa knocked on her door, Aislin opened it in the nude, as she rarely thought to put clothes on. Mail looked at her, blushing slightly, and went straight to her closet. She found a thigh-length kimono and sash and handed them to Aislin, smiling.

Aislin sighed, “I suppose wearing clothes around the house is a rule here, too?” although she was glad for the excuse to hide her body’s reaction to Mail’s mere presence.

With the kimono on and tied, Aislin’s hard nipples weren’t so obvious, since she didn’t have breasts pushing them outward like Maolisa. At that thought, that she glanced at Mail’s chest and noticed that her sister’s nipples were poking at the fabric of her kimono and her knees wobbled a little at the thought of what they would look like.

Maolisa noticed Aislin sneak a glance at her chest and smiled inwardly. Her sister might not be completely heterosexual after all. She still didn’t think it would be a good idea to let Ash know of her incestuous thoughts. Mail had grown up with one of the most homophobic men in the world, and was scared of her own lesbian feelings, never mind letting someone else have a chance to hurt her for them.

She watched her sister pull the kimono on, then grabbed the sash and tied it for her as an excuse to get close and smell her candy breath. When she was done she leaned forward to press her lips to Ash’s, keeping hers open, and was pleased that Ash did the same, permitting Mail to inhale a lungful of that sweetest of air — Ash’s breath.

Aislin felt her knees wobble as Maolisa took air from her mouth during their kiss. She was pretty sure that mouth to mouth kissing was unusual for sisters, so open-mouthed kissing must be even less normal. Could it be that her sister felt the same way as she did? Her body trembled as she considered it, but then she reminded herself she really didn’t know what was normal or abnormal. She didn’t have friends to talk to about it, didn’t watch television or movies, and only read epic fantasy. She couldn’t take a chance that she was misreading what Mail felt about her. She let Mail pull her close and caress her back while they kissed, then stepped back, blushing lightly.

Mail felt her sister tremble as they kissed and took a chance, caressing her back and holding her snugly. When Aislin allowed it and continued the kiss, Mail started getting her hopes up again, and didn’t try to talk herself down.

Aislin’s blush after the kiss helped keep her attitude positive. Rather than push her luck, she put off making any further advances for the moment. “What would you like for dinner, sis?”

“Meat.” Aislin grinned at Maolisa’s smirk, “Okay, cow meat. Cooked would be nice, but not necessary.”

Reaching for her sister’s hand, Maolisa started for the door, her heart feeling like it skipped a beat when Aislin’s little hand clasped hers, twining their fingers together. She sighed happily, her bare feet getting a thrill when stepping from thick soft carpet onto cool hardwood. She wasn’t sure if it was the new sensations of walking around barefoot or the excitement of holding her sister’s hand that made it seem so interesting. Whatever it was, it made her notice more, and she liked it.

Taking Mail’s hand made Aislin giddy, distracting her so much that she almost didn’t notice the feel of the hardwood floor when she stepped into the hallway. She paused a split second to let her toes wiggle against the grain, then let Mail lead her down the hallway. She allowed herself to be led, mainly so she could watch Maolisa’s pretty feet as she danced down the hallway.

By keeping her mind on dragging her older sister into the kitchen, Maolisa managed to keep herself from turning Ash around and molesting her. Once she had her in the room, Mail pushed her into a chair, leaned over to kiss her again, caressing her cheek, then set about finding something to feed them.

Whenever her preparations took her near Aislin, she couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her soft white skin, or bending over to kiss her pretty pink lips. That Aislin always kissed her back or touched her hand in return gave Mail hope that Ash might be feeling the same sort of affection that Mail had for her.

Never having had a girlfriend or boyfriend, or a friend of any sort, Aislin wasn’t sure how to respond to Maolisa’s open signs of affection. She was becoming more certain that her sister’s feelings were more than sisterly, but didn’t know how to encourage her to show more without taking a huge risk. Aislin couldn’t bring herself to risk rejection, so she had to wait for Mail to make most of the moves. She did go so far as to breathe through Mail’s mouth during their kisses, which seemed to please her sister a lot.

Maolisa knew her sister couldn’t initiate any social interactions on her own. It made things difficult because she also overreacted to things that didn’t go as she wanted, so if Mail was misreading her responses, it could lead to a major disaster and damage their newly restored relationship. She knew she should be going very slow with Ash, but every time she gazed upon those little-girl features or touched those sensuous lips, it left her wanting more. As Maolisa made them a steak and potatoes dinner, she continued to push her affections on her sister, overjoyed that they were being returned.

Dinner was mostly eaten in silence. Aislin wasn’t experienced or comfortable with small talk, so unless there was something specific to be discussed she was quiet. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with the quiet; to her it was the way things always were. The only difference between this dinner and all the others in the past was the way that her sister kept looking at her between servings. It made her uncomfortable, but in a good way. Her appetite for food was quickly appeased, but she continued to pick at the meal, trying to think of a safe way to tell Mail to do what Ash hoped she wanted to.

Cleaning the kitchen together after the meal gave Maolisa many more chances to touch and caress her sister, and she took them. At first she played it safe, just touching her back or shoulder or hand. Once the job was finished, she stepped up beside Aislin and put an arm around her back, pulling her close as she started to pull away, and slid her hand over Ash’s bum, caressing it as she studied her sister’s face for a reaction.

Jumping in surprise as her sister’s arm slid round her, Aislin tried to get away to a safe distance. When Mail held her tightly and forced her to stay close, she started getting excited, and the obviously sexual caress of her bottom nearly made Ash faint. She blushed brightly, feeling the hot flush down to her chest.

As Maolisa turned to her, Aislin leaned forward and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, then licked her lips. Closing her eyes, she leaned into Maolisa and moaned softly as Mail’s warm tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands trembling, she slipped them up and around Maolisa, holding her sister in a shaky hug as she kissed her passionately.

Maolisa finally broke the kiss and stepped away from her sister, giving her space when she noticed that she was starting to breathe deeply in a way that didn’t sound like passion. “I’m sorry, sis,” she whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Blushing brightly, Aislin shook her head, “Yes, you should have,” she blurted, “I liked it, even though I got scared.”

Maolisa grinned widely, “So my big sister is a submissive, incestuous lesbian?”

“Yes. And she hopes her little sister is a dominant, incestuous lesbian.” Aislin looked down at her toes, blushing furiously.

On to Part Two!

by Foxi

{ This story was originally posted at the Loliwood site on January 2011 }

I wanted to treat myself to something unique and truly sexy for my birthday. I could have gone to Victoria’s Secret and picked up some lingerie, but I knew that I wanted something more than a shopping spree.

Then I got an idea that, if I could make it happen, would be the hottest, most exciting birthday treat imaginable. All I needed was my daughter Susie to agree.

I’d had Susie early in my ill-fated marriage… and like me, she was cute and sexy. At ten she was already turning the heads of grown men — and a few women, too.

I’d decided that the ultimate gift for my birthday would be a portfolio of studio photographs of my precious little girl, naked and posing for the camera.

Susie was utterly gorgeous. Her long black hair hung just above her tight little ass and her body, just now beginning to curve, was just boyish enough to make her androgynous in the most delicious way. She never wore a bra if she could help it, and her budding breasts were always visible through the tight t-shirts she regularly wore.

I adore nearly all types of sex, and I felt certain that my baby girl would feel the same way when she made love for the first time. I’ve always been very open with my daughter, letting her know anything about sex that she is curious about. I am bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and have enjoyed many lovers ever since my divorce. Susie knows this, of course.

I remember one day when she came up to me and asked me what it was like to go down on a woman. Lots of mothers would have passed out on the spot, but I just took her in my lap and explained how to perform cunnilingus in detail. I still remember the look of wonder and amazement on her face… and how I found myself getting turned on, wishing I had the nerve to show my little girl how incredible it is to have your pussy licked.

That’s right — I wanted to take off her school dress and the pretty panties I bought for her, part those lithe, lovely legs and pleasure my eleven-year-old daughter, kiss and lick her smooth slit until she cried out, overwhelmed by her first climax.

But once again I managed to restrain my desire, though incest with Susie has long been one of my favorite fantasies. More than any other reason, that was why I wanted sexy naked pictures of my baby girl — so I could freely indulge in the lust I felt for Susie without doing something a mother shouldn’t.

So I sat Susie down and asked her if she would do me a really big favor for my birthday. She smiled and asked, “What is it, Mommy?”

“I want you to pose naked for some pictures at my friend Julie’s studio.”

She pursed her lips. “Um… who are they for?”

I caressed her cheek. “Silly girl… why would I ask you to pose for my birthday if I was going to give the photos to someone else? They’re for me!”

I watched her eyes grow wide, a huge smile appearing on her face. Oh, she was excited, no doubt.

“Really? You want pictures of me?”

I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. “Yes, baby… I want to have a portfolio of you for my birthday. Do you think you can do that for me? Mommy would really, really like that, honey.”

“What’s a portfolio?” She asked, looking up at me as we hugged.

“A photographer takes lots of pictures of you, honey… then puts them into a book for your mommy to look at.”

“So… you want pictures of me naked, Mommy? All over?”

I tilted her face up toward mine. Her green eyes were sparkling. God, she was so fucking beautiful. “Baby, if you’re not comfortable with the idea, that’s okay. But yes… I want you all naked for me, and to have pictures of your beautiful body to keep forever and ever. That would make me so happy.” I told Susie this as I held her close, caressing her body and giving her sweet little kisses.

She eagerly nodded. “Okay, Mommy — I’ll do it. When do you want to?”

“Tonight, honey… tonight.”

***

That night I made sure my baby was clean and ready to be photographed in the nude. While Susie was getting dressed, I called my friend Julie and told her we were ready.

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to shoot your little honey. She is one fine looking girl.”

Julie ran a photography studio. She did family portraits and the like, but really loved nude photography of women and girls. The idea of doing a session with Susie really got her juices flowing. I knew it would, too. Julie is a lesbian, and she and I fuck regularly. She was kinky as hell and liked young girls quite a lot, and was totally upfront about having a crush on my daughter. In fact, Julie was the only person who knew about my own secret feelings for Susie.

When we got to the studio Julie hugged me, then Susie, doing her best to put my little girl at ease.

“Wow… what a sexy model you brought me tonight,” Julie cooed, glancing at me before studying Susie again.

Susie blushed, then laughed. I had to give Julie credit — she really knew how to put her models at ease.

We went to the rear of the studio, where Julie had set up a platform and bed with lights all around it. Several cameras were placed in position.

“Now, Susie… I want you to get undressed for me. Don’t worry. I see naked girls all the time. Some top models and a few actresses. Just remember that you’re with friends here.”

Susie blushed a bit but began to take off her clothes. She was a little shy, undressing in front of Julie and me, but soon she stood before us, completely bare.

Julie stared at my little girl, her eyes bright with desire. “Oh, my… Susie, you are utterly gorgeous.”

She seemed on the verge of setting down her camera, walking over to my daughter and kissing her like a lover. Then she shook her head as if emerging from a crazy dream. “Okay. Now, Susie, you must listen to everything I tell you. If I ask you to move a certain way, do it. Or if I ask you to sit, stand, lie back… do that. We have three rolls of film to go through, and I want to capture how lovely you are in every snapshot.”

I watched my baby nod, then Julie led her to the bed on the platform. I just sat there, feasting my eyes on Susie. She was beautiful. Her naked body was flawless. Her smooth chest was adorned with candy-colored nipples, her belly button a gorgeous cleft that seemed to invite kisses. I let my gaze slip down to Susie’s flat tummy, the rise of her pudendum, then the sweet pink crease of her slit.

“Okay, baby — lie back and open your legs a bit. That’s it, honey… just like that.”

Susie looked over at me and smiled, She was clearly nervous, but determined to give Julie what she wanted. It seemed to work, too — before two minutes had passed, my daughter was beginning to relax, even get into the idea of posing nude. Julie was looking right at her pussy, camera in hand.

“Now baby turn your head to the side and close your eyes. That’s it, (click), open your mouth a bit (click). That’s it honey, (click) beautiful.”

I watched in fascination as Julie clicked away, capturing frame after frame. My breathing was excited at watching my daughter do this very erotic thing. I stood close enough to see her excited breathing also. Her lovely breasts rise and fall quickly and her hot little pussy begin to open bit by bit from all of it. Julie knew this also.

“Now open your legs wider baby… bring them back toward your body…yes that’s it (click).”

Julie looked back at me and mouthed WOW to me as she put my daughter through the paces.

“Bring your head back, mouth open, eyes closed. Reach up and cup one of your breasts…that’s it (click).”

This went on for another fifteen minutes with Julie making her reach down and open her cunt wide so she could get a close-up shot. Then made her pull back the hood of her tiny clit and snapped several more close-ups. She made her do that shot several times, knowing full well what it was doing to Susie. My little girl was getting very turned on.

Finally, Julie stepped away from the camera. “Okay, honey, let’s take a short break while I put fresh film in.”

I went over to Susie, who was lying on the bed. She was flushed and excited.

