Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Girl Lover

“OOOOOOHHHH — WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS…”

Raven jerked up in the bed. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE…”

“It’s Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie answered with a smile.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS SMUDGEJOB SCAREPANTS?!”

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Bonnie corrected her.

“I don’t give a fuck! Turn that shit off!”

Bonnie ignored her.

Raven groaned, then turned her head toward the sound of Kala’s laughter. “What are you laughing at?!”

“You.”

Kala, seeing Jennie’s fearful look at Raven, told the child, “Don’t worry, she’s not really mad.”

“What time is it?!” Raven checked her phone and answered her own question. 6:32 AM.

Muttering under her breath, Raven got up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she lay down again, watching the show absentmindedly.

After several minutes, she asked Bonnie, “If they’re living underwater, how come they’re able to use a stove?”

“They just can.”

“But you can’t use a stove underwater.”

“Raven, it’s just a cartoon,” Kala reminded her.

“It doesn’t make any sense, though. You shouldn’t be able to use a stove underwater.”

Raven tried to sit through the inanities of the show, but after a while couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Now they’ve got a bathtub full of water! This is too fucking stupid.”

“That’s just the way it is,” Bonnie shrugged.

Kala asked sarcastically, “You want your cartoons to be realistic?”

“I don’t want them to be stupid. I draw the line at campfires and bathtubs of water at the bottom of the ocean.”

The other three giggled at her.

Raven got up. “This is too much for me. I’m gonna go get some breakfast for us somewhere. I’ll be back.” She quickly dressed and left.

A minute later, Kala got out of bed too and peeked out the window. “It looks pretty nice out there.”

Pulling her clothes on, she said, “Jennie, you want to go for a little walk in the woods before we start riding again today?”

Jennie jumped up excitedly. “Yeah!”

“Want to come with us, Bonnie?” asked Kala.

“Nah.”

“Okay, we’ll be back in a bit. I’m taking the key, and I’ll lock the door. You can let Raven in when she comes back with the food.”

Bonnie nodded, still absorbed in her show.

Kala and Jennie opened the door, flooding the room with morning sunlight, then walked out, holding hands.

It was only a few minutes later when Bonnie heard a knock at the motel room door. After pushing back the sheets, she padded over to open up for Raven.

The moment she unlocked the door, it suddenly slammed opened to reveal the hard faces of Jadis and Diamond.

The women shoved Bonnie back inside, where she fell hard on the floor. As Diamond shut the door behind them, Jadis leered down at the girl, “Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

*****

Along a trail in the woods, Kala and Jennie walked hand in hand. The sun felt warm on their skin. Bending over to pick a wildflower beside the trail, Jennie held it up to Kala, sporting her trademark bashful smile.

Kala took the flower and knelt down, quickly looking around to check that they were alone before planting a kiss on Jennie’s lips.

*****

“That’ll be $21.47.”

Raven pulled out her wallet, fished out a twenty and a five, and handed them to the clerk.

The clerk gave Raven four empty cups to fill at the drink machine, then opened the cash register and began counting out the change.

*****

Her heart thumping in panic, Bonnie tried to scramble away on her hands and knees, only to be seized and violently pulled backward.

“Think you’d got away?!” Jadis sneered. “No one escapes me!”

Thrown heavily over onto her back, Bonnie stared up at the woman through tear-filled eyes. Jadis straddled her, closing her grip around Bonnie’s throat. Bonnie grasped at her wrists, desperately trying to pull the strong hands away from her throat as she struggled to breathe.

*****

“We should probably head back now.”

Jennie grinned up at Kala, “Okay. Race you!”

Without waiting for an answer, Jennie took off down the trail. Kala smiled at the girl with love, then ran after her.

*****

Raven held the cup against the Mountain Dew lever, and waited as the cup slowly filled. She wasn’t sure what Kala or Jennie would want. When Bonnie’s Mountain Dew finished, she held one cup under the Pepsi nozzle and the other under the 7-Up nozzle. They were just going to have to make do with those.

*****

“Where’s my money?!”

Bonnie gasped for breath, “I… don’t… know…”

Jadis pulled out a knife, bringing the sharp blade within inches of Bonnie’s face. “Where’s Raven and Kala?”

“Ra… ven… went… for… break… fast… Kala… went… for… walk…”

Diamond picked up the two duffle bags. “Found it.”

“Good,” Jadis nodded. “Now we wait for them.”

*****

Jennie raced along as fast as she could, giggling the whole time with the exhilaration of being chased. Kala was leisurely jogging not far behind her, admiring how adorable the nine-year-old girl looked as she ran.

Suddenly, Kala’s eyes widened. She quickly sprinted up to Jennie, grabbing her and pulling her behind a tree.

“Jennie… shhh… don’t make a sound.” She pulled out her Glock. “I want you to stay right here behind this tree. Don’t move from it. Understand?”

The child slowly nodded, terribly frightened.

“I need to go back to the motel by myself. You might hear some noises, but I want you to stay right here and don’t come out, okay?”

Jennie’s lips quivered as if she were going to cry.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you.” After giving Jennie a kiss, Kala crouched low, then crept through the woods toward the highway, looking back once at the girl to make sure she stayed put.

Kala headed across the road to the cafe just as Raven was coming out, her hands full with sacks of food. “Jadis is here!”

Dropping the bags to the ground, Raven pulled out her Glock, but Kala blocked her. “You can’t just go charging in. That’s what they’re expecting us to do.”

“How many are there?”

“I counted four bikes.”

Running to hide themselves in the woods near the cafe, they looked across the highway, spying out the area around the motel.

“There’s Rayne, and there’s Ash,” said Kala. “I don’t see anyone else. Jadis and Diamond must be inside the room with Bonnie.”

Raven thought for a minute, then said, “I know Ash. She wouldn’t turn against us so easily. All she knows is whatever Jadis told her. I’m gonna text her.”

“Are you crazy?! How do you know she won’t turn us in?!”

“She won’t.”

“You willing to bet Bonnie’s life on that?”

