Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

This is an expanded re-working of a story I wrote for a friend. I hope you enjoy it!

I live in a well-known vacation area in Florida, where beaches stretch for miles and vacationers come to enjoy the white sand ocean-front every summer. I had grown up here, and I had seen an opportunity for a thriving business that had never been done before in my community. I thought, why not start a babysitting service so vacationing parents could have some fun time away from the kids without worrying about where they were or what they were up to? So I did. I called it “Nanny for a Night,” and because my father was well-known in the area, I was able to get a few of the local hotels to endorse my services as safe and reliable.

My name is Cheryl, and I was able to pay for my college with the money I made doing this. I did not accept babies, though toddlers were okay, but my real business was with elementary-aged children, mostly from six to eleven. My favorite times were the ones when I had all girls, of course.

Oh, I forgot to mention something. I am also a lesbian pedophile. Yes, I get off on young girls, some as young as four, but most in the eight to eleven range. I suppose that is important, but since I never told any of the parents, at least not at first, it’s easy for that little nugget to slip my mind when talking about my service.

And yes, I often was able to enjoy my time with some of my little girls. Most of the time, in fact. This is the story of some of those times—some rather memorable ones in fact, for a variety of reasons. This is also the story of how this job changed my life forever.

But I’ll begin by telling you about an early encounter that was particularly wonderful.

One afternoon I was summoned by one of the hotels that a couple was looking for someone to watch their girls overnight while they “enjoyed the sights.” Of course, I knew it had nothing to do with enjoying the sights of the town where I lived. These couples were wanting uninterrupted chances at sex, drinking, what-have-you, and couldn’t do that with their kids around. Well, at least that’s how they looked at it. Me? I’m more of an inclusive person myself.

Anyway, I arrived at the hotel and was told the parents and two girls were on the beach, using number 15. The number corresponded to the umbrellas and chairs that were set up for the use of the hotel’s guests, and the numbers were painted on top of the spread umbrellas and backs of the chairs. They could charge their drinks, etc., to their rooms this way.

I walked out onto the beach behind the hotel and found number 15. A pretty lady around thirty was in a chair that had been moved into the sun, and she was soaking up the rays, her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses she wore. Nearby, two of the cutest little girls I’d seen in a while were playing in the sand. Both were blond, with eyes so blue they resembled the ocean that was pushing waves onto the shore nearby.

I stood there and looked over the mom and her daughters. Okay, I didn’t just look them over. I nearly drooled over them. The mom was hot enough to make my pussy wet, but the daughters had my heart pounding. They were squatting on their heels in the sand, and I could make out the small camel toes where their pussies pressed against the wet material of their bathing suits. The girls looked to be about nine, probably twins, though different enough not to be identical. One was supervising the building of their sand castle, but the other one wasn’t cooperating.

“No! You gotta use the wetter sand so it will hold together!” said the supervisor.

“Nuh-uh! You can use either kind,” said the other girl.

I stepped forward and introduced myself to the mom, hoping this would distract the girls long enough to avoid a fight.

“Hello…um…I’m Cheryl. You told the hotel you needed a sitter overnight?”

The mom lifted her sunglasses for a second, squinted up at me, smiled a most charming smile, and sat up, lifting the back of her chair into a sitting position. “Oh, hi! Yes, we did. I’m so glad you’re available. My husband and I could use some time alone to relax away from the kids.”

I noticed the girl who had been supervising the sand-castle-construction job glance at her mom and grin. She, at least, knew the score. “Relax. Yeah, right,” she said softly but loud enough for her us to hear.

“Christy,” her mother warned. Ahh, the supervisor had a name now, but Christy just grinned, knowing she wasn’t really in any trouble. After all, the mom had to know I knew what was actually going to happen tonight when their daughters weren’t in the room.

The mom got up from her chair and stuck out her hand, “I’m Terri,” she said, “the little smart-ass is Christy, and the other one is Trish. Twins, though obviously not identical.” We chatted for a bit longer, getting to know each other a bit, and while we were talking, a man came up to us from the ocean, toweling himself dry. The dad. I noticed he was checking me out. I was wearing white cotton short shorts and a t-shirt that had “Crabby Carl’s” written on it, a local seafood shack. He was positively leering. I could have told him not to waste his time because I am 100% lesbian regardless of my feminine looks, but I didn’t, letting him leer at me and build up sexual energy for his wife. I glanced down to his crotch. Yep. Definitely checking me out. I glanced at the girls and was surprised to see Christy had noticed her father’s new growth as well. She was still smiling mischievously, and I knew I had at least one sexually precocious girl on my hands. This was good news.

Terri introduced her husband, Jim, and we shook hands. His leer stayed glued to his face the entire time.

Soon the girls were standing beside me and checking me out as well. They had been forewarned of what would be happening, and they were naturally curious about the woman they would be spending the night with.

After we adults chatted for a few minutes more, trading cell numbers and finalizing plans, Terri offered her hand in a final good-bye. “Do you mind if you keep them until this time tomorrow? We don’t mind paying extra.”

“That will be fine,” I said, letting her know my price for a full twenty-four hours. She agreed without comment. Soon I had the very large beach bag that was loaded with the girls’ clothes and toiletries and the three of us were off.

“Are you any fun?” asked Trisha.

“Well, I’m known for liking to treat little girls to pizza for dinner and ice cream cones for dessert,” I say, smiling at them. Trisha and Christy smiled at each other at this news.

“We’re all for that!” said Christy.

“We have to stop and get you two cleaned up before we go anywhere else. You’re covered in sand,” I said. “It’s a good thing my apartment is close by; otherwise, you’d have to take cold showers in the beach dressing rooms. I don’t have a key to your hotel room, so my place it will have to be.”

“I don’t like cold showers,” Christy said.

“Me either,” said Trish.

“Well, when we get to my place, we can all take a hot shower, okay?”

“You mean you’re going to take one too?” asked Christy.

“Of course. I figure we could just take one together since we’re all girls. It’ll be faster that way, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never taken a shower with a grown woman before except my mom,” said Christy.

“Same here,” said Trish.

“Well, the way I see it, the sooner we are all in the shower, the sooner we can start having fun,” I said, thinking they certainly didn’t know the fun I was talking about since it would start in the shower but still sure they would end up liking my form of fun and games.

“Okay,” said Christy. “I s’pose we can do that,” she said, continuing her leadership role with Trish.

“I bet you’re older,” I said to Christy, smiling at her.

“By four minutes. How’d you know?”

“Because you’re the bossy one,” said Trish, giggling.

We arrived at my apartment, and I took them directly to my bedroom. I was eager to see them naked.

“Take off your swimsuits and put them in the corner. I can wash and dry them later,” I told them. In seconds they were naked and giggling. The fact they were nude in front of a woman they’d just met was obviously raising the excitement level. I also noted how easily they disrobed in front of me, as if it was nothing. They watched as I removed my own clothes.

“You’re not wearing panties!” Trish said, pointing at my shaved and waxed pussy as it came into view when I began pulling down my shorts.

“You weren’t either,” I countered.

“But we were in swimsuits,” said Christy. “You’re not supposed to wear panties with swimsuits.”

“Well, I like to go around without panties on whenever I can,” I answer. “In fact, I usually walk around naked when I’m in my apartment.”

“Really?” asked Trish and I nodded. “Like all the time?” I nodded again.

“I’m actually a bit of a nudist.” The girls exchanged glances that said they were definitely with someone different tonight. I could tell by the twinkle in their eyes they already liked me, and the revelation that I like to be naked was just icing on the cake.

“You’re pretty,” said Christy.

“Hey, you don’t have any hair down there either!” said Trish, noticing my recently waxed pussy.

“Yeah, I saw that too. Why don’t you have any hair on your po-po?” Christy asked, using a childish word for my pussy.

“You mean on my pussy?” I asked and noticed the shocked grins that were sprouting on their faces with my use of the ‘bad’ word.

“My teacher heard a boy say that and she said that’s a bad word!” Trish said.

“Well, normally it is, but while we’re together, we can use bad words like that. I don’t mind and I won’t tell either.”

“What kinda bad words?” Trish asked.

“Any of them,” I said. “You can even say ‘fuck’ around me if you want. I won’t say anything to anyone about it. But it has to be only when we’re alone, okay? Other grownups wouldn’t like it. And you especially can’t tell your mom or dad. They would totally freak out.”

“I saw my parents fuck one time,” said Christy, boldly trying out the new rule. “I walked into their bedroom and it took me a minute to figure out what they were doing. It was just like that picture Bobby Carpenter showed me one time.”

“He’s this boy who lives in our neighborhood,” said Trish, saying ‘boy’ as if it were the dirtiest word around.

“Do you think he showed you that picture because he wants to fuck you?” I asked. I was thrilled the conversation had turned to sex so quickly.

“He’s 13 so I don’t know but he did show me his thingy one time and said since I’d seen his I had to show him my po-po — I mean my pussy.” Christy giggled at her use of the word.

“I’ve seen it too,” said Trish. “It was all hard on the inside but soft on the outside.”

“You touched it?!” asked Christy, her mouth open in surprise.

“Well, he touched my po — pussy, so I had to touch his thi — cock.”

They were obviously getting used to the idea of using the ‘bad’ words. I leaned down and, putting one hand under each butt, I lifted them and carried them to my bathroom. I even managed to “accidentally” slip my pinkie finger between their legs to feel their smooth slits. Christy made a tiny gasp when I did this, followed by one from Trish. I set them down and started adjusting the water. I noticed them lean into each other and whisper, and they giggled together as they shared a secret. I knew what they were discussing though I couldn’t hear them over the rushing water–they were obviously talking about my wayward pinkie fingers. After regulating the water, I lifted the button to start the shower and stepped into the tub, holding out my hands to them as I did. They quickly joined me, smiles decorating their faces.

“You know there’s a game I sometimes play with the more grownup girls I sit with when we take a shower,” I said, knowing they would be eager to be considered one of the ‘grownup’ girls.

“What?” they asked in unison.

“We play wash-each-other,” I said. “It works like this. I wash you two and you wash me.”

“All over?” Christy asked, obviously getting the extent of the game immediately. I saw on her face a bit of shock as well as a hope that I would say yes. Her sexual precociousness was on full throttle.

“Of course all over,” I said. “Otherwise, you won’t be clean enough to eat.” I smiled at them, knowing they would not really get the full meaning of my words.

“Are you really gonna eat us?” asked Trish.

“Not like EAT you, eat you. Anyway, I only eat little girls who WANT me to eat them. And you know what?”

“What?” they asked, in unison.

“Almost every little girl I sit with ends up BEGGING me to eat her!” I say, laughing a bit.

“Nuh-uh,” said Trish.

“Uh-huh…you’ll see,” I said, flashing a knowing smile their way. “Then they beg me to eat them again!”

I looked down at them and saw their puzzled looks. They could see I was being honest with them, but they couldn’t figure out what I meant by “eat them.”

Christy, of course, was the first to ask about it. “Do you mean like use your mouth to tickle?”

“Well, it doesn’t really tickle. It feels good. In fact it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before.”

Now I had them truly interested, their curiosity driving them along a highway that would take them to new heights.

“Huh?” said Trish.

“You’ll see. Now who’s first to be washed?”

“Me! Me!” they said together.

“Well, usually the older girl gets washed first, but I think it’s time the younger girl got to go first. Then I’ll wash you, Christy, okay?”

“Okay,” said Christy, as she watched me bathe her sister.

I didn’t want to move too quickly with things; I didn’t want to scare them. So I took it slowly. First, using my bare hands and baby shampoo and body wash, I started with her hair and face. After that, I moved to the shoulders and arms. Next I washed her chest and back, not yet moving to the more interesting areas. Then I washed her feet and legs. While washing her legs, I made sure to brush up against her little pussy with my hands. Then I washed her butt, making sure to spend a good deal of time on the crack and anus. Then I moved to her bald little pussy. I could see by both of their stares they had been waiting for this moment. I could also tell Christy was getting antsy waiting for her turn. I was beginning to feel the budding sexual excitement from the girls.

My hands soaped Trish’s little mound and slit. It was a gentle body wash, so I knew I could apply it anywhere, so I did. I spent well over a minute rubbing my soapy fingers into her slit, making sure to rub her tiny clit while I was there. Trish was beginning to squirm noticeably. Her breathing was becoming deeper, nearly a panting. I looked into her eyes and smiled. She looked to be in a trance. When I winked at her, she smiled, but her gaze was mostly on her pussy and the soapy hand that was making it feel so good. She was intently watching what I was doing, as if she didn’t want to miss a stroke. I stopped and rinsed my hands in the shower, but I heard her moan of disappointment when I was no longer touching her little pussy.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked, clearly wanting me to resume masturbating her.

“Because you’re clean now and I have to wash Christy,” I said. “Were you enjoying how I was washing your pussy?”

“Yeah,” she said. “It felt super good.”

“Well, maybe after the shower I can show you some more things that feel good down there. Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly still in a bit of a daze from the stimulation.

“Have either of you ever touched your pussies like that?” I asked, getting the soap and lathering up to bathe Christy.

“Sometimes,” said Christy. “It feels real nice.”

“Have you ever touched each other’s pussies before?”

The girls exchanged a glance, and I knew the answer, just as I knew they were about to deny it anyway.

“It’s okay to tell me. It’s like the dirty words. I’ll never tell a soul.”

“Yeah, sometimes,” said Christy. “We just enjoy how it feels, that’s all.”

“Well, you can touch each other all you want around me,” I said. “Just as long as I can touch you too.”

The girls grinned at each other. “Sure!” said Trish, who had started coming out of her daze a bit.

Christy was ready for me and soon I had moved to the middle area of her body, having moved along a bit faster with her now that the ground rules had been established for touching. She moaned slightly when I touched her clit. I continued rubbing it, knowing she was enjoying how it felt. I realized that, like most of the girls I watch, they had started to figure out the real reason for this “game” in the shower. Soon I had Christy moaning quite a bit. Once again, I stopped before we got too far and announced that now it’s my turn to get washed. I sat down in the shower on the small seat built into the corner of the tub and allowed them to put shampoo in my hair. Christy, though, decided to waste little time with the non-sexual areas and quickly moved to my boobs. She was obviously loving the feel and heft of them, though they aren’t very big, as she bathed them. Being only nine, however, she wasn’t experienced enough to know what really felt good to a grown woman.

“Play with the nipples. Tweak and pinch them,” I told her. After beginning that, she realized this was causing me immense pleasure. All pretenses were nearly gone now. This was no longer about getting clean. This was about sexual contact. Soon, Trish was “washing” one boob while Christy did the other.

“Okay, now it’s time for my butt and pussy,” I said, standing up on wobbly legs. They began to soap their hands and take turns, with Christy starting on my pussy and Trish on my butt. They were giggling and obviously LOVING this shower. Soon, they switched places. “Let me show you girls something,” I said, and spreading my labia, I began to point out areas of my pussy. “That’s my clit,” I said, pointing to my pleasure button. “That’s where it feels the best when it’s rubbed, or licked or kissed.”

“You mean someone licks and kisses you down there?” asked Christy.

“Sure. Why do you think we’re getting so clean down there?” I asked, as it dawned on them.

“Is THAT what you meant by eating us?” asked Christy, grinning in the excitement of having figured out the riddle.

“Sure is. And I can tell you that NOTHING feels better on this earth. And I’ve got a long line of little girls to back me up on that.”

“But isn’t that where you pee from?” asked Trish, scrunching her nose in distaste.

“Yes, hon, but first, I’ll be as clean as your arm, and second, pee is sterile. It has no germs in it.”

“Really?” they asked together.

“Really. Anyway, pee doesn’t taste bad at all.”

“You’ve tasted it?” asked Christy.

“Well, not a lot at one time, like in a glass or something, but I’ve tasted pee when I ate another girl before, and I’ve tasted my own pee when I’ve been rubbing my pussy to feel good and lick my hands and fingers after. It’s really not bad at all. Otherwise, people wouldn’t lick girls at all, and I can tell you that all men who aren’t gay and a lot of women lick girls all the time. I’d even bet your daddy licks your mommy.”

They looked at each other in amazement.

“Tell you what. Let’s get out of the shower–it’s getting low on hot water anyway–and we’ll go into my bedroom and I’ll show you how good it feels to have someone lick your pussy.”

Christy started moving so quickly I thought she was in a hurry to get there before I changed my mind. We dried off and I took them into my bedroom. We got on my bed, a king, and I had them lie down next to each other.

“When I’m done, you’ll have a great new thing to do with each other when you’re alone together. You’re gonna LOVE this! But again, you can NEVER tell anyone about this, especially your mommy and daddy.”

“They’d go ape-shit!” said Trish, giggling at her use of the adult word she’d obviously heard someone else say.

I bent over and began kissing and fondling Christy first, figuring she had to wait to be washed, so she’d get the first orgasm. Soon I was licking her as expertly as I could. Her mound tasted like heaven. It was as delicious as new-ripened watermelon, and nearly as juicy. I nearly came just from eating her hairless little pussy. I rubbed it all over with my tongue, kissed it, and plunged my tongue into every crevice. Meanwhile, I gently began to massage the tiny flower of her butthole with my finger, teasing it and secretly supplying her with a pleasure she’d never known before, along with the approaching bliss of her first orgasm.

Christy had begun to thrash around on the bed and moan and grunt as the delightful sensations swept over her. After about seven or eight minutes, it became obvious she was about to come for the first time.

“I think I have to pee,” she gasped.

I stopped for a moment. “No, honey, you don’t. It’s that best feeling in the world I told you about trying to come out. Just let it happen,” I said before diving right back into her little mound. I noticed Trish beside me now, watching intently to learn what I was doing.

Christy was bucking around and squirming as the orgasm took over her body and mind. I could feel her body throbbing in satisfaction as the orgasm engulfed her. When she had finished and was catching her breath, she just said, “Wow!”

“My turn! My turn!” said Trish, and I moved to her and began exploring her bald pussy. She had gotten quite horny for a nine-year-old from watching what I was doing to Christy. It took her about five minutes before the orgasm began to wash over her. She was just as delicious as Christy had been. She didn’t stop me when she felt the approaching orgasm as Christy had. However, like Christy, she was bucking and screaming as the waves of pleasure crashed into her, spreading from her pussy to every fiber of her body.

“Fuck!” she said and began to giggle. Christy joined her and they hugged in the heat of the moment.

“Kiss each other,” I said. This they did without hesitation, and it occurred to me they had probably tried this before. After they had kissed for a bit, I explained about French kissing. They were unsure but willing to try it. Soon we were all three making out like teenagers.

“Now, it’s my turn to come,” I said.

“Come?” asked Trish.