“I think my little girl likes what she’s doing.”

Susie blushed again and nodded. Her beautiful eyes looked into mine. “I like it a lot, Mommy. Are we going to do more? I like it when she tells me to do naughty stuff.”

I laughed and Julie smiled. I suspected things are about to get a lot hotter, now that Julie knew that my little girl enjoyed posing naked. I kissed her lightly and told her “Have fun, honey.”

Her camera reloaded, Julie told Susie to get on all fours, and I gasped in excitement looking at her perfect little body. Julie went over and posed her, making sure Susie’s legs were apart enough to capture her open ass cheeks and pouting pussy lips, now distinctly wet.

Julie guided my daughter’s head down to rest on the bed, making Susie’s back arch and fully revealing her beautiful bottom. I went over to stand next to Julie as she clicked away at all angles, wanting a look at the view as she saw it.

“All right, honey… reach back and open your lovely pussy for me again. That’s it.” (click) “Now, with both hands, spread your bottom open for me. I want to see your cute little butthole.”

Susie did as she was told and splayed her ass cheeks wide for Julie. Her eyes were closed, a dreamy look on my baby girl’s face as Julie clicked frame after frame. Of course, I was paying more attention to Susie’s flawless little rump, wanting more than anything to kiss it.

My cunt was dripping wet from watching this display of pure eroticism. Julie was breathing heavily like a phone pervert as she posed my little girl for another raunchy shot. This time, she had Susie with both legs wide apart, gazing into the camera, her index finger lightly resting at the entrance to her cunt. I knew that Julie was taking this whole thing too far, damn it — but this helpless lust I felt for my daughter was much too powerful to deny.

Julie came over to me and asked if I’d like to join my daughter on the bed for a few shots. Naked, of course. I looked at her, biting my lip, knowing that it was a very dangerous thing to ask me. But I relented, knowing full well what she had in mind.

Susie laughed and clapped her hands as I joined her on the bed. Both of us were naked and I laid down by her, our bodies touching. She was so lovely, so perfect and my wet cunt was beginning to flow just being next to her.

Julie posed us so that I had my hand fully on her ass while she made as if to kiss me. My God… I just knew that I was going to masturbate myself into a frenzy when I looked at these shots later.

I couldn’t help but get more excited as I felt Susie’s silky ass under my fingers. I could feel her breath on my face as she posed with me and I knew that I was just a heartbeat away from really kissing her mouth.

Julie then posed us with Susie’s leg over my thigh, bringing our bodies even closer. Our pussies were inches apart and her small breasts pressed into mine.

Julie wanted me to hold Susie’s ass, to spread her buttocks wide open as I kissed her. I was about to protest but Susie said, “Cool!” and my willpower went out the window.

We leaned into each other and our mouths met in a heated soft kiss that made Susie moan lightly as I opened her ass wide for Julie. Over and over, the camera buzzed and clicked.

My daughter’s mouth was soft, wet and warm and we never stopped kissing even when Julie paused in her picture taking. I let my tongue slide into her hot mouth and she pressed into me. Her firm little body twisting against mine making me groan in pleasure.

Julie started to take pictures again, but gave no commands — it was now obvious that the show had already begun and her direction was no longer needed. She just worked the camera as I began to have lesbian sex with my little girl.

My finger sought and found her pussy — and I began to rub her tiny clit in circles, making her moan loudly as her legs widened, allowing me better access.

I loved touching her, but I had to taste my little girl. I moved down her body with my tongue tracing a path to her flat tummy to her pussy, which was now moist and swollen from such excitement. Her tiny clit was erect and waiting for me. I ran my tongue over it, licking Susie up and down as she cried out in ecstasy. Julie got several shots of me taking her whole pussy into my mouth as Susie came again and again.

I drank greedily from my daughter’s womb as she came again and again. Once she was sated and happy, I worked my way up Susie’s naked body, pausing to kiss her belly, then her breasts, then her willing mouth.

Julie sat back on the floor, her jeans soaked from her own pussy as she snapped several more pictures of us, a mother and daughter sharing lover’s kisses.

The End

Author Unknown

As she put on her new bathing suit the next morning, Julia tried to purge the thoughts she had been having of other women — particularly her daughter — from her mind, though without very much success. As Julia reached for a beach towel, Ellen knocked on her mother’s door.

“Mum, are you awake? It’s 7 o’clock.”

“I’m almost ready,” Julia replied. Soon she emerged dressed in her bathrobe, towel in hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Despite her concern about that strange dream, Julia felt terrific and was looking forward to a morning swim. Somehow, though, she sensed an uneasiness in Ellen as they walked down to the beach. She peered at her daughter. “Are you all right this morning, dear?”

Unable to look her mother in the eye, Ellen replied, “I’m fine, Mum… just a little hungover, that’s all.”

But the truth was that every time she looked at her mother, she was picturing her in that wonderful blue teddy… if not completely naked. Ellen shook her head to clear it, hoping that diving into the cold clear water of the sea would bring her to her senses.

As soon as they arrived at the beach, Ellen dropped her towel, took off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her daring bikini, then raced into the surf. The ocean was indeed very cold, but to her, it felt terrific. A keen swimmer, Ellen felt very much at home in the water. It had been the main reason she had moved to Barwon Heads… to be close to the sea.

As she glided through the water, the memories of last night’s fantasy seemed to fade a bit. She was already feeling more relaxed as she called out to her mother on the shore. “Come on in, Mum. The water is perfect.”

Ellen watched as her mother shrugged out of her robe… and her heartbeat began to accelerate. Julia was wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit that was so form-fitting that it looked like she was still wearing the blue teddy. Ellen felt herself growing lightheaded, overcome by Julia’s mature beauty.

There was no way she could deny the truth any longer — she was sexually excited by her mother.

Ellen stood transfixed in the surf as Julia made her way down to the water. She had never been so turned on in her life.

When Julia got to the water’s edge, she noticed that Ellen was just standing still, gazing at her as if hypnotised. A shiver ran through the older woman’s body as she once more sensed the desire emanating from her daughter.

Too, she couldn’t help but notice how very sexy Ellen looked in her barely-there bikini. Her daughter’s breasts looked positively luscious in the skimpy top she wore. Luscious, Julia thought. Now, why did that word pop into my head?

Julia could not believe this was happening. She quickly dove into the water, and the sudden shock of the cold seemed to clear her mind. She stood in the surf and shook out her wet hair, trying not to look at Ellen, hoping the moment would pass.

For ten minutes the two women swam and splashed about in the water, making little or no conversation. Finally, Ellen said softly, “We’d better get going now, Mom, or I’ll be late for work.” Silently, both women dressed and walked back to the house.

Over breakfast, Ellen hesitantly suggested that they might get a video tonight and finish off some of the leftover wine from the night before. Julia agreed, thinking a good film might help to lighten the atmosphere.

After Ellen left for work, Julia climbed in her car and went for a drive along the coast. It was a beautiful, scenic drive on the Great Ocean road. However, as much as she enjoyed the view, Julia couldn’t stop thinking about Ellen… and the fierce need she had seen in her daughter’s eyes on the beach this morning. But she remembered something else as well… the sudden excitement she herself had felt last night when her daughter had helped her with that blue teddy. Shit… she thought, what on earth is happening to us?

For the past six months, she had been depressed and alone since Mitch had left. Two days after arriving here she felt appreciated and confident. But the problem was that the only people who seemed to appreciate her were all women. And the person who seemed most attracted to her was… her own daughter! And she had to admit, to herself at least, that she was feeling desire for Ellen. How could this have happened, and how can I stop it? she thought. And do I — do I even want to?

Meanwhile, sitting in her office, Ellen was no less confused. She had long been curious about sex with another woman, but had never had the courage to try it out, nor had she met a woman that she really wanted for a lover. Now she had found a woman that she desperately wanted to make love to… the one woman in the world she could never have. She sighed.

Julia could barely concentrate as she drove home. When she arrived back at the cottage, she sat down on the sofa, furrowing her brow in thought.

This… this thing between her and Ellen… she knew that something had to be done about it. Even if her daughter didn’t want to talk, Julia was determined that she would bring this situation out into the open. She would sit Ellen down, take her hand, look her straight in the eye and tell her daughter that she knew what she had been thinking about… and that it could never happen. Ellen was her child, and she loved her with all her heart, but there could never be a physical relationship between them. It was wrong — simple as that.

As Julia sat there going over the conversation that she intended to have with her daughter, though, it began to feel like she was not just having to convince Ellen, but herself. There was no denying it — the more she thought about making love to Ellen, the more appealing it seemed. If her daughter did try something, would she have the will to resist?

By now Julia was feeling very hot and flustered, her entire body tingling in arousal. Her hand slowly stole beneath her skirt. Just the thought of Ellen in the lingerie she had worn at the party last night had Julia moist between her legs. She slipped her hand into her panties and began to tease her clitoris with the tips of her fingers. It felt incredible.

Too often in the past, Julia had denied herself pleasure. All those lonely nights when Mitch worked late, the interstate conferences and then the affair. Over the last five years of their marriage, Julia and her ex-husband had been lucky to make love once a month. It wasn’t until now that Julia had realized how desperate her need for love was. Her daughter Ellen had awakened that hunger.

She slid two fingers into her aching pussy and began pumping them in and out. As she masturbated, the idea of making love to Ellen somehow seemed like less of a bad thing. In fact, the thought of them being sexually intimate was beginning to feel almost… inviting.

She palmed her breasts with her free hand, thinking, Would it really be so wrong? We love each other more than anything… wouldn’t this just be taking our love a step further? She didn’t know… but as her lust soared higher, she found it harder to care. Maybe making love with her daughter was a sinful act, but in spite of that — or maybe because of it — the idea was too exciting for words.

“Ellen,” she whimpered, “God, I want you…”

She wanted her daughter, wanted her more than she could ever remember desiring anyone before… and if Ellen felt the same way, then to hell with convention — and to hell with the rest of the world. Oh, shit, she was coming…

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, Julia had her first orgasm in months, her body shuddering with helpless pleasure. She continued to finger herself until she slumped back on the sofa in exhaustion. Her panties were soaking wet and she was out of breath, but she felt so relieved that she almost cried. Finally, she rose shakily, walked over to the window and looked down the road, once more lost in her thoughts. I can’t believe that I am even considering this, she mused.

Julia glanced at her watch. Ellen was due home soon and she needed to calm down. She decided on a hot shower to relax. Besides, she needed to change panties anyway. Whatever happens tonight, Julia reflected while in the shower, it’s going to be an interesting evening.

Ellen got home shortly after 5:00 PM, and Julia could see straight away that her daughter was a bundle of nerves. She kept avoiding her mother’s gaze and seemed to jump every time Julia talked to her. Seeing how jittery she was, Julia offered to make dinner as long as Ellen poured them both glasses of wine. Thankfully, the wine seemed to have a calming effect on the young woman.

They had a very pleasant dinner together. The tension that had been lurking in the air began to slowly melt away as they dined, sharing another glass of wine.

Ellen couldn’t help but marvel at her mother. On her way home, she had tried to envision all the different scenarios that might unfold between her mother and herself. She had feared that things were going to be awkward for the two of them that evening, much as she had felt on the beach with her mother that very morning. But instead, by simply being herself, Julia had managed to lighten the atmosphere.

Ellen decided that she really had to forget this obsession about her mother. It wouldn’t be easy, but she couldn’t risk spoiling their relationship. She sighed, her heart heavy. Oh, well, it was a crazy fantasy anyhow, she thought.

After dinner, while they were washing dishes, Ellen started making suggestions about watching a video that night. She’s not going to talk about this, Julia realized. What should I do, let it go or — should I…?

Suddenly Julia decided she had to act.

As Ellen put the last plate away, she said, “Why don’t you go relax in the lounge, honey… I’ll make us each a drink.”

“What about that movie?” queried Ellen.

“Well, that can wait… I want to talk to you about something,” Julia answered.

At this response, Ellen went slightly pale. She managed to murmur, “Okay,” before she went into the lounge.

Once she was alone, Julia took a couple of deep breaths. Oh well… here goes nothing, she thought to herself.

Ellen sat on her lounge suite, feeling uneasy. She tried to think of what on earth she could say if Julia had figured out her secret… how could she defend these incestuous cravings she felt for her own mother? She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her mother enter the lounge. Then, suddenly, she heard Julia clear her throat.

She looked up… and her mouth fell open. There, standing in front of her, was her mother Julia — dressed once more in that sexy blue teddy.

Julia could see a mix of excitement and disbelief on her daughter’s face. She smiled gently, looking into Ellen’s eyes as if to say Yes, darling… this really is happening.

For what seemed like an eternity they both remained still… Ellen sitting on the couch, Julia standing in front of her. Finally, Ellen managed to find her voice. “Mum, wow, does this mean…I mean, do you feel the same way… oh my God… wow,” she whispered.

Julia took Ellen’s hand in her own and gently drew her to her feet, then into her arms. As they embraced, Julia noticed a single tear rolling down her daughter’s pale cheek. Julia brought her daughter’s face to hers… and their lips met in a soft kiss.