Raven pulled out her phone. “Yep.”

As Raven and Kala watched her from their concealed position among the trees, Ash pulled her phone from her pocket and read the message. After saying something to Rayne they couldn’t hear, she casually walked across the road and took a few steps into the woods.

“Raven? You there?” she called quietly.

“Over here,” Raven called back, just as quietly.

Upon coming closer and seeing them, Ash’s eyes widened, “Jesus, Raven! You really are here!” Then her voice became angry, “What the fuck you been doin’?! You went rogue on us!”

“No, we didn’t. Maya and Lucia distracted us so Jadis could rape my girl.”

“Shit. I didn’t know about that. I never did like Jadis’s idea of sharing everything. But why’d you take the money?”

“Well, seeing as how we were leaving and how I wanted to get back at Jadis for what she did, I decided that was me and Kala’s cut of the loot. After all, ya’ll were going to hit more banks.”

Ash nodded slowly.

Raven looked closely at the woman. “We really could use your help now.”

After a moment’s pause, Ash said, “Jadis isn’t only after the money. She wants all of you dead. I fucking can’t stand the thought of her murdering those two little kids. Count me in.”

“So what’re we gonna do?” Kala asked.

“They’re holed up in there with one of the girls,” Ash told them. “There’s only one thing we can do. Try to kill them before they kill us.”

*****

Ash walked back across the road to the parking lot of the motel. Heading over to Rayne, she began talking to her, distracting her so she would be unaware of Raven approaching from behind until it was too late. Raven hit her hard with the butt of her gun, and Rayne collapsed to the asphalt, unconscious.

Quietly sneaking up to the door of their room, Raven ever so carefully inserted the key and unlocked it. After looking at Kala and Ash beside her, nodding at them, she suddenly threw the door open.

As she stepped quickly inside, everything became a blur for Raven — Bonnie on the floor on her back, Jadis standing over her — Diamond whipping around toward Raven while raising her gun — Raven putting two rounds into Diamond, dropping her — and Raven’s right shoulder exploding in pain, causing the Glock to slip from her hand.

Kala came through the doorway, firing once. But Bonnie had started to get up and was in the way, so the shot went wide, missing Jadis. Then Kala had to duck back outside when Jadis, using Bonnie as a shield, swung her gun towards Kala, splintering the door frame with a shot.

As Jadis turned to aim at her, Raven drew her boot knife with her left hand and threw it hard, just as Jadis pulled the trigger.

The gun fell from the gang leader’s hand as she reached for the knife sticking out of her neck, severing her carotid artery. Jadis stared at Raven for a brief moment, then paled and fell to the floor, dead.

Bonnie ran over sobbing and threw her arms around Raven. Raven couldn’t seem to focus her eyes on Bonnie… and suddenly her legs gave out from under her. She crumpled down as Bonnie screamed.

Kala and Ash rolled Raven onto her back, revealing two dark red splotches on the front of her shirt. As Bonnie hugged Raven, crying, “Please don’t die,” Ash tried in vain to pull the grieving girl away while also yanking out her phone and dialing 911. Kala grabbed a towel from the bathroom, using it to plug the gunshot wounds in Raven’s chest and shoulder.

Raven, semiconscious, mumbled, “Bonnie… is Bonnie all right?”

“Yes, she’s fine,” Kala quickly assured her. “Now stay with me, Raven!”

“EMS is on its way,” Ash reported.

Kala looked at her. “Ash, listen, we can’t have the kids getting involved with the authorities. All right?”

The woman nodded.

“There’s a trail behind the motel, on the left,” Kala told her, “leading into the woods. About a hundred feet down it is the other little girl. Her name’s Jennie and she’s hiding behind a tree. Take Bonnie with you, so Jennie will know you’re a friend. Keep both girls hidden there until after the police have gone.”

Ash got up. She attempted to take the child’s hand and lead her from the room, but Bonnie held tightly on to Raven. “No, I won’t leave her… don’t die… please don’t die… I love you…”

Blinking, Raven looked into Bonnie’s eyes and tried to give her a smile, but everything was blurry, and then… faded… to… black…

*****

Kala walked down the hall of Las Animas County Hospital toward room 138. Raven had come out of surgery a few hours earlier and was expected to wake up at any time.

A sheriff’s deputy stood outside the door. As Kala approached, she asked him, “Is she awake yet?”

“No. I’m still waiting for her to come around so I can get a statement.”

Kala quietly entered the room. Raven’s right shoulder and chest were bandaged. An IV tube dangled from her left arm. Kala saw that her eyes were still closed as she went over to the side of the bed.

In the reflection in the mirror by the sink, Kala watched the deputy trail her inside, stopping about ten feet behind her. She maneuvered her body so she was between Raven and the deputy.

“Raven…?” she whispered.

Kala took her friend’s hand, gently squeezing it. “Raven, can you hear me? Ash is hiding the girls. The cops don’t know about ‘em.”

There was no response.

“Raven?”

Very slowly, Raven’s eyes came open halfway… and to Kala’s surprise, subtly winked at her.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Kala asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

The deputy, able to hear some conversation, took a step towards them. Kala barely glanced over at him with her peripheral vision. She felt Raven squeezing her hand, bringing her attention back.

Raven asked in a questioning tone, “What did those robbers want at the motel? I don’t remember nothing.” Raven squeezed her hand hard, staring intensely at her as she whispered fiercely, “Nothing!”

Kala stared back, giving a nearly imperceptible nod of understanding.

*****

Monday, late morning. Kala and Raven walked slowly toward the motel room. Raven was returning after spending two days in the hospital recovering from surgery. Her only visitor had been Kala, because they didn’t want anyone finding out about the girls.

As the door opened and Raven walked inside, Bonnie leaped to her feet, running over and throwing herself into the woman’s arms.

“Hey, careful now,” Raven said with a smile. “I’m still kind of weak.”

Bonnie buried her face in Raven’s chest. “It seems like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I missed you too.”

