Getting to Know Each Other, Part Two
By Cheryl Taggert
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I went in search of Lisa and found her chatting with Rachel in the family room. When she saw me, Lisa got an odd look on her face, as if she wondered if I was okay.
“Is everything alright?” she asked.
I shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Your mom’s kinda… different.”
The sisters exchanged a glance as if they knew exactly what I meant by that, but in all honesty I wasn’t sure if even I knew.
“What did you two talk about?” Rachel asked.
“Mostly me,” I said. “Lisa, could we talk in your room?”
“Well, it’s Rachel’s room, too,” she said.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two shared a room,” I said, but at the same time it more or less sealed the deal as far as whether or not they had ever fooled around. Lisa had mentioned at the Hilton that her computer was in her bedroom, where she would watch porn and masturbate. That kind of thing usually didn’t happen without the other sister being involved if a bedroom was shared.
“Is it okay if we take possession of the room for a while? We have to talk about a few things,” I said.
Rachel grinned wickedly and said, “Talk? That’s not what I call it.”
“No, really. That’s all we’re going to do.”
“Why can’t I be invited too?” Rachel asked, but when I glanced toward Lisa, I saw she was worried about whatever it was I had to talk to her about.
“Whatever it is,” Lisa said, “Cheryl obviously wants to discuss alone.” Lisa stood up as if she were being led to the executioner.
I didn’t want her to worry, so I said, “I’m not leaving you or anything. It’s just some private stuff your mom suggested we discuss.”
She turned to me. “You mean my mom knows what it is before I do? Are you going to run everything by my mom first if you want to talk to me?”
“It’s not like that at all,” I said. “She just knows the topics, and it was her idea to discuss them now instead of later. She doesn’t have a clue what the details are. You’ll be the only one to know them.”
“She’ll share the details with me anyway,” Rachel said, still wanting to join us.
“She won’t share these,” I said, which earned me a shocked look from both of them.
When we entered the bedroom, we sat facing each other on the queen size bed. The bed was another hint that they got it on together. The idea made what I was about to tell Lisa easier to face.
Suddenly, I could feel my pussy gushing. Here I was, in Lisa’s bedroom, but forbidden to do anything about it. Not only that, but I’d gotten rather turned on during my talk with Lisa’s mom as well. She’d confessed to watching my video in order to ‘relieve’ some stress, though she’d not realized I was in it until she opened it online.
“What is it?” Lisa asked, still a little worried.
I realized I would have to relieve some stress myself before I could continue. Lisa’s mom had told me we couldn’t have sex, but she hadn’t said anything about masturbating.
“Actually, I need to use your bathroom first,” I said. “It will only take a few minutes.” I didn’t want to tell her I planned to get myself off because she’d want me to stay, and I wanted to do some healthy fantasizing instead. It was just one of those things.
I stood and made my way to the bathroom, passing Rachel on my way there. She just looked at me with some curiosity and I smiled at her.
Locking the door, I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and sat while my libidinous mind went into overdrive as I began to imagine a scene that had occurred to me somewhere between the kitchen and the family room.
“Lie back, Cheryl, and remember to call me Donna,” Lisa’s mother said. Lisa and Rachel were there, too. We were all naked, and Donna looked back at her daughters. “Rachel, Lisa, you see to her tits.”
The sisters moved to my sides and leaned over to lick and suck my nipples, making love to my boobs.
Donna leaned over my bald mound and licked her lips. “Are you as delicious as Lisa says you are?” she asked me.
“I hope so,” Rachel said. “I want to be next.”
My fingers had gotten busy right away, sliding over my labia and clit, making me yearn for the orgasm I knew would be coming.
Donna stuck her tongue out and flicked it at my clit, teasing it from beneath its fleshy hood. Meanwhile, Lisa had moved to stand behind Rachel and her younger sister moaned. Lisa was fingering Rachel and leaned over to lick the sexy teenager’s sexy butthole.
In my fantasy, I could hear the sounds of Lisa’s fingers as they pleasured Rachel. I did my best to control my breathing while sitting on the toilet.
Donna leaned over farther and began to devour my pussy, licking her tongue deeply into my soft folds and bathing my clit with firm strokes.
My fingers were Donna’s tongue. I pressed into myself, stifling the moan that wanted to escape.
Donna pressed her thumb into my flooded vagina and pushed a finger into my butthole, fucking me in both.
I nearly screamed when my fingers entered my holes to provide my mind with the stimulation I was imagining in my fantasy.