The kiss was gentle at first, their mouths brushing lightly together — but the newly awakened passion of mother and daughter was far too potent to be restrained for long. Julia’s lips parted, and suddenly the two women were kissing passionately… like lovers.

As their tongues slowly entwined around each other, they both felt a flood of desire to overcome them. It was as if the wall that held their mutual lust in check had finally collapsed, and they were free to become one.

Although she knew that what they were doing was wrong, Julia could not help herself. She had never been so aroused in her life. As she continued to French kiss Ellen, her hands began to explore the curves and planes of her beautiful daughter’s body. She began to fumble at the buttons of Ellen’s blouse, finally ripping the last button off the shirt, so intense was her desire to see more of her child.

Ellen was purring with pleasure, her feelings of shame forgotten, filled with nothing but love and desire for her mother. She returned Julia’s kisses with a fierce hunger for more while her hands caressed the shapely body under the smooth lacy fabric of the blue teddy.

Having removed Ellen’s blouse, Julia wasted no time in unfastening the buttons on her daughter’s skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She stood back to admire the lovely young woman before her, now clad only in her bra and panties. “Oh, Ellen, darling, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed. “I know that this is wrong, but I can’t help myself. I need you so very much.”

“Mum,” Ellen replied, “I want this as much as you do. I don’t care whether it’s right or wrong, I just need you to love me.”

“I will, darling,” cooed Julia. With that, she took her daughter by the hand to her bedroom.

As they embraced and kissed again, both women felt a wonderful sense of freedom come over them. They had been desperate to find love and passion in their lives… and now they had found it in each other’s arms.

Ellen slowly peeled off the blue teddy, revealing her mother’s ample and still firm breasts. Julia felt her nipples throb as Ellen dipped her head and took the pink tip into her warm mouth. “Oooh, my angel,” Julia gasped as Ellen began to suck on her nipple. “That feels so nice…”

Ellen teased Julia’s nipple with her teeth, almost bringing her mother to a climax right then. After a while, Ellen started to lick and suck at the other breast, enjoying the sensation of having her mother’s nipple in her mouth… nearly as much as Julia enjoyed having it sucked.

Finally, Ellen raised her face to Julia’s and kissed her hotly, then gently pushed her mother back on to the bed. “Just lie back, Mum… I’m only getting started,” she murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.

Once her mother was in position, Ellen pulled the teddy down from Julia’s waist, leaving her completely naked. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “you’re so beautiful.” Gently parting Julia’s thighs, She felt her mother’s sex. “My god, Mum!” she cried, “you’re soaking wet.”

“I know, darling,” Julia replied. “I’m all wet for you… I have never been so aroused in my life.”

Ellen barely heard her mother’s reply… she was transfixed at the sight of her glistening pussy. Slowly she lowered her head between Julia’s legs. She inhaled deeply, savoring the strong musky scent. And then, for the first time, she tasted her mother, her tongue emerging to lick at her labia. “Ohhh,” groaned Julia, “this is so wonderful, sweetheart… please don’t stop.”

Ellen had no intention of stopping… she was drunk on the wetness, the scent, the taste of her mother’s beautiful cunt. She pressed her face deeper into the glistening pink flesh, her tongue probing deep inside her new lover.

Julia was trembling helplessly as her pleasure spiraled ever higher. And when Ellen began to suck at her clit, she exploded into an orgasm it seemed might never end, crying wordlessly as shocks of purest ecstasy tore through her body. But Ellen continued to eat Julia’s pussy, so eager was she to make her mother happy. Finally, the older woman placed a shaking hand upon her daughter’s shoulder. “That’s… that’s enough, honey,” she gasped.

Flushed, breathing heavily, Julia lay back and stared up at the ceiling… her child lying next to her, dressed only in bra and panties, her smiling face propped up on an elbow. “Jesus,” she gasped, “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.”

Ellen licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You taste wonderful, Mum,” she sighed happily.

“Do I?” Julia replied with a smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Wanna taste yourself?” said Ellen, lowering her face to Julia’s… and the two new lovers kissed passionately again. Julia could indeed taste her own cunt on Ellen’s mouth and just the thought of such a forbidden act almost brought her to a climax again. My God, she thought, I am a million miles away from the person I was just two days ago — and I love it. Breaking their embrace, Julia sat up. “Now, Ellen, my darling daughter… it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

“Oh, yes, please, Mummy,” Ellen replied, sounding more like a little girl than the young woman she was.

Julia moved forward to kiss Ellen again, at the same time reaching around her daughter’s back to unclasp her bra. “My, but you’re getting to be such a big girl,” she exclaimed as she exposed the young woman’s breasts. “You’re really growing up, angel.”

Both women were really enjoying this baby talk. It added to the wickedness of what they were doing.

“I wish mine could be as big as yours, Mummy,” said Ellen, holding her mother close… so close that their nipples were touching.

“Ooooh,” sighed Julia, “oh, honey, that feels lovely.” Ellen couldn’t agree more… and the two women continued rubbing their breasts together, mother and daughter both moaning in ecstasy.

Eventually, Ellen pulled away and begged Julia. “Please Mum, kiss my breasts… they’re aching for you.”

Julia didn’t need to be asked twice and slowly dipped her mouth down to Ellen’s chest. Taking one nipple in her mouth, Julia slowly moved her tongue around the pink tip, driving Ellen wild with delight.

“Oooohhhh… that feels wonderful, Mum. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Ellen asked, cradling her mother’s head to her.

“No, I must be a quick learner,” smiled Julia, loving the feel of her child’s soft skin against her face.

Ellen was unable to keep still as her mother continued to lick at her breasts, so powerful was the pleasure that she felt. Eventually, however, Julia began kissing her way down Ellen’s body until she reached her panties. Even as she began to remove them, Julia could see they were soaking wet.

As Julia gazed down upon the fleshy wonder of Ellen’s pussy, she caught sight of herself and her daughter in the full-length mirror on the nearby wardrobe. She had never tasted a woman in her life, and here she was… about to go down on her own daughter. The reflection of their nude bodies in the mirror should have shocked Julia, but instead she thought it was the sexiest, most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her heart swelling with love, she turned her attention once more to her child’s moist, fragrant sex.

Taking a deep breath, Julia lightly licked at her daughter’s clitoris. Ellen moaned in ecstasy. “Oh, yes, Mum, that’s beautiful. Oh, yes.”

Julia had never tasted anything so wonderful in her life. Ellen’s juices were really flowing and Julia knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She pressed her face into her daughter’s pubes, feasting on the moist flesh there. Within seconds the young woman’s body began to shake helplessly. Ellen’s hands gripped the sheets as she began to come.

“Ooohhh YEEESSS!” she cried. “Oh, GOD, yes! Eat my p-pussy, Mum…”

Julia drank deep from her daughter as if she was quenching the driest of thirsts, licking and sucking Ellen’s wet pussy until she sensed that the girl could take no more. Her oral attentions grew gentler, more soothing… finally placing a soft kiss on her daughter’s glistening labia before crawling up to lie next to her new lover.

Ellen laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, exhausted, flushed… but happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Her mother lay down beside her, nuzzling her cheek.

“Now you can find out how you taste, darling,” Julia said as she moved to kiss her daughter on the lips again.

Ellen tasted her own cunt on her mother’s lips. How decadent, how forbidden, how wrong… how utterly divine. The two lovers embraced, and then just lay there gazing contentedly into each other’s eyes. Julia, Ellen, Mother, Daughter — now lovers. After a while, they made love again until finally, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning Ellen woke to find herself alone. She dragged herself out of bed and padded naked out to the kitchen. “Mum,” she called out, “where are you?”

When there was no reply she began to worry… but then she spied a note on the kitchen table. Ellen picked it up and read Ellen, I didn’t want to wake you, I have gone for a long walk and maybe a swim, will see you tonight after work. Love, Mum.

Ellen put the note down in a state of mild disbelief. They had just spent the night making the most beautiful — and forbidden — love together… and her mother hadn’t even waited around to talk about it.

Ellen was suddenly very frightened. What if her mother was already regretting what had happened between them? Tears began to form in her eyes and the delights of last night seemed to be forgotten as the fear of losing her mum’s sex overwhelmed her. After the intimacy they had shared, Ellen knew that she would never be happy without Julia as her lover.

Realizing she had to pull herself together, Ellen glanced at the clock on her microwave. The luminous readout said 8:36 a.m. That seemed to jolt her into action, as she was late for work. With no time to think, Ellen dashed off to get ready.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate on any of her work that day, her mind returning again and again to the night of passion she had spent with Julia. It had been the most wonderful, erotic, love-filled night of her life, but could it have been too much for her mother?

She called home, but there was no answer. Where is she? thought Ellen. And how does she feel now about what we did together?

Finally, Ellen could take it no longer. Shortly after 1:00 p.m., she told her boss that she wasn’t feeling very well and that she was going home to bed.

She hurried home as quickly as she could, hoping that her mother would be there. She didn’t know what she would say to her, but she just had to know how her mother felt about their lovemaking. In her heart, she knew what they had done was not wrong. How could it be, when it felt so right? She just prayed that Julia felt the same way.

Her heart was racing as she pulled into the driveway as she arrived home. Julia’s car was out front. Mum’s here, she thought. Thank God. She parked her own car and quickly entered the house

“Mum… are you here?” called Ellen hesitantly.

“I’m in the bathroom,” replied her mother, “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Ellen stood by the bathroom door. “Mum… we really need to talk,” she said in a small voice.

“Really?” asked Julia. “Is that why you’re home from work early?”

“Yes, Mum… I just couldn’t concentrate on anything, um, after last night… and then when you were gone this morning, well… I was worried that you were upset.”

Her mother’s voice came through the closed door. “Ellen, the only thing that I am upset about is you getting home so early. I didn’t have time to get ready.”

Ready? thought Ellen, ready for what? Oh my God, is she about to leave for home? And with that, she opened the bathroom door.

“Ellen!” said Julia, slightly startled, “you could at least knock. It’s the polite thing to do, you know.”

Ellen was too stunned to reply. There before her was her mother applying makeup on her face. She was also sporting a new hairdo and was wearing her emerald necklace… and not one stitch of clothing.

Julia smiled lovingly at her daughter. “I wanted to look my sexiest for you when you got home… lover.”

Ellen knelt before her beautiful mother, took her in her arms and kissed her mouth passionately. Her heart rejoiced… everything was going to be fine.

A month later, Julia sold her house, moving in with her daughter. Three years later, Ellen and Julia still live together as secret lovers.

The End

by Ebo

“’The Curious Holiday’,” Dana said, reading the title of the story Penny had sent her out loud. It was an odd title and didn’t give much of a hint about the story’s plot. Shrugging, she scrolled up and re-read the email her step-mother had sent her:

Hopefully, you will read this before clicking on the image files below. If so, please, please, PLEASE read the story first. The pics will mean so much more to you if you do.

Dana had to fight the urge to open the pictures. She had sent Penny some naked photos, saying if Penny wanted anymore, she had to send Dana some first. A tit for tat, so to speak. Dana suspected that those image files were Penny’s tat, and the thought of seeing her stepmother naked was hard to resist.

I hope it’s worth the wait, Dana thought, clicking on the story instead. While the anti-virus program scanned the document, she wondered what the story was about. Which holiday was curious?

No viruses were found, and the document was successfully saved to her laptop. She double-clicked on the file, opening it. As her word processing program loaded, she got off her bed and poked her head out into the hallway. All the lights were out, and the house was quiet except for the hiss of the heating. Grinning, she closed the door quietly, then went to her hiding spot to liberate her new vibrator. It had been a gift from Penny, and her new best friend.

She crawled onto the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. She pulled the laptop next to her, so she could read it and keep her lap free for… other activities. Grinning, she hooked her thumbs in her panties, shimmying them down her long legs and off. She tossed them on the bed beside her, picking up the vibrator. Turning the black knob on the bottom, she switched it to the lowest setting.

Dana shivered as the buzzing sex toy touched her sensitive bud. Sighing, she turned her attention to the story Penny had sent her…

Columbus Day is a curious holiday. Most adults barely acknowledge it, unless they are among the lucky few who have the day off or are in the market for new furniture or car. Kids, on the other hand, look upon the holiday with a smile because it means no school.

I’m neither a child nor in the market for a new car, but I’m looking forward to Columbus Day just the same. See, I have plans for that day. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it, a naughty shiver working up my spine.

I’ll get up early and make pancakes for my husband and stepdaughter, I think. It seems the perfect way to start the day. Then, when he goes off to work, I’ll slip upstairs and change into the outfit I bought just for the occasion. I had to hide it, lest my husband thinks I had bought it for him. Maybe I’ll let him see me in it eventually, but I purchased it for someone else.

I’d never been to this particular store before, or another like it. As I browsed its selection, I was blushing the whole time. I’m not a prude, but some of the things on the shelves were further down the rabbit hole than I’d traveled thus far.