Kala walked over to Ash, “Thanks for watching the girls.”

“No problem.”

“So what’re you going to do now that Jadis is dead? Without her, the Burning Angels are pretty much no more.”

Ash shrugged, “Go back to San Antonio, I guess.”

Raven walked over to a duffle bag and unzipped it. “Thanks for everything, Ash. Here, take some of the loot. Part of it’s yours anyway, and after all you’ve done, you deserve it.”

Ash took out two handfuls of bills. “You’re gonna need most of it taking care of these kids. But if you’re ever in San Anton’, look me up. G’bye, girls.”

“Bye,” Bonnie and Jennie waved.

Ash left the room, leaving them alone.

“Well, checkout’s in less than an hour,” Kala said, “and we need to decide what we’re gonna do.”

Raven sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and began looking at Google Maps. Kala came over and sat beside her. “Let’s go back to Austin.”

“There’s a couple of problems with that,” Raven answered. “Whoever’s watching for us in Austin might not know that Jadis is dead, and so it could be dangerous to go back. Also, the police there will be looking for the girls.”

“Well, where else can we go?”

“Hey, there’s the tree!”

Raven and Kala looked at Jennie, who had crawled up on the bed beside Kala and was looking at the map.

“Huh?” Raven queried.

“What tree?” Kala asked.

“There,” Jennie pointed to a name on the map. “That’s where Grandma lives.”

Raven and Kala looked at where she was pointing. Walnut Grove. “Your grandma lives there?”

“Yeah. We could live with her. She’s really nice.”

“I think your grandma will want to know what you and Bonnie are doing with us.”

“She won’t care. She never liked my dad and told us that if me and mom could ever get away from him, we should live with her.”

“She didn’t like your dad?”

“No. She’s my mom’s mom and was always telling Mom to leave him. After my dad moved us to Texas, I didn’t see her anymore.”

“Do you know her address?”

“Um, no… but I remember how to get there.”

“What do you think?” Kala asked Raven.

“I’m wondering what Grandma’s gonna say when you pull up on a motorcycle with her granddaughter and ask if we can stay with her.”

“I just know she’ll love y’all,” Jennie assured them.

“Well, it’s a better possibility than Austin, so I say we go,” Kala announced to the others.

Raven stood up. “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Purple Les

Me and Mary stopped holding hands when we reached the bottom of the stairs and went to sit together in the easy chair.

There was that funny feeling I had in my tummy as we waited for the Trans to come pick up their ten and five year old daughters, Mary and Lucy.

Meanwhile, Mary took every chance to get me alone and kiss me.

“We’re just going in the kitchen for some water, Mom,” we’d say, and then kiss once we were out of Mom’s sight. We had been friends since first grade. How was I to know that for all the years I would think of kissing her, she had thought the same, but we never tried anything till New Year’s Eve last night?

Now it looked like all Mary wanted to do was make up for lost time. I did too. Last night and this morning with her sister weren’t going to be enough for us. It was fun and felt so great. Since her parents would be here any moment, there wasn’t much choice for us. Being a kid can suck. No freedom to just stay together when you want to. Okay so we’re kids, but we have feelings too you know.

We heard the car pull into the driveway. Mrs. Tran was at the door, and Mr. Tran right behind her with a big bag of food.

“What’s all this?”

“We had to get the restaurant going, Carol, so we made some food for you and Katy. Make sure everything work okay, you know.” said Mr. Tran.

“Me and Katy?! There’s enough for an army here. Won’t you come in for awhile, help us eat some of this?”

“Oh, I wish we could but we can’t leave the restaurant long, just the cook and waiter there now.” said Mr. Tran handing Mom the food and going back to the car.

Mom brought the food in while Mary and Lucy got their coats and boots on. We did a reverse of when they got here, and I handed stuff to my Mom, who handed it to Mrs. Tran, who gave it to Mr. Tran.

“Mrs. Tran, can Mary stay again tonight? Please?”

“Yeah, Mom! Can I please?” added Mary, both of us using our best begging faces.

Mrs. Tran winked at my Mom then looked at me and Mary.

“No, I don’t think so. You both look like you were up all night. Let’s give poor Carol a break. She’s not young like me. She need her rest.”

Mom laughed, “I don’t mind really. If Mary wants to stay she can.”

“Thanks, Carol, but I think she better come home and take a nap. Take a nap with her sister, keep Lucy out of trouble. Besides, we may be busy today, so I might need her help later.”

Mary looked like I felt — sad.

So I said, “I could come home with you and help Mary in the restaurant!”

Mrs. Tran just looked at me and laughed. “Oh thank you, Katy, but you look like you going to fall asleep in the doorway there.”

Mr. and Mrs. Tran thanked my mom again, and Mom thanked them again for the food, and then after my best friend and her little sister hugged Mom goodbye, they got Mary and Lucy in the car. We all yelled Happy New Year to each other, and then they were gone.

Me and Mom were still pretty full from breakfast, but the food smelled so good we had some. Well, to be honest we had a lot. But there was still a ton left over.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we vegged out for awhile in the living room. Mom wanted to wash my hair, so I knelt on the step stool with my head over the kitchen sink. Mom got my hair all wet with the faucet and then shampooed my hair, rinsed it, and washed it again. I loved the way she would rub my scalp; it felt good.

After she rinsed it out again, she had me straighten up and wrapped a towel around my head. She patted my butt and told me to get down off the stool.

“Keep the towel on while I clean up in here. Then I’ll dry and brush your hair out.”

I went to sit in the back room, a small room at the back of the house where we keep the computer and the sewing machine and stuff.

I was just looking out the back window at the snow and the blue sky. Then a snowy owl landed. They are beautiful, all white and the only owls I think that hunt during the day.

“Mom, Mom, Mom! Come quick! Hurry!”

You know when I yell like that I could be bleeding to death or something, and Mom just ignores me. So I yelled out, “Mom! There’s a snowy owl out back!” Now that brought her running, but if I had said, ‘I’m dying, Mom!’ she probably would have taken a nap before she came to me.