“It’s that wonderful feeling you had when I was eating you,” I said. They both nodded in understanding.

“Oh. You want us to eat you now?”

“Yes,” I said. “But first I have to explain about the juices I have in my pussy.”

I did the best job I could explaining that, saying that they had some juices, but not nearly as much as they would be getting when they grew older. I told them I lick it off my fingers after playing with my pussy and that it tastes great.

They were reluctant, but willing. When they moved down there, they began to lick me lightly at first. Soon, however, they began to get the hang of it and were really going at it.

“This DOES taste good!” said Christy while waiting for Trish to move so she could eat me some more.

When Trish came up for air so Christy could re-commence her “meal,” she said, “Yeah, it’s great! Thanks for showing us this, Cheryl!”

Soon, I was close and announced I was going to come. And then I did. That’s putting it too mildly. I exploded. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

Afterwards, we lay together in my bed, naked and enjoying the freedom to do what we wanted. The two girls had been resting, but now I noticed they were looking at each other in silent communication. Without a word, Christy moved over my body to get to Trish. They began to kiss and soon their kisses became passionate. I marveled at the fervor of these lovely nine-year-old girls who, just an hour ago, had never really done anything sexual beyond some touching and playing with each other and themselves, but not to climax. Christy moved down and started tonguing Trish’s bald pussy. Soon Trish was starting to thrash around in obvious pleasure.

“Here, let me help you,” I said and pulled Christy’s body into the 69 position so they could eat each other’s pussy. This was a revelation to them. Soon, they are bucking and moaning and coming into each other’s mouths. And as I watched, I was in heaven. Nothing is more beautiful to me than two sisters learning how to pleasure each other.

I lay back, smiled, and looked at the clock. I still had over twenty-two hours before I had to get them back to Terri and Jim.

I love my job!

 

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

This is a fictionalization of my first time with an older girl when I was nearly 13. I hope you like it! I’d actually come for the first time years before this event, and I’ve spiced it up some, but other than that, it’s fairly accurate. Enjoy!

The summer before I turned 13, my parents decided to go out of town one weekend. Knowing I would complain about having a babysitter, they hired the college-age daughter (22) of the people next door to be my “companion” for the weekend. I was fine with this because I had a crush on Jackie, the girl who would be staying with me. I did know about lesbians and had figured out that I was one. Boys did not do anything for me. Girls, on the other hand, set my imagination on fire. I would be starting seventh grade in just a few weeks, so I was feeling rather “grown up” and decided that I was ready for more grown up things.

I had talked to Jackie about personal stuff before… periods, guys (I didn’t want her to know I was lesbian), even birth control (which of course I didn’t need). I had been rubbing my pussy for some time now, and had not had an orgasm. I really didn’t even know what one was, but the girls at school talked as if I would definitely know if I ever had one. I decided I could talk to Jackie about them and see if she could 1) shed any light on what it felt like and/or 2) tell me what I was doing wrong when I masturbated. I knew she masturbated cos she had told me once that it could take the place of having sex with a guy if I felt the need for sex. (It was part of our “birth control” talk.) I had not admitted to her that I had tried masturbation before. But she had told me during our talk the most basic stuff (you rub yourself with a finger or your hand, etc.). So I felt I could ask her, because she had told me I should try it because I might like it. While I had a crush on Jackie, actually having a sexual encounter was only a vague part of the plan. I just wanted to find out how to have an orgasm.

The weekend finally arrived and she brought her overnight bag. I was anxious to get on with the girl talk, so I followed her into the guest room to help her unpack. I remember she looked a little uncomfortable when I did, so I asked her if she didn’t want me to help her. My twelve-year-old mind could not grasp why she would be uncomfortable about that. She told me she had some personal things that she wasn’t sure she wanted me to see. I guess she could see the hurt look as I said something like, “sure, okay” and began to leave the room because she told me I could stay as long as I didn’t tell anyone about what she had brought over that was so personal. Now I was really curious. I immediately promised not to breathe a word to anyone. She told me to sit on the bed, and she would show me.

The first few things weren’t anything spectacular, mostly just stuff for bed time and such like a nightie, fresh panties and bra, skin products… that kind of stuff. Finally, she looked at me and said, “You are SURE you won’t tell anyone?” I nodded emphatically. Then closing the door to the room (my parents were still there), she brought a vibrator our of her bag. It was shaped like a penis with a knob at the base to turn it on. I think my jaw must have dropped all the way to the bed. Of course I had heard of them, but I had never actually seen one. She handed it to me and I rubbed my hands over it. I realized that Jackie had fucked herself with this thing, and felt my pussy getting wet with the image. I turned the knob on the end and the tiny motor sprang into life. My imagination went wild as I began to picture myself with this artificial penis.

Suddenly my mom called that she and my dad were leaving. I quickly switched the vibrator off and Jackie put it in the bedside drawer. I made a mental note of its location and left the room with Jackie behind me. We said goodbye to my parents. As soon as they left, we returned to the room to finish what little unpacking there was. I asked Jackie if I could hold the vibrator again. Smiling she took it out and handed it to me.

“Do you know how to use one?” she asked me.

Blushing, I told her that I had never seen one before but had heard about them.

“Do you remember our conversation about masturbation?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that is about the best way to masturbate. It can make you have orgasm on top of orgasm.”

“I’ve never had one.” I had never dreamed this conversation would come so easily.

We were both sitting on the bed by now. “Have you tried?” she asked. I turned on the vibrator and wrapped my hand around it. I did not know exactly how it would feel on my pussy, but I knew that it would feel good. And I was eager to try it. In fact, I was getting VERY eager.

“Lots of times. But even though it feels good, I don’t think I have had one before.”

“Oh, you’d know.” I was sitting “Indian style” on the bed, as was she. As I looked at her, I caught her looking a bit lower than I expected. I was wearing very short cutoffs and I realized she could probably see my panties. I didn’t mind. It was just a thought that occurred to me.

She took the vibrator and turned it off then handed it back. “You don’t want to wear out the batteries,” she smiled, “at least not when it isn’t doing its duty.” I could feel that the vibrator had grown quite warm from the heat of the motor and the vibrations.

“I have something else,” she confessed. “But you can’t tell anyone about it, either.”

“Of course I won’t,” I answered. She reached behind her and pulled a video from where it was hidden. She had removed it from her bag when I was busy examining the vibrator. There were pictures from the movie on the cover. I reached out and took it. I was suddenly aware that my pussy was on fire, hotter than it ever had been before. I recognized this as a good thing. Each movement brought major tingles to my entire pelvis. I looked more closely at the pictures. There was a man and woman fucking, a woman sucking a guy’s cock, one of a man fucking a woman while she sucked another guy’s cock, and more of the same. Then I saw the one of the two girls. One girl had a finger or two in the other girl’s pussy and was licking her clit with the tip of her tongue. I tried not to dwell too long on this picture, and continued looking at the other pictures, managing to keep my eye on the one of the two women. Then I noticed another picture of two women. The title had something about “All Amateur” with some number. I became aware that Jackie was looking at me. I blushed, aware that she knew the effect the pictures on the video were having on me.

“Would you like to watch it?”

I nodded, not believing how great this whole thing was turning out to be. Of course I had no idea then the whole thing had been planned to seduce me. I just thought I had benefited from a series of very lucky events.

“C’mon,” she said, taking the movie.. and the vibrator.. and heading for our basement, which had been set up as a den/game room. Of course she knew her way around our house. She had been here numerous times with her parents.

There was a big screen TV with VCR on one wall, and a couple of chairs and a sofa facing it. The sofa was a “hide-a-bed” for when company would visit and we needed the extra sleeping room for their kids. We didn’t unfold it… yet. We sat on the sofa after popping in the video.

At first there were some 900 number ads, which were hot, but I was anxious for the real stuff. Jackie pressed the fast forward button and we watched as the girls on the screen performed sex in high speed. “I like to skip this cause they are mostly just actors doing a commercial. I like to get to the movie.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. Finally, the ads were over, and Jackie pushed the play button again.

As the first scene began, Jackie said, “I like amateur videos because you know the people aren’t acting. When the girls are coming, they aren’t faking it.”

“You mean the ones with the actresses are faked?”

“Well, sometimes the girls are faking their orgasms, and sometimes not. I just know with amateur they are NEVER faking.”

The first scene was of a guy and a girl. It looked as though it had been filmed in the bedroom of a trailer or something. The room was so small, the guy and girl were almost bouncing off the walls. But I was getting really hot watching it. I wasn’t interested in the guy, but the girl was pretty. Not cover girl pretty, just nice. And boy, did she like to fuck! The guy ended up doing her doggy style and shooting his sperm onto the girl’s ass.

I suddenly realized I was sweating…a lot. I found this to be funny since all I had done was just sit there. But it had grown definitely warm in the room. I took a second to look at Jackie. She was sweating too.

My focus returned to the screen. Next was a scene with a guy and two girls, the one I had seen a picture from on the cover. When the two girls began to touch and kiss each other, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I thought I was going to faint. I felt Jackie looking at me.

“Hon, you okay?”

“Yea, just that I’ve never watched this kind of stuff before.”

“Do you want to turn it off?”

“NO!” My answer betrayed the level of my enjoyment. The girls were sucking the guy’s massive cock. Kissing each other with the hard penis between their lips.

“Honey, if you want to do what comes naturally, that’s okay. I certainly plan to.”

What did she mean? Did she mean just masturbate or doing things like the girls on the screen were doing? My imagination ran wild, but I was certain all she meant was masturbating. I couldn’t help imagining our bodies together like the two girls on the screen.

“Cheryl, do you think it would be okay if I got more comfortable. It’s really hot in here.”

“Yea, I know. Maybe something’s wrong with the AC.”

She giggled. “Honey, you could put the AC on 50 and we would still be sweating. We’re horny. You’re sure it’s okay?”

I nodded and watched as she stood and began removing her t-shirt and shorts. Then she looked down at me and saw me staring. I returned my focus quickly to the movie. The guy was fucking one girl while she was licking the other’s pussy. She noticed my embarrassment at being caught looking at her.

“It’s okay, hon. I like to be looked at.” Unclasping her bra, her breasts spilled into view. They were gorgeous. “Do you think I’m pretty enough to be in one of those movies?”

I just nodded in reply. I was afraid if I spoke it would be a squeak.

“Honey, wouldn’t you be more comfy without all that on? I know you want to do things to yourself. Who knows? You might have your first orgasm.”

I cleared my throat and found my voice. “My breasts aren’t as big as yours.” It was all I could think of to say.

She smiled. “Of course not, hon. You’re just starting to develop and mine are fully developed. Here I’ll help you.” With that she reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled as I raised my arms. My bra came next. “Oh, honey, they are beautiful breasts. Really they are. You’re gonna be some knockout.” I blushed at the compliment. “Lift,” she commanded, after unbuttoning and unzipping my cutoffs. I looked down, unaware she had done that. I lifted my hips and she pulled them down. My panties were dragged over the swell of my ass cheeks and I pulled them back up. “Don’t worry, hon. Mine are coming off very soon.”

She sat down beside me again, a little closer this time, I noticed. The scene of the two girls and guy was obviously winding down to the end. The guy was fucking one of the girls while the other one had her head positioned over the girls ass while rubbing her own pussy. I didn’t know why her face was there until the guy pulled out of the girl’s pussy and shot his sperm into and around the other girl’s mouth. The girl who had been fucked quickly turned around and put her mouth on the guy’s cock. It occurred to me she would also be tasting her own juices.

I glanced over at Jackie. She was watching the movie and her right hand was inside her panties. I could see that it was moving around beneath the material. The sounds of two women on the TV screen pulled my attention back to the movie immediately, where a new scene had begun. Two girls were kissing. I watched for the next several minutes as the two girls undressed each other and began to explore each other’s body with hands, fingers, lips, and tongues. I figured if Jackie didnt mind touching herself in front of me, I could do the same. I began to rub one breast, pinching the nipple, and my hand snuck down to edge beneath my cotton panties. It was the first time I had touched myself that day, and I was literally shocked at how wet my pussy was. The cotton material of my panties beneath my slit was soaked. As I touched my pussy, shock waves rippled throughout my body, causing Jackie to look my way. Suddenly, she stood and pulled her panties down. Her bush was neatly trimmed. Sitting back down, she took the vibrator from where it had been sitting on the end table and turned it on. Placing the fake penis on her pussy, she began to moan and squirm. I looked back at the TV and then to Jackie. She was watching me and my busy hands.

“Take them off,” she moaned. I knew she meant my panties. I lifted my butt from the sofa and slid the wet panties down to my ankles and kicked them off. As I did this, I suddenly noticed the sounds of the vibrator were being altered. The buzzing would increase in volume then become muffled. I looked down at Jackie’s pussy. The vibrator was plunging in and out of her pussy, causing the differences in the sound. I glanced at the TV, which Jackie had begun to watch again. The two girls were on a sofa now.. and one girl was kissing and licking the other’s titties. My mouth watered. When I looked back at Jackie, she was squeezing her breast, her fingers moving toward the nipple and pinching it, and she was looking right at me.  I could see what she wanted in her eyes. She wanted my mouth on her lovely breasts.  She wanted me to do to her what the girl was doing to the other girl on the TV screen.  I was too horny to care about the consequences. I placed my naked body beside Jackie’s and bent to her right breast, the nearest one. My watering mouth devoured her tit. I sucked on the nipple, my right hand working feverishly on my dripping pussy. I looked down at the vibrator plunging in and out of Jackie’s cunt. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to see what her pussy felt like. I removed my right hand from my pussy and placed it on Jackie’s. Her hips, which had been rocking into the thrusts of her vibrator, began to buck wildly at my touch. I thought she was trying to make me remove my hand, so I did.

“NO!! Put it BACK!” she screamed out. I did. She continued to buck and moan like a wild colt. Her pussy was wetter than mine was and I loved the feel of the slippery flesh beneath my probing fingers. Reaching with her free hand, Jackie moved my fingers to her clit. I could feel the hard button of flesh and realized that this was what I had been missing. I wasn’t paying enough attention to my clit when I masturbated. It is funny how suddenly you can see things so clearly. Holding my hand there, she bucked a few more times and began to cum. She pressed against my hand, the vibrator held deep within her sticky vagina. The muffled buzz was drowned out by Jackie’s screams as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I was amazed. If this was what it was like to cum, I needed to do that, and right away.

She finally came down from the orgasm and removed the vibrator from her cum drenched pussy. Then she did something that shocked and excited me. She brought the artificial cock to her lips and began to suck it, cleaning the wetness from her pussy off of it. My hand had by now returned to my pussy. This time instead of moving all around the vulva, I concentrated on the clit. Jackie sat up slowly.

“Turn about is fair play,” she said, and molded her lips to my small left tit. I could feel her tongue massaging the nipple. Then her hand joined mine. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my pussy spasm with each touch. Then she did something I didn’t expect. She quickly moved her mouth from my titty to my clit. I watched in amazement and outright lust as this 22 year old neighbor whom I had a crush on licked and sucked my pussy. My hips thrust instinctively to meet her tongue and lips. That was it. My body began to shiver and shake as I seemed to explode from deep within my belly. Spasms racked my young body for the first time. My head swam and my hips bucked as the orgasm finished. It was amazing. Then she was kissing me. I could taste my juices on her lips. I decided I liked the flavor, a little salty, tangy. Then the thought occurred to me that her juices were probably mingled with mine since she had sucked on her vibrator after doing herself with it. I decided then and there that I would taste her pussy. But first, of course, we needed to rest. The video had moved on to another scene, but we didn’t care. We held each other in the afterglow of our sex.

“Do you hate me?” she asked, obviously worried about what I was thinking about her activities with me, a pubescent girl 10 years younger.

“Hate you??! I LOVE YOU!!” I said and kissed her.

By Cheryl Taggert

The following story is fiction. Like most writers, I draw some of the minor details of my stories from my life. However, the sister and our story are totally fictional, unfortunately. It was actually written to try to deal with my sense of loss for never having the sister I longed for. The peripheral things in this story are true (my relationship with my family, the desire for a younger sister and the reasons for it, etc.). Only the parts about Kelsey are not (sadly).

There’s not much sex in this story, either, except at the end; it is a story about the characters and life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

I am Cheryl Taggert, and my life was Hell until a month ago. You see, for as long as I can remember I have wanted a sister to share my life with. When I was growing up, I envied all my friends who had sisters, especially those with younger sisters who were near their own age. I may have even blamed my mother, God rest her soul, for not producing a sister for me. Okay, not may have; I did. I used to want a sister who was no more than two years younger than I, or maybe even a twin. I know there is a certain psychological aspect to wanting an identical twin, especially as a lover, but that is precisely what I always wanted. After all, Narcissus I’m not, but I suppose I am close enough.

The fact is that I wanted a sister for more than just sexual love, though that was a part of it, I wanted a sister who would be there for me and allow me to be there for her. I wanted a sister to listen to and keep my secrets and who would allow me to listen to and keep hers. For years, I loved an imaginary sister. But the ache for a sister would be at its worst when I wanted someone to whom I could make love and not be judged by anything I did. I longed for the touch of another female, and who better to give that touch than a sister to whom I was closer than I was to anyone or anything else in the world? It got so bad that when I was fourteen, I would lay a full-length mirror on its edge along my bedroom floor, leaning it against a wall, and lie down, stretched in front of it, and masturbate, while imagining that my reflection was my twin, copying my every movement. Strange, I know. But, hey, that’s me, strange to the hilt and beyond measure. My first long-term partner was a girl who had been having a love affair with her sister for years, since they were quite young. This isn’t the first time I have wondered how much that had to do with my attraction to her.

But the past is not what I wanted to tell you about.

You see, it turns out that I do have a sister. She is sixteen, and only fourteen months younger than I am. Her name is Kelsey. Kelsey. It’s strange, but I have always loved that name. That fact alone makes me wonder if somewhere in my soul I knew about her all along. That what I really longed for was the sister my soul knew existed out there somewhere, but whose existence was strangely kept from me until a month ago.

It was then that my father approached me, actually came to my apartment to see me (you have no idea how big that is in itself) and told me something that will forever be a marker in my life. You see, I believe that there are markers in our lives. Things so important that we forever consider our lives in relation to that point, or marker. They are sort of like little signposts that we erect along the way, and after they occur, our lives are never the same again. Most are small, but essentially they become the measurement of our lives. Like Prufrock, I once measured my life with coffee spoons, but now I can measure it with the overwhelming knowledge that I have a sister.

Nothing will ever be the same.

When my father told me what mostly amounts to the news that I am no longer alone in the world, I didn’t believe him, thinking he was pulling some sort of sick joke, or maybe winning a bet of some kind, which would be even sicker than the joke. But when he looked down at the floor with what I now realize was shame and looked back at me, directly into the eyes I got from him while tears welled in his own, I knew he was telling me the truth.