Still, I managed to find just the thing to wear on Columbus Day. Halloween has its costumes, and Easter has its cute dresses, Christmas its sweaters and Santa hats. I think I’ll start a new tradition this year, one for the curious holiday celebrating the day Columbus accidentally discovered America.

Like I said, I didn’t buy the outfit for my husband, although I’m sure he would have liked me to. No, I made this little purchase for someone else. I hope she likes it, the girl I bought it for. Maybe when she sees me in my Columbus Day outfit, she can help me with how the rest of this story goes…

Dana,

I hope this story has piqued your interest, and I hope the photos give you a hint about what I have planned for Columbus day.

Love, Penny

Dana’s heart was racing as she read the personal note at the end of the incomplete story. She pulled the vibrator away from her sex, twisting it off. Her hands were shaking a bit as she closed out the story, then opened the email again. She clicked on the first picture, waited impatiently for the antivirus program to scan it before she could open it.

It was a picture of a shopping bag and on its side was the silhouette of a woman holding a rose, with the name of the store in fancy calligraphy across the top: Rose’s Intimates Boutique.

Dana’s heartbeat even faster because she was somewhat familiar with the shop. It was on the way to the mall, in a little shopping center. They always had manikins out front, dressed in something lacy and skimpy. Had Penny bought something there to wear for her on Columbus Day? Was Penny planning on making good use of Dana’s day off from school? That’s what the story and picture seemed to suggest.

She looked at the other image file in the email, wondering what it was. She was torn between wanting it to be a picture of Penny in whatever sexy little outfit she had bought at Rose’s, and hoping her stepmother kept it a secret. The anticipation and the fantasizing would only make it more thrilling when Columbus Day finally came around.

Clicking on it, she held her breath as she waited for the big reveal. She laughed when the picture turned out to be an October calendar with Columbus Day circled with a smiley face. Looking at that smiley face, Dana knew that her stepmother was as excited about the coming three-day weekend as Dana was.

Sexual tension had been building up between them ever since they spent that weekend together. It didn’t help that they’d continued their playful back and forth, sending each other erotic stories and flirting by email. Not just by email, either. They would steal glances and make little innuendos when Dana’s father wasn’t paying attention. It was a dangerous game, one they couldn’t help but play.

Too excited to get to sleep, Dana re-read the beginning of Penny’s new story. It was little more than a tease, and left her wanting more. Much more. She thought about reading some of Penny’s older stories, but she’d read them all so many times that she knew them by heart. Pulling the laptop onto her thighs, she put her fingers on the keys and hesitated. She wanted to look for something, had a need but didn’t know what it was. Finally, she typed in ‘Rose’s Intimates Boutique’ into Google.

The store didn’t seem to have a website, leaving Dana a little frustrated. She’d hoped to browse their wares, to see what possibilities there were for the contents of the shopping bag in the picture. Refusing to give up, she typed ‘lingerie websites’, then laughed when she saw all the porn sites catering to people who like women in skimpy, lacy or kinky clothing. The temptation to look at one of these sites was hard to resist. Maybe she’d come back to them after finding what she was looking for.

She found a site that appeared to be selling lingerie and clicked on the link. As it opened, she saw many different styles of unmentionables. Scrolling through their catalog, Dana saw lots of sexy options for the outfit Penny had bought to wear for her. The more she looked, the more excited about the coming holiday she became. Columbus Day couldn’t get there fast enough.

Her heart was racing, and there was a pleasant warmth between her thighs by the time she left the retailer site. If, come Columbus Day, Dana saw Penny in any of those outfits she had just browsed through, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off the woman.

Wide awake and horny, Dana returned to search results for ‘lingerie websites’ and clicked on one of the ones not selling lingerie. Her eyes widened at all the possibilities. She used the search bar to find a video in her particular genre of kink, typing ‘old and young lesbians’ and hitting enter.

One video caught her eye and she read the title out loud, “Stepmom Helps Her Stepdaughter Buy Lingerie.”

Intrigued, she started the video. It started with a pretty teen shyly asking her stepmother what she should buy for her boyfriend’s birthday. She pretended to be embarrassed when the older woman suggested some sexy lingerie. Her stepmother talked her into it and offered to help her pick something out. The scene cut out, then they were in a changing room, trying on different outfits.

Before the scene really took off, Dana glanced away from the screen and found her vibrator. Her eyes returning to the screen, she turned the black knob that brought the sex toy buzzing to life in her hand. She shivered when the cool plastic touched her hot skin, then moaned as the vibrations worked through her body.

Dana watched as the stepmother began seducing her stepdaughter, a lingering touch here and a coy smile there. The teen seemed confused by the sudden attention, blushing as the woman grew bolder. She protested weakly, saying she had a boyfriend. Her stepmother smiled at that, her hand slipping between the teen’s thighs, pinning the girl against the back wall of the changing booth. That smile got Dana’s heart racing, and the look on the girl’s face as she gave in to her stepmother’s advances had her so excited that she had to pull the vibrator away for a moment, or she’d be done in a hurry.

As the stepmother began to undress, Dana sat up straighter. Her eyes were intent on the screen as she watched the woman unbutton her shirt, then slip out of it. Next came her bra and Dana bit her lip excitedly at her full breasts, their nipples jutting skyward. The stepmother ran the zipper down on her hip, wriggling out of her skirt. She leaned against the wall, letting her stepdaughter finish what she had started. The teen sank to her knees before the woman and tugged her panties down her long legs and off.

The woman was shapely, had a figure enough like Penny’s to get Dana’s blood boiling. Dana pressed the vibrator against her clit as the stepdaughter pressed her mouth to the woman’s sex. The girl may have had a boyfriend, but she was no stranger to eating pussy, it would seem. Dana laughed, thinking it damaged the credibility of the teen’s character, took away from the realism of the video.

It was hot to watch, though. The girl had the older woman moaning and her hips gyrating. The stepmother wasn’t the only person the teen had all hot and bothered. The steamy scene and the lovely buzzing of her vibrator had Dana writhing in pleasure, too.

On the screen, the older woman’s body started gathering tension for an orgasm. Dana watched her face screw up in ecstasy, fingers tightening in her stepdaughter’s hair as she held the girl’s face to her thrashing sex. Even with the volume turned way down, the sounds of the woman’s enjoyment could be heard over the buzzing of Dana’s vibrator.

Watching this intensely erotic, frantic push for release by the stepmother, Dana felt her own orgasm stir to life. She was chewing on her lip, trying to keep her own cries in check, hips undulating against the vibrating shaft of her toy. Her eyes never left the screen, and she tried to come with the stepmother, pushed her body right to the edge of bliss and waited for the woman to climax. Dana saw the stepmother lose control of her body as she came, nearly knocking the teen over as she shook violently. Letting go, Dana came with her, her own body going crazy.

As she floated down, feeling light as a feather on a summer breeze, Dana started to turn the video off, figuring it was over, but she hesitated when she saw the naked woman rummaging through her purse. Intrigued, Dana let the video play, realizing when she glanced at the counter at the bottom of the video that it was only half over.

The stepmother pulled a curious-looking thing out of her purse, what appeared to be an L-shaped dildo. Dana had never seen anything like it before. Sitting up straight, she watched with interest as the older woman slipped the shorter, fatter end into her pussy, moaning as it eased in deep. Dana’s eyes widened as she suddenly understood what it was — some sort of strapless strap-on.

Onscreen, the teen looked at the dildo nervously, somehow managing to look sweet and innocent even after what she’d just done. In stockings, matching bra and panties, and a garter belt, she was a contradiction, shy and sexy, innocent and sensual. Her uncertainty was so erotic, so real that Dana moved her mouse away from the red X at the top of the screen. She watched, fascinated, as the rest of the scene played out.

The stepmother pressed the girl against the wall like before, and the teen relented. Watching her surrender to the older woman brought Dana’s waning desire back to life, and she pressed the vibrator against her bud, again. Not quite recovered from the first orgasm, the buzzing toy had her hips moving almost instantly. She put a knuckle between her teeth and bit down in a vain attempt at keeping quiet.

On the screen, the teen’s eyes widened as the dildo slipped inside her. She bit her lip uncertainly, looking at her stepmother. The woman smiled reassuringly at the girl, stroking her hair lovingly as she began to move her hips, thrusting the strap-on in and out of her stepdaughter. The girl’s reluctance evaporated as her body came alive and she became eager for the strap-on, pushing her hips into her stepmother’s thrusts.

Dana was so turned on by the lovers on the screen that a second orgasm crept up, had its way with her. She shook with it, biting her knuckle hard enough to break the skin. Even when she pulled the toy away from her sensitive clit, her hips kept moving, as if the ghost of the vibrator was still torturing her young body.

Dazed from having come twice so quickly, Dana watched the duo have sex in the changing room at a lingerie shop. Her eyes fixed on the dildo as it moved in and out of the teen and she wondered how that felt. Must feel pretty amazing, judging by the look on the teen’s face and the sounds that were coming from the computer’s tiny speakers. She imagined letting Penny do that, use a strap-on on her. She could see Penny lying on top of her, could see the flex of her stepmother’s hips with each thrust, but she didn’t know what it would feel like to have a dildo inside her, so the little fantasy wasn’t complete.

She gently pressed the toy against the opening of her vagina, shivering as the vibrations found her still sensitive nerve endings. Her heart started racing as she thought about just putting a little pressure on the toy. It wouldn’t take much, then the vibrator would be inside her. She’d know what the teen felt as her stepmother thrust the dildo into her again and again.

Hesitantly, she put a little more pressure on the toy, waiting for the pain to come. When it didn’t, she frowned and pushed a little harder. She gasped as the vibrator slipped inside, her body stretching to accept it. She cringed, but the pain still didn’t come. Her eyes wide, she propped up on her elbows to look at the toy buried inside her, visible in the backsplash of light from the laptop.

Biting her lip nervously, Dana realized that she had just taken her own virginity. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. There should have been pain, something to tell her to stop, but there hadn’t been. The vibrator had been inside her before she had time to react.

Dana wondered about that, but it was getting hard to think. The buzzing vibrator was setting the nerve endings deep inside of her to singing, and her hips began to move. Tenderly, she pushed the toy deeper, then pulled it back out. Shivers of pleasure worked through her young body, and she gasped. Still no pain, only intense pleasure.

She didn’t understand its absence, but she didn’t miss the pain and wasn’t upset that it hadn’t hurt. She’d figure out why later, but, right now, Dana was going to enjoy the lovely sensation. This time, when she closed her eyes and fantasized about letting Penny do this to her, she knew what it would feel like. More real to her than it had been before, the fantasy was thrilling.

Just thinking about Penny thrusting into her the way the stepmother was doing the teen on the video brought on another orgasm. She cried out and arched her back as her vagina fluttered around the buzzing shaft of the toy. In her inexperience, she forgot to withdraw the vibrator, and cried out a second time as her body exploded with pleasure all over again.

Easing the toy out, she looked at her bedroom door. Those two cries of ecstasy had gotten away from her, and her heart was racing as she waited to see if anyone was going to investigate. A couple of breathless minutes passed and she finally relaxed a bit.

“Too close,” Dana said, laughing nervously. Her heart was still racing, hands shaking. She jumped when the vibrator rolled and brushed against her leg. Adrenalin flooded her bloodstream, and she was shaking all over. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to relax. Eventually, her heart rate came back down.

Looking back at the computer, Dana saw that the scene was wrapping up, the stepmother and daughter at the sales counter. The older woman laid two separate outfits on the counter. Intrigued, Dana turned the volume up as much as she dared.

“She’ll take these two,” the stepmother said, smiling at the lovely woman behind the counter.

“Why am I getting both of these?” The teen asked, looking at the lingerie.

“The one is for your boyfriend,” her stepmother said, smiling playfully as she picked up the black bustier, “and this you’ll wear for me next time.”

Dana grinned, loving how the scene ended. The playful smile and the stepmother’s certainty of a repeat performance were awfully exciting. The scene left her wanting more of the two lovers, and she typed in a search to see if there were more featuring them. She was a little disappointed when there wasn’t. She downloaded the video, adding it to her collection. She started to close out her web browser, then hesitated. Penny needs to see this video, she thought.

Grinning, she copied the contents of her address bar and opened a blank email. She pasted the address in the body of the email, then typed: Had to share this video. It’s a good one. Maybe next Columbus Day you can take me shopping for a Columbus Day ‘outfit’, too.

Hitting SEND, she glanced at clock in the bottom of the screen, cringing when she saw what time it was. She should have been asleep hours ago. The problem was, she was wide awake still. Accidentally taking her own virginity and almost getting caught, the promise of Penny wearing something sexy and her finally getting some alone time with the woman had her all jazzed up.

***

Dana grumbled, feeling blindly for her alarm clock. She finally had to open her eyes to find the snooze button. It felt like she’d just closed her eyes when the alarm started bleating at her again, but eight minutes had passed. Groaning, she turned off her alarm.

“I need to start going to bed earlier,” she mumbled, throwing off her covers.