She came and put her hands on my shoulders. “Where, Katy?!” I pointed to where she could see it, and she was all excited like me.

“Keep an eye on her! I have to get my camera!”

We are used to seeing animals like deer, rabbits, squirrels, hawks, skunks, raccoons, opossums, ravens, woodchucks, eagles, and once in great while a porcupine in the back yard. One time Mom even chased a black bear out of the yard banging a pot and pan together. This was the first snowy owl we ever saw in the yard though.

Mom was back with her digital camera. The owl had stayed where she was, and Mom got a bunch of pictures of it. Then Mom sat in the big rocking chair we have back there, and I sat on her lap. We were just watching the owl and the sky. It felt so nice to have Mom with her arms around me and her chin resting on my shoulder, her face against mine.

After a long while the owl left.

“Where do you think she came from, Mom?”

“I guess from way up north. She came to say ‘hi’ to us I guess.”

Then Mom took the towel off my head and dried my hair and brushed it out.

The sky got dark and it started to snow hard sideways. Aunt Billie would always say ‘the weather changes here faster than you can drop your drawers’ and then she’d laugh. Now when I thought of that I sort of pictured Aunt Billie pulling her panties down in front of Mom.

We went in to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Mom, can you put my hair in a French braid, please?”

“Sure, just let me brush it some more to get it dried out better.”

“I think I’m a werewolf, Mom.”

She didn’t say anything, just kept brushing my hair.

“Wanna know why, Mom?”

“No, not really, honey.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you anyway. Remember how Mrs. Schmidt’s terrier got bit by something in the woods, and then a week later it nipped me? Well, I think he’d been bit by a werewolf and then passed it to me.”

Mom stopped brushing my hair and started to braid my hair. She just went, “Uh-huh.”

“Remember last winter when those dog tracks came right up to the back door and stopped, and there was blood? That had to be me coming home from a kill.”

“Katy, that was Mr. Keller’s dog. He’d tangled with something and went through our yard.”

“Then how come a few times I’ve woken up in the morning and my pajamas are off? That’s because I changed in to a wolf during the night.”

“That’s because you roll around in bed so much in your sleep,” she said as she finished my braid. “There. Go look at your braid in the mirror.”

I went into the bathroom and looked at my hair and came and sat back on the couch.

“I don’t like it, Mom. Can you take it out, please?”

“Sure, turn your back to me.”

“Gee, Mom, it was funny seeing Lucy get ready for bed right out here, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Mary getting her little sister naked like that in front of us.”

“Hmm, well I guess maybe they are used to that or something. Mary didn’t seem shy about being nude in front of us, either.”

Mom had my braid undone and was brushing my hair out again.

“Um, Mom? Uh, if you ever wanted to go around naked — um — it’s alright. I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Uh, okay…? Thanks…?” Then she stopped and I could tell she was thinking about something she wanted to say. “Katy? You don’t have to tell me, but you know how you said you and Mary had never done anything sexual. Did that change last night?”

I wanted to tell her everything about last night and about this morning, but all that came out was, “Um, yeah well , uh, we sort of… um, yeah it changed last night.” I put my hands over my face and started to laugh like an idiot. “Mom we had sex and made love, and it is like the very best thing ever! Ever! I think I want to marry her.”

Mom kissed the back of my head and asked if I was hungry. I wasn’t. I asked if we could watch a movie instead. She said sure, and I picked out this one I’d been dying to see with all these monsters together in it.

Mom put on the Christmas lights and the manger lights and put the hall light on. She covered me with a quilt when she got back to the couch. After she sat down, I put my head on her lap and she started the movie.

It was Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. I was so excited! I’d seen a preview of it and it looked great. Then the beginning started. Then all of a sudden it was quiet. The TV was off, and the kitchen light was on. I was alone on the couch. I could hear Mom talking on the phone. Dang! I’d fallen asleep as soon as the movie started. I listened to see who Mom was talking to.

“… I know just what you mean, Grace.”

Oh, she was talking to Mrs. Tran.

“… your daughters are beautiful…. no not at the same time, but I did see both of them, yes. Yes, I’m glad Lucy liked her feel goods. I loved giving them to her. Yes,  Katy told me she and Mary did something too, but I didn’t get any details. No… you either? Oh? What did Lucy tell you? Breakfast? They what?…”

I heard Mom laughing, but more like a laugh when Aunt Billie tells Mom a dirty joke and Mom doesn’t get it at first and then gets it and then has a kind of dirty laugh when she thinks about it some more.

“Oh my god, Grace, you’re getting me all hot now! Yes, Lucy is so cute, and she… well you taught her well, Grace…. Oh, she tells you what she does with Mary?… No, I never did with Katy, either…. Well at least you get to see Mary in the shower with you and hear about what they do from Lucy…. I agree, Grace. In this crazy world, might as well enjoy all the beauty and pleasure you can get. Like you said, it’s not hurting anyone…. Your girls said that about me?… That’s so sweet, and so dirty. I love it…. Aw, thanks. That’s so nice of you to say. But I have to tell you, I just love that tight little bod of yours. Those perky little breasts with the big hard nipples. I love your face and your smile. Your eyes are amazing. Love your big muff over that beautiful pussy of yours, too. And don’t get me started on your sweet ass.”

Then Mom was just listening and making little noises, and saying ‘oh yeah I like that’ off and on, then more noises.

“I got to tell you, doing that with Lucy, and then seeing Mary nude, I am over-primed…. Oh jeez, Grace, we have to stop right now…. You know damn well why…. UH, yeah, nice, thanks. Okay, talk soon — and get together soon, I hope…. Yeah, you too…. Okay, Happy New Year!… No, no, thank you…. Okay, goodnight.”

As soon as Mom hung up the phone it rang again. She picked it up on the first ring.

“Happy New Year!” she said instead of ‘hello.’ “Oh hi, Billie. I guess you aren’t coming over tonight…. Yeah, it’s snowing like crazy here too. I just talked to Grace Tran, and they had hardly anyone at the restaurant.”