I’d like to say I jumped up and down for joy and excitement, or even tell you I fainted, or perhaps felt so good about the news that my father and I reconciled, but I didn’t do any of those things. The fact is that I may have hated him even more for waiting sixteen years to tell me. But I didn’t do any of those things you might read about in books–bad books mostly. I just reached out with a hand that seemed strangely detached from my body and took the little piece of paper that held the address and phone number of the girl he had always known about but never shared with me. I noticed the address was in a nearby city, less than fifty miles away.

My only response to him was one word, “Why?” He knew what I meant, of course. He’d known I wanted a sister. My one word question represented many. Why had he and my mother not kept my sister but kept me? Why had they given her up in the first place? Why was he telling me now, sixteen years after my life should have been fulfilled? A million thoughts zipped through my strangely sluggish brain, one of the chief ones being that my parents had certainly long wished they’d kept her instead of me. After all, I had turned out to be the lesbian, which in my family was the same as saying Nazi, child killer, or some other word with such negative connotations that the mere mention of it could cause shudders of distaste. My mother rarely said the word, but when she did, it was as if she’d been saying “shit” as though there were some of the foul excrement in her mouth with all its stench.

To his credit, my father tried to answer my one-word question as best he could, knowing it would never be enough. He looked like someone standing before God Himself, explaining his sins while knowing there was no explanation for them that God would accept.

“We were so poor back then. We could barely afford you. You were still in diapers, and we decided that rather than raise two girls in poverty, we’d do the best we could with you and allow the other to be adopted. It was best for her, you see.”

Well, that is one thing I could certainly see, quite easily really, but not for the same reasons he was thinking. I was jealous of my baby sister without ever having met her because she had escaped being raised by these two people. But it wasn’t a hateful jealousy. Just an envious one, as if she had been the lucky one. I suddenly found myself wishing my parents had decided to give both of us up to one family. At least then we’d have been together–and without them.

But that was all water under the bridge…spilled milk… you pick the metaphor. The point was that my life had been what it was, and hers had been what it was. All we could do now was try our best to recapture the past sixteen years, all the while knowing that doing so was completely impossible, like making the water flow in the opposite direction under the bridge or un-spilling the milk.

“Does she know about me?”

“She knows she’s adopted, but other than that, I’m not sure. It all depends on what the adoption agency told them.”

I looked at my father, or at least the man who’d gotten my mother pregnant with me, and oh yes, my sister, and said, “Whatever.” Then I slowly shut the door in his face.

I stared at the slip of paper that held my past and my future. It was the physical manifestation of the marker that would define the rest of my life, forevermore putting my life’s days in two categories, BK and AK–Before Kelsey and After Kelsey. I had the sudden feeling that Publishers’ Clearing House had just knocked on my door.

Then the fear set in. A panic, really. What if she didn’t want to meet me? Get to know me? Talk to me just once on the phone, even? My heart hammered against my ribs with the words that shaped frightening reality: what if, what if, what if . . . ?

Then I lay down, right there on the carpet of my apartment’s small living room, and cried. I cried for what had never been and what had. Some people wallow in self-pity. That day, I embraced it, sadly not for the first time, hopefully for the last. Because I had a sister. No, I HAVE a sister.

If she would have me.

As dusk began to press against my door and windows, I rose and made my mind up that having a sister and not contacting her would be the same as never having had one, so I went to the phone before I lost my nerve and punched in the number from the tiny paper lifesaver I had been tossed after so many years.

“Hello?” It was a man’s voice. He sounded my dad’s age. I was so confused, expecting a girl around my own age to answer that I stammered for a moment.

“I, uhm, I – I’m sorry. I, uh, must have the, uh, wrong number.”

“What number were you calling?” the man asked. He sounded pleasant, kind. His voice had the quality of someone who wanted to help.

I read him the number on the paper, knowing full well how the conversation would proceed from there.

“Well, you have that number. Who were you trying to reach?”

I could barely talk, my throat was so dry. “Kelsey?” I said, making the statement a question, my voice nearly inaudible.

“Oh, yes. She’s here. Why didn’t you just ask? Hang on a sec’.”

I could hear him calling my sister to the phone and the feminine response from somewhere in their home that I couldn’t make out. His “Don’t know, some girl” let me know she’d probably asked who was calling.

For a moment, I thought of saying, “Tell her it’s her sister,” but I thankfully dismissed that idea. At least if I said nothing, I could hear her say hello if nothing else.

Then she was there. “Hello?” She sounded impatient, as if I’d interrupted something important. More important than I was, certainly.

“I’m sorry. You must be busy. I can call again later.”

“No. You’ve already called. What is it?”

She thought I was a telemarketer. Oh, God. This wasn’t going well at all.

“I’m… uhm…” Say it, dammit! Say it! “I’m… uh… your sister.”

The confusion in her voice was so clear it was almost a solid with a distinct shape as she said, “C’mon, this isn’t Trish. Who is it?”

Now she thought I was claiming to be her sister–her sister in her adopted family–but I clearly did not sound anything like her.

“No, not Trish,” I said, wondering how this might go and cursing my parents for the billionth time. I decided to plunge on. “Your birth sister.”

There was silence on the line. Complete and utter silence. I thought for a moment that my father had lied, that Kelsey was totally unaware she’d been adopted and I had just informed her of that fact, ruining her life with a marker better never found. I vaguely wished that my heart would stop pounding and my salivary glands would work.

The silence continued until I heard the man say from somewhere near my sister, who was obviously in shock, “Kelsey? Is something wrong?” Then I heard the tears. Whether of joy, fear, sadness, anger, or what, I couldn’t tell.

When she spoke, to the man not to me, I could tell the phone was not near her mouth. “Sister. It’s my sister. From my birth family.” And suddenly the man was on the phone.

“Who is this?” He didn’t sound angry or annoyed. What? Concerned?

“I’m sorry to bother you both. I’m sorry. I won’t call again,” I managed to say between my own sudden sobs and hung up.

I sat on the sofa, cradling the phone in my lap, and continued with the long cry I had started after hearing this news. Only now, I had someone fifty miles away that I had managed to get to join me in my misery. I pictured my tub, with my bleeding body lying in it, my arms slit to the hilt. I shook my head hard to clear that image from my brain. I’d survived too much to give up now.

When the phone rang five minutes later, I was startled and answered before the end of the first ring, as if I’d been waiting for the call, and in a way I had been all my life.

“Don’t hang up, PLEASE!” she said. “What’s your name?”

“Cheryl,” I said.

“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, but I’ve longed to talk to someone from my birth family since I was a child. You see, my parents never hid it from me that I was adopted. They told me they were lucky enough to choose their angel. But I always wanted to know my birth family. . . .”

She was talking too fast from nerves and excitement, practically rambling really. I knew because I did the same thing all the time. I either would clam up, as I was now, or go totally in the other direction, rambling like an idiot–but a cute idiot. Yes, she was my sister.

“. . . So when you said you were my birth sister, I sorta freaked, you know?” she continued. “But that’s because I just couldn’t believe it, you know? Oh, my GOD! I’m ACTUALLY talking to my sister! My FLESH AND BLOOD SISTER!”

“Yes.” It was all I could think of to say. I felt numb.

“Sorry. I kinda ramble when I get nervous and excited at the same time.”

“Yeah, I do that too.”

“You don’t sound very excited to talk to me. Are you okay? You did call to talk, right? I mean, this isn’t about asking for a kidney or anything, is it?”

I finally smiled for the first time since I had opened the door to find my father there. “No, of course not. I’m sorry. You see, I didn’t even know about you until today. Just about an hour ago, in fact.”

“Wow! Really? I didn’t like know who you were or anything, but I did know I had an older sister. Or are you another one, younger than me?”

Apparently, the circumstances of her birth and adoption had been shared with her family. “No, I’m the only birth sister you have,” I said. “I guess, anyway. They might be hiding another one for all I know.” I was trying to hide the sarcasm, but I guess it slipped through.

“Oh, yeah. I guess it sorta pissed you off that they hadn’t told you about me, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Wow. I guess you musta been still pretty young when I was born not to remember, huh?”

“My father just told me we are fourteen months apart.”

“Really? Wow! Then you’re only seventeen? Jeez. We have to meet! Oh, sorry. I’m assuming a lot. I mean, do you want to meet?”

My heart was pounding again, but for a different reason. I was instantly and madly in love with her. Just as I’d always been, really.

“I would love nothing better,” I said, willing myself not to go off on a ramble-fest with her, too afraid I would tell her more than I was ready to this soon. I pictured myself saying something so totally stupid she would decide to change her number and move, like, “I always fantasized about a sister. I saw us masturbating together and doing everything.” Fortunately, I held my tongue.

We made plans to meet that night at a restaurant about half way between us and have dinner, then stroll along the beach after and talk. Of course, my imagination had us doing much more than talking on the beach, but I realized I would have to give up on that idea. The moment for that to happen had long since passed.

As it turned out, I was wrong about that. Dead wrong. But I didn’t know that then.

Still, as I hung up to shower and get ready, it occurred to me that *69, ironically, may have saved my life. After all, she had bothered to return the call. And now she wanted to actually meet and talk.

******

We had talked on the phone about what we would be wearing and such so that we would recognize each other, but as it turned out that wasn’t necessary. She had arrived first and she stood outside the seafood restaurant waiting. As I drove up, she didn’t see me, and for a moment I just sat in my car and looked at her. The family resemblance was amazing. We had the same eyes and our noses were our mother’s. Her jawline was narrower, like my mother’s, but I had my–our–father’s, stronger and less “sharp.” Her lips? They just looked kissable to me right then, and for the first time, I wondered if I could get through this night without reaching out, hugging her gorgeous, slender body to mine, and kissing her with all the passion of long-lost lovers, which to me, we were.

As I climbed out of my car and approached her, she saw me and ran into my arms, squealing like a schoolgirl and kissing my cheek hard. We stood there hugging and crying for so long that people began to stare, but I didn’t care, and I doubt she did either.

We stepped back from each other and, wiping my eyes, I said, “Thank God for waterproof mascara.” She laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes as well.

We entered the restaurant and were soon seated.

“I love this place. It has the best seafood in the area,” she said, which started us on a conversation about near misses. This was one of my favorite restaurants as well, and we wondered if there were ever a day we were there at the same time. This led to other places we loved to go. As it turned out, we had the same favorite beach, a state park with clean bathrooms and showers, and we had been to a number of the same ball games, such as a Miami Dolphins game just a few weeks before. She had come with some friends, as had I. And it turned out we were only one section away from each other.

“Gee,” she said, “we could have like bumped into each other and never known it.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I would have recognized the family resemblance at least. You look just like our mother, only with our father’s eyes.”

“Really? Do you think they would like to meet me?”

I could hear the fear in her voice. I didn’t want to verify that fear of rejection, but I also didn’t want to lie to her.

“Well, I have to be honest with you–”

“It’s okay. We have each other,” she said, cutting me off. “I mean, they didn’t want me then, why would they now?”

The waiter brought my salad, and I looked down at it, wondering how to tell her everything.

“What?” she asked. “There’s something you want to tell me. Go ahead. What is it?”

God. How could she never have met me and know me so well? I guess there’s something to say about genetics. “Well, our mother’s dead. I’m sorry. She died a few years ago. Her heart.”

“Oh, well. You have pictures, though. Lemme see them. I’m anxious to know how much I look like her.”

“Take my word for it. Except for our father’s eyes, you do. It’s scary, in fact.”

“Show me,” she said, tapping the table with both hands impatiently.

Hmm. Honesty time. And way too soon for my taste. I looked down at my salad again. She stopped tapping the table and reached across and took my hands in hers.

“Cheryl? Honey, what is it? We’re sisters…..BLOOD sisters….You can tell me.”

I looked at her, tears welling. “I don’t carry pictures of our parents. I haven’t for years.”

“Oh.” She was starting to get the idea that maybe she’d been the fortunate one after all. “Were they mean? Did they beat you?”

“Well…” I started.

“Oh, God. Did our dad, like, rape you?” she interrupted.

“No, nothing like that. They just… well, they just decided they didn’t want to see me again.”

It was her turn to well up. “Oh, Honey. I’m so sorry. But why? What happened?”

“You’re my sister, right?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll love me no matter what?”

“Oh, honey, yes. Of course I will. I mean, I’ve waited for this all my life. I’ve loved you forever. I used to lie in bed and imagine us lying there together and talking into the night. I mean, Trish, who’s my adopted family sister, would talk to me and stuff, but she’s like five years older than I am, so that sorta made it different. But you’re like the confidante I’ve always longed for, you know? I will love you no matter what. Even if you, like, killed someone. That wouldn’t matter. I will ALWAYS love you.”

Now tears were running down my cheeks, despite my efforts to stop them. I could have said that to her. Word for word, except about having an older sister.

“What is it?” she pleaded, genuinely wanting to know.

I looked her in the eyes; I wanted to see her first reaction to what I was going to say. She stared back, directly into mine, and I had the sensation of falling into a deep well, completely consumed by the beauty of those eyes. They were my father’s eyes, true, but she made them beautiful in a way I had never recognized in myself.

Looking directly into her eyes, I said, “Kelsey. Your sister’s a lesbian.”

And she laughed. And in a way, that was the best thing she could have done, because the laughter touched her eyes, and I could see that my sexuality was of no consequence to her. Or at least that is what I saw and felt then. The fact is that my statement of being a lesbian put other things in motion.

“Is that all?? They disowned you because you’re a–she paused, lowering her voice–a lesbian?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. They were really weird, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it. Then it doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?”

“I don’t know. If you’d grown up feeling the shame I’ve always been made to feel, you’d think it was one of the world’s worst crimes.”

“Well, it isn’t. You think I’m all innocent and stuff just cuz I’m your little sister?”

“No, I don’t. I mean you’re sixteen and very pretty, so of course you aren’t innocent. The boys probably form a line outside your home just for a date.”

She smiled. That smile could light Miami. It certainly lit my heart. Then she squirmed in her seat a little to lean closer across the table. With a devilish twinkle in her eyes, she said, “Well, not just the guys.”

“You mean you…”

“Well, I’m not exactly a…” again she lowered her voice “… a lesbian, but I guess you’d say I’m bi.”

My God. My heart was about to pound its way out of my chest. “Have you ever been with a girl?”

“Yes. Plenty of times.”

I was more than curious. “Who was it? When?”

It was Kelsey’s turn to pause. She obviously hadn’t expected me to ask that. “Well, it was kinda weird. REALLY weird, in fact.” She began to blush, her face growing a deep red.

Then it hit me, and I was suddenly jealous. The look on her face said it all. It was Trish, her sister in her adopted family. The sister she ended up with, ironically, had done what I wanted to do all those years ago. It was almost as if it were pre-determined that her sister would introduce her to lesbian sex.

Only it was the wrong sister.

Again, I wondered if our souls were somehow linked and I had masturbated to fantasies about the two of us precisely when she was busy with Trish.

“What is it?” she asked. Apparently, my mouth must have been hanging open.

“It was your sister, wasn’t it? Trish.”

Her brow furrowed a bit and her eyes welled up again. “How did you know? Do you think I’m all weird now? I wasn’t going to actually tell you.”

“No, I don’t think you are all weird now. I love you. Just like you love me.” Then I looked in her eyes. “Maybe more so.”

“It wasn’t like we were like blood relatives, and anyway, that’s only a danger when it’s a brother or another guy in your family. Trish couldn’t exactly get me pregnant. I mean, there was no inbreeding taking place or anything. We were just sisters having fun together. It was more fun than doing it alone.” Then what I’d said hit her. “What did you mean, ‘Maybe more so,’ anyway?”

I looked into those gorgeous eyes again and let her know the full extent of my lifelong love for her.

“I used to masturbate at night, wishing I had a sister about your age to do it with. I still do, in fact. The last time was just a few days ago.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“Masturbating or fantasizing about a sister?”

She thought for a second. “Both.”

“Well, I’ve been masturbating nearly my entire life, ever since I discovered how good it felt to ride a rocking horse when I was about four. You?”

“I found out it felt good when I was five or so, but I didn’t know about masturbation until I was eight and walked in on Trish.”

“What did she do?”

“Let me watch until she came. She always loved being watched. We started masturbating together after that, and when I was twelve, we really got into it. So how long have you had the sister fantasy?”

“That started when I was about ten or eleven. I’ve actually placed a full-length mirror on the floor and imagined I had a twin.”

I could tell from the look on her face that she was thinking–coming to a decision. It didn’t take long.

“Really? You used to fantasize about me even before you knew I was alive?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes got that devilish twinkle again as she leaned forward again and said, “Let’s finish our meals and go for that walk on the beach. I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Really? You want to…?”

“If you do. To be honest, my pussy started getting wet when I first laid eyes on you.”

I swallowed. Hard. “Mine, too.”

“Then it’s settled,” she said, smiling. “Eat up.”

I grinned. “Oh, I intend to.”

I couldn’t believe it, but then again, I could. She was my sister, after all. There was obviously a genetic similarity, and perhaps that similarity had led to our being similar in other ways as well, such as incestuously inclined toward a sister.

We finished our dinner and I stopped at my car for a blanket to lay out on the beach. It would be sandy, but that was fine. At least I would be with my sister. My real, flesh and blood, sexy, loving sister.

We found a secluded spot and spread the blanket. I lay down and she joined me there. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked into those eyes that had mesmerized me all evening.

“I love you, you know,” I said, nearly panting my desire was so great.

“I know. I love you, too,” she said and closed her eyes and waited for my kiss as if she’d done it every day of her life. I didn’t make her wait long.

We lay there and kissed, tongues dueling gently but passionately. Her lips would melt butter, just as her eyes had melted my heart and soul.

I could feel the heat of her before my hands moved to her breasts. They were not too large, only a B cup on her slender frame. She had shed her bra while we walked on the beach, carrying it in one hand while holding my hand with the other, and I had done the same. I lifted her shirt and exposed her lovely breasts. I was not surprised that her nipples were the same chocolate brown as mine, with the same small protruding nipple that grew nearly a quarter of an inch to form delectable tips. I smiled and lifted my shirt to let her see how nearly we were twins. My breasts were only slightly fuller than her own, a C cup. She began to lick and suck my nipples as well.

“It’s almost like sucking my own nipples,” she said, bestowing a kiss on my left breast.