As she sat up, she realized something was very wrong. She winced at the tightness in her lower back and thighs. It dawned on her that she might have overdone it last night. Too wide awake to get to sleep, she had used her vibrator again, and she was feeling it now.

Moving very gingerly, she stood up and stretched. She groaned as her muscles complained. Gathering what she needed for a shower, she headed to the bathroom. As she moved around, she felt her body loosening up. It was a good sign, and she hoped a shower would get her to at least seventy-five percent. She’d gotten carried away last night, and figured a hundred percent was out of the question, but she had her fingers crossed for seventy-five.

She got the water going in the shower stall, then opened the medicine cabinet. She saw a bottle of Aleve on one of the shelves, and she knew from their commercial it was all day strong, which was exactly what she needed. She washed two down with a mouthful of water, then undressed. Naked, she slipped into the shower, sighing as the hot water caressed her tired body.

She felt almost human again by the time she cranked off the taps and reached for her towel. Still not a hundred percent better, but a solid eighty-five. She could work with eighty-five, she decided as she toweled off.

Thinking about last night, she grabbed a hand mirror and sat on the toilet lid. Carefully spreading her labia, she looked at her vagina. Her hymen was definitely broken, but she didn’t see any sign that it had been broken last night. Frowning, she wondered about that. Before last night, she’d never put anything inside of herself, not even a finger or a tampon.

She vaguely remembered that her health teacher had told them the hymen could be broken during strenuous exercise or even while riding a bike or a horse. She wasn’t much of an athlete, didn’t ride her bike much anymore and had never been on a horse. Still, she allowed herself to relax.

I guess I’m not a virgin in any sense of the word, anymore, Dana thought, still looking at herself in the mirror.

That thought got her thinking about Penny, and she wondered if the woman had seen the video she sent her yet. Then she wondered yet again what sort of sexy lingerie Penny had bought to wear for her. Grinning, she wondered if she should tell Penny about her hymen being broken, or let it be a surprise for Columbus Day. The grin widened mischievously, and she decided to wait. The look on the woman’s face would be priceless when Dana took her stepmother’s hand and slipped a couple of Penny’s fingers inside her.

Suddenly feeling a whole lot better about the day, Dana wrapped the towel around herself and headed back to the bedroom. She dropped the towel in front of her dresser, then slipped into panties and a bra. Standing in front of her closet, she rifled through her clothes to find something to wear to school. She decided on a pair of jeans and sweater.

When she turned around, she noticed something on the bed. Frowning, she walked over to it and saw it was a package neatly wrapped in festive paper. A piece of folded paper was tented atop the gift, and she set her clothes aside to pick it up. She recognized her stepmother’s handwriting:

DO NOT OPEN THIS UNTIL COLUMBUS DAY!!

I saw your email, and it gave me an idea. I have an Amazon Prime account. My login information is below. Why don’t you pick out your own Columbus Day outfit? I think you should be able to find something that will fit you. We can exchange ‘gifts’ Monday. Love, Penny

Dana grinned at the note, then at the present laying on her bed. She had to fight the urge to open it, to see what scandalous outfit Penny had bought. It took all of her willpower to pick up the gift-wrapped box and take it to her dresser. She hid it under all of her unmentionables, making sure it was completely covered. As an afterthought, she hid the paper with Penny’s login information in her underwear drawer, as well.

She got dressed in a hurry and went downstairs to find the woman. She found her in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. Penny’s back was to her, so she didn’t know Dana was there. Grinning, Dana looked around, but her father was nowhere to be seen. On padded feet, she crept up behind her stepmother, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck.

“You are so mean… you know that, right?” she said.

“How so?” Penny asked, amused.

“Giving me a gift I can’t open,” Dana said.

“A little anticipation is half the fun,” Penny said, laughing.

“You keep telling me that,” Dana said, kissing Penny’s neck just behind her ear. She heard the woman inhale sharply, and thought she might have gone too far. Then Penny turned slightly in her chair and pulled Dana onto her lap.

Smiling at her, Penny said, “Someday you’ll believe me.”

“Dad go into work early?” Dana asked, looking around.

“No,” Penny said, her smile widening, “he should be down at any moment.”

“Playing this a little too close, aren’t you?” Dana asked, glancing towards the stairs.

Penny put her hand on Dana’s chin, turned her back towards her and her lips met Dana’s. Her eyes wide, Dana kissed her back, her heart racing as Penny’s tongue caressed her own. It deepened in a hurry, Dana’s mostly frustrated desire welling up. If her father happened upon them like this, there would be no mistaking it as a sweet kiss between stepmother and daughter.

Dana finally had to pull back before she went too far to stop, got off Penny’s lap. Her legs were a little shaky with adrenaline as she sat down adjacent to her stepmother. She looked at Penny, saw the woman was as flustered as she was.

Smiling at her, Penny said, “That got out of control in a hurry.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, her heart still knocking around her rib cage.

Penny looked at her a long moment, then sighed and looked down at her hands, “You aren’t the only one frustrated by our current situation. I — I need Columbus Day as much as you do.”

Smiling at her, Dana said, “Dad needs to hurry up and get a new account.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Penny said, laughing and shaking her head, “God, we are horrible.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed.

Laughing and shaking her head sadly, Penny said, “I’m glad he’s around and putting in the effort to be a better husband — or father, in your case. It’s just… that weekend we spent together… It was wrong, wrong in so many ways, but it had felt… I don’t know. It left me with an itch I can’t scratch.”

“Dad still not hitting it out of the park?” Dana asked, grinning.

“You probably don’t want to hear the answer to that question,” Penny said, laughing when Dana made a face. “Let’s just say that isn’t the problem, anymore It’s just, sometimes, I… how do I say this?”

“You want to eat a taco instead of a burrito?” Dana asked, laughing at Penny’s surprise. It wasn’t every day she could make a grown woman blush, but that line had caught her stepmother off guard.

“Dana,” Penny admonished, reverting to ‘mom’ mode. She gave Dana a disapproving look, or tried to. She couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face, and finally, she had to laugh. Shaking her head, she said, “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Dana saw her father coming, gave Penny a little signal to end the conversation. The woman gave her a slight nod that she understood, even though she couldn’t see him coming down the stairs.

He came into the kitchen, looking from his wife to his daughter, then went to the coffee maker to fill up his travel mug. Screwing the lid on, he turned around and asked, “What were you two talking so animatedly about? Anything good?”

“Mexican food,” Dana said, grinning when Penny almost choked on her coffee.

“You okay, dear?” He asked, his eyes wide. He came to the table, rubbing Penny’s back as she coughed.

“Went down the wrong pipe,” Penny wheezed, holding up a hand, “I’m okay.”

“Mexican food, huh?” He asked, sipping his own coffee, “is that what we want for dinner?”

Looking at Penny and smiling, Dana said, “I could eat a taco.”

***

Dana was pretty sure everyone else was asleep, so she pulled her laptop out of hiding and sat down on her bed to find something to wear for Columbus Day. She was excited and more than a little nervous. Tonight would be a night of many firsts for her. First time shopping online, for one. First time buying lingerie that wasn’t made by Fruit of the Loom, another. The thought of looking for something sheer and sexy to wear for Penny made her grin.

She opened her web browser, navigating to amazon.com. She’d never been on the site, but noticed a search bar. Clicking in the field, she typed: lingerie

Scrolling through the first page, she saw many sexy options. A couple of times she caught herself looking at the model and not the lingerie. Grinning, she had to force herself to focus. It wasn’t easy, because there were a lot of beautiful women wearing almost nothing on her screen.

When she made it to the bottom of the page, her eyes widened in shock when she saw there were four hundred pages of results for ‘lingerie’. Laughing, she said, “Jesus! That’s a lot.”

She did a quick count and found there were forty-eight items on each page, times four hundred pages. Doing the math, she started laughing even harder. Nineteen-thousand and two hundred options. She had intended to be thorough, make sure she found just the right lingerie for Columbus Day but there was no way she could scan through all of it in one night. Even if she could look at a page a minute, not taking time to look at anything closer, it would still take more than six and a half hours to get through them all.

As she clicked through the first couple of pages, she noticed that she was drawn to a particular type of lingerie more than the others. While she thought the negligee and baby dolls were cute and the teddies were kind of hot, it was the bustiers that caught her attention.

Clicking in the search bar, Dana refined her search, typing ‘bustier sets’. As she scrolled to the bottom of the page, she saw she had cut the number of pages down to a hundred and seventy-eight. Shaking her head, she thought sarcastically, Much more manageable.

Still, as she scanned the images on the screen, she knew this was where she needed to be. She made up her mind, deciding to buy a bustier to wear for Penny. Now all she had to do was figure out which one, with so many to chose from.

The trick turned out to be finding something in her size. Apparently, a girl her age didn’t fit the demographic most lingerie companies were marketing toward. She knew her measurements and kept checking the sizing charts to see if anything she looked at would fit. More than a few times, she ended up going back to her search results because the lingerie she was looking was a size or two too large.

She was getting a little frustrated when she finally spied a white bustier with black lace trim and black lace accent panels that she really liked. It was sheer and clingy, revealing more than it hid.

Excited, she noticed the model was slender and not particularly well endowed upstairs. It gave Dana a good idea how the lingerie would look on her, which came as a relief after all the busty and leggy models she’d been looking at for the previous twenty minutes.

Crossing her fingers, she clicked on the image, pulling up the product page. Burned one too many times already, she went to the size chart first. Her heart started racing when she saw that a small should fit her perfectly. Clicking through the alternate views, she liked it even more. Then she noticed it came in a pale pink color option, and she fell completely in love.

Adding it to her cart, she said, “Penny is going to love this.”

The bustier came with a matching thong, but not the stockings featured in all the images. Dana decided that it just wouldn’t be the same without them, then grinned when she saw the nylons in the ‘People Also Bought’ section. She added a pair to her cart.

She was about to click on ‘Checkout’ when she thought of something. Her finger hesitated on the mouse button, then pulled back. She moved the pointer to the Search box, then clicked on it. Typing her search string in and hitting Enter, she gazed in awe at all the options on her screen.

***

Penny looked up when Dana came into the kitchen and smiled, said, “I see you found something. I got an email confirming your purchase.”

Dana gave her a playful pout. “You looked? No fair.”

“Oh, I didn’t open it,” Penny said, her smile widening, “I want to spend the next couple of days daydreaming about what you bought.”

Dana decided that she believed her. Besides, if Penny had looked at the email, she would probably have wanted to talk about the other little thing Dana had added to her purchase. Just thinking about it gave Dana a naughty shiver.

Penny must have seen something on her stepdaughter’s face, and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Grinning sheepishly, Dana said, “I just hope you like what I picked out.”

“I’m sure you’ll look stunning,” Penny said. Leaning in, she asked, “The writer in me has to ask… did you make sure whatever you picked will fit?”

Dana laughed, “Yeah. Wasn’t easy, though. I’m not exactly the size that companies are designing for.”

“I guess not,” Penny said, grinning, “but you actually did find lingerie that will fit?”

Dana realized it wasn’t just an idle question, as Penny’s eyes were shining with curiosity. Seeing the wheels turning in the woman’s head, Dana asked, “Thinking about a new story?”

“I have to admit, the idea intrigues me,” Penny said, rubbing the back of her neck and smiling at Dana, “the idea of a pretty young girl shopping for sexy underthings.”

“Does it, now?” Dana said, grinning playfully at her stepmother.

Penny glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were alone and said, “Is it bad that I got a little aroused, just seeing the confirmation email in my inbox?”

“A little,” Dana said, laughing when Penny gave her a dirty look, “but I understand. It was kind of exciting for me, too.”

Flushing, Penny said, “God, I’m getting horny again.”

“Well, when Dad goes to work,” Dana said, leaning across the table to steal a quick kiss, “maybe you can write me a story about a stepmother taking her stepdaughter shopping for some lingerie. Maybe something like what happened in the video I sent you.”

“Oh God, that video,” Penny said, shaking her head. “I’ve already watched it a half dozen times.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Dana said, stealing one more kiss before getting up. “Now write me a story, so I have something to read tonight.”

“I’ll try,” Penny said, with a smile.

***

Yawning, Dana closed her math textbook, finally dome with her homework. She stuffed the book and her notebook into her backpack, then stood up to stretch. A couple of hours bent over her studies had left Dana a little stiff, so she shook the tension out of her limbs. Glancing at her alarm clock, she saw it was only seven-thirty. She wanted to check her email to see if Penny had written that story, but it was too early.

She went to her hiding place, liberated her fuzzy kitten notebook. She smiled at the cover, then smiled even brighter at all the stories she had penned inside. Since receiving Penny’s old laptop, Dana hadn’t written much in the notebook, so this felt like a reunion of sorts.

Digging around in her desk, she found a mechanical pencil, then went to her bed. She stretched out on her stomach, tapping the pencil against her lower lip as she tried to think of something to write.