“She is delicious, Rachel,” Donna said between licks.
“I just can’t wait,” Rachel said, and moved to join her mother. The two began to lick and suck my clit.
My fingers strummed my clit as I felt my climax rushing up on me. Nearly there… nearly there. “Uuunh!” I moaned as the orgasm took me, my head reeling with the fantasy that was still at work in my mind. I shivered and spasmed while sitting on the toilet seat, my mind a whir of sexual images as my fingers worked their magic.
Moments later I stood, pulled my shorts and panties up, and flushed. Washing my hands, I splashed some water on my face as well, and checked my reflection to see if the signs were there that I’d just come. Well, a bit flushed, but nothing I could do about it.
I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down to Lisa’s room. Entering, I sat on the bed again.
“Okay, now,” Lisa said as I situated myself. “What is it?”
“First, you have to do something for me, okay?” I asked, getting control of my breathing after the powerful orgasm I’d just given myself in her bathroom.
“Anything.”
“You have to swear that what I’m about to say never leaves this room.”
“God, Cheryl, what’d you do? Kill someone?”
“No, but it’s almost as illegal.”
That made her take notice.
“Are you on the run from the cops?”
“No, it’s not like that. It’s just a lot of personal stuff I think you should know before we get any further into our relationship. Your mom doesn’t know the details. I doubt she could even imagine the details. She does, however, know the general topic and she said if I waited to tell you anything that you might not like that you’d be hurt more than if I told you now. She made me promise to talk now, and that’s why we’re in here.”
“Okay, but hold on first.” She leaned over and pulled something from under the bed and turned a switch on it.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A recorder. It’s sound activated. Rachel likes to record everything that goes on in here.”
I looked at Lisa as if I thought that was the oddest thing in the world, and she just shrugged. “Hey, she likes to get off to it.”
“To what?”
“Tell you later. First, you.”
“Okay, but you gotta swear.”
“Alright, I swear.”
“What?”
“I said I swear.”
“But what are you swearing to?”
“Jeez.” She held up her right hand in mock solemnity. “I swear that what you tell me today in the bedroom I share with my sister, Rachel the perverted one, shall never leave this room. How’s that?”
“I guess it’ll have to do,” I said, smiling at her reference to Rachel as ‘the perverted one.’ It was another cute connection between them. At that moment I would have bet a million dollars they had at least been intimate in the past and were probably still sexually involved with each other.
“So, give,” she said, giving me that same palm-up, come-along gesture with her hand that she used by the big tree last night at the party when she wanted me to say what I had to say.
“You might want to get comfortable. This could take a while.”
“Shit, Cheryl. We eat in a little more than an hour. Should we tell Mom to postpone dinner?”
“No. I should be finished by then.”
“Should be?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t take that long.”
“Okay. So give,” she said, settling back against a pillow she had propped against the wall. The worried look, however, remained.
“I’ve been sexual for a long time,” I began.
“Ooh, wow. I don’t know if I can handle that news.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. This is really big stuff and telling you about it is a really big deal. I’m scared to say it, but I have to.” My eyes were welling up with tears, and she realized just how serious this was.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone apologetic as well. “Go ahead. I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”
I took a deep breath and she added, “I love you,” which made me smile.
“You know my mom is in the porn business. Has been since I was a baby.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ve known about what she does for a living since I was little, like six.”
“Wow, that’s young.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Anyway, I discovered what she did for a living when I walked in on her as she was watching a video of herself and another woman who was a friend of my mom’s.”
“Wow. She was just sitting there watching it?”
“Not exactly. She was on her bed… naked…” I raised my eyebrows to get my point across.
“Fuck! You caught her masturbating?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she freak or something?”
“Not exactly,” I said. This is where it would get difficult.
“Then what exactly?”
“Do you remember the video of me and Deanna and my mom?” I asked, seeming to change the subject.
“Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Did you notice when I caressed my mom’s ass? And later how she caressed mine? How natural the touch seemed?”
“Yeah,” she said. Then her eyes got big.
“Holy shit! Did she molest you when you were six?”
“Well, molest isn’t the word I would use.”
“What word would you use, then?”
“She didn’t exactly molest me. To me, molest implies I wasn’t willing to do what we did. I’d say she taught me.”
“Fuck me twice and let me die! You mean the two of you… had sex… when you were six?”
“I knew I’d fall in love with a smart woman.”