Great, I thought to myself. Mary could have been snowed in here with me instead of home. Stupid grownups.

“She’s out like a light on the couch. Well, I think she and her friend may have worn each other out last night…. Yep, that’s just what I mean…. No, I didn’t see anything…. Yes, Grace’s daughters are so beautiful, and I got a very good look at all their beauty if you know what I mean…. Yes, both of them…. No, not at the same time, sadly. One of them talking to me nude, and the other naked in my room with me. Would you like to hear more?… About what they look like, without any clothes on. Why yes, I’d love to tell you every single detail.

“Let me tell you about Lucy, though,” she continued. “She stayed in my room, and well, you better get ready for this.” Mom was quiet a minute, and then I heard her say, “I’m in the kitchen…. Um yeah, I have my pants open some.” She laughed a little then said, “Anyway, Lucy said she needed her feel goods for bedtime. I was like, what on earth?… Ha! That’s exactly right…. Yes, both of us were nude…. Huh? Oh, she’s five and so cute…. Well, I said, ‘what do I do?’ and she said we had to be naked, and then to put my mouth on her pooc….”

The furnace kicked on in the basement and I couldn’t hear what Mom was saying. I could hear her talking but couldn’t make out the words, but it sure sounded like what I’d thought. Mom licked Lucy’s pussy.

The furnace went off after a few minutes.

“…yes she gave me a feel good too. Reminded me of Penny at that age, so innocent but she sure knew what to do. Let me continue this from my room….” Mom laughed, then said, “Yeah, that would be hot to be caught like that.” More laughter. “Hold on while I change phones.”

I heard Mom go to her room and the bedroom light came on. I heard her come back to the kitchen and say.” Yeah, just a sec, Billie.” I heard her hang up the kitchen phone. She came in the living room, and I pretended to be asleep. She kissed my head and whispered, “I love you, angel.”

Then I heard her in her bedroom. I heard her say, “Now where were we, you naughty little girl…” and then her bedroom door closed.

I thought about picking up the extension and listening in, but I was lazy and comfy on the couch and still sleepy. I know you may already think I am a creepy kid for listening in like I did from the couch, but it’s the only way kids can ever find out what’s really going on.

Every once in awhile I could hear Mom go ‘uh’ or ‘mhhh’ through her door but that was about it. I just lay there. I was looking at the Christmas lights and thinking about the last few days.

First, after all the times I wished it would happen, I’d finally had sex with my teenage cousin Sammie. It was a million times better than I’d ever imagined it.

Then I saw Sammie and Mom having sex. That was a little weird at first to me, but the more I thought about it now, the hotter it became to me.

Then last night and having sex with Mary. That was like a bazillion times better than I’d every imagined it. Then there was the naughty stuff I’d done this morning with Mary and her sister Lucy.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Now Mom was in her room talking to Aunt Billie on the phone and they were talking about girl sex. I bet they were both masturbating. I know they were talking about sex with Lucy, and I guess talking about me and Mary too.

Then I was thinking about what I’d overheard my Mom say on the phone to Mary’s Mom. I reckoned that maybe my Mom and Mary’s Mom had talked about sex and stuff. Maybe they’d even fooled around for all I knew. It sure sounded like they had at least seen each other naked. I tried to think when and how it could have happened.

Maybe when me and Mary were at school. Maybe Mrs. Tran came over here with Lucy and then they were all naked maybe. Mom worked all day though. But Mom was off every other Wednesday. Maybe Mrs. Tran just told Mom about how she would get naked with Mary and Lucy and lick Lucy’s pussy. I wondered a lot about it but couldn’t know for sure what was going on.

I guessed that maybe Mrs. Tran had sex with Lucy, but for some reason not with Mary. I thought about the things that happened in the stories in Juicy Secrets. I thought about the things the two grownup women I e-mailed with said about sex with girls. How one of them did sex stuff with her three daughters.

While I was thinking about all that, I heard myself start to wheeze a little. That’s how my asthma would start, sometimes it would go away real fast by itself. Other times I had to use my inhaler. I started to cough so I reached for my inhaler. I always keep it in my pocket, but I couldn’t find it and started to cough harder. I hardly ever need my inhaler, but I always have it in case. I almost never have a bad attack, but all of sudden I was having a real bad one, I couldn’t breathe and was coughing something awful.

Mom opened her bedroom door. “Katy?!” Mom saw me, “I have to go Billie, it’s Katy, call you back later.”

Mom came over in her robe. She started checking my pockets for my inhaler, “Katy where’s your inhaler?”

I managed to get out that it may be on my bed headboard. Mom ran upstairs. I could hear her swearing up in my room. Then she came running back down with it.

“Okay, stay calm honey, here breathe out,” Mom said as she shook the inhaler and took the cap off the mouthpiece. Then she held it to my mouth and said,”Now breathe in.” and she shot a blast of the inhaler in my mouth. “Now again.” This time I could do it myself.

I started to get my breathe back some.

“Let’s wait a few minutes now, angel.”

We did, I was still having trouble breathing, but I wasn’t coughing anymore. Mom had me use the inhaler a couple more times. Finally I was alright again, but I was still breathing kind of hard.

Mom was holding me, kissing my head. She said, “Are you going to be okay, sweetie? I could take you to the hospital.” I could see by the way she was looking at me that she would take me to the ER even though it was a ninety-minute drive in good weather. With the storm it would be really hard to get there. Except I knew Mom would get us there if we really needed to go.

I hugged Mom tight as I could. “I love you so much!” I was scared I might cry.

She looked at me kind of surprised. “Uh, I love you too. But how do you feel? Please don’t start crying, you’ll make it worse. ”

“I’ll be okay.”

Mom looked kind of worried.

“Honest, Mom. I’m okay now.”

We just sat there on the couch for awhile. Mom said she had to call Aunt Billie back. I could hear her on the phone, but they didn’t talk really. Mom just told her I’d had an asthma attack and was alright now. I heard Mom laugh and say, ”Yeah, Billie, you’re funny. Katy interrupt-us, good one. Yeah okay, Billie, see you tomorrow, love you too.” And Mom hung up.