Soon, we were getting hot enough to need more. My hands found the snap to her jeans, and she helped me get the pants off, revealing her panties. I returned the favor. We were down to nothing but the cotton low riders we each wore. I moved into the sixty-nine position, and I felt her fingers grasp the elastic of my panties and pull them to my knees. Wiggling my legs, I helped her get them all the way off. She buried her face into my most tender spot and began to kiss and lick my clit and labia with a wild abandon. After removing her panties, I returned the favor.

As we licked and sucked, I could feel her fingers playing with my anus. I could tell she was wondering if she should enter me there. I wanted to put her at ease. “Finger my ass. Whatever you like to do, I probably like as well.”

Her finger plunged in. Soon we were humping each other’s fingers and devouring the wettest regions on each other’s body. Her juices were flowing from her like water over a dam, cascading into my mouth as I licked and sucked the mound that I had dreamt of nearly all my life.

I felt the orgasm building, and from the way she was bucking up and down on my face, she was close as well. Finally, she pushed her hips into my face and held them there and began to scream out her orgasm, legs, belly, and buttocks shivering with the immensity of it. Within seconds of the arrival of her own orgasm, mine began.

Afterward, we lay on the blanket, cuddling together as I had always wanted. We were both crying quietly, happy in our love to the point that it overflowed our hearts into our eyes and cascaded down to lips that we tenderly kissed, bringing the salty tears into ourselves, and thus swallowing the happiness of the other.

I told Kelsey that Trish had waited a lot longer than I would have. “I’d have been doing it with you from the time you were six.” I was jealous, but I had won out in the long run.

“Well, there was an age difference we don’t have. Five years is a long time when you’re eight and your partner is thirteen.” That got me to thinking about Trish. Did she share my other passion? The one I could not tell Kelsey, no matter what?

We returned to our cars and Kelsey followed me home. We spent the night together for the first time, and we lost count of the orgasms. It’s been a month since that first night. She is moving in with me next week.

As I said, until a month ago, my life was a living Hell.

One month and Kelsey have made it heaven.

This was the beginning of a story that was sent to me by an online friend, who asked me to finish it. I did. I retain all copyrights on the story. I found it interesting to try to see such a seduction from the point-of-view of a straight woman. I hope you enjoy it!

By Cheryl Taggert

Have you ever needed to be somewhere you could think about where your life was headed? A place where there would be no familiar sights or sounds to distract you? As I drove through the city on this Saturday afternoon I wanted — no, needed — such a place. Not home for sure. Too many memories there that I wanted to sort out. Not the park either. Men are always hitting on young women that are alone there. I didn’t need that today.

I passed a movie theater and thought that would be the perfect place. I could find a seat where I would be by myself, close my eyes, and think. I had been so looking forward to my date tonight. Dinner and dancing and loving later. My boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend, called and canceled. The bastard said he needed some time to think about our relationship. I wondered if the pretty redhead I had seen him talking to had anything to do with his needing to think. Men and women break up all the time, but this SOB didn’t even break up with me face to face. What kind of jerk breaks up on the phone? We had been dating for six weeks. The sex wasn’t great but was improving.

I bought a ticket to the next show, without even looking to see what was playing. I just hoped the theater wouldn’t be crowded so I could sit alone.

Just as the lights dimmed for the coming attractions, I felt someone sit down on either side of me. I looked to my right and there sat the prettiest young girl I have ever seen. About 12 years old, she had long blonde hair and the bluest eyes. She was wearing matching pink shorts and halter, revealing about three inches of midriff. She smiled, showing perfect white teeth. Her eyes sparkled.

I looked to my left to see who was sitting there and to my surprise it was the exact same girl. Well, she was the identical twin of the one on my right. I don’t see how even their mother could tell them apart. She smiled that same sweet smile.

I whispered, “Would you like to change seats with me so you can sit by your sister?”

She smiled and said, “No, when we sit together we talk and giggle and that bothers the people around us.”

I thought to myself that these were such nice girls. So pretty and well-mannered. Most times girls that pretty are self-centered and spoiled rotten. I decided their parents must be so proud of them. It was obvious they were being raised properly.

The next preview started and I felt the girls shift in their seats toward me. I felt their shoulders pushing against mine. I thought this probably gave them a sense of security. A third preview started and to my great surprise, I felt a hand placed on both my legs. I had both my arms on the arm rests, so I guessed they just need a place to put their hands. I could feel the heat from their skin even through my skirt.

I glanced at both and they were looking straight ahead with no expression on their darling faces. Then as if their hands were being controlled by the same muscle, they cupped my knees. I didn’t know what to do. Should I push their hands away? I had to admit this was getting exciting. I was being felt up by two gorgeous pre-teen twins. I decided to see just how far they would go. In perfect sync they started gently squeezing my knees. A few minutes later and again with perfect timing they moved their hands to the insides of my knees and pulled my legs apart about a foot.

‘My god.’ I thought to myself. What on earth was going on? I should stop them but I couldn’t. I was actually getting turned on by the daring touches of these pubescent girls.  I was so surprised by this, I didn’t even question what was happening.

The feature started and soon their hands started inching up. About an inch up and a half inch back in perfect sync. While doing this they gently squeezed inside my legs. Slowly, they made their way up, moving my skirt higher and higher. It seemed it took them forever to reach my panties, and by now I was on fire. I could feel that my pussy was soaking wet. I looked down and even in the dim light I could see a glistening spot, revealing that indeed my panties were wet. I guessed my pussy juice was running down to the crack of my ass and getting the seat wet too, but I didn’t care. I wanted so badly to feel their fingers on my pussy, but at the leg band they started back down again.

I wanted to beg them to play with my clit but I didn’t. I knew by now that these girls had done this before and knew exactly what they were doing. I also knew that eventually they would finish me. They would not leave me hanging.

After several times up and down my legs they finally touched my pussy. Nothing has ever felt so good. The little nymph on my left whispered in my ear, “Lift up your butt so we can take your panties off.”

I did as she asked, and they both pulled them down far enough that gravity took over and my soaked panties fell to the floor. I lifted my foot up and slid them off, putting them in my purse beside me so as not to restrict my legs from opening wide. This was, of course, what I did. My pussy was on display for anyone to see who might look that way, but the theater was mostly deserted, except for a few couples scattered here and there. I thanked my lucky stars that I preferred to sit in the rear area of theaters.

They started playing with my pussy. They tickled and rubbed, they pulled at my pubic hair, they were driving me mad. I wanted those little fingers inside me. I could hardly breathe, but when I did I could smell my excitement. I tried to remain as quiet as possible to keep those in the theater from hearing me.

Finally I felt two fingers enter me and slowly move in and out while another started rubbing my clit. Every nerve in my body responded. I had never experienced anything like this. I felt their breath in my ears as they both whispered, “Cum for us. Please.”

My body stiffened and my legs shot straight. My toes were pointed straight as well. Just as the credits started I came and came. It was wonderful. When I returned to earth the twin on my right whispered, “My name is Lynn.”

The one on my left whispered, “My name is Linda.” I somehow got out that my name was Carol.

Lynn whispered seductively, “Same theater next week.”

Linda breathed into my other ear, “And don’t wear any panties.”

With that they got up and left. And I started what seemed to be the longest week of my life as I waited for my date with those two lovely girls.

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I must have masturbated a dozen times that week. My mind kept going back to those sweet, lovely little teenagers and their magic fingers. They certainly were experienced, and the thought that they were twins was almost excruciating in its eroticism. My orgasms were more intense that week than they had ever been, even when I was the age of Lynn and Linda and the newness of sexual climax made each one so special. I almost cried when the day finally arrived for me to meet my lovely young friends again.

The same feature was playing, but of course I didn’t care. I bought my ticket and entered the same theater, hoping the girls could make it as well. I didn’t know what I would do if they didn’t come. The pun made me smile as I entered the dark theater, and turned down the back row to find “my” seat. But when I looked at the seat where I had been the previous week, I saw that there were already two people sitting on each side of “my” spot. It was dark and I was wondering how the twins would find me in there when I realized the two people were Lynn and Linda. My eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness, and I could see their blond hair gleaming against the lights of the projected images on the screen. I smiled with more relief than I thought I would feel and moved toward my seat. My pussy was already very warm and wet, and I complimented myself on my choice of attire, a denim skirt that would not show the moisture that would certainly be dripping down the crevice of my pert ass and into my seat. As it turned out, I didn’t have to worry about that, though.

Lynn and Linda smiled at me as I moved between them to take my seat. I didn’t know which one was on my left and which was on my right, but of course that didn’t matter, but I wanted to be sure I called them by name correctly.

“Which one is Lynn?” I asked, tucking my denim skirt under my ass and sitting.

The nymphet on my left leaned in and kissed my neck just below my earlobe. “I’m Lynn,” she breathed into my ear. I shuddered deliciously at the thrill of feeling her breath and kiss on my sensitive neck.

“And I’m Linda,” said the beautiful, young teenager on my right, taking my face and turning it to her for the proffered kiss. Her lips felt like warm, buttery cotton.

“Did you wear panties?” Lynn asked.

“No,” I sighed, still not believing I was doing this.

“Good. We aren’t either,” she said, placing her hands at the hem of her skirt and pulling up, exposing her beautiful, downy pussy. In the dark theater, the blond hair shown like silk. It was so sparse I could see the swollen pussy lips beneath the thin covering. Linda followed suit, lifting her pert ass and sliding her own skirt up. They were now sitting with their bare asses on the seats. I saw they too had worn denim to help disguise the wet spots that had certainly formed on the back of their skirts.

I looked at the twin pussies and gasped aloud. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this wonderful treat, but whatever it was, I was happy I had done it.

Each twin reached for the hem of my skirt and began to tug. I lifted my ass and allowed them to pull my skirt up, exposing my steamy pussy to their gaze. And gaze they did. I could almost feel their mouths watering.

As the movie started, each teen placed a hand on my burning gash and I placed one hand on each girl’s slit in return. We sat there watching, slowly working our fingers in and around our pussies. I marveled at the similarity of Lynn’s and Linda’s pussy. Even the folds of skin and their little clits were identical.

The girls were very hot already, each pussy drenched in their juices, and I could hear the wet sounds of my fingers as they explored the slick inner crevices of the girls’ pussies. Again I was glad that the theater was mostly empty. If anyone had been sitting close by, they would have been aroused to suspicion by the wet masturbatory sounds. Or maybe just aroused; I didn’t know.

The twins were starting to squirm, as was I, and then they did something I didn’t expect. Lynn broke free of my touch and knelt before me in the dark theater. I spread my legs farther as she quickly placed her face at my pussy. She wasted no time in moving into the wetness of my cunt and licking me. I thought I was going to cum right then, and loudly. I realized that maybe this was not the best place to be doing this.

“Girls–girls,” I breathed, spasming delightfully.

We all stopped what we were doing.

Their eyes, lust-filled, looked at me as if I had lost my mind for stopping.

“Why don’t we go somewhere we can have more fun and be alone and private?”

The twins looked at each other, deciding between them wordlessly what to answer. I remembered the studies that showed twins often had some sort of mental telepathy, an unspoken way of communicating. I could see their teeth sparkle as they smiled simultaneously.

“Like where?” they questioned in unison. It was like one person in two bodies. Two bodies that were mine for the taking.

“How about my place?” I was starting to calm down a bit now, and for the first time felt I could make it home without the need to come.

Again the shared look from the twins. “We’ll need to call home and tell our mom she doesn’t need to pick us up,” said Linda.

“You can’t tell her you are going home with a strange woman,” I said, wondering what the twins would say wordlessly to each other.

This time Lynn spoke after the shared look. “We’ll tell her we met a friend of ours and we are going to do some shopping with her and will get a ride home.”

“Then why are we still sitting here?” I asked and began to arrange my skirt to leave the theater.

As we got into the car, Lynn took the front seat beside me and Linda took the backseat to herself. On the way to my home, the girls treated me to a show. They turned to look at each other and masturbated calmly. Their fingers were keeping their pussies on simmer, it seemed. Neither of them came, but the show was a wild one nonetheless. I could barely concentrate on my driving from watching the two sweet girls playing with their pussies. I noticed they would look at each other’s pussy and then into each other’s eyes while slowly rubbing their fleshy mounds.

As we arrived at my home, I pushed the button to open my garage. I drove in and we all went indoors. I led the way to the bedroom. By the time we were there, the girls had stripped out of their clothes completely. They stood naked before me and reached out in unison to undress me. Their hands unbuttoned my blouse and peeled the top from my body. They unclasped my bra and removed it, tossing it aside. Lynn (or was it Linda?) undid the button of my skirt while the other unzipped it, causing the denim to fall in a puddle around my feet. We tumbled onto the king-sized bed, laughing and touching.

Their bodies were totally identical, except that now I was realizing they were more like mirror images of each other. Lynn had a small latte-colored birthmark on the outside of her left thigh, while Linda had one on the outside of her right thigh, in the same exact spot. Each had a small mole on the outside of her breast, but on opposite breasts. As I became more intimate with the girls’ bodies, I began to notice more of these mirror-image details. It was truly amazing to see and contemplate. I began to know the girls’ differences and began to associate Lynn with the left, since her “blemishes” and such were mostly on her left side while Linda’s were on her right.

Their breasts were capped by aureoles and nipples so red they looked as if they were colored with lipstick. I began to refer to them as my strawberries, or my strawberry ice cream cones since their breasts were cone-shaped. My own nipples were a deep brown, and they called them their chocolate drops. Their pussies, however, were totally identical. It was as if this was the center of each girl’s being, the thing they shared totally as the same. It was neither left nor right, but central. I smiled at the appropriateness of this similarity.

As we rolled and giggled on the bed, the girls moved to form a chain, lips to cunt. Lynn moved to my pussy while Linda ate Lynn. I feasted on Linda. My mouth devoured her. Her downy twelve-year-old pussy filled my vision.

My lips teased her clit, urging it out of its hiding place beneath the slick hood. It responded immediately. I felt Lynn’s mouth start to move on my own pussy, making it ache with the need to cum. I marveled at the taste of Linda’s pussy. It was so fresh tasting, so clean and lovely. Not a strong taste at all. It made her think of the fact that so many called pussy juice “honey” or “nectar.”  These were such appropriate words for this girl’s pussy fluids.

Linda’s hips began to rock against my mouth rhythmically. Moans escaped her throat, sounds of ecstasy that were drowned in her sister’s pussy. I stole a glance at the scene of the two girls, so identical, as Linda ate Lynn’s pussy, that pussy that was so much like hers. I began to wish I had had a twin sister.

I placed a finger at the entrance to Linda’s pussy and pushed. The finger was swallowed into the wetness. I began to work it in and out, finger-fucking her beautiful pussy as my tongue and lips moved around the clit, feeling the nub’s hardness against my tongue and teeth. Curling my finger toward the back of the pubic bone, I began to massage the spot behind her clit, her G-spot. She began to thrash around, nearly screaming into her twin sister’s pussy. My ears picked up the sound distantly as another sound filled my ears, a sound that was closer. I suddenly realized it was my own squeals of delight. I was moaning into Linda’s pussy as her twin sister licked and sucked on my pussy.

I realized my hips were bucking about, pushing into Lynn’s mouth, straining to increase the pressure against my searing clit. I was in some sort of sexual trance. My body was responding on its own, totally devoid of conscious thought. It was as if my brain had disconnected and my pussy had taken over my body.

Opening my mouth wide, I placed it over Linda’s pussy, covering all of it except for her vaginal opening, where my fingers still worked in and out, pressing against her G-spot. From some mental distance, I realized she was about to cum. I also felt the vibrations of Lynn’s throaty moans and grunts as she approached a climax. I was amazed, or perhaps I was no longer so surprised, that they were approaching their orgasms simultaneously. They seemed at the exact same point in their excitement. I knew they would cum together. I also knew I would follow them. Their youth had many advantages, and cumming quickly and often was one.

They began to buck and squirm, as their orgasms began to build. My mouth stayed with little Linda’s pussy as it heaved and pushed against my lips and tongue. My finger continued to plunge into her pussy, pistoning in and out, rubbing her insides thoroughly and bringing her orgasm into a crescendo. They screamed and grunted as their climaxes peaked at the same time. I could feel Linda’s vagina squeeze my finger as if it was afraid it would leave and wanted to stop it from doing so at all costs.

The twins lay back, catching their breath, as I did the same. My jaw hurt, but I was happy I had brought the little one to a crashing orgasm. I began to wonder if I was really responsible for that though. Perhaps Linda would have cum just from bringing Lynn to a climax. They seemed to be that much in tune with one another.

“Carol hasn’t cum yet,” said Lynn, breathing deeply.

“We’ll have to take care of that,” answered Linda, a mischievous smile touching her face and giving her an impish look.

The twins adjusted their bodies so they could each get to my pussy. Moving their faces closer, I felt both pairs of lips move to my slick lower ones. They began to kiss each other and my pussy at the same time. My clit became caught between the sisters’ mouths, their tongues and lips devouring it as they devoured each other. Each stretching one arm, they began pinching my nipples while the other hand of each girl moved to my pussy and ass. Lynn put a finger just inside my asshole while Linda began to finger my cunt. I knew I was not long from a massive orgasm. I could feel it beginning to form deep inside me.

I began to heave and spasm. Tremors rocked my body, causing it to move on its own. Again I was aware that my mind was no longer in control of my body. My pussy was calling all the shots. I let go and allowed it to happen.

I felt the orgasm build, moving toward my loins like a runaway truck. I felt the sweat that bathed my body and the tingles that were rapidly approaching. The sweat was like some conductor of electricity, spreading the charge of my approaching climax over the whole of my body.

My cum crashed into and over my body like tidal waves of perfect lust and sensation. I made sounds that my ears picked up from afar, as if they were the ears of an onlooker, and in a way, my body was disconnected from my brain. My pussy was the supreme ruler now, and my brain was on stand-by, waiting to be given control of my body once again. The strange animal sounds pierced the room, cascading around the walls in an echo of joy and the realization that I may never cum like this again. I moved with the orgasm, as if trying to stay with it and make it last as long as possible. Wave after wave pounded my body; pulses that issued from my pussy wracked my stomach into joyful spasms of divine appreciation. I felt I was cumming as no woman had ever cum before, and I thought to myself that if heaven was like this, then I would happily die at that moment.

I became vaguely aware that the twin twelve-year-old girls of my dreams were still kissing, but no longer with my pussy between their mouths. All sensation stopped except for the gentle cascading of my orgasm as it waned. I was coming back to earth; my brain was starting to function again, taking over my body.

I heaved for breath as I realized I was falling in love with these two cherubs. Little angels of lust, they were, and I was in need of them as surely as plants need water. I could see they loved each other dearly as well. I imagined them together since birth, sharing their lusts and desires. Perhaps even doing things as very young babies. I wouldn’t have been surprised at all to learn they had explored each other as early as age three.