She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mouth hanging slightly open. Then she found her voice again. “And you mean you still do it?”
My throat was tight with fear and longing as I managed to get out a whispered, “Yes.”
“Wow.”
“Are you okay?” I asked. She was pale.
“Yeah. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around this. You and your mom, the famous Kayleigh Katz, have mother-daughter incestuous lesbian sex?”
“Yeah, I suppose you could say it that way, even if it’s redundant to say mother-daughter and incestuous. Not to mention lesbian.”
She reached out and slapped my arm — hard. “Don’t joke about this! And she’s, like, your birth mother, not your stepmother who ended up with you after your father died or something, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard of this happening, but I never thought in a million years I’d meet someone who actually did it with her mom.”
“Do you hate me?”
She looked at me as if I’d just asked her if she liked to swallow large rocks, and my heart swelled.
“No, I don’t hate you! I still love you! I just don’t know how to deal with this right now. Are you going to keep doing it with her?”
“I’m sure she’d understand if I told her I couldn’t anymore.”
“But that wouldn’t be your first choice?” she asked, seeing the obvious hope in my face that she wouldn’t ask me to do that.
“Look, it’s kind of like allowing Brenda to masturbate with other girls but not have sex with them,” I said, hoping to make a point.
“Well, no, Cheryl. I’d say it was a lot different. You’re still having sex with your mom. You know, touching each other, kissing each other.” She stopped. “Do you do… everything?”
I nodded.
“And you like it?”
“Lisa, I am a very sexual person. It’s a large part of my personality.”
“Does your friend Dana know?”
“Deanna?”
“Yeah, the one you made the movies with.”
“Yeah. She’s done it with my mom since she was little, too.”
“Oh my God! Your mom is a real pedo, isn’t she?” She didn’t sound pissed or anything, just amazed.
I shrugged. “I guess, but she’s never once hurt a child. She would never touch a child who didn’t want it.”
“And you’re fine with that? You don’t mind if someone does something sexual with a child as long as the child is okay with it?”
The look on her face and the tone of her voice was, well, different from how I had ever heard it before. It wasn’t condemning. It was… curious. But curious in a way I’d never heard from her. Then again, it wasn’t as if we’d known each other a long time or anything, either.
“Yeah. Look at me. I’m not all sick and warped and stuff. I don’t want to go out and kill people or get sick revenge on my mom. She didn’t use me. She loved me. She made sure my needs were met and taught me how sex is just the most intimate way possible for people to express their love for each other.”
I could tell my words were getting through to her.
“Have you ever touched a child like that?” she asked.
I had to tell her the truth. I felt it was an obligation to our relationship. “Only if they wanted to.”
“And you like that too? Sex with a child?” Again, more curious than anything else, but I could tell there was something else, an emotion I was missing.
“Lisa, I’m still in touch with a lot of the girls I had sex with. They are sweet, well-adjusted, loving children. And they still love me.”
“I guess this is sort of our mutual confession party, huh?”
“Yeah. Do you have something to confess?”
“Cheryl, everyone has something they could confess when it comes to sex. Everyone has secrets about that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
She took a deep breath. “While I’ve never done anything sexual with my mom, I’m not exactly free and clear in the incest department.”
“You mean you and Rachel.” It was a statement, not a question.
She looked shocked that I’d figured it out. “How’d you know?”
“It’s obvious, really. First, if it’s incest, who else would it be? Your dad?”
“God, no way,” Lisa said and shuddered, “but I do have cousins, you know.”
“Actually, I didn’t. Anyway, look at some of the obvious hints that you two at least have gotten it on before. You share a bedroom and a bed. You’re a lesbian, and she’s bi. You are extremely close. You have your computer in the room you share with your sister, and you’ve already told me about watching porn and masturbating at the computer. In fact, when I found out you two shared the room, my first thought was, where was Rachel during these masturbation fests? And you told me how she ‘gets off’ listening in on what she records? And you avoided me by deflecting when I asked what she likes to listen to. Then there’s your obvious knowledge of each other’s sexual escapades.”
“Shit. I never looked at it like that.”
“I’m totally surprised your mom and dad don’t figure it out.”
Lisa looked at me funny when I said that.
“You mean they have?” I said.
“Worse.”
“Oh my God! They caught you?”
Lisa nodded. “That’s why we reacted the way we did earlier when she told you she was bi and you wanted to know if our parents knew about it.