Mom came back to the couch and put her arm around me. I was breathing a little better now. She kissed my head again. It felt like it must be three in the morning.

“What time is it, Mom?”

“A little after eight o’clock.”

“Oh, it seemed later.” I was wide awake now.

“You want to try and watch your movie again?”

Well that was a great idea, so we watched it. I was awake through the whole movie this time, and Mom seemed to like it too. There are lots of great monsters in it. The part I loved the most, though, is when the two women in it were skinny dipping and a monster came and they had to run away from the monster bare naked.

We had a snack with some of the Chinese food and watched TV on the couch while we ate.

We just watched TV for awhile, and then I had to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom and peed and washed and brushed my teeth, then went up to put my pajamas on. Mom said she’d be up to tuck me in.

Even though it was cold up there, I stood bare naked for a little while. I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d been naked and doing sex stuff in my bedroom with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie, and now with Mary too.

I could see them in my mind, naked in my room. I was trying to picture them together in my room with me, all of us naked. My finger sort of just went to my slit and was going up and down real slow. Then Mom opened the stairway door, and yelled up she was coming to tuck me in. I put on my pajamas real quick and got in bed. I made it just before she got to the top of the stairs. She tucked me in and we talked a little bit. She made sure I could reach my inhaler, and she saw the Chinese puzzle box. I told her Mary left it here for me to try open. Mom said it was pretty. Then she kissed me goodnight, turned off my light, and went downstairs, leaving the night light on. I put my sock monkey, Ingrid, under the covers with me and hugged her. I think I fell asleep thinking about monsters chasing me and Mary. We were running around naked to get away from them.

The next morning was so cold, but the sun was blazing, so it seemed nicer than it was. I got up and put on my robe and slippers and made my bed, before tucking Ingrid under the covers some to keep warm. I went downstairs to the bathroom then to the kitchen.

Mom asked how I felt, (“Fine, Mom”) and how I slept, and I said like I always say, “On my side Mom,” and she gave me a light smack on my butt like she always does. I sat down and we had breakfast at the kitchen table.

Then we got dressed and put all our extra cold weather gear on and I shoveled the walk while she got the snow blower out of the garage and cleared the driveway. Then Mom went down the road a little way to clear out the driveway for Mrs. Schmidt, who’s old and alone except for her old dog.

I like seeing that fluffy snow blow all over from the snowblower into the bright blue sky and the sunlight hitting all the sparkly flakes. I bet that’s what heaven looks like. So pretty you can’t look too long or it hurts your eyes.

After that was done we just walked up and down the road a little bit. Mom was glad she was still off from work, and I was still off of school, ’cause it would be hours before our road would get plowed.

We warmed up in the kitchen and drank some hot chocolate after we left our boots and coats and stuff in the side entryway.

No one on earth makes hot chocolate like my Mom. It’s like drinking a real good candy bar.

Then she went and showered and when she was done I took a shower too.

I put on clean clothes in my bedroom. I put on my regular blue cotton panties, my warm extra heavy socks, my long sleeve tie-dye t-shirt, my a little too big for me but very warm and comfy denim bib overalls, and my big warm sweater. I took my sock monkey, Ingrid, and my comic book and went downstairs to the couch and read.

I read the whole comic book. Then the sun was moving down. The sky was a bunch of blue colors, from real light to real dark blue. In the dark blue part I could see a couple of stars. The sun looked small with a little bit of orange in the light blue part of the sky. I felt sort of nice. I don’t know how to describe it. I felt peaceful inside. And then after a little while, I felt horny too.

I thought of Sammie and Penny and Aunt Sue. I bet they were all bare naked right this moment having sex. I bet Mary and her little sister Lucy were bare naked and fooling around. Everyone had someone for sex all the time but me. Mrs. Tran had Mr. Tran and her daughters, or Lucy at least, that I could figure for sure. Aunt Billie had all her girlfriends and my Mom. I looked out the front window for awhile.

“Mom? What are you doing?” I yelled out.

“I’m looking at pictures on face book of Aunt Sue’s New Year’s celebration. You want to see them?” she yelled back.

I yelled back I’d be right there, and Mom yelled for me to close the drapes and put a light on.

I did. I started to walk slowly to the back room. I knew I was going to put the moves on Mom. I didn’t know how I would ever do it. But I knew I would for sure try.

I stood in the doorway for a moment. Mom looked good. She had on her heavy black sweater that really showed off her boobs. She had on her old worn blue jeans that she liked to wear to relax in. Her dark hair was pulled to one side. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, and the beautiful smile she has, the smile I never see a lot of anymore. Her smile reminded me of the snow flying in the air before. So bright and beautiful it could blind you.

I stood at her side and she put her arm around my waist, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

There were a ton of pictures. The ones I liked best were of Sammie and Penny. They looked like movie stars for New Year’s Eve. Everyone in the pictures had on gowns. Okay not the men, but all the women and girls. Uncle Peter was out of town. He spent New Year’s in France. Mom always says we’ll go there someday, just me and her. Aunt Sue is a very good hostess it looks like.

There were some other ones from the day after. Just pictures of Penny, Sammie, and Aunt Sue in their robes and stuff. One was a selfie of Aunt Sue and Sammie. I kept looking at it ’cause I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw some of Penny way in the background. I knew it was Penny but I wasn’t sure if she had any clothes on. I could see enough that I could tell for sure she didn’t have her robe on. I couldn’t see enough to be sure she didn’t maybe have panties on or something, but I could sure see a lot of skin. Then I had to wonder if Sammie and Aunt Sue were naked under their robes.

“Are there any more pictures, Mom?” I was hoping maybe they had a bunch of naked ones.

“That’s all. I’m just going to look at some of my other contacts and catch up some.”

“Okay.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders for her, like I do sometimes after she gets home from work.