They looked at me and smiled twin smiles. Their blue eyes flashed at me with a sort of conspiracy.

“There’s a double feature at the Rialto every Saturday,” said Lynn, mentioning a different theater as if they had suddenly thought of this and telegraphed it to each other. “Should we make this a weekly thing? That would give us about three or four hours together.”

I smiled and nodded happily, about the only thing I could do physically at the time. My body just wouldn’t respond at all to my brain except for that, so exhausted had my orgasm made me. I was in love and I would do anything to be with my new friends.

They smiled again and began to kiss some more as I watched. I was too tired for more, but apparently they were going to go again. I watched as they began to explore each other’s body with practiced hands that knew exactly what to do to the other. They cupped each other’s breasts as they made out, each curling her tongue into her sister’s mouth. They tweaked each other’s nipples, those identical strawberry ice cream cones that I grew to love.

It is now three years since we met, and I haven’t regretted a minute of it. We get together every week.  Sometimes they work to satisfy me and sometimes I work to satisfy them.  But mostly we satisfy each other, and when they reach eighteen, they plan on moving in with me.

I can’t wait.

You Call This a Seduction?

By Cheryl Taggert

I was a little nervous as we rang the doorbell at the Graysons’. A car I didn’t recognize was in their driveway and I figured it must belong to Randi. It did. As it turned out, she’s the one who answered the door, though I thought it was Ronni.

“Hi, Ronni,” I said, suddenly wondering how this would all turn out.

“Actually, I’m Randi. Ronni’s in the den. Won’t you come in?” She was looking at Aunt Emmy, obviously wondering who she was. She’d almost certainly seen my mom in Ronni’s DVD of her, and Aunt Emmy was too young to be my mom anyway.

“Hi, I’m Cheryl’s Aunt Emily,” said Aunt Emmy, offering her hand to Randi.

“Oh, of course. I’m Randi Craig, Ronni’s sister.”

“Yes,” said Aunt Emmy, “Cheryl’s told me a lot about you.” She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she said this, and I wanted to sink through the floor. I’d never met Randi before, so the only “a lot” I COULD have told Aunt Emmy about her was that she was in the video having sex with Ronni.

“I see,” said Randi, before looking down at me. Her smile was not as bright as it had been when she’d opened the door. I prayed that Aunt Emmy knew what she was doing and wouldn’t blow this for me. I had started to look forward to all the fun I would be having with this family of very desirable women, not to mention little Emily. I was even hoping I could give Mr. Grayson a few blowjobs and let him lick my pussy. After all, I am bi, not a lesbian, and Mr. Grayson was sexy.

We started for the den, Randi leading the way. “So you have the same name as my niece,” Randi said to Aunt Emmy.

“Yes. I hope she loves her name as much as I love mine.”

We entered the den and found Ronni waiting for us, a glass of something cold in her hand. She, too, looked wonderingly at Aunt Emmy.

“This is–” began Randi, but Aunt Emmy interrupted her.

“I’m Emily, Cheryl’s aunt. She’s told me a LOT about you.” Then turning towards Randi, she said, “and your twin. My, you are both so beautiful. You take my breath away.”

Ronni took charge. “Yes, well, won’t you sit down and join us for a little while.”

“Actually, joining you is exactly what I had in mind. Where’s the little one?” she asked, meaning Emily.

“She’s in her room, playing with her puppy,” said Ronni. She didn’t look upset exactly. She looked more confused than anything.

“Or maybe the puppy’s playing with her, eh?” said Aunt Emmy, her eyebrows arching.

Ronni then looked a little angry. Her eyes flashed as she said, “I’m sorry. You seem to be talking in riddles or something. What exactly do you mean by that?”

“I’ll cut to the chase,” said Emmy. “I slept with Cheryl last night when she got home. We ended up having sex, and not for the first time and certainly not for the last. She told me about what will happen today, and I figured that now that we have enough information about each other to send everyone to jail, I was sort of hoping to get in on this.”

The twins looked stunned. Ronni said, “You mean that you…”

“Yep. And I loved licking Cheryl’s pussy as much as you did last night. I can tell you that I am at least as good in bed as Cheryl is and you certainly won’t regret inviting me to this little orgy. I have a lot of experience seducing girls little Emily’s age, so I’m an asset, not a liability. Will Emily remain in her room for a while?”

“Uhm, yes,” Ronni said.

With that, Aunt Emmy stood up and took off her top. She was not wearing a bra, and when her shorts came down, we saw she wasn’t wearing panties either. Within ten seconds from standing, she was completely naked in front of us. She lay on the floor and crooked her finger at me. I moved to her and she pointed at her shaved pussy. “Are you hungry?” she asked, and I glanced at the twins to make sure they were looking, which of course they were, and I moved in immediately, covering Aunt Emmy’s pussy with my mouth.

As I did, I reached down and started pulling my shorts down, along with my panties. I wanted to be as naked as my aunt. I was having trouble reaching them and still being able to lick Aunt Emmy, but suddenly a pair of hands were helping me. Looking at the small sofa, I saw that Ronni, who was at least dressed differently from Randi, was just watching, which meant that Randi, the one who liked to tell her sister about her fantasies of having sex with her niece, was the one removing my clothes. As soon as my lower half was naked, I felt a tongue at my butthole. Mmmm. That did feel good.

Ronni got down from the sofa and was now kissing Aunt Emmy, any animosity forgotten. Her hands were kneading the flesh of her boobs and pinching her nipples. Aunt Emmy was already starting to climb the ladder of orgasms, as she called it. I recognized her breathing patterns and the little moans that erupted with each exhale. I went to work in earnest, trying to break all records for speed of bringing someone off with my mouth.

Soon, Aunt Emmy was squealing and I re-doubled my efforts. My tongue was sliding all around her clit and my fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy, my thumb pressing into her butthole with each inward stroke.

Then she came. And boy did she come. Apparently, this whole thing had gotten her really hot, because I could barely keep up with her bouncing hips.

Ronni had unbuttoned her top and was pinching her own nipples as she sucked and nibbled Aunt Emmy’s. Randi was behind me still licking my ass. Aunt Emmy was starting to recover, and I was lying with my face against her pussy, kissing it and catching my breath, while still dealing with the wonderful sensations Randi was giving my butthole. And Emily? The little one that was expected to stay in her room? She was standing at the doorway to the den, watching wide-eyed. We didn’t realize this until we heard her gasp.

Four panicked pairs of eyes turned to look at her at once. Her own eyes, already saucer-sized, got even bigger at having been seen looking at us, and she did what any six-year-old will do when caught doing what she figured she shouldn’t be doing. She turned and ran to her room.

We all immediately disentangled ourselves from each other and started down the hallway, calling her name. Her door was closed but not locked, thank goodness, and we all entered the room in a sort of bundle of flesh in various states of undress. Randi and Ronni both had their tops undone with no bra to hide their tits. I was without bottoms, and the short top I had on came nowhere near to covering my pussy or my ass, which had saliva gathered at the asshole, an oddly pleasant feeling. Aunt Emmy, of course, had us all beat. She was as naked as the day she was born.

In any other circumstance, this would have probably looked hilarious, but this was not such a circumstance. Emily had been frightened by what her mommy, aunt, babysitter, and a strange teenager were doing. It had been fine to play around with me; we were nearly the same age, but seeing us doing what we’d been doing was unexpected.

Ronni immediately went to her to calm her down, cooing loving words to her. Emily, of course, was crying. Finally, Aunt Emmy suggested everyone else leave the room and give her some time with Emily. Perhaps it was because we weren’t sure what else to do, but we did just that. We all went out into the hallway and left Emily with my naked aunt.

We heard quiet talking followed by a weepy response. I heard my aunt tell her that they had the same name, which was the first thing that seemed to cause Emily to change from crying to just sniffles. Then Aunt Emmy started talking to Emily. Soon they were in full conversation. After a bit, the door opened, and Aunt Emmy, with a likewise naked Emily, stood in the doorway. To our surprise, Emily was smiling.

“Is it true?!” she asked. We all wondered what she was talking about. She sounded as if Aunt Emmy had told her we were taking her this very afternoon on a trip to every amusement park in the world.

As it turned out, she sort of had.

“Is what true?” asked Ronni.

“That you want all of us to play naked games together and get those special feelings from each other?”

“Uh.” Ronni looked around, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Well is it?!”

Finally Ronni looked down at her daughter, the sexually precocious Emily, and answered her question. “Well, yes. Do you want that?”

“YIPPEE!” she answered. jumping up and down in place and clapping, meaning of course she did.

Randi took Emily by the hand and led her to the bed, obviously intent on making her favorite fantasy come true before any of us changed our mind.

Ronni looked at Aunt Emmy. “How did you do that?”

“Easy. I just told her the truth. Based on what Cheryl had told me I knew she was up for it. After I told her that I was Cheryl’s aunt, I told her that not only Cheryl and I, but also her mommy and her aunt wanted to play with her the way Cheryl had last night. That’s when I took her clothes off, and we played around just a little, touching each other and kissing. Then I said for us to come tell you.”

“Oh, my. And that’s all there was to it? I was planning this elaborate scheme to get her into bed with us all, but you handled it in only a few minutes.” She looked at Aunt Emmy with a new and considerable respect. “Thank you!” She leaned in and kissed Aunt Emmy, and it was certainly more than a thank you kiss. Lots of tongue and lots of moaning accompanied their kiss, and I decided to go see what was happening with Randi and Emily.

Randi was naked and had Emily lying on her back, where she was getting quite a pussy licking from her aunt. That sight made me horny, but it also reminded me of how sore I was. I decided to give rather than receive for now, so I stretched out where I could get to Randi’s pussy and ass and began to make oral love to both. Randi let me know it was appreciated by moaning noticeably. I noticed little Emily reacting to the vibrations of her aunt’s moans, and I lay there knowing I was actually helping two girls to get off, one adult and one child.

After I’d made Randi come twice while Emily came once and was on her way to another, I looked around and noticed Ronni and Aunt Emmy were missing. I got up from Emily’s bed and went to Ronni’s room. For a moment, I wondered where Mr. Grayson was, the thought of that blowjob flashing through my kinky mind, but then I realized he was probably at work.

I found Ronni and Aunt Emmy in Ronni’s room, of course. Ronni was in a doggy-style position, and Aunt Emmy was fucking her with a strap-on. I really didn’t know much about strap-ons at the time, but of course I knew what they were. I’d seen my mom give and get before in her movies and with Jill, her old girlfriend from a few years back. So, not sure whether Aunt Emmy was able to really feel anything–I mean it wasn’t her real dick after all–I got up on the bed and put my hand on Aunt Emmy’s pussy from behind. The straps that formed the harness for Aunt Emmy ran along the creases where her legs met her pussy. This gave me easy access to her intimate regions, and I took full advantage. She was ramming the fake cock into Ronni, who was enjoying it immensely, if her grunts and groans were any indication. Aunt Emmy’s right arm was draped around Ronni’s hip, and it was obvious that she was also rubbing Ronni’s clit while she fucked her. I took up my station behind Aunt Emmy and started rubbing her clit for her.

The effect was instantaneous. Aunt Emmy called out, “Oh my God!” and her hips increased their rhythm, moving faster back and forth and ramming the dildo into Ronni. Within seconds they were both coming. I was very happy. I began to think of myself as a bestower of orgasms. I didn’t have any, but I was having a lot of fun giving them.

Finally, we were all lying in a heap in the king-sized bed, Aunt Emmy and Ronni catching their breath and me lying there thinking about how much fun this was in spite of my sore pussy.

Randi and Emily came into the bedroom at that moment, followed by the dog, Annie, of all things, who seemed to think she was being left out of the orgy. She jumped up on the bed and went immediately to Ronni’s pussy and began sniffing and licking. Ronni lifted the dog, saying, “Ooh, not now, Annie,” and placed the dog on the floor.

“Do you mind if I give her a go?” asked Aunt Emmy.

“Who?” asked Ronni, but I knew exactly who.

“Annie,” she answered.

Ronni smiled at my horny aunt. “Knock yourself out,” she said. “That dog loves her some pussy.”

“Would you like to join me?” she asked me, but I declined. Emily, on the other hand, was raring to go. “Okay, Sweetie. You’re the expert on this anyway. You can show me how it’s done.” And with that, she swept Emily and Annie both up into her arms and they left the room. I was left on Ronni’s and her husband’s bed, along with Randi.

“You’ve not come yet, Honey,” said Ronni, obviously speaking to me.

“That’s fine. I’m still sore from yesterday.”

“Ah, yes. Tell us about that. You did get my hint that I WANTED you to snoop in here, didn’t you?”

“Yes. You were kind of obvious,” I said, giggling.

“Well, Sweetie, you’re only nine. I wasn’t sure how obvious I’d have to make it short of telling you it was required that you snoop around in my room and to make SURE you looked through the bedside drawers. I’d left the DVD of your mom on top as a hint it was okay with me if you were looking through my collection.”

‘Yeah. I realized that. When I saw the homemade DVD, I wondered what it might be, or who it might be. I thought at first it was your husband filming you masturbating, but then I heard Randi’s voice, though I didn’t know who that was at the time. I didn’t even know you had a sister, much less an identical twin.”

“That was part of the surprise of it. I knew if you found the DVD you’d play it. I had even sort of stacked the deck, so to speak. All the other DVD’s were of Randi and me. How long did you watch them?”

“Not that long really. I watched to the end of the first part and then part of the second part.”

“If you’d kept watching, you’d have seen a secret video of Emily and Annie. It’s obvious she doesn’t know she’s being watched or recorded.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s hot, too.”

Randi said, “It reminds me of the early times with us.”

And that reminded me of something. “Ronni? How long have you and Randi been fooling around with each other?”

They looked at each other. It looked as if they wanted the other to answer, which as it turns out, was true.

Ronni answered. “To be honest, Hon, I’m not sure. For as long as I can remember. We were little bitty things when we started touching and even kissing each other. Maybe it’s because we’re identical twins, but we’ve sort of always known what the other one was feeling. I can remember one time in daycare, we were that young, we were assigned separate beds to take a nap in. I lay there for a few seconds and got up to go join Randi…and met her on her way to join me. I recall we ended up napping in the same bed together after the staff figured out we wouldn’t have it any other way. But in all honesty, we hardly ever napped. This was the time for the staff to take breaks and stuff, so they never checked on us much during naptime.”

“Yeah,” said Randi. “We would have our hands down each other’s pants before we even got settled into the bed very well. I’ve sometimes wondered if we were playing with each other in the womb.” Randi laughed, and it sounded exactly like Ronni’s laugh. I then had another question that popped into my mind right then.

“Did you ever pretend to be the other one on a date or anything?”

Randi and Ronni looked at each other wordlessly for a second before they both answered simultaneously and emphatically. “YES!” That sent them both into giggles, obviously from some of the memories.

“Who?” I asked, truly curious.

“My husband for one,” said Ronni.

“Really? You let your sister fuck your husband?”

“Why not? To this day he has no idea.”

“And can that man fuck!” said Randi, laughing. “Then there was that girl in high school who always thought we were the same person. She had classes with each of us, but she thought one of the teachers was getting the name wrong since they’re so similar.”

“Yeah. I put the make on her and before you know it, we were going at it under the bleachers at school.”

“Yeah, then you told her to hang on, you needed to pee, so you came into the girls’ restroom where I was waiting and I went out pretending to have peed and returned.”

“That girl thought the one person she was dealing with could come and come and come. After a while Randi said she had to pee again and I went out there. We wore that girl out. Then at the end, Randi was finishing up with her and I walked up on them and said, “Are you ready to go home, Randi? We have some chores to do still, and I’m all worn out from the sex.”

Both women started laughing hysterically at that point.

“So to answer your question, definitely yes,” said Ronni.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Randi said, “Sweetie, it’s impolite to ask a woman her age.”

“But I really want to know. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

They laughed again. She’s teasing you, Honey,” said Ronni. “We don’t mind telling you. We’ll be twenty-six in February. Valentines’ Day, in fact.”

“Wow. You’re only six years older than my aunt.”

“She’s nineteen?” asked Randi.

“Yes. She started having sex with my mom when she was seven.”

“Your mom’s older than she is though, right?” asked Ronni.

“Yes. She’s ten years older.”

“Then she was seventeen?” asked Randi.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Honey, has your mom ever, uhm, done anything with…you?” asked Ronni.

I had sort of talked myself into a corner about this, but I figured they were now having sex with Ronni’s six-year-old daughter, so the secrecy with them regarding this no longer mattered.

“Yes. But PLEASE don’t tell her you know, okay? Or anyone else?”

“Emmy knows, though, right?”

“Yes. Mom invited her over when I was six to have fun with me the first time we did it.”

“That’s interesting. You think your mom might enjoy joining us sometime?” asked Ronni.

“I think so. I can ask. I have to talk to her about this anyway.”

‘Well, that’s great. Randi, we might end up having sex with a real porn star!”

“I can’t wait. Is she as good in bed as she looks on screen?” Randi asked.

“Better,” I said, and they laughed again.

“Honey, since you don’t want to come, is there anything else you’d like?” Ronni asked.

“Well, I would like to see the two of you together in real life and not on a TV screen,” I said, hoping to get to see real twin sisters, very pretty ones in fact, in a sixty-nine.

“I think we can handle that,” said Ronni and Randi at the same time.

They moved together and began to kiss, their hands exploring each other familiarly. It was obvious they’d been doing this for some time. It seemed they each knew exactly what the other wanted at the exact moment she wanted it.

As they were getting busy, I heard Aunt Emmy coming in Emily’s room. I now knew I no longer had done something she hadn’t, but who knew what the future would bring?

The sisters made love casually. There was no hurry to their sex, no real urgency. They had each come several times already today, so they were very relaxed as they put on the show for me and me alone.

Soon, however, they were approaching another orgasm, and they began getting vocal. Their breathing grew more ragged and quick; their voices rose in delight at the sensations the other could give them. And then they were coming, their lips locked to each other’s pussy as each ground out her orgasm against her twin sister’s mouth and tongue.

I heard a noise behind me and glanced around, seeing Aunt Emmy and Emily watching the erotic twins as they made love to each other for perhaps the twenty-thousandth time–or more.

When they were finished, there were kisses all around as Aunt Emmy said we would have to go now, but that we’d be back.

“Bring your sister,” Ronni said to Aunt Emmy, as we left them.

When we were in the car, Aunt Emmy asked, “Did you tell them about you and your mom?”

“Yeah. Why shouldn’t I? They’re now doing the exact same thing we three are.”

“You have a point, but be careful how you break it to your mom. Or do you think I should?”