Thinking about Penny’s admission about being turned on by Dana shopping for lingerie, she decided to write a story with that as its theme. A line from the beginning to Penny’s Columbus Day story popped into her head, the one where she wrote ‘As I browsed its selection, I was blushing the whole time. I’m not a prude, but some of the things on the shelves were further down the rabbit hole than I had traveled so far.’ With it came the idea for her story. Dana felt a shiver of excitement work through her as she put her pencil to paper and wrote:

Standing on the sidewalk and looking at the storefront with its big glass windows and faded sign that read ‘Rose’s Intimates Boutique’, I tried to calm my racing heart, to stop my hands from shaking like crazy. As plans often go, it had seemed doable last night laying in bed when it came to me, but now that I was here… I must have been out of my mind.

Looking at the scantily clad manikins in the display windows, I almost ran away, scrapping the whole plan. It was ridiculous, anyway. There was no way it would work.

Only the thought of her kept me from fleeing. I so wanted to see that smile on her face, the one that made my knees feel weak and my heart race in my breast. I knew somewhere in that store there was just the thing to put a smile on her face.

On legs like rubber bands, I forced myself to approach the door, to open it and step inside. The playful jingle of bells made me look up guiltily, like I had set off an alarm. It didn’t do anything for my raw nerves, even when I realized what it was.

The woman behind the counter turned to me, her eyes widening when she saw a thirteen-year-old girl standing in her shop. I waited for her to kick me out, saying this shop isn’t for kids. A part of me hoped she did, so I could say I tried, but it just wasn’t meant to be. I’d shrug and go on my way, disappointed but no longer a nervous wreck. She didn’t, though.

Instead, she favored me with a curious smile and asked, “Can I help you with something?”

Figuring the woman was having fun with me, I said, “Um, no. Just browsing.”

That smile widened, and she asked, “Are you now?”

“Yeah?” I said, making it sound like a question.

“Interesting,” she said, coming out from behind the counter, “well, let me give you the general layout. Lingerie and costumes in the front corner there… DVDs and magazines just there… and our selection of sex toys are in the back.”

“Okay,” I said, blushing as I headed toward the racks of lingerie.

The cashier watched me go, her curiosity written all over her face. She was wondering what in the world a seventh-grader was doing in her lingerie shop. I can’t say I blame her. I’d have blinked stupidly at me, too.

Still, she hadn’t kicked me out at first sight, and she seemed to find my browsing of the lacy and sheer garments amusing. I felt a fragile hope take root, and I thought there was a small chance I might actually walk out of here with my purchases. A small chance was better than what I had given myself, so things were looking up.

There were so many different types of lingerie and variations of each style that I felt a little overwhelmed as I poked through the racks. Everything looked sexy to me.

“What are you looking for?” The cashier asked, appearing at her side.

“I- I don’t know,” I said, which was true enough. I hadn’t expected there to be so many options to chose from.

“Well then, what do you need lingerie for?” She asked, then grinned, “I guess that should have been my first question. What does a young girl like yourself need lingerie for? Do you just want something pretty to sleep in or is there a boy?”

“Um, no,” I said, blushing, “no boy.”

She saw it, then tilted her head to one side as she met my eyes. Maybe she saw something or just took a guess, but she said, “A girl, perhaps?”

It wasn’t exactly accurate, but I nodded shyly. It would only complicate things if I told her the truth. Not only would I not be able to purchase my lingerie but I’d probably get someone I love in a lot of trouble.

The cashier nodded, giving me a knowing look, “I knew there was someone. Most of this stuff isn’t particularly comfortable, so the only good reason for wearing it is to look sexy for someone.”

I gave the woman a curious look, thinking this whole conversation was starting to slide into the surreal. Of all the receptions I imagined for my walking through the door, this wasn’t one of them. This was the kind of service I might receive at a ma and pa grocery store, maybe, but not here. I won’t lie, it confused me a little, and I didn’t know how to respond. Surely this woman wasn’t really this nonchalant about a thirteen-year-old shopping for lingerie in her store.

“This girl… Does she know you are here?” The cashier asked, her eyes saying there was more to the question than the obvious.

I thought I knew what the woman was really asking, and it made my cheeks burn as I said, “I think she’ll be surprised, but not THAT surprised.”

Grinning coyly, the woman said, “So you have her on the hook and are just trying to keep her there.”

It took me a second to get what she was trying to say, but I grinned sheepishly and nodded.

“Well, alright, girlfriend,” the cashier said, laughing as she pointed, “that rack in the front… The company that makes those tends to run small. If I were you, I’d look through that rack first. I figure it is your best bet for finding something that fits. You are a skinny little thing, after all.”

“Um, thanks,” I say, giving her a curious smile.

“No problem, sweetie,” she said, turning around and heading back toward her sales counter, “holler if you need anything.”

“I will,” I said, shaking my head in wonder. I was beginning to feel like Alice must have after sliding down the rabbit hole. I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash if I saw the Mad Hatter winding his way through the racks of Lingerie.

I moved to the rack the woman had indicated, started riffling through the garments. I made it about a quarter of the way around when I found it. The ceiling didn’t quite peel back, and a ray of light from the heavens spear down on it, but I definitely had a eureka moment when I saw it. Pulling it off the rack, I thought it looked even better in my hands. The material was lacy and soft, pretty and feminine.

Sure it wouldn’t fit, I checked the tag. My heart started racing when I saw that it would. I couldn’t stop looking at it, and I had to have it.

I glanced at the woman behind the counter, my heart sinking. She has been cooler than I had any right to expect her to be so far, but surely she wouldn’t actually let me buy this. She was going to break my heart when I put it on the counter, was just going to shake her head, no.

Even though I knew the outcome, I still walked up to the cashier, put my selection on the counter and held my breath for the inevitable. The cashier looked me, smiled in a way that seemed unfair to me. You can’t smile at someone like that when you are fixing to ruin her day.

Still smiling, the woman looked through my stuff, then said, “You forgot some stockings. They are hanging over there.”

Blinking dumbly at her, I said, “Are you serious?”

The cashier laughed and said, “Just grab the stockings while I ring this up.”

I just stared at her, waiting for the punchline, sure that I was the butt of the joke. She shooed me away from the counter, and I went to the little display of stockings. I looked over my shoulder at her, and she nodded encouragingly.

I found some stockings that would look good with the outfit I had chosen, taking them back to the cashier. She scanned them, putting them in a little black bag on the counter.

“Cash or credit?” She asked, looking earnestly at me. If she was messing with me, she was an amazing actor.

“Cash?” I said and it sounding like a question.

“Are you asking me?” The woman asked, amused.

I dug my money out of my purse, and my hand was shaking as I handed it to her. She counted it, then entered the amount. My heart started racing as the cash register drawer popped open and she counted out my change. Was this really happening?

She gave me my change then held out the bag with my purchases. I reached for it hesitantly, expecting her to pull it back at the last second and say ‘Psych’. My fingers closed around the plastic bag the woman relinquished her hold on it. I stared at the bag in my right hand and my change in my other, then at the woman.

“I hope she loves it,” the woman said, winking at me.

“Um, thanks,” I said, feeling like I should say more, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that would express how I felt about what the woman had done for me. I was stunned, flabbergasted, shocked, befuddled and, generally speaking, dumbfounded that the woman had actually completed the sale.

Luckily, the woman seemed to know, anyway. Her smile said as much.

Dana set her pencil down, re-reading what she had written. It was sort of sweet and fun, if not exactly erotic. She thought there was still potential for sexy fun, especially when her character wore the lingerie she’d bought.

Picking up her pencil, she tapped it against her lip in thought. Where did she want to go with this story? She still wasn’t sure when she put the lead to the paper and started writing, again. Luckily, most stories had a mind of their own, and this one knew where it wanted to go. She just went along for the ride.

Outside, I found my backpack where I had hidden it. I had thought showing up in the lingerie shop wearing my school backpack was just too much, so I had left it in the bushes across the street from Rose’s. I unzipped the small compartment in the front, slipped my purchase inside. Zipping it back up, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and checked the time.

My eyes widened as I saw I had spent too much time in the lingerie shop. I had to be at the corner of Third and Houston Street in ten minutes. Shrugging into my backpack, I took off running. I had a lot of ground to cover in a hurry, so I tucked my arms in close to my sides, lowered my head and let my stride loose. I was eating up the pavement, and I thought I was going to make it.

I just did, the bus already pulling up to the spot when I was fifty yards out. I lucked out, a small group of people boarding at the stop. With one more burst of speed, I was able to fall into the back of the line as the last person was boarding. I climbed onto the bus, gasping for air. I could only shrug when the driver gave me a curious look and hurriedly scanned my round-trip pass. He motioned for me to head back and find a seat.

Relieved to be on the bus, I shrugged out of my backpack and sat down with it on my lap. As we began to roll again, I finally got my wind back. It was about a fifteen-minute ride to my stop, and I spent it getting excited about what I had planned for when I got home.

I still couldn’t believe I actually bought lingerie. A naughty shiver worked up my spine, and I giggled at the thought of the black bag in my backpack. I really hadn’t expected this part of plan to succeed, figuring it was a million to one odds. Fortune had smiled on me, and I lucked into the coolest cashier ever.

When I saw my stop approaching, I half stood up to pull the cord, signaling the driver. The bus slowed, then came to a stop. I hurried down the aisle between the seats, then off the bus. I could see my house a hundred yards away and started walking.

Instead of going to the front door, I walked around back, using my key to let myself in. In the kitchen, I listened breathlessly. For the next part of my plan to succeed, I needed to get through the house unseen. Hearing the TV on in the living room, I let out a sigh of relief. My luck was holding, it would seem. The way the furniture was laid out, anyone watching TV wouldn’t be able to see the stairs. I slipped upstairs, unseen.

Dropping my backpack on the bed, I unzipped the small compartment and removed the little black bag that held my brand new lingerie. My hands were shaking as I dumped the contents out on my bed, I was so excited. I laid everything out, removing the tags. Looking down at it, I thought it was even more perfect now than when I had chosen it.

I slipped out of my clothes and into the lingerie. I shivered deliciously as the stretchy material hugged my young body, fitting me like a second skin. Sitting on the bed, I rolled the stocking onto my legs, fastening the garters in their lacy tops. I ran my hands down my legs, loving the silky feel of the nylon under my fingers.

I had avoided looking in the mirror, not because I wanted it to be a surprise, like some big reveal in a TV show. Instead, I was afraid I would look silly in the lingerie. I didn’t want to make her laugh. I wanted her eyes to get wide, and her jaw hit the floor. I wanted to make her weak in the knees like she made me, wanted her heart to race. I needed her to think I was beautiful and sexy and irresistible.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I held my breath. My eyes widened, and I gasped. The lingerie fit me perfectly, revealing more than it hid. I looked better than I had had any reason to expect. It almost seemed the manufacturer of this outfit had cut it with someone like me in mind. It flattered what little curves I had and clung in all the right places.

“This is going to be good,” I said, grinning at my reflection.

Heading back downstairs on legs made like rubber bands by adrenaline, I walked around the couch and into her field of view.

She glanced up at me, her eyes widening, “What are you doing home — Oh, wow!”

“Do you like it?” I asked, anxiously. I felt suddenly shy, uncertain. There was a breathless moment of anticipation as I waited for her reaction.

Her eyes were hot on my skin as she looked me up and down. A slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and her eyes finally met mine. I shivered at the desire I saw in them. God, I loved when she looked at me like that.

“I love it,” she said, her smile widening, “you look incredibly sexy.”

“I had hoped you’d say that,” I say, grinning as I went to her. I sat on her lap and kissed her deeply.

“Where on earth did you get this?” she asked, running her hand over my stocking clad thigh. Her touch awoke a heat between my thighs and I shivered.

“Rose’s,” I said, grinning at her.

Her eyes got big, and she stammered, “Rose’s Intimates? You… really?”

“Just walked in, picked this out, paid for it, and walked out with it,” I said, loving her reaction.

“Just like that, huh?” She said, her eyes flashing mischievously.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her, “I wanted something sexy to wear for you.”

“This is sexy in spades,” she said, laughing, “I can’t believe you skipped school and went lingerie shopping at Rose’s. I wish I could have seen it.”

“Maybe next time, we can go together,” I teased, and I heard her inhale sharply. Grinning, I knew that little line had tickled her naughty side. I leaned in and kissed her, and I felt just how excited she was in the way she kissed me back eagerly.

I got off her lap and offered her my hand, said, “Let’s go upstairs and make the most of my day off from school.”

She took my hand, and we went upstairs to my room.

Dana took a few seconds to calm down, her hands shaking a little with excitement. Grinning, she flipped back to the beginning of her story and, at the top of the page, wrote: Playing Hooky.

Grinning, Dana loved how this story was turning out. When she had started writing, she wasn’t thinking about having her character skip school to be with her lover. She had let the story off its leash, and it had found its way here, somewhere completely different than what she had expected.

She took up her pencil, again, ready to write the steamy part of the story:

We barely made it into my room. I found my back against the door, her body pressed against me. Her kiss was eager, her tongue caressing my own. My heart was racing as I kissed her back, my hands roaming over her back and buttocks. Her hands were on me, leaving my skin tingling in their wake. Her touch awoke a fire in me, my desire swelling until I was almost dizzy with need.