“Oh that feels so good, Katy. You have magic fingers. You could earn a living doing that.”

I could see that Mom had another window open, but she had it small so I wouldn’t see it.

I let up on her shoulders and moved my hands down her arms. I put my hands on top of hers.

I moved my right hand so the mouse pointed at the reduced window on the screen of the computer.

I clicked the mouse. Up came the Juicy Secrets web site with a story right in the middle.

Mom had her finger in her mouth, biting the knuckle.

“Go ahead and finish your story, Mom. I’ve read that one. It’s really hot.”

I started to rub Mom’s shoulders again. She was sort of shaking a little.

I started to read to myself over her shoulder. Then my hands slowly crept down her chest till I had my hands on her boobs. I could feel her nipples were hard. Even through her sweater and bra I could feel them.

“I’ve finished this one, Katy.” Her voice sounded funny.

I took the mouse and brought up a story I love.

“Read this part out loud to me, Mom.” It was about a mom saying to her daughter how much she wanted to make love to her. Mom read it aloud and her voice got real shaky, so she had to stop and start.

Then she took the mouse from me and brought up another story and brought it to a certain part and asked me to read it to her.

I’d never seen this one before, I started to read it out loud, and my voice sounded funny to me. It was a little girl telling her big sister that she wanted to learn how to masturbate. Mom didn’t let me finish the paragraph.

“I think we better stop here, Katy.”

“What for Mom? We could keep reading and masturbate while we read.” I hadn’t planned on saying that, but now that I had it seemed like a good idea.

“Uh, well, Aunt Billie is coming later. She’ll most likely stay over, uh, and uh….”

I moved my hands off Mom’s boobs and put my hands under her sweater and t-shirt. I had my hands under her shirts now but still over her bra. Her tits must be huge. They felt so big and hard. I kissed her ear, then I kissed down her neck. I moved her hair over and kissed up the other side of her neck.

I was rubbing her tits with my fingers over her bra still.

I put my lips by her ear and kissed it and nibbled it a little bit real light. Then I whispered as soft as I could.

“I’m putting the moves on you, Mom.”

She did the coolest thing I ever saw. She put her hands up the back of her sweater and shirt, then she moved her hands around in the front. Then she reached up her one sleeve and pulled her black bra out. Like a magic trick.

“Whoa, how did you do that!”

“Maybe when you start to wear a bra I’ll show you.” Then she looked a little sad for a moment before she said, “Now where were we, Katy?”

I put my hands back under her shirt and sweater, and now I was feeling her bare tits. I kept kissing her neck and ears too. Her boobs were so soft and her nipples so hard.

“Um, Mom, I want to take you to your bedroom. Okay?”

“I’m scared, Katy. I’m scared I might hurt you, or do something you don’t want me to do. So if that happens, if there’s anything you aren’t sure about, if there’s something I do that scares you or hurts you, we’ll have a secret word either one of us can use and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay. What’s the secret word?”

“You think of one. Something we wouldn’t normally use.”

I thought hard then I said, “Rumpelstiltskin.” Mom laughed and said it was perfect. I asked Mom to stand up. I took her hand and started to lead her to her bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa didn’t bother to get dressed again after she had taken off her soaked panties when they got home. After a quick wash, she slipped on a pair of boxers and her robe and then started supper. Charlie followed her lead and put on the new robe she had picked out that morning, choosing to remain naked underneath.

As Lisa was working in the kitchen, Charlie came in and sat on a stool at the breakfast nook. She watched Lisa chopping up a green pepper at the kitchen island. Charlie was content. Being with Lisa, she felt safe and wanted. Charlie knew she would probably have to leave and go live with her aunt pretty soon, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to stay with Lisa. She loved her.

“Lisa?”

“Yes, sweetie?” said Lisa, glancing over. She could tell by the expression she saw on her face that the young girl was wrestling with her conscience over some dilemma.

“Is Sheryl your girlfriend?” Charlie asked, not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

Lisa studied the child’s face. “Depends on what you mean by girlfriend, I guess,” she replied, waiting to see Charlie’s reaction.

Charlie just grunted. Then she said, “I mean, well, when you kissed her in the restaurant… friends don’t usually kiss like that.”

Lisa smiled. Was Charlie jealous of Sheryl? she thought to herself. Her heart swelled.

“Well, we are more than just friends, Charlie. But we’re not girlfriends, not in the romantic sense. Do you understand what I mean?”

Charlie pondered this for a few moments. Then, looking Lisa in the eyes, she offered her opinion. “So you’re fuck buddies,” she said, more as a statement than a question.

Lisa was taken aback by the girl’s choice of words. “Charlie!” she said in a shocked voice, slightly louder than she’d intended.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, honey. You just surprised me is all. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you.”

“That’s okay.”

“But you are correct,” Lisa continued, as she came over and sat by Charlie. “Though I wouldn’t have used that term, Sheryl and I do have sex once in a while. Does that bother you?”

Charlie stared at a spot on the floor. “Maybe a little, I guess. I liked it when I thought it was just you and me.” She looked up at Lisa with tear-filled eyes.

Lisa’s heart was melting again.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, drawing the girl in for a hug. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. But don’t you worry, there is more than enough room in my heart for you. Okay?” She could feel Charlie nodding as she kissed the top of her head.

After a few minutes, Lisa got up to check on the food. Charlie appeared to be content with the reassurances she’d been given. Lisa made a mental note to herself to try and remember not to be overly affectionate towards Sheryl in front of Charlie.

She finished preparing the meal, then the two sat and talked about the day’s events as they ate. After supper, they cuddled on the sofa and watched some TV.

Out of the blue, Charlie asked, “So, do you hope that Sheryl doesn’t find my aunt?”

Lisa didn’t answer right away. Slowly she picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and placed the remote back on the table. Taking Charlie into her arms, she held her tight, kissing her gently on the head. Lisa was trying to buy herself some time to formulate a response.