“What was that like to get caught together?” I asked before adding, “Engaged in sister-sister incestuous lesbian sex?”
She gave me a look of mock disgust at my teasing. “Not as bad as you’d think.” She paused and looked at me. “So anything we say in here stays in here?”
“Of course.”
“It turns out my mom and her cousin Andrea did stuff together when they were young. Mom said she couldn’t very well get too pissed at us if she’d sort of done the same thing.”
“How old were the two of you when you got caught?” I asked.
“I was fourteen and Rachel was twelve.”
“Do you two still…?” I asked.
“Yeah, of course.”
“And you’re upset my mom and I still do it?”
“I’m not upset, really, just jealous, that’s all. I want you for myself.”
“Well, I’m not that possessive. I’m fine with you and Rachel doing it.”
“Would it be okay if I did it with a girl who wasn’t my sister?”
“Depends,” I said. “Am I there too?”
Lisa frowned, disappointed, I suppose, that I hadn’t reacted the way she had wanted. “No. We’re all alone.”
“And I assume she’s your age?”
“Of course.”
“Then no, you can’t.”
She frowned and asked, “Why can I do it with my sister, but not another girl? I don’t want to because I agree that would be cheating, but I’m just curious.”
“Let’s put it this way, and maybe you’ll understand, if you don’t already without realizing it. Would you ever leave me for your sister?”
“Of course not.”
“Would it be possible — not probable, now, just possible — that you could leave me for another girl that isn’t related to you, or that you didn’t at least view like a sister or aunt or something like that?”
“I never would. I love you.”
“That’s not what I asked. Could you leave me for another girl? You know, the way it happens every day in the real world?”
“Oh. I get it. You’re not jealous of Rachel because she’s not a threat to you.”
“I told you I knew I’d fall for a smart girl.”
“And by the same token, I shouldn’t have a problem with you having sex with your mom for the same reason. She could never be a threat to steal you away from me.”
“Any more than my sisters could, or my aunt, or my mom’s lover or my aunt’s.”
“Wait. What?” It was time to let the other shoe drop.
“They aren’t a threat to you either.”
“Are you saying you have sex with them, too?”
“Yes.”
“Good Lord! Has your life just been one long orgy?!”
“Seems that way sometimes. I can tell you it’s been tons of fun!”
“You told me about your twin sisters. Aren’t they only eleven?”
“Yeah. We’ve been doing it since they were eight. I don’t know how long they’ve been doing it with each other. They’re from Colombia. They aren’t really my sisters any more than Jenna is. We just live our lives as if we’re real sisters.”
“Well fuck me,” she said, obviously trying to digest all of this news.
“So is there anything else you feel you should tell me?” I asked.
She looked at me and got up to turn on her computer. I watched, puzzled.
She booted up and opened a website called nifty.org. She opened a page of titles. It was all about incest and sex between adult women and little girls — moms with daughters, aunts with nieces, grandmothers with daughters and granddaughters, sisters with sisters. There was another page dedicated to little girls having sex with each other.
“Why are you showing me this?” I asked.
“This is one of my favorite websites,” she said. “I wasn’t angry that you and your mom had sex with little girls. I was, well, jealous.”
“Holy fuck,” I said, feeling numb. “You’re a lesbian pedo, too!”
She shrugged and gave me a crooked, slightly embarrassed grin. “That’s me.”
“Have you ever done anything? With a little girl?”
“No. Wanted to awful bad, but never did. Well, except for Rachel. We were like ten and eight when we started messing around, or maybe nine and seven. It’s been so long ago I don’t remember exactly. Our birthdays are only eight days apart, just different by two years.”
“So, you seduced Rachel when she was seven or eight, and you’d been doing it for several years when you got caught?”
“Yep.”
“And she loves it, right?”
“Yep.”
“God, Lisa. We are so made for each other.”
I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving to her breast.
Remembering my promise to Lisa’s mom, I leaned back from the kiss after taking a moment to enjoy it.
“Would you like to have sex with a couple of very sexy eleven-year-olds?” I asked.
“Your twin sisters?”
“Yep.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. They’re only eleven, and besides they’d never try to take you from me anyway.”
“And they wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
“So you’re okay with us doing it with others who aren’t, like, possible rivals.”
“That about says it. And while we’re on the subject, I have girlfriends I’ve known since I was little. Deanna and I met when we were nine and have been doing stuff ever since. She’s not a threat either. If we wanted to be with each other romantically, we could be. We’re a lot like sisters. There’s also Marie, who I loved when I was in middle school. She’s still a friend, too, but again, she’s absolutely no threat to you.”