She kissed my neck, then my collarbone. My pulse quickened as she sank to her knees in front of me. The smile she favored me with as she looked up at me took my breath away. The promise in that smile made my knees a little weak.

Her hands ran up my stocking-clad legs, and I could feel her arousal in her touch. She was turned on by the lingerie, the silky feel of the nylon under her fingertips. Seeing the look in her eye as she explored my body made the trip to Rose’s more than worth it.

“God, I can’t get over you in this,” she said, her eyes flashing up at me.

I grinned at her, giggled. I couldn’t help it. She made me feel so beautiful when she looked at me with those heavy eyes.

Her hand found the cleft of my pussy, and I forgot to breathe for a few seconds as her fingers teased my sensitive clit. The pressure and friction against my tender flesh were delicious, and I moaned. She smiled up at me as she pulled the skimpy panties aside. The first kiss of her lips was like the brush of a butterflies wings, a caress as light as a feather against my skin. It made me shiver. Then her hot tongue found me, teased a thick moan from my slack mouth. The slow flick of her tongue drove my body crazy, sent waves of pleasure slamming through me.

She looked up at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she tortured me. That smile, the lovely sensations coursing through me… I couldn’t stop moaning, my hips moving against her mouth. She had worked me into a state, my body not sure if it was coming or going. I needed to hold onto something, lest I float away. My fingers tightened on the door jam, and I held on for dear life.

It was too much for me to bear, the pleasure washing through me so intense I was glad for the wood at my back. I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me right now. I needed its support as I felt an orgasm stir to life deep inside of me. My fingers were in danger of leaving permanent marks in the door frame as tension built and built until I finally cried out in ecstasy. I came hard, my whole body trembling. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the lovely sensations swirling through me.

I gasped in surprise as I was scooped up and carried to the bed. My eyes opened, and I smiled at her, put my arm around her neck. She laid me carefully on the bed, then began to undress. Rolling onto my side, I watched her, admiring every inch of skin she revealed with each article of clothing she removed. She wasn’t going fast enough. I wanted to see her lovely body, ached for her.

When she was finally naked and gloriously revealed to my hungry eyes, she came to me, crawling onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she leaned over me, smiling that smile that took my breath away. She leaned in, and I kissed her eagerly.

She nudged my legs open, straddling one of my hips. I shivered as she lowered onto me and our bodies nested together. I straightened my leg, resting it on her shoulder. She smiled at my flexibility, wrapping her arms around my leg as she began to roll her hips. The pressure against my still sensitive clit was delicious. My fingers tightened on the sheets, and I moaned thickly.

I couldn’t look away from the sensual flex of her hips, hypnotized by the movement of her body. She moved with a grace and a certainty like that of a jungle cat, a certain regal pride that I found fascinating. I loved the way her stomach muscles tightened just before she pushed her hips forward. It gave me a heartbeat of anticipation of each thrust of her body. That expectation of the pleasure to come only made it more intense when it did.

Our cries soon filled my bedroom. We were alone in the house, so I didn’t have to hold it in. Not that I could have if I tried. Those wordless sounds of enjoyment only got louder as our pace became frantic. Our bodies strained toward release, coming together faster and faster as our excitement grew.

Finally, my excitement became too much for me, and I felt myself starting to come. I met her eyes, saw the same urgency in them. She was right there with me, her hips losing their grace. Once, twice, three times she thrust against me, our bodies grinding together deliciously. I lost it on the third, my body seizing up under her. Even as I shook with my orgasm, I felt her climax atop me, felt her trembling right along with me. It was a magical moment of shared bliss.

She smiled down at me, said, “You are looking a little flushed. I think you might be coming down with something.”

Frowning, I asked, “I am?”

“Definitely,” she said, leaning in to kiss me, “I’ll have to call the school and let them know you aren’t feeling well and won’t be coming in tomorrow.”

A slow smile spread on my face, and I asked, “Am I playing hooky again?”

She didn’t say anything, just favored me with a smile that took my breath away.

Dana set her pencil down, laughing when she saw how shaky her hand was. As it often did, writing stories like this got the juices flowing, and she was a horny mess. She glanced at her alarm clock, saw it was still early. Glancing at the door, Dana hesitated. She knew she should wait, but she wasn’t sure she could.

Running a hand across her mouth, she got to her feet. The adrenaline flowing through her body had her a little wobbly as she went to her door. Opening it, she poked her head out into the hallway. She could hear the TV playing downstairs. She thought she could risk it.

Closing the door, she went to her bed. Her hand slipped into the waistband of her shorts. The story had her so worked up that just the brush of her fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Pulling the notebook close with her free hand, she read her story as she teased her bud with her fingers. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet.

She didn’t even make it to the good part before she felt an orgasm gathering steam deep inside. Like a locomotive off the rails, she couldn’t stop it from slamming through her. Gritting her teeth, she shook with her climax, not making a sound as it had its way with her.

Slipping her hand from her shorts, she brushed her hair from her face and tried to catch her breath. Laughing, she glanced at the door, glad there hadn’t been any interruptions.

“Penny is going to love this,” she said out loud, picking up her notebook. She would type it up tonight, do a quick edit and send it to her. It would be a nice pre-Columbus Day treat for her stepmother.

On to Chapter Eight!

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Yet another story that I fiddled around with so thoroughly that I’m now unable to locate the original… though I honestly do believe this version is better. (Blushes.) Please do enjoy.

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Taking her eyes from the unwinding coastal road, Julia checked herself in the rearview mirror one last time. She’d always been very particular about her appearance, and determined to keep the recent upheaval in her life from changing that. She certainly had no intention of seeing her daughter for the first time in months without making sure that she looked her best.

The face that gazed back at her was strong and still quite lovely. There were a few visible lines, but that was to be expected at forty-two. Julia was still quite satisfied with her looks, and still thought of herself as a woman with much to offer a good man, which made that much harder to understand why her marriage to Mitch had foundered.

Well, he hardly qualifies as a good man, Julia told herself with a resigned smile.

She believed their relationship had been a solid one, able to weather the long haul of middle age. That was before a misdirected email had alerted Julia to the affair Mitch had been carrying on with Barbara Mantler, a neighbor of theirs who was still in her twenties.

She had confronted her straying husband, determined to save their marriage — only to discover that, far as Mitch was concerned, it was already over. He flat-out refused to end the affair, saying, “I don’t want to hurt you, Jules… but I’m not gonna give up Barbara. If you can’t deal with that, let’s end this here and now.”

Julia was devastated — and beside herself with rage. She ordered him to leave, then stood trembling as her husband grimly packed a suitcase and left without another word. The divorce papers, drawn up by Mitch’s lawyer, were delivered two days later.

In the first few months after the split, Julia had relied heavily on her daughter Ellen, who lived in a small coastal town in Victoria. Upon hearing of the end of her parents’ marriage, Ellen immediately returned home for a month to be with her mother. In those first few weeks Julia could not even bring herself to leave the house, and it took some coaxing from Ellen just to get her out to the local café for coffee. However, Julia gradually started to resume her life.

About six months after Ellen went back to her flat in Victoria, she finally coaxed her mother into coming to visit for a few weeks. Please come and visit, Mum, she wrote. This is a really beautiful place, and the change of scenery will do you a world of good.

And so it was that she found herself parked in Ellen’s driveway, checking herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she was presentable, Julia got out of her car and headed for the front door of the cottage. Dressed in a white blouse, jeans and tan boots, Julia was indeed very attractive. She was 5’9, had collar-length black hair, brown eyes that complimented a very open and friendly face. She was proud to have retained her firm, yet shapely figure.

Before she could even get to the front door of the seaside cottage, Ellen came bounding out the door to greet her. At twenty-three, Ellen had grown into a beautiful young woman. Slightly taller than her mother, she’d inherited Julia’s black hair, which she let grow to just past shoulder length. Unlike her mother, she had hazel eyes and a longer, more oval-shaped face. Like her mother she was not exactly slim, but quite curvy. She was dressed very casually in a blue windcheater, tracksuit pants and joggers.

Ellen embraced her mother. “Mum, It’s so good to see you.”

“I’m glad to finally make it here, darling,” replied Julia. “I want to see if this place is as beautiful as you make out.”

“Believe me, Mum, it is.” With that, Ellen helped her mother with her luggage and took her into her home for the first time.

After Ellen showed her mother around her century-old cottage, the two sat down and caught up over a cup of coffee. “So, love,” said Julia, “are you seeing anyone right now?”

“No, Mum… there’s no one I’m really interested in.”

“Ellen,” Julia murmured, “you’ve got to think about settling down sometime, dear.”

“Oh, Mum, you are so old fashioned. I am only twenty-three, after all… I’ve got plenty of time to find someone.”

Julia just shook her head. “I just don’t want you to end up alone like me, that’s all.” She almost started to cry, but Ellen would have none of that.

“Mum, you’re not old, you know… you can still find someone.” Ellen studied her mother. “You look prettier now than you did when I was a little girl… and I only hope my ass is in as good as shape as yours is when I turn forty-two.”

“Ellen!” gasped her mother. And with that, both women started to laugh.

A thoughtful expression crossed Ellen’s face. “I don’t know, Mum… I do like the idea of settling down, sharing my life with someone special. It’s just that…” and she trailed off.

“Just what, dear?” asked Julia.

“It’s just that…I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like something is missing.” She ran a finger around the rim of her cup. “I’ve been out with guys who were nice, and I liked them… but I’ve never known one that really got my heart racing.” She shook her head sadly. “I just want someone… special. You know?”

Julia knelt next to her daughter, taking Ellen in her arms. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, then shook her head, patted her daughter on the back and said, “Enough. We’ve both got to start thinking positively.”

Ellen smiled. “You’re right, Mum. Enough moping!”

After they finished their coffee, Julia decided to rest for a bit before dinner. She awoke a couple of hours later to find Ellen busy at the stove.

“Do you need any help, love?”

“No, I have got it all under control, Mum… thanks, though,” replied Ellen.

“Okay… in that case, I’ll take a shower and freshen up.”

Ellen nodded as her mother left and went to the bathroom. As she continued with the dinner preparations Ellen suddenly realized that she hadn’t given her mother a fresh towel to use. Quickly going to the linen closet, Ellen grabbed a towel and took it straight into the bathroom. Upon opening the door she discovered her mother had just finished undressing.

“Ellen!” said her mother, quickly covering herself. “You could at least knock first!”

“Oh, Mum,” Ellen replied, “it’s not a big deal… I have seen you naked before.”

Julia laughed. “I suppose you’re right,” she said, letting her arms drop to reveal her nude body. “Just me being old fashioned.” She winked at her daughter as she got into the shower.

Despite what she had said, however, Ellen’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on her mother’s naked body. She felt a strange tingling in her stomach as admired Julia’s curvy figure.

Her mother must have felt Ellen’s gaze as she entered the shower, because she turned around just before drawing the curtain… and their eyes met for a brief moment before Ellen turned away to leave the room. Returning to the kitchen, Ellen quickly dismissed the incident and finished making dinner.

On the other hand, Julia couldn’t help but think about the fact that she caught her own daughter checking her out. Part of her was shocked, but another part was a bit flattered… even excited at the thought of it. As she soaped herself, Julia wondered why that was…

Later, as they were eating dinner, Ellen suddenly exclaimed. “The party!”

“What party?” Julia asked.

“I forgot to tell you, Mum… I’m hosting a lingerie party here tomorrow night.”

Julia looked a little shocked. “Would… would you like me to go out tomorrow night while you have your party?”

“No, Mum — I want you to stay here and be part of it.”

“But Ellen, love… I mean… sexy lingerie… it’s not really my sort of thing.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you made it your thing,” Ellen said. “You still have a great body, Mum… and some hot underwear might help you feel sexy again, especially if you meet someone. Anyway, these parties are great fun. We’ll have some wine and everybody brings food… oh, trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” For some reason, Ellen found herself very much wanting her mother to stay for the party.

Julia said “Oh… all right. Why not?”

“That’s the old pepper, Mum,” said Ellen. a smile suddenly appearing on her face. “Wait and see, you’ll have a smashing time.”

“I hope so,” replied Julia, not feeling as certain about that as her daughter did.

The next day, while Ellen was at work, Julia thought about going for a swim in the ocean when she realized that she’d forgotten to pack a bathing suit. However, she remembered seeing a clothing store on her drive-in, so she decided to see if she could buy one there.

Upon arriving at the store, Julia soon found the swimwear section but found that most of the outfits were tiny and revealing bikinis. She was just about to leave when one of the young salesgirls approached her. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Julia turned to face the sales assistant, a pretty young blonde girl who looked to be in her early twenties. “Well, I was looking for a new bathing outfit, but I don’t think you have anything for me.”

The young salesgirl smiled and said, “Please, come with me… we’ve got some lovely one-pieces that I can show you.”