“No, I will. I’m the one who told, after all. But I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“You better hope she does. She’s sort of famous, so she has a lot to lose with people, not to mention how much worse her relationship with our parents will be if they find out.”

That was something I hadn’t thought about. Mom was kind of famous in certain circles–among people who bought porn DVD’s–and some would not be forgiving of our relationship. My grandparents would never forgive her, no matter how much I told them I loved what we did.

I prayed that when I told her, she’d be okay with it. Now I wasn’t so sure.

Continue on to Chapter 17

Aunt Emmy’s Visit

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When I got home it was late. After Ronnie pulled into the driveway, she took me in her arms and kissed me passionately, telling me she’d see me this afternoon for our fun with her daughter Emily. As I got out of her car, feeling the tingling on my lips–both sets–I noticed a car that I didn’t recognize at first. Only when I got closer and saw the university decal did I realize whose car it was. My mom’s sister, my Aunt Emily, was there, having arrived for a surprise visit sometime after I’d left for my babysitting job with, ironically, Ronni’s daughter Emily.

I’d had sex with my aunt a number of times, the first being very shortly after my mom and I started making love when I was only six. Aunt Emily was only sixteen then, still a junior in high school, but I learned that she’d been doing things with Mom, her sister, for almost ten years by that time. I had been asleep and was awakened by the knowledge that someone was licking my pussy. I thought it was Mom or her girlfriend Jill, but I heard them in the hallway talking. Finally, I discovered it was my Aunt Emily whose lively tongue was giving me supreme pleasures below my waist.

The next day, Mom had told me how she and her sister got started playing around and eventually becoming full-blown lovers. Mom had been noticing that her baby sister, who was only seven at the time, liked to put her hands in her pants while watching TV and rub herself absent-mindedly. She could remember her own discoveries of the pleasure her slit held for her and decided to approach Emily with an offer to teach her about her body. Emily had worshipped her big sister, who was thirteen at the time.

One night, their parents had gone out for the evening, and Mom had been in charge of giving her sister her bath and getting her to bed. Mom had done this many times, but hadn’t considered doing anything sexual with her baby sister until then. “I don’t know,” Mom had said. “I just suddenly got hot for her little body.”

When their parents had been gone long enough that Mom knew they were gone for the evening and hadn’t forgotten something that would cause their unexpected return, Mom asked her little sister if she wanted a “normal” bath or a “super-duper” bath. Of course, a seven-year-old will always pick the “super-duper” anything. Then Emily wanted to know what the difference was between the two.

“Well,” Mom had said, “super-duper baths are only for girls old enough to enjoy them while never telling anyone about how much fun they had in them.”

Aunt Emily, whose libido it turned out was advanced for her age (that must run in the family or something), went along with everything that night, enjoying each touch, kiss, and lick more than the one before. Mom said by the time Emily got out of the tub, she’d had every erogenous zone stimulated to the point that she was begging for more. Mom had begun with washing her with her bare hands and soap, paying special attention to her little pussy and butthole. Then she’d taught her that kisses and licks felt even better than touches. Of course, Mom was in the tub with her, and she’d taught Aunt Emily how to pleasure not only herself, but her big sister too. They ended up in Mom’s bed, naked and horny, where Mom taught Emily the finer points of pussy licking. By the time a sleeping Emily was carried to her own bed, Mom had achieved as many as five orgasms and Emily had actually had two. From that moment on, they were lovers. In fact, three days before my birth, Emily had licked Mom to several orgasms.

So it was only natural that when Mom and I got involved, Aunt Emily was invited over late one night (she had to sneak out of their parents’ home) and sample my pussy. I even remembered that as she licked me, Mom got behind her and licked her. I’ve had dozens of threesomes with mom and her baby sister. Mom is six years older than Emily, and Emily is ten years older than me.

Well, as I said Aunt Emily had come in from college and was staying at our place. I knew what had gone on while I was having my fun babysitting, and I hoped there would be enough energy for me sometime in the brief time that Aunt Emily was staying with us. She was an insatiable young woman of nineteen by that time. Her hair was blonde, her pussy was bare, and her boobs were a perfect 32B. In spite of the fun I’d had babysitting little Emily that right, my mouth and pussy were watering over the thought of having sex with my aunt.

I had my own key and let myself in, wondering how long Aunt Emmy, which is what I usually call her, would be there. She was a sophomore in college, which was about 120 miles away, which was a two-plus-hour drive because of some city traffic you had to get through before getting to the interstate from the college and from the interstate to our house. I knew her classes were ending sometime soon for the summer semester, and I hoped this signaled that they had ended and she would possibly be working in our town during the break instead of at college, which she usually did.

I closed and locked our door and tiptoed down the hallway to Mom’s bedroom. I peeked in, and there they were. Mom was asleep, but Aunt Emmy was lying beside her reading a book. There were bad drawings of naked women on the front of the book’s cover, so I knew it was erotica, which was her favorite reading material. “I get enough of enlightening books at school. When I read for pleasure, I want PLEASURE!” she would say. It always made me laugh.

When I saw her, she looked up and smiled at me, motioning for me to come see her. I went to the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss her. When I did, the covers that had only been covering her naked body from the waist down, moved as her legs shifted, and I saw that she had indeed been busy. A small vibrating dildo, one of those bullet shaped ones about nine inches long and about as big around as a Ping-Pong ball, was shoved up her pussy. I knew how long it was because I’d seen it before. It was Aunt Emmy’s favorite. “Nothing fancy or dick-shaped. I just need enough to get myself off,” she liked to say. It was humming on low speed, which was why I hadn’t heard it from the bedroom door.

She pulled me to her and kissed me, immediately beginning to pull my clothes off. “I’ve missed you so much, Little Bit.” Little Bit was her pet name for me. I loved it when she called me that. It said I was special to her. I wouldn’t let anyone else call me that, not even Mommy.

I looked into her eyes and could see she was horny as hell. She’d obviously been waiting for me. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy, held it in one hand, and taking my hand, led me to the door and down the hall to my room. It occurred to me that I was about to experience my fourth orgasm of the night, and the next day I was supposed to go to Ronni’s to help her have sex with her identical twin sister and her six-year-old child, who loved sex but had never done anything with her mom or aunt before. My pussy felt sore just thinking about it, but when Aunt Emmy kissed me again and got my clothes off, that thought of soreness disappeared like an open candle flame in a hurricane.

We started by lying on my bed and kissing each other. Our tongues dueled in each other’s mouth and we were panting like overheated dogs in seconds. Her fingers moved down the smooth skin of my belly until she was sliding her index and middle fingers between where my leg met my mound of sensitive flesh on one side and her ring and pinkie fingers doing the same on the other. The two halves of my vulva were now squeezed between each set of fingers, which lay tantalizingly close on either side of my mound. The slit that separated the two halves of my pussy was closed, hiding my sex from the outside world and the air that longed to kiss its inner recesses, but I could feel the pressure her fingers were exerting on my clitoris as they squeezed the two halves of my pleasure center together, pinching my clit and inner labia between the soft flesh of my outer lips.

I heard myself moan with intense pleasure at the pressures her wiggling fingers created as they danced an erotic dance over my pussy. Finally, a finger speared itself along the slit where my treasure lay, waiting for the invader. The finger dipped and curled, sliding up between the moist folds that formed a home for my clit and stroked me from underneath and the nub of nerve-filled flesh. I could feel her fingernails as they scratched a most intense itch. I was surprised that I could feel my orgasm mounting already. It wasn’t as if I had not come in days. It had been less than an hour ago, actually, when Ronni had brought me to a most amazing climax. Now my Aunt Emmy, my stunningly beautiful nineteen-year-old Aunt Emmy, who had been her sister’s lover since four years before my own birth, was going to bring me what could prove to be the most intense orgasm of my lust-filled night. A night in which I had discovered that the mother of the little girl I babysat had been having sex with her identical twin sister for God knew how long, and who wanted me to help them both seduce the little, highly sexual angel who was her daughter and who incidentally had the same first name as my lovely aunt.

The same aunt whose lips were now replacing her fingers as the source of my intense sexual fulfillment.

I felt her lips on my clit, sucking the nub into her mouth and letting it go, only to suck it inside once again. I could feel her tongue ravishing my pussy, pressing against my clit to increase my desire and the coming intensity of the orgasm that seemed just out of my reach.

Swinging her leg over my body, she lowered her own steaming gash to my thirst-crazed mouth. I clamped upon it, tasting the slightly salty fluids, the tang of the familiar juices. I realized at that moment that someone could blindfold me and I would be able to pick out my aunt’s pussy from all the others I made love to and loved to devour. Her taste, her aroma, the feel of her clit against my lips and tongue, all were different from the others’. She bucked into me as her orgasm washed over her in waves that pounded her body as the North Sea pounds the northern shores of England in a storm.

And at that precise moment, my own climax tore through me, causing me to moan, squeal, and grunt with its intensity.

And it was also at that moment that my overhead light came on, and my mother watched us writhing, now blinded, through the last spasms of our mutual orgasms.

“What the fuck?” said Aunt Emmy. “Turn the lights off, Kay! You’re blinding us!”

My mother flicked the lights off, but the damage was done. My orgasm went from one of my best to mediocre in a split second, having been interrupted like that. I wanted to kill someone.

“Sorry,” said Mom. “I woke up and you were gone. I just followed the noise.”

“I’m going to sleep in here with Cheryl,” Aunt Emmy said to Mom. My heart swelled with pride that she would choose to stay with me the first night here. “We’ve slept together since I was seven. Now it’s her turn.”

“Okay. That’s fine with me. Cheryl, how was the babysitting?”

“Fine. She wants me to come back tomorrow afternoon.”

“Honey, we’re going to be busy tomorrow, remember? We have to go shopping for your school clothes.”

“That’s day after tomorrow,” I said.

“Oh, you mean she wants you there THIS afternoon.”

“Yes. Which means I need to get some sleep before the sun comes up.”

“She needs you to sit for her again?”

I decided if I got into this conversation now, I’d never get any sleep, so I just said, “Yes” and turned on my side to try to drift off, essentially dismissing her for now.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up. The sunlight was coming through my window at an angle I wasn’t used to seeing when I awoke. The covers were bundled at the foot of the bed and draped onto the floor. I was naked of course, as was Aunt Emmy, who seemed to think she was my blanket. I felt almost smothered by her body on mine, we were spooning so close.

My bedroom door was open, and I could hear Mom in the kitchen down the hall from my room. I took the open door as a sign that I was supposed to wake up and join the living, so I groped my way from underneath Aunt Emmy and stumbled out of bed and into my bathroom. I peed and started the shower, wondering what time it was. It felt late.

I stepped into the shower and let the water revive me. Warm rivers cascaded down my flesh and raced down the drain. I washed myself. When I got to my pussy, I winced. It had taken a lot of abuse yesterday and last night. Happy abuse, but abuse nonetheless. I wondered how I was going to have sex with little Emily when I could barely touch myself down there. I didn’t recall ever being this sore.

Letting the water soak my hair, I shampooed my hair, rinsed it, and shut off the water.

“Good morning, Little Bit.”

I stepped out of the shower. Aunt Emmy was sitting on the toilet. I could hear her pee spraying into the water. For some reason, I leaned down to look and she spread her legs to let me see her urine as it exited her body from just below her clit. The stream slowed and stopped. She took some toilet paper and offered to let me wipe her. I figured, what the hell, took it, and wiped away my aunt’s few drops of pee that clung to her inner lips and dropped the paper into the toilet.

“You always were as kinky as me,” she said with a sleepy smile. She stood up and flushed the toilet before stepping to the sink to look at herself in the mirror. Then she started the shower and climbed in. “I almost wish you’d waited for me. We could have washed each other the way we used to.”

Yes, I knew where that always led, and my pussy was having none of it. I recalled my mom interrupting us last night at just the wrong moment, and I was a bit angry once again because my pussy was now too sore to do anything and it hadn’t been as good an orgasm as I’d started with. I know that may sound strange, but it’s true.

“That would be nice, but today my pussy’s too sore to do anything like that.”

“After what we did last night? That didn’t last five minutes,” she said over the sound of the shower.

“Well, not that really. I also had three orgasms while babysitting.”

She stuck her wet head out of the shower, dripping water on the small, absorbent bathmat that was there. “What?” She obviously wanted an explanation.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to tell Mom?”

“As long as what you tell me doesn’t put you in danger or something.”

“Well, I had a dog lick me to one orgasm. The little girl I babysat licked me to another. I masturbated while watching a video I found in the parents’ bedroom. And when her mom got home, she licked to a fourth one.” It occurred to me I’d actually lost count. I’d thought I’d had only three before coming home, but it was four. No wonder I was sore.

You mean I was number five?!”

“Yes, and don’t tell Mom. I don’t want her to know about everything that happened. At least not yet.”

I didn’t mind if Mom knew so much as I didn’t want to have to explain it to her today. That would be a very long conversation, and I didn’t want to get into it at that time. I kept wondering in the bathroom what the time was because I was feeling, well, late.

She returned to her shower and continued to speak over it. “So a dog licked you to a cum? That’s wild. You’ve done something I’ve never done.”

“Do you think it’s disgusting?” I myself still wasn’t sure, but it had been really fun at the time and I knew I would probably do it again.

“No, babe. Only forcing someone is disgusting. Or something. Did you force the dog to lick you?”

I said, “No. He started into it without me doing anything but sitting down. I was kinda moist from thinking about me and the little girl’s mom.”

“Cool. Then no, it’s not disgusting, at least not to me.” She was quiet for a moment and said, “Do you think I could borrow their dog sometime?”

I giggled and said, “I’ll ask.” The thing was, I knew she was half serious. Aunt Emmy is one of those girls who will try anything once, especially as it regarded sex and orgasms. And I also knew it sort of bothered her that her nine-year-old niece had experienced something sexual that she hadn’t.

“So you snooped in their bedroom? You are a naughty girl! I knew there was a reason I love you!” She laughed, as did I. Then I explained how that happened, and she said, “Wow. She was sure making it obvious she wanted you to snoop. And she ate your pussy when she got home? Where was her husband?”

“Passed out in bed, she said.”

“Honey, never believe that. ALWAYS check to see where the man is. Their dicks have brains all their own, and they can sniff out when someone’s having sex nearby.”

“Well then, he got an eyeful.”

“You really wouldn’t have minded, would you?”

I thought about it and realized she was right. If he’d stood there and watched, I would have just enjoyed it more as I watched him, knowing he was turned on watching me and his wife together, thinking about how he would probably masturbate later thinking about it. It was making me moist already, even as sore as I was.

“Well…would you?”

“Actually, no. I wouldn’t have minded at all.”

“Like I said. You’re kinky as me. And your mom, I suppose.”

She was right. The behavior of being an exhibitionist was what led my mom to do what she did. She’d told me that when she’s having a hard time reaching a climax in a movie, she will think of all the men and women who will watch her one day and will be masturbating or doing something with their partner the way she and I did sometimes. She’ll even admit that she knows young boys and girls will also masturbate to it, and that turns her on even more.

I just started out of the bathroom door and said, “Well, like they say, heredity works.”

As I was closing the door and she was stepping out of the shower, she said something that got me to thinking. She said, “Yeah, that explains where you got it, but where did your mom and I get it?”

That was a good question.

Continue to Chapter 16!

More Babysitting Adventures

By Cheryl Taggert

I entered the adults’ bedroom and turned on the light. Their room was beautiful. Mirrors covered one wall, as well as an area above their bed. I was still naked, and the sight of my nude body in the mirror that covered the opposite wall was intriguing. It was only 10:15, and Ronni had said it would be after midnight before they got home, probably close to one, so I wasn’t afraid of being caught. In fact, as I snooped in their room, I began to almost wish I would get caught. These were two people who LOVED sex.

I went to their bed and looked up into the mirror on the ceiling. The reason for it was more than obvious. Then I slowly opened the drawer of the bedside table on my side. The drawer was filled with erotic fiction books. Most of them dealt with swinging couples, but there was one that was about a family that had sex with each other and their neighbors. As I read a part of this book, my breathing grew a bit ragged as I could feel the telltale moisture building in my pussy once again. I put that book aside, thinking I would come back to it if I had time, and noticed that the bed’s headboard had a sliding door that opened up a small area there for storing things. Well, what was stored in this one really got me going. Ronni had three vibrating dildos in there.

I picked up one and sniffed it. The smell was intoxicating. I thought to myself that this dildo was coated with Ronni’s pussy juice, and the smell was heavenly. Without thinking, I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked and licked the dried juices off.

I moved to the other side of the bed to check out the bedside table there, and what I found nearly made me faint. On top of a stack of DVDs was one I recognized as one of my mom’s. Fuck! Another family that liked to watch my mom fucking men and women! There were six DVDs in the drawer, but only the one on top was of my mom. I began to wonder if Ronni had left this one on top for a reason.

Then I noticed that the one below my mom’s DVD was a DVD-R, not a commercial DVD. Wondering what might be on it, I started to take it to the den to watch some of it when I noticed there was a DVD player and TV in the bedroom. Of course. They probably wouldn’t watch these in the den with the chance that Emily might come in.

I turned on the DVD player and TV and inserted the DVD. After a few flashes, I was suddenly watching Ronni. She was on the bed, with a dildo in her pussy. She was masturbating herself and talking to whoever was operating the camera, probably her husband.

“You want me to do this?” Ronni asked the camera.

The camera moved in a nodding motion.

Then Ronni moved to a doggy-style position, inserting the dildo further into her vagina. She moved her front half to the bed, resting her head and shoulders there, and her other hand sought her clit, which she rubbed, first slowly, then faster. Soon she was grunting.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good,” said a feminine voice. It was the person with the camera. I could tell because of how close the voice sounded, not to mention that Ronni was busy moaning. The camera began to wiggle and the woman with the camera began panting. The wiggle was rhythmic, and I realized she was masturbating as she filmed Ronni doing the same.

Ronni moved onto her back again. Looking at the camera, she asked, “Tell me about your fantasy again.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want to come hearing it again. It shouldn’t but it makes me so hot to fantasize about it.”

“Well, it’s just fantasy, you know.”

“Okay, you’ve said it for the record. Now tell me.”

“I fantasize about Emily.”

I swallowed hard. Emily? This woman was telling Ronni about a fantasy involving Emily–a sexual fantasy–and Ronni was getting off on it.

“What do you fantasize about my little girl?” Ronni asked, slowing the movement of the dildo probably to hold off the approaching orgasm.

“I fantasize I catch her with the dog. She’s in bed and naked, just as you said she was when you spied her doing that. And Annie is between her legs. Licking her.”

“Licking her–what?”

“Licking her pussy. Oh, my God. Did you really catch her doing that?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know I caught her. She was too, well, involved. What would you do, again? You’d watch her, right?”