“But no doing it with a girl who could become a rival, is that right?” she asked.
“Yep. That’s how I’d like our relationship to be.”
She thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I guess we could give it a try.”
“So then, how about it? Would you like some time with a couple of perpetually horny, very pretty, eleven-year-old girls?”
“I’d love that,” she said. I could almost see her drooling. “Are their pussies bald?”
“Completely,” I said. “They don’t even have to shave yet.”
“Can I sleep over tonight?”
“Do you mind if my sister Jenna joins in too?”
She didn’t even pause to think about it before she smiled. “The more the merrier! As long as we NEVER do it with a girl who is a potential rival.”
“Then you won’t mind if my mom, her sister, and their lovers want to watch or even join us?”
She grinned at me. “You’re right. We’re fucking made for each other!”
“So if I have a chance — or you do — to have sex with a little girl who is totally willing, that’s okay too, right?”
“Well, I don’t know where I’d find a girl like that, but I guess so.”
“Believe me, they’re more common than you think. You just have to know how to deal with the subject with them. Once you let them know it’s okay with you and offer yourself and your expertise to make them feel good, they’re more than willing, as long as you develop some trust with them beforehand. The one rule I never break is that I never do anything with a girl she isn’t totally wanting to do, and I make sure they know that, as well as how I won’t be mad if they don’t want to do something.”
A knock on the door interrupted us. “Dinner’s almost ready,” Rachel said from the other side of the door. She sounded sad. Left out.
Lisa opened the door and dragged her inside the room, pulling her into a hot kiss right in front of me.
“Hey –!” she blurted before being cut off by Lisa’s mouth and tongue.
“It’s okay. She knows,” Lisa said after breaking the kiss. She turned to me and said something I thought I would never hear.
“Would you like to kiss my sister?”
Rachel was looking back and forth between us.
“Only if you both want me to,” I said.
Rachel looked at Lisa, as if she couldn’t believe it either.
“You can never, ever, EVER try to steal her away from me,” Lisa told Rachel.
“I won’t,” Rachel said before taking my face in her hands and kissing me, her tongue swarming the inside of my mouth. Her lips were soft, like buttery biscuits. I could tell she’d been wanting to kiss me.
As if on auto-pilot, one hand reached for her boobs and massaged them through her top. She was wearing a bra, so I dipped my hands beneath her shirt and bra to touch the soft globes of flesh. I could feel each nipple stiffen against my palm before my fingers tweaked it. Rachel moved her body against me, softly humping me as her breathing grew deeper with excitement. Her own hand sought my breasts, mimicking my movements. Breaking the kiss, we looked into each other’s eyes. I knew that if their parents weren’t there we would be naked and on their bed in less than five seconds. In spite of the orgasm I’d experienced a short time ago in their bathroom, I was as turned on as I’d ever been.
As we stood there making promises with our eyes, Lisa broke her oath about saying nothing about what I’d told her.
“She has sex with her mom and aunt and sisters.”
“Holy fuck! Really?” Rachel said, looking at me for confirmation.
What the hell! I thought. Glaring at Lisa, I said, “You said you’d never tell anyone!”
“I said it would never leave this room,” Lisa replied, grinning.
Oh, well, she had a point there, and I realized she would never have told Rachel if she even suspected Rachel might tell someone. I just shrugged, nodding in defeat. “Just never tell anyone, okay? People could go to jail.”
“Who am I to go blabbing about someone committing incest?” she said, smiling. Yes, my secrets were safe with her. “And you really have sex with all of them?”
“Sometimes at the same time,” I said, and Rachel’s jaw dropped open in amazement.
“And I get to spend the night tonight, where I get to have sex with Cheryl’s eleven-year-old twin sisters,” Lisa added.
“Rachel’s into the little ones too?” I asked.
“Definitely,” Rachel said. Then she sat down at the computer and loaded up an image of a girl who looked to be about ten kissing another girl who looked maybe eight or nine. They were naked and the older girl had her finger inside the slit of the younger one.
“My favorite picture,” Rachel said and reached down to give her pussy a squeeze through her shorts.
“Dinner!” we heard their mother call. Rachel closed down the computer and we went to eat before Lisa and I set off for a night of fun with my family.
Rachel just looked jealous, and I could tell she was hoping for an invitation to join us at my house soon.
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