The girl then led Julia to another section. There were a few nice one-pieces, but they all seemed to be a little small. She looked at the assistant doubtfully.

“I’m afraid these are a bit small for me… Linda,” she said, noticing the name tag on the salesgirl’s blouse for the first time.

“Really?” queried Linda. “You look to me to be about a size 10.” She pointed to one of the mannequins that was adorned with a tight and form-fitting one-piece. “That’s a size 10 right there. Why don’t you try it on?” she suggested.

Julia was very doubtful that it would fit, but she went into one of the change rooms with the swimming costume.

“Just let me know if you need any help,” Linda said and departed.

Once Julia had put on the suit on, she turned to the mirror to see how it looked. It showed all of her curves and it was cut a lot higher in the thigh than any costume she had ever had before, but to her surprise, she was delighted with the way it looked. If only I had the courage to wear this down to the beach, she thought to herself. She came out of the changing room to get Linda’s opinion.

“Wow!” exclaimed Linda, before Julia could say a word. “You look fantastic… it really shows your figure off.”

“Really?” Julia blushed. “You’re not just trying to make a sale?”

“No, I really mean it,” Linda said with a smile. “You look incredibly hot.”

Julia looked the younger girl over. The expression on Linda’s face was enough to convince Julia that she was in fact being honest. What’s more, she noticed that Linda couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her… Julia felt that strange warmth in her stomach again. Why was she enjoying the admiration of this young woman so much?

A smile appeared on Julia’s face. “I’ll take it,” she said.

Julia got changed back into her regular clothes and went to the counter where Linda was putting the suit into a shopping bag. Julia smiled at the young salesgirl and said, “Well, I must say you know how to make your customers feel welcome. You must enjoy this line of work.”

“Thanks,” Linda replied. “I sell lingerie in my off-hours, too. I’m doing a party tonight.”

Julia’s eyes widened. “Why, I — my daughter is hosting a lingerie party tonight!”

“Is that…” the girl thought for a moment, then grinned, “Ellen Moore?”

“Yes.” Julia giggled. “My, what an incredible coincidence.”

“Well, I might just be able to sell you some more items tonight then,” said Linda, winking. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll bet you’d look even better in one of my sexy teddies…”

Julia was a bright shade of pink by now.  “Well, I’ll think about… anyway, I must be going. See you later on.”

“Ta,” said Linda, and with that Julia left the shop and made her way home.

All the way home Julia couldn’t help feeling flattered about the way Linda had praised her figure when she wore the bathing suit. Though she did feel she looked good for her age, it was always nice to get such a warm compliment. Odd that it should come from a woman. Odder still that she found it rather exciting… like the way she had felt when she had caught her daughter checking out her naked body in the bathroom last night.

She grimaced, shaking her head. Why do I keep thinking about that? she mused.

Julia hadn’t been home long when Ellen got home from work, loaded down with food for the party. While they made some appetizers for the guests, they caught up on each other’s day. Ellen was delighted to hear that her mother had met Linda at the boutique. “She’s really nice, isn’t she, Mum?”

Julia agreed, saying that she felt more relaxed about the lingerie party, knowing that Linda was coming.

“She’s good at what she does… speaking of which, did you buy anything while you were there?”

“As a matter of fact, I bought myself a new bathing suit.”

“Mmmmm… if I know Linda, it’ll be something really sexy. You can model it for me tomorrow morning. If it’s warm again, we’ll go for a swim before breakfast.”

Julia was a little relieved that Ellen had suggested an early morning swim; she wasn’t ready to wear that bathing suit in a crowd.

Soon they had everything ready for the guests… and Ellen went to take a quick shower while Julia changed into a white blouse and light blue slacks.

By the time Ellen emerged in her yellow summer dress, the first guests started to arrive. The first to appear were two girls from Ellen’s work, Jane and Alicia, then three girls from the softball team Ellen played for. Soon there were ten guests in the house, the last one to arrive being Linda. She brought along catalogs and a suitcase that contained samples of lingerie. Although she had been slightly wary of coming to this party, Julia soon felt quite relaxed and was mixing easily with Ellen’s friends.

Suddenly Linda called everybody to attention. “Okay everybody, it’s time to get this started.” She passed around the catalogues, then opened up her suitcase and took out a skimpy black bra and matching panties. “So… who wants to be our first model tonight?” she asked.

“I will,” said Karen, Ellen’s softball teammate. “My boyfriend loves me in black,” she added, giggling as she disappeared into the bedroom to change. She emerged a few minutes later, looking stunning in the lacy lingerie as she walked up and down in front of the rest of the party. When she was finished Linda stood up and said, “A big round of applause for Karen, ladies.”

With that, the girls gave Karen a spirited ovation, as well as a lot of wolf whistles and laughs. Karen reacted to the applause by taking a couple of bows, even blowing kisses to the audience. It was obvious that Karen was having a wonderful time… it was also obvious that Linda had made her first sale of the evening. When Karen had finished, Linda showed another item from the catalogue — a sexy red teddy — and another girl volunteered to wear it.

And so the evening passed. Every “model” received rapturous applause and everybody — even Julia– was having a great time. Ellen ended up modeling a very sexy see-through negligee, and Linda herself modeled a lovely lacy white bra and g-string panties. Finally, every lady had tried on something except for Julia.

As much as she was enjoying herself, Julia was still somewhat reluctant to model underwear in front of anybody, let alone a room of strangers. But Ellen was determined to include her mother in the festivities, so she made a deal with her. “Mum, if you try something on, I’ll try on another outfit and model it at the same time as you… how about that?”

Julia liked that idea, so she went with her daughter to the bedroom. Ellen brought with her two outfits: a daring black bra, g-string panties, garters and suspender belt for herself; and a lacy blue teddy for her mother. As they were getting changed, Julia couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s luscious body. Ellen was easily the sexiest of all the girls there that night, and the sight of her nudity as she slipped into the revealing underthings made Julia feel very tingly and warm. Her eyes were somehow drawn again and again to her daughter’s loveliness as she changed into her own lingerie.

The teddy felt absolutely fantastic once Julia had put it on. She stopped in front of the mirror to make sure that it fits properly. In the reflection, she noticed her daughter studying her intently.

“Oh, Mum! You look… fantastic. I told you that you would,” Ellen said, her eyes shining.

“Why, thank you, love,” said Julia, doing a mock curtsy.

Just as they were about to leave the bedroom, Ellen noticed that the rear of her mother’s outfit had started to creep up her backside. “Hang on, Mum,” she said, “you need a little adjustment in the back.” Ellen then reached out to fix the teddy.

When her hands made contact with her mother’s bottom, it was if a surge of electrical current was flowing from Julia’s body to Ellen’s. The young woman felt a warm wave of arousal that left her light-headed.

As for Julia, it seemed as if her legs had suddenly turned to jelly. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Julia could feel her heartbeat quicken and her skin tingle deliciously. Her daughter’s hands brushed against her ass, and she felt like she couldn’t move… didn’t want to move.

Ellen somehow finished adjusting the teddy, then rose on trembling legs and opened the door. Julia managed to stammer out, “Thanks, angel,” to her daughter, and they both quickly made their way back out to the living room.

Far from being nervous, Julia suddenly felt exhilarated. The other girls gave Julia and Ellen a big round of applause as they entered the lounge.

Linda called out, “As you can see ladies, I’ve left the best for last,” and pointed to Julia. “Doesn’t she look fantastic?” All the girls nodded and Julia blushed, but at the same time she felt an excitement that she hadn’t experienced for years. It was the feeling she used to get when she was in her late teens and she would go to the beach with her friends. As they would walk along the beach she knew that a lot of men were admiring her as she passed… and it thrilled her.

Now Julia was being admired in a similar way… only it was by women! And even though she kept telling herself that there was nothing sexual about the nature of their admiration, Julia was still strangely excited.

Ellen, she noticed, was no longer parading up and down with her, but had instead joined the other women in applauding and encouraging her own sexy display. She had a look in her eye that, all of a sudden, had Julia’s pulse racing as Ellen stared at her. It was a look of hunger, one of… desire?

Could I be imagining this? thought Julia. Maybe she’d had too much wine… but she was almost convinced, from the look in Ellen’s eyes, that her own daughter wanted her. She felt Ellen’s gaze sweeping her scantily clad body, her eyes taking in every inch of her mum’s womanly form. Julia’s head spun. Is Ellen even attracted to women? she wondered, as she bowed to the clapping audience before exiting.

What was so hard for Julia to dismiss was the fact that she herself had enjoyed looking at other women in sexy underwear… and this very much included Ellen. She quickly changed back into blouse and slacks, feeling confused. She had never been sexually involved with another woman, had never seriously considered it. But now she was being exposed to these sexy, attractive ladies that seemed to find her attractive, too… and she had to admit to herself that it was exciting. But why was her daughter acting that way?

As Julia rejoined the party, it was starting to wind down. It had been a great night, and she was actually sad to see it end… but before Linda left, Julia made sure that she put in an order for the blue teddy.

“That’s two sales in one day — you’re becoming my best customer!” Linda grinned as she left.

When everybody was gone, Ellen and Julia tidied up the lounge up a bit, but decided that the dishes could wait until the next day. Before she went to bed, Ellen asked her mother if she was still up for a quick dip in the ocean the next morning.

“Oh, yes. Please wake me, dear. I think I will need a swim to clear my head,” Julia said as she headed off to bed.

It didn’t take long for Julia to drop off that night, and though she slept soundly, she did have some strange dreams.

She dreamt that she was in the change room in Linda’s store. Linda was getting her to try on more swimsuits, each one more daring than before… telling her how hot she looked and asking her to parade up and down in front of her in the risqué outfits. As she was walking up and down in front of Linda she could hear her saying, “You’re so beautiful… you’re so beautiful,” over and over.

When Julia turned around to look at the cute salesgirl, it suddenly wasn’t Linda at all — it was Ellen, dressed only in a skimpy bra and panties. Her daughter smiled knowingly as Julia stood frozen, rooted to the spot… then the young woman padded barefoot over to her mother. Julia’s heart throbbed as Ellen’s soft arms entwined her body, and she felt her daughter’s lips brushing her neck…

With that, Julia woke with a start. As shocked as she was, she couldn’t deny the stickiness between her thighs. It took her a long while to doze off again.

Ellen, on the other hand, was unable to sleep. She shifted restlessly in her bed, trying not to think about how aroused she had been by the sight of her mother in that luscious blue teddy. What was the matter with her?

After the awful luck she had been having with men of late, Ellen had been thinking more and more about exploring her sexuality with women. She had been investigating lesbian internet sites on her computer, and had masturbated to them more than once. The thought of making love to another woman became more appealing to Ellen every day… but she still lacked the nerve to actively seek a partner for lesbian sex.

And now she found herself getting turned on — turned on, mind you — by the sight of her undressed mother! She knew why, too… Julia had the kind of voluptuous body that Ellen found most attractive in a woman. But that didn’t mean that she wanted to have sex with her… did it?

Ellen’s hand crept into her panties, her fingers brushing her sticky labia. It’s not real, she told herself… just a fantasy. No one will know.

She pictured her mother standing by her bed, wearing the blue teddy she’d had on earlier, at the party. Ellen began to caress her own breasts with her free hand as she imagined her mom gazing at her — with desire in her eyes. A soft whimper stole from Ellen’s lips as she envisioned Julia slipping out of the skimpy lingerie and standing naked before her daughter. She allowed herself to drift deeper into the fantasy…

Mum stands there, smiling at me. “Honey,” she says softly, “would you mind if I slept with you tonight?” The tone in her voice is innocence itself, but the fire in her eyes makes it very clear what she wants.

Without a word, trying to conceal my excited trembling, I pull back the blankets, silently inviting my mother to join me underneath. Instead, she gazes at me, tapping a fingernail against her teeth before she speaks. 

“You’re overdressed for this slumber party, sweetheart,” she murmurs, reaching for the hem of the long t-shirt I always wear to bed. I raise my arms, and she pulls my top up and off, baring my breasts.

She kneels next to me on the bed, reaching out to caress my cheek. “I love you, Ellen,” my mother whispers… and she leans closer to kiss me.

The feeling of my mother’s soft mouth brushing against my own has my head spinning. Her kiss is gentle, loving — then I find my lips parting to admit her tongue as Mum’s attentions grow passionate.

Soon we are kissing like lovers… and I moan into my mother’s mouth as her hand glides up to cup my breast. My nipple stiffens against her palm, and I feel her purring with excitement. Our mouths move wetly together.

Then Mum gently breaks our kiss, pausing to undo her bun, letting her lustrous hair cascade about her face.”Oh… my sweet, sweet angel,” she sighs… just before she dips her head to take my left nipple into her mouth…

And suddenly Ellen was coming convulsively, two fingers buried deep in her cunt as her body bucked and shuddered in near-unbearable ecstasy.

Spent, she lay quietly, the sweat on her body cooling in the breeze wafting from the open window. Her eyes were wide open. Oh, my God, she thought. Oh, my God.

On to Part Two!