“Yes. I’d watch her, taking off my own clothes as I did and start playing with myself.”

“Then what? Tell me again.”

“I’d open the door and walk in. At first she’d be too–involved–to see me. Then, she would and she’d get scared at first–until she saw I was naked and playing with my own pussy.”

“Then what?”

“Then I would move the dog away and start licking her myself. I would lick that baby pussy and make it feel oh….so….good–”

“Tell me about her…what would she do?”

“She would love it. Then she’d say, ‘I wish my mommy would do that’ and then I would have her coming. She would have an orgasm.”

“Oh, yes!” said Ronni, and she began to come. The camera got wobbly, and I could hear the woman with the camera coming too. Then there was another flash and a new scene started, this one of Ronni and a woman. The camera was fixed and not moving, so I assumed this must be the woman who had been making the movie of Ronni. The room looked the same, including the clothing strewn about the floor, which I had seen in the previous part of the movie.

Then, looking, I saw that something seemed rather strange. It appeared that Ronni was having sex with–Ronni. This woman looked exactly like Ronni, and it hit me like a truck. Ronni had an identical twin.

And they were lovers.

And her twin sister fantasized about having sex with Emily.

And, apparently, so did Ronni, given her desire to hear the fantasy “again” in the previous part of the movie. The sisters moved naturally into a sixty-nine. The camera, either on a tripod or some surface where it was aimed at the bed, did not allow for much in the way of actually seeing what they were doing, but of course, I knew exactly what was happening between their legs.

I was still holding the DVD of my mom’s movie and, looking at it, another thought struck me. The movie was about two sisters who had sex with various people but were never quite satisfied. I had seen the movie before, of course. In the movie, the sisters would get together and talk about their sexual conquests, but they would always talked about being disappointed with their lover. This finally led to the two sisters having sex with each other. The movie was called “Love Me Like a Sister.”

I looked back at the DVD that was playing of Ronni and her identical twin. No wonder she likes this DVD of my mom, I thought.

Then something else occurred to me. Ronni had caught Emily in bed with Annie licking her pussy. As I watched Ronni and Randi (her sister’s name, I discovered, through dialogue), I lay back and placed the dildo I’d cleaned with my mouth against my clit and turned it on. Soon, I was coming again, for the third time that night. After last night, I was getting sore, and after that final one, I put everything back as I’d found them- -with one exception.

I placed my mom’s DVD under the DVD of Ronni and her sister, instead of on top of it. I figured that Ronni had made it obvious she wanted me to find this, and I decided to make it obvious that I had–and had watched her and her sister having sex. I also did not clean the dildo I had used. I also made sure it was in a different area of the headboard’s storage area so she would know I had used it. I pictured her sniffing it and smiling to herself as she licked it clean.

I snuck back into Emily’s room. She was asleep, as well as Annie. I went to her bathroom attached to her bedroom and saw her panties on the floor. She’d been wearing them when I put her to bed. Sneaking up to the bed, I pulled the covers down a bit. Her pajamas were on. I reached down and stroked her butt. Her panties were now gone.

I looked over to Annie and smiled. Apparently, she had gotten at least one more meal of pussy before ending the night. Perhaps this was an almost nightly thing.

I left her room, went to the den, and put my clothes back on.

I dozed off on the loveseat and awoke when Ronni gently shook me. She was looking at me and smiling. Then she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not a lover’s kiss, just a peck, but it was enough. I had forgotten to wash my mouth after all that sex, and she knew the smell of pussy.

“You’ve been a busy girl,” she said.

“When did you get here?” I asked, doing my best to wake up fully.

“Long enough to see you did more than snoop in my bedroom. Like the movie?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure she had wanted me to find what I did. Her expression did not give her thoughts away.

“Are you mad?” I asked, needing to be sure before saying anything else.

“I guess that would depend.”

“On what?”

“On what you thought of the movie. You did watch it, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Wait. Which movie do you mean?”

Her right eyebrow rose. “Why, the one you left on top.”

I nodded. “I’d seen the one with my mom.”

“Well, you are a bad little girl, aren’t you? You snoop in your mom’s stuff too?”

I was finally awake enough to know what I was saying. It had probably been a mistake to say I’d seen my mom’s movie. Ronni didn’t know about our sexual relationship, though something told me she wouldn’t mind. Would love it, in fact. But I couldn’t let that particular cat out of the bag.

“Sometimes,” I said and smiled sheepishly, hoping she would smile too. She did.

“So, you haven’t answered my question. Did you like it?”

I hesitated, then realized she already knew the answer. “Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“You used one of my toys, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“Was it good?”

I nodded again. I became aware that she was unsnapping my shorts and lowering the zipper. Before I knew it, her hand was inside my panties, feeling me.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked, wondering if he might catch her doing this to me.

“Passed out in the bed.”

“Oh.”

“You’re still wet.”

I nodded.

“Did it shock you that I have sex with my twin sister?”

“A little at first, but mostly because I didn’t know you had a twin.”

“You won’t tell anyone about my little homemade movie, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“And you won’t tell anyone I started playing with your pussy, will you?”

I shook my head, staring into her emerald eyes, wondering what she’d do if I reached for her pussy as well.

Then she was tugging my shorts and panties down. When she had them off, she pulled my hips closer to the edge of the loveseat. She looked at me, licked her lips, and moved her mouth to me, licking me first, then covering my pussy with her mouth. She moaned.

“I’ve wanted you for nearly a year,” she said when she came up for air. “Does that bother you?”

“No, I’ve wanted you too.”

“Wow… being the daughter of a porn actress must make you more sexually mature than other girls your age.”

“Maybe. I know other girls my age who like sex.”

“Maybe one day you’ll introduce me.” She smiled and returned to my pussy.

After I came, she moved back up onto the loveseat. I think she was surprised when I moved to get my hand under her dress. I felt along her leg and up to her panties. Then I moved them aside and began to finger her, first with one finger, then with two. I put my pinkie on her butthole and pressed, entering her there as well. Her breathing became rapid. She was panting in seconds. I pushed the dress up so I could see what I was doing, then dropped down to eat her pussy. I kept my fingers where they were, pistoning them in and out of her sopping vagina and tight butthole. Before I knew it, she was coming on my face. I crooked my finger up and massaged her g-spot, and she nearly came off the loveseat.

We lay there until she spoke.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home. However, I want you to be sure to return–often.”

“Okay.”

“I have one other question, and I really don’t care what the answer is, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, wondering what she might ask.

“Did you have any kind of sex with Emily?”

Well, she’d said she didn’t mind which answer I gave, so I told the truth. “Yes.”

“What?”

“Well, first we let the dog lick us.”

“Did she come like that?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you do anything else?”

“You won’t be mad?”

She smiled that same smile I had fallen in love with. “No, I won’t be mad.”

“Yes, we did.” She waited this time without saying anything for me to go on. “We ate each other.”

Her eyes got wide at that. “Had she ever done that before?”

I could see what she was thinking–that Randi had seduced her niece as she had fantasized about doing. “No, I was her first.”

She looked at me, smiling seductively this time. “I bet that you won’t be her last, though. Do you think she’d have a problem with my sister or me doing the same things with her?”

“No. I think she’d like it.”

“How do you know?”

I couldn’t very well tell her that I did stuff with my mom and recognized the same libido in Emily, so I made something up. “She just likes that stuff, no matter who’s doing it to her. She already loves you two, so there shouldn’t be any problem with it.”

“Would you help us?”

“Help you what?”

“Seduce Emily.”

I thought about that and decided it sounded like fun. I knew Emily would like it. And I knew the rest of us would too.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now get dressed and let me take you home. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon–or rather, this afternoon? I want to discuss it with you. Randi will be her around two.”

“Okay. I have to ask my mom, but I don’t see why not.”

“Good. Now, get dressed before I eat you up again.”

As I lay in bed that night, I thought about what had happened and what I had expected to happen. Life is funny that way. We think something will go one way, and it goes in quite another direction. A wonderful direction, in this case.

Continue on to Chapter 15

Adventures in Babysitting

By Cheryl Taggert

As I stepped up to the front door to ring the bell, I heard a small dog inside yapping. I had never known the Graysons owned a dog, so this was a bit of a surprise. I had wanted a dog, but Mommy didn’t want one, so this surprise was a good one. I could play with their dog after Emily went to bed.

Mrs. Grayson opened the door with the small dog lying along her forearm. The dog was a small poodle, not my favorite breed, but it was cute. Emily was standing behind her mom, smiling shyly at me.

“Come in, dear,” said Mrs. Grayson. “We are so glad you could sit with Emily for us. If you hadn’t, I would probably have to stay home with her and miss my husband’s ‘big moment.’ ” She said the last with a smile, overly pronouncing the words as if to place separate quotation marks around them. I fell in love with her smile at that moment. I almost felt special just to receive that smile meant just for me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I’m pretty sure I blushed.

Mrs. Grayson chuckled and stepped back to allow me through the door. As she placed the dog on the floor, he came to me immediately to check me out, sniffing my feet and legs. “Don’t mind Annie,” said Mrs. Grayson, pointing at the dog. “She just wants to make sure you aren’t planning on robbing us.” I looked back at that mesmerizing smile and realized she was just joking with me.

“Thank you for having me sit for you, Mrs. Grayson,” I said.

“Oh, hon, it’s about time I ask you not to call me that. Now that you’re sitting for us, you can call me Ronni.”

“Ronni?”

“Yep. Short for Veronica.”

I felt as if I had just been invited to dine with the Queen of England. She wanted me to call her by her first name, without even putting “Miss” or even “Aunt” in front of it, like Deanna’s mom! Maybe she allowed everyone to call her that, but I felt so special being told to use her first name.

As she gave me instructions for the evening and showed me around their house, I followed her around like a lovesick puppy, which I suppose I was.

“Make sure Emily gets a bath before bedtime. No school tomorrow, so she can stay up ’til ten. Annie usually sleeps with her, so you can allow the dog in her room. Besides, she would whine and cry and scratch at the door if you didn’t.”

Oh, well, there went the idea of playing with the dog.

“Also, there’s a frozen pizza in the freezer. Your mom told me you are very responsible and often cook frozen pizzas at home. Is that right?”

“Yes.” I could barely talk. Her dress hadn’t been zipped, and I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her boobs weren’t very big, so she could easily get away with that. I found myself wishing I could kiss every freckle, ending with her nipples before moving down….

Suddenly, I realized she had asked me a question and I’d missed it. She was standing in a posture that obviously suggested she was waiting for me to answer. “I’m sorry, my mind was sorta wandering. What did you say?” I turned redder than her hair. How embarrassing!

“I asked if you have any questions,” she said, a slight smirk on her face as if she might have guessed what I had been thinking, though I knew she couldn’t have.

At that moment, Mr. Grayson came into the room. “You ready?” he asked.

“In just a second,” Ronni said, looking back at me, still waiting for my response.

“Oh, no. No questions,” I said.

She pointed to a pad on the table next to their house phone. “All the numbers you need, including my cell, are on there. Be sure to call if you need something or have a question you haven’t considered.” She was still smiling at me, her green eyes sparkling.

“Ready now?” asked Mr. Grayson.

“Would you zip me?” she asked him then turned to look at me, putting her back to her husband. She was looking at me, well, oddly, as if she were silently asking if I’d noticed her bare back and the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking into those emerald eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat. I suddenly became aware that my pussy was almost throbbing from the erotic thoughts I had been having about her.

He stepped up to her and grabbed the zipper. “Up or down?” he asked jokingly. Emily giggled at that, and Ronni looked at her and put a “shush” finger to her smiling lips and giggled, herself.

“Up, of course. We have to go, and we can’t be undressing in front of our sitter.”

I SO wanted to say, “Please, go ahead,” but of course I kept my mouth shut. After he had zipped her, she looked at me with those sparkling jewels of her eyes and leaned down to kiss my cheek. As she did, I actually wondered if she knew what she was doing to me–wondered if perhaps she could even smell my young, bald pussy as it gushed in excitement for her.

As she left, she turned to me and said, “Oh, one other thing. Don’t go snooping in our bedroom after Emily goes down for the night. I used to babysit myself and know how curiosity works.” She gave me a final smile, as if she actually WANTED me to snoop around. Then she did another strange thing. She winked at me, as if the two of us were sharing some secret Mr. Grayson was unaware of. Her eyes cut to look down the hall to their bedroom, and then she was gone. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move at first, and very aware that if I so much as touched my pussy, I might come. I stood there, breathing deeply, trying to get control of my horniness.

“You gonna cook the pizza now?” asked Emily, taking my hand.

I looked down into her cute face. “Oh, yeah,” I said and moved to turn on the oven and pull out the pizza for dinner.

All through dinner I thought about those last words, the smile, the strange wink, and the cut of Ronni’s eyes toward the hallway that led to only two rooms, Mr. Grayson’s study and their bedroom. It was almost as if she were making sure the idea of snooping around occurred to me–as if she wanted to make sure I considered doing just that. The smile, the wink, the glance down the bedroom hallway, all said, “I’m just kidding, you know. Please. Snoop all you wish.” I realized I now had something to do instead of playing with the dog.

After we had eaten, we moved to the den and turned on the TV. Sitting down, I was greeted by Annie, who jumped up into my lap. Emily sat beside me on the small loveseat, and we both petted Annie as she sat on me. A few seconds of petting went by and Annie ducked her head down and began to sniff my pussy.

When that happened, Emily giggled. “She does that a lot,” she said.

“She does?”

“Yeah. Sometimes Mommy is in her panties and Annie will start sniffing and even licking down there.” I looked at Emily to see if she was telling the truth, and she was smiling at me, as if she knew that was “bad” but was sharing the secret with me anyway.

“What does your mom do when Annie starts licking like that?” I asked, trying not to sound as if it were that big a deal.

“She says ‘not now, Annie’ or ‘stop it, Annie’ and puts her down.”

‘Not now’? Did that mean she allowed it when Emily wasn’t there? “Does Annie ever sniff and lick you like that?”

Instead of answering, she looked at the TV and said, “Let’s watch SpongeBob!”

I could see right through her. She was avoiding my question. That made the answer obvious, of course. It occurred to me that this was the same age I had been when my mom had first gotten involved with me. There were only three years separating us–well nearly four actually, since I would turn ten soon–and the idea of starting some “fun” with Emily had my pussy getting wet again. Besides that, Annie had moved from just sniffing and was starting to lick my pussy through my shorts. She could smell the lovely fluids that were at that moment spreading throughout my pussy, lubricating my pussy lips and clit and wanted a taste. Again, I wondered if Ronni had ever allowed Annie a taste of her pussy when Emily wasn’t there. Of course, being only nine, almost ten, I had no such compunction. In fact, it became the catalyst for the plan I was hatching to have some sort of sexual contact with Emily. Strangely, I had not really thought about having sex with her because I was the babysitter, and the job seemed important to me.

I sat back and as Emily put a SpongeBob DVD in to watch, I actually spread my legs a bit to allow Annie better access to my pussy, even though I wasn’t really feeling the contact much since I had on shorts and panties between her tongue and my pussy.

“Are you going to let her do that?” Emily asked as she sat beside me again.

“Why not? You do.”

“Uh-UH!” she said, but a look that asked how I knew that was clear on her face.

“It’s okay; I won’t tell. I know you’ve done this because you ignored my question about it. If you hadn’t done it, you’d have said so.”

“You promise you won’t tell?”

“I not only promise, I swear I won’t–as long as YOU don’t tell either.”

“I swear I won’t tell!” she said. Suddenly, SpongeBob wasn’t so interesting. Instead, she was watching Annie digging her nose into my crotch.

I looked over at Emily and asked, “You swear you won’t tell about ANYTHING we do together?”

She nodded, a grin spread across her face. It was a naughty grin–a grin that said, “Yes, I have allowed Annie to lick me there and it felt very good, and I hope we will be doing stuff like that tonight.”

With her promise not to tell about anything we did, I reached down to unsnap my shorts. Lifting my hips, I pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off. Now Annie had access to my pussy through my thin cotton panties. Soon the gusset was soaked with Annie’s saliva. She acted as if she was enjoying a wonderful meal, which of course she was.

I looked over at Emily, who was entranced by the dog’s licking. She looked up at me and said, “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “It feels great!”

Glancing from the dog to me, she whispered, “You know what feels better?” as if someone might hear her and stop what we were doing.

“What?” I whispered back, already knowing what she would probably say.

“When she licks you when you don’t have panties on.” She blushed and giggled nervously.

“Oh, wow! That does sound nice. You’ve done that before?”

She nodded. Now, she became bolder, as if teaching me something wonderful. “Sometimes in bed–well, sometimes I take off my panties and let her lick me there,” she said, her voice making it sound like a question. “And it feels all tingly,” she finished, keeping her eyes on what Annie was doing to me.

“You SWEAR you won’t tell?” I asked a final time.

“I SWEAR!” she said, sounding a bit annoyed I would ask again.

Reaching for the elastic band, I pulled my panties down and off, exposing my bare pussy to Annie’s tongue and Emily’s gaze.

Annie really went to town on me then. This dog LOVED the taste of pussy. I was definitely getting cranked up. Each naughty lick from the dog sent small spasms coursing through my body. Annie shoved her nose into my clit as her tongue sought the open fountain of my vagina. My breathing became panting, my heart was pounding, my mouth seemed to go dry.

I was getting close. Not only was the fact that I was allowing a dog to lick me turning me on, but the fact that Emily was watching me–and obviously getting turned on–was about to send me over the edge.

When Emily suddenly pulled her shorts and panties off in one quick movement and I got a look at her horny little pussy, it was all I needed. I went over the edge and came. The throbbing and spasms shot through me like electric current. As I came, I would look first at where Annie was licking me and then at Emily, who had begun to play with her pussy subconsciously. Or hell, maybe consciously. I didn’t know and didn’t care. Her fingers were squeezing and strumming her bald little pussy, and that was enough for me.

My body spasmed and shook as the orgasm rifled through my body, and moans escaped my mouth in rhythmic bursts that matched my irregular breathing.

After I finished coming, I looked at Emily. She wasn’t surprised at my orgasm at all. The thought occurred to me that either she had had them before, or that she was very aware of their existence.

She reached over and removed Annie from my pussy and placed her at her own. Lying back, she spread her knees out sideways, placing the soles of her feet together. This allowed the maximum room for Annie to continue her pussy feast. And continue she did.

The look on Emily’s face changed from one of horny interest to one of satisfaction. Her little pussy was fully exposed, and the sight got my juices churning again. Soon, Emily had grasped the backs of her knees and was pulling herself open for the dog. Annie was licking Emily as if she may never get another meal of fresh pussy again. In the meantime Emily’s hips began to buck and shake, reacting to the slathering tongue. Her breathing grew ragged and her face grew almost as red as her hair from her exertions.

Then the answer to why she was not surprised by my orgasm happened, as I knew it probably would. Little Emily came, and she came hard. This was unusual for one so young, but I suppose she’d had plenty of practice, and this was obviously not her first orgasm.

As her spasms slowed, I reached over and picked up Annie.

“You have to put her outside for a while, or she won’t stop,” said Emily, her voice weak from her exertion to reach her climax.

I took Annie to the back door and put her outside and returned to the den, where Emily was still spread out before me, her fingers still playing lazily in her pussy.

Without considering whether or not it would surprise her, I knelt down on the floor in front of her and, leaning in, place my mouth on her tiny slit and began to lick her myself.

Emily gasped and I looked up into her wide eyes as she tensed her belly to sit up a bit to look at what I was doing. THIS was new to her. Then the idea dawned on her: If a dog could lick her, then of course other people could, and the feelings would be at least as good as those brought by Annie’s tongue. I aimed to let her know it could be better because another person wouldn’t be licking blindly about her pussy, but would hone in on the areas that felt best, such as her clit.

Within a few seconds, Emily was lying back on the loveseat and letting me do whatever I wanted, as long as those wonderful feelings didn’t stop. I took my pinkie finger and played around at the entrance to her vagina without pushing it in. I had no intention of taking her cherry, and a finger inside a six-year-old would probably tear her cherry and the blood might scare her. No, I was just wanting to provide the pleasure tickling her there allowed.

Soon, she was coming again. Her hips went wild, and I did my best to hold her in place, using my hands on her tiny butt to keep her as still as possible.

When I was finished, I removed my top. Seeing me do that, she removed hers as well. Now we were naked, and I sat beside her and began to play with my pussy in the hope that she might decide to do to me what I had done to her.

When she’d caught her breath again, she asked, “What does it taste like?”

I could still taste her cream on my lips, so to show her, I leaned in and kissed her, tongue and all. She was surprised by this but didn’t fight me. Soon, she had learned how to use her own tongue and she was practically a pro.

Pulling back, I asked, “Do you taste yourself?”

“I guess. You mean that’s me?”

“Yeah. You like it?”

“I guess. Do you taste like that too?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said, and smiled.

She looked down at my pussy where my fingers were still playing. Then she dropped to her knees and positioned herself in front of my pussy. She stared at it for a bit, and I pointed some things out to her.

“That’s my clit,” I said, pointing to the nub near the top of my slit. “That’s where it feels the best.”

She leaned in and tentatively kissed my pussy. Licking her lips, she must have decided either she liked the taste, or at least didn’t mind it, because she dove into me, kissing and tonguing my clit and smearing my juices all over her face.

I gave her some minor instruction and soon she could have passed for a top-notch cunnilinguist. She took to lesbian sex like a natural. I was soon rocking back and forth, loving the sight and feel of having her tongue inside my pussy as she lapped up the juices that were pouring out of me like water from a faucet.

Then I came. And, God, do I mean came. The orgasm seemed to pick me up and rip me apart. Shock waves rumbled through my body, one after the other. I suppose it was doing things I hadn’t ever done before that may have been a difference maker for me. I had never had a dog lick my pussy to orgasm before, much less in front of a sexy little six-year-old sex nymph. And, while it seems odd to me now, I had never considered Emily as a sexual partner. Now, I know that many teenaged girls use their jobs as babysitters to seduce their charges, both male and female. At the time, however, I was only a few weeks short of turning ten, and the idea that a babysitter would do that was beyond my knowledge. I now realize it is fairly natural for this to happen. I have friends who have confessed to “messing around” with the little ones they watched. One even told me she used to lick seven-month-old twins, one male and one female.

But I was only approaching the age of ten, and I thought I had discovered something wonderful that nobody knew could happen. As sexually mature as I was, that sounds strange to me now, but it’s the truth.

Anyway, by now, it was time for Emily’s bath, followed by her bedtime. I still wanted to snoop around her parents’ bedroom since I wasn’t sure I would ever get another chance, and Ronni had practically dared me to do some snooping in there.

I had a lot of fun bathing Emily. She usually bathed herself, but she understood my desire to “help” her. She giggled a lot as I washed her pussy and her little butt. My soapy fingers were everywhere, including teasing her tiny rosebud.

When I put her to bed, she asked me to get Annie for her. I did, and turned off the overhead light, making sure the nightlight was working before leaving her and her little canine lover. I then went to the other side of the house to begin snooping around her parents’ bedroom. I was hoping there would be something sexy waiting for me there.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Continue on to Chapter 14

The Mini-Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert

We had not gotten to sleep until around 3 a.m., so we slept late. In fact, we were all still in Ms. Carter’s–I mean Aunt Jesse’s–bed. And of course we were naked.

Just before falling asleep, I had suggested that when my mom arrived that either Elizabeth or her mom answer the door–naked. We’d laughed about it, talking about how surprised my mom would be. They thought it was just a joke, but I was serious.

We were still lying there, summoning the urge to get up when I heard the doorbell. It was already 10 o’clock, so I knew it was my mom. I reminded them of the idea I’d had the night before and said we really should do that.

“Do you really think so?” asked Aunt Jesse. “It might be a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“No, it won’t. She’ll actually be thrilled, especially if it’s Elizabeth. She said she would love to have sex with her.” Elizabeth smiled at that and her eyes grew big. “I was supposed to think of some reason Elizabeth should stay the night at our house with me and Deanna, but this is better.”

The doorbell rang again. I knew my mom would have known I was almost certainly successful with my seduction last night. She would not know I had already gotten the two sisters involved in an incestuous relationship with their mom as well. Elizabeth was all smiles. She seemed to like the idea of trying to shock my mom, who saw naked people every working day of her life. I knew she wouldn’t be shocked, but she would be very pleasantly surprised.

“Okay, if you think it’s a good idea,” said Aunt Jesse.

We all got up and went downstairs and hid to watch Elizabeth open the door with nothing on to greet my mom. She walked to the door, glanced back at us, took a deep breath and opened the door wide. My mom looked at her, smiled, and said, “Is it okay if I come in?”

“Please do,” said Elizabeth, as if she answered the door naked every day.

When Mom entered, she turned to Elizabeth and said, “Is your mom home?” Apparently, she thought I had not involved the girls yet and that her mom must be gone since Elizabeth was answering the door naked.

“Well, the last I saw her, she was naked in the bed with Cheryl and my sister.”

Mom got the picture immediately now. She dropped her purse and stepped toward Elizabeth. The three of us watched what was happening. Mom began to undress as she talked to Elizabeth. She was standing perhaps six inches from her as she spoke, her voice dropping into a seductive alto.

“So. You decided to come let me in looking like this?” Elizabeth nodded, her desire lighting her eyes like a flame to a candle.

Mom was naked in an instant and stepped even closer to Elizabeth, who was wide-eyed with lust for my mom. She took Elizabeth in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. I couldn’t see from where we were, but I knew there was plenty of tongue involved in that kiss. Elizabeth moaned as my mom’s hand came up, obviously beginning to play with Elizabeth’s titties. Aunt Jesse signaled for us to follow her, and we crept back upstairs and got into bed again.

Mom and Elizabeth didn’t come upstairs immediately, which didn’t surprise any of us. We were in the bed and chatting, mostly about the fun we would have now that Jesse was sexually involved with all of us, when they did finally come upstairs about ten minutes later. When they entered the room, I could tell they were both turned on and that neither seemed to have come yet.

“Were you surprised, Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes. It seems you’ve been very busy.”

“I have to admit I’m glad she has been busy. Last night was wonderful,” said Aunt Jesse. “I’ve thought about this for some time but never thought I would ever act on it. It was a fantasy. The reality is much better though.”

“Is there room on that king-sized bed for two more?” asked Mommy.

“We’ll make the room,” said Aunt Jesse.

Mommy and Elizabeth fell onto the bed and immediately began kissing each other. The rest of us watched for a bit then joined in, partnering up and having fun. Aunt Jesse began to make love with Deanna, and I joined Mommy and Elizabeth. We were quite involved with each other in no time. Mommy was licking Elizabeth as I licked her. Elizabeth was reaching out to play with my pussy and lick me every once in a while too. At one point I noticed Mommy look over at Deanna and her mom. They were in a sixty-nine. Mommy always got very turned on by incest, and this was no exception. She came when she looked at them. It was the first of about six orgasms she had that morning. I heard Deanna coming and I looked at her and her mom. Jesse was licking Deanna’s pussy as if it were the only thing she ever wanted to do. Deanna’s hips were bucking back and forth, pushing her pussy into her mom’s mouth. Meanwhile, her fingers were pistoning back and forth into her mom’s frothy pussy as the orgasm her mommy was giving her overwhelmed her. Her body began to jerk with the spasms from her orgasm.

“I love you, Mommy!” she said as she dived back into her mother’s pussy to help her to her next orgasm.

I was playing with my pussy as I watched this erotic scene. I looked at my mom and Elizabeth, and they had halted their lovemaking long enough to watch what I had just seen–a lovely nine-year-old girl coming with her bald pussy pressed tightly against her mother’s mouth. They returned to their own lovemaking, and I turned to now help Deanna with her mom. I moved to where I could suck on Aunt Jesse’s nipples, and took one into my mouth, sucking deeply and flicking my tongue across the crown of her nipple, which was a stiffened nub of flesh in my mouth. She moaned loudly as I did this. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and I must have been making them feel wonderful.

Soon, Aunt Jesse was coming too, at the exact same moment that Elizabeth came. After a few minutes, we lay back, but once again, I was the one who hadn’t come yet.

I was masturbating myself lightly when Mommy said, “You’re still horny, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Then we’ll have to take care of that.”

With that, she moved to my head and placed it in her lap and reached down to play with my nipples. Mommy instructed the others what to do. She told Deanna and Elizabeth to start sucking my nipples. Then she told Aunt Jesse to move down to my pussy and begin making love to me there. When Aunt Jesse was in place and beginning to lick my wet slit, Mommy moved down to where Aunt Jesse was and began to twist my body so that my hips were turned so she could get to my butthole. While Deanna and Elizabeth sucked my nipples and played with them, they would lean in to kiss each other. Mommy was licking my butthole and Aunt Jesse was beginning to go to town on my pussy.

Needless to say, I was having a great time! I had been so horny that it didn’t take me long to feel my climax approaching, especially with all the attention my body was getting. Soon, I began to buck and moan, sucking the air between my clinched teeth as I concentrated on the wonderful feelings my mommy and friends were giving me.

Then I seemed to explode from within. There’s no other way to describe it. My body seemed to tense into this tiny ball and then convulse outward. Waves of orgasms hit me like tidal waves, one after the other. I don’t know how long the orgasm lasted, but it seemed to last forever. When they finally moved away from me, I felt as though I was made of jelly. I could still feel tremors of post-orgasmic body-quakes spreading throughout my body, like waves moving out from my clit to my pussy to my belly and ass to my breasts and nipples and down my legs and up my spine to the top of my head. I was exhausted and energized at the same time. I was too exhausted to move, but my spirit was energized by the love I felt from Aunt Jesse, Elizabeth, Deanna, and of course my mom.

Oh, my mommy. I suddenly felt a wave of total love for her wash over me. I blinked away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. Then I closed my eyes and wasn’t aware of anything until Mommy woke me to come downstairs for lunch.

When I arrived in the dining area, Deanna and Elizabeth greeted me with a kiss from each of them. Everyone was still naked, and I realized we probably would be for the remainder of the day. As Deanna kissed me again, we sat on two stools at the breakfast bar and made out for a while. I noticed Mommy and Elizabeth watching us. We were obviously turning them on. I sat there kissing Deanna until her mom put plates in front of us with sandwiches and chips. We looked at the other three and giggled before turning to our lunch.

As we ate, we talked. Aunt Jesse told us how she had always had erotic feelings for her daughters, but that it was my mom and me who helped her accept those feelings. She told us a story of how she had once gone into Elizabeth’s room to watch her sleeping when she was about ten. She had slowly slid the covers off her and pulled her panties aside to look at her pussy as she masturbated herself to orgasm. She explained that Elizabeth, like Deanna, was a hard sleeper who was difficult to wake even after a full night’s sleep, so she hadn’t worried that she might wake up and see what her mommy was doing. She then told us of how she did the same thing with Deanna the following week. Deanna had been only seven at the time. She had felt a lot of shame for her feelings and had not done that since, though she had thought about it many times, both the memories of what she had done as well as fantasies of doing it again.

“Now you don’t have to sneak, Mommy,” said Deanna. “You can just waltz right in, take off our clothes, and lick whatever you want to. Then when we DO wake up, we can start doing the same thing to you.”

We all laughed at that, but it wasn’t necessarily because we found it funny. We actually found it erotic, and I could tell from the look on Aunt Jesse’s face that just such an occurrence would happen very soon.

Mommy decided that after lunch we should all put on shows for the others. She and Aunt Jesse went first. They began by kissing each other and that led to kissing and sucking each other’s nipples and boobs, which of course led to playing with each other’s pussy and finally ending with them tribbing. Mommy got on top of Aunt Jesse so that Mommy’s right leg was between Aunt Jesse’s legs and Mommy’s left leg was against Aunt Jesse’s hip. Mommy was sitting up straight and Aunt Jesse was lying on the bed. She began rubbing her pussy back and forth on Aunt Jesse’s pussy, going very fast. Soon they were both coming. We girls agreed it was a great show.

Deanna and Elizabeth decided we three girls would begin by playing with our pussies. Mommy and Aunt Jesse watched as we all three masturbated for about five minutes. Then Elizabeth leaned over and started fingering her sister Deanna and Deanna reached over to finger me. Holding Deanna’s hand in place, I moved around so that I could play with Elizabeth’s pussy. That went on for a while until Elizabeth told Deanna and me to sixty-nine. We did, and I could feel the eyes of my mommy, Elizabeth, and her mommy on us as the two youngest of the group pleasured each other with our mouths.

“Mmm.. you taste great!” I said between licks.

“So do you,” said Deanna, panting towards her next orgasm.

I managed to glance at Elizabeth, and she was masturbating as she watched us. Then my eyes fell on her mother and mine, and they were doing the same thing.

In a few moments, I could feel myself starting to come. Deanna was very close too. As I took in one final look at Elizabeth as she rubbed herself off for us, my orgasm hit. A few seconds later, Deanna’s overwhelmed her as well. We were two bucking, groaning, licking piles of little-girl flesh. In other words, we were in a state of pure bliss.

As we came, I could hear Elizabeth and the two moms coming as well. It was a fitting end to our little orgy, I suppose.

After we all got to a point we could move, we got up and moved downstairs again. Mommy and I had dressed since we would be leaving. Deanna, her sister, and her mother were all still naked, having decided to stay that way until they had to get dressed.

Mommy and I left after many kisses and promises to have fun again soon. I asked Aunt Jesse if Elizabeth could come stay the night the next time that Deanna did, and she said yes, but that if her husband was out of town, she might join them and sleep in my mom’s bed with her.

When we got in the car, Mommy told me, “I have a little bit of a surprise for you.”

“What?” I asked. I loved surprises.

“You know the Graysons down the street?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you know their daughter Emily?”

“Yes.” I was beginning to wonder where exactly this was going. The Graysons were a young couple who lived about two blocks from our house. They have a six-year-old daughter named Emily. She’s a cute, slender redhead with freckles. She always waves at me when I ride by on my bike and she’s playing in their front yard.

“Well, Mrs. Grayson called last night and she wants you to babysit for them tonight. Mr. Grayson is getting an award from the Chamber of Commerce, and they will be out late.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them you’d be happy to babysit Emily.”

“What happened to their usual babysitter?” The Graysons usually had a college student they know stay with Emily.

“She can’t be there because she is out of town this weekend. She got called away for a family emergency and the Graysons were running out of people to call because it’s also prom weekend for the high school kids. I was right telling them you’d babysit, I hope. I think it would be good for you to get into the babysitting ranks and earn a little spending money.”

“That sounds fine. They do know I’m only nine, don’t they?” I had always thought of babysitters as at least eleven or twelve.

“Yes, but to be honest, they were getting desperate. I assured them that I would keep my cell on and you could call me away from what I would be doing and I could be there in five minutes.”

“What will you be doing?”

“I have a dinner party I’m going to, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. Mommy had been planning to go to this dinner party that a friend who was not in “the business,” as Mommy called it, was putting on. She always made sure she knew lots of people not in the adult entertainment industry because if that’s all the friends you have, “life can get mighty strange,” as she put it.

I knew what she meant by “mighty strange.” It had nothing to do with sex. But it had quite a bit to do with drugs. That’s one thing Mommy kept at a distance, and she told me she would kill me if she ever found out I was doing drugs. “Life’s too much fun without drugs,” she often said. I believed her. I’d never done anything like that and my life was mostly a blast! I mean, there aren’t that many moms who not only accept their child’s sexuality, but also encourage it, especially at my age.

When we got home, it was almost three o’clock. I was due at the Graysons at six. Mommy suggested a short nap to help me recover from last night and this morning. I usually don’t like to nap in the afternoon, but this time I accepted the idea happily. I was still very tired.

Mommy woke me up at five so I could shower before walking down to the Graysons. As far as I could tell, they were very nice people. They were both in their late twenties and I thought they were very attractive. In fact, Mrs. Grayson had often been a part of a fantasy I’d had while masturbating.

She looked like an older version of Emily. She had red hair and freckles. When I was little I once asked her how many freckles she had. She had said, “I’m not sure. Maybe you can count them for me.” Of course, because I was only seven when that happened, she had no idea that this comment was the beginning of my fantasies about her.

I would imagine she asked me over one day to count her freckles. When I arrive at her house, in my fantasy of course, she would answer the door completely naked, saying, “If you’re going to count my freckles, I have to be naked.” In my fantasy I got inside and she said that if I was going to count her freckles, she would have to check my body to see if I had any stray freckles as well, so I needed to get naked with her. Of course, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex. In my fantasy, I usually came imagining her face between my thighs and licking my pussy as her beautiful red hair spread out from her head like a fire that was scorching my pussy into orgasms.

Anyway, I left for her house. I was wearing shorts and a tank top that said, “Smiles on the outside” on the front and “But full of mischief” on the back. There were these two pictures on the shirt, a small angel on the front and a little devil on the back. My mommy bought it for me because, as she said, “It fits you.” As I approached their house to ring the doorbell, I was totally unaware of how this night would turn out. In fact, I wasn’t even thinking it would turn out to be anything but a few hours with Emily before she went to bed. Boy, was I wrong!

Continue on to Chapter 13