“I would be lying if I said no,” she began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “It’s selfish of me, I realize that. I have known you for only two days, yet you’ve come to mean a great deal to me. I don’t want to lose you, but you do need to be with your family.” Lisa choked out her reply, tears streaming down her cheeks. In her arms, she could feel Charlie softly crying into her chest.

“I love you, Lisa. I don’t want to go away.” Charlie’s reply was muffled, but Lisa understood it.

The two simply sat there in the warm embrace of each other’s arms for the longest time. Lisa was beginning to think that Charlie might have cried herself to sleep when she felt her stir. The child looked up at Lisa with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Will you come visit me sometimes?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.

Lisa smiled and gave her a kiss. “I will. As often as you want me to.”

Charlie started to get up then, only to find her leg was completely numb. She fell backward onto the sofa and stretched out her legs, wincing as she wiggled the toes. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” she yelled. “They’re asleep!”

Her robe had come open as she flopped back, and Lisa could see that her young lover was nude. “Why, Charlie!” she playfully exclaimed. “You seem to have lost your clothes!”

Charlie tried to cover up, but it was too late. Lisa planted her lips directly on the girl’s bellybutton and blew. The room was filled with the sound of a very wet raspberry. Charlie shrieked, and then broke into a fit of laughter. She tried her hardest to push Lisa’s head away but was rewarded with more raspberries instead.

“Noooo!” she cried out, thrashing and kicking from the tickling.

After a several more minutes of torture, Lisa moved up so her face was above Charlie’s. They held each other’s gaze for a long time before Lisa spoke.

“I love you, Charlie.”

There, she had said it. It was done, and she couldn’t unsay it now. She had committed herself to this little girl. That was crazy. You don’t fall in love over the course of just 48 hours, and you don’t fall in love with a child a third your age. But she had, as fucked-up as that seemed, and she didn’t care. Lisa loved Charlie and that’s all there was to it.

Lisa could hear that little voice inside her. It didn’t speak, though. It sighed, closed its suitcase, and left the building.

“Earth to Lisa,” said Charlie. “Are you there?”

“Yes sweetie, I’m here, and I always will be.” She brought her lips to Charlie’s.

They kissed. Soft little kisses on the cheeks and neck. Quick pecks on the nose and eyelids. Gentle nibbles on the earlobes and lips. But best of all were the long, wet, passionate kisses on the mouth where tongues could dance and play.

Lisa finally pulled away, under great protest from Charlie.

“If I’m not mistaken,” the woman said with a saucy wink, “I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

Charlie giggled and smiled.

Lisa kissed Charlie’s lips again before kissing her way down to her chest. She took her time kissing each nipple and flicking it with her tongue. Taking one small mound into her mouth, she gently sucked on it while she pinched and pulled at the other nipple. Charlie was softly whimpering in response, and Lisa could feel her hips moving under her.

Sliding down to her abdomen, kissing all the way, she stopped to play with Charlie’s bellybutton, circling it with her tongue and exploring it shallows. Charlie’s belly twitched as she giggled and moaned at the same time.

Lisa moved to a hip bone and kissed it, then kissed her way across to the other, stopping only for a moment to kiss the sparse patch of hair between the girl’s legs. Lisa looked back over the landscape she had just covered. Charlie’s skin was glistening with perspiration, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath she took, her head tilted back slightly as she moaned.

“What do you want me to do, Charlie?” Lisa asked in a husky voice.

“Lick me.”

“Lick what?” Lisa teased.

“Lick my pussy — please!!”

Lisa did as she was asked. She dipped her tongue deep into Charlie’s core, then slowly brought it up through her fleshy pink folds and across her clit.

“Yes!” Charlie yelled. “More! Don’t stop!”

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Charlie?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“Eat me, Lisa! Eat my pussy!” Charlie begged, almost screaming.

Again Lisa obeyed. She took the young girl’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it. Her tongue danced on it. Her teeth nipped at it. Lisa slid two fingers into Charlie and curved them slightly upward. Charlie’s hips began to rock and push against Lisa’s mouth. Her throbbing young clit was swollen, and Lisa continued to torment it with her tongue.

Lisa’s fingers pushed against Charlie’s g-spot, sending her into oblivion. Charlie’s body shook, and her breath caught. Lisa could feel the tremors coursing through her young body as her muscles clamped down on Lisa’s fingers. Charlie’s juices flowed like a river whose dam had just burst.

At last, Charlie went limp and she began to breath again. She was covered in sweat. Then she started to softly weep.

Lisa pulled herself up along Charlie’s still form. “Why the tears?” she asked, kissing them away.

Charlie wrapped her arms around Lisa and squeezed. “That was so intense. I thought I was gonna die.”

“So, happy tears then?”

“Very happy tears,” Charlie giggled.

They held each other for a while longer, and then headed off to bed. Sleep didn’t come right away, though. The two cuddled and chatted and made love one more time before finally drifting off to sleep well after midnight.

*****

Sunday morning found the two lovers sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. Charlie was on her side with Lisa spooning her. As light from the morning sun spilled through the curtains, Charlie stirred. She stretched and yawned.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Lisa said after being woken by the girl’s movements.

Charlie rolled over to face Lisa. “G’morning,” she said kissing Lisa’s nose. “I love you.”

Lisa smiled as she brushed the strands of hair from Charlie’s face. “I love you too, baby.” Charlie’s eyes seemed to sparkle, Lisa thought, even first thing in the morning, and her smile could melt the coldest of hearts.

“What’re we gonna do today?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t have anything planned. We could just be lazy, and lounge around the house. I could make pancakes for breakfast.”

“Mmm, pancakes!” Charlie said excitedly, her eyes going wide.

“Then it’s settled. A lazy day and some pancakes,” Lisa chuckled, as she gave Charlie a long sloppy kiss.

That’s how the day went. Neither Lisa nor Charlie ever got dressed. They had a big stack of pancakes with butter and maple syrup. They relaxed and read the Sunday paper. Talked and played card games. Watched TV and talked some more. Then, long after the sun had set, they made love in Lisa’s bed and fell asleep spooning in the moonlight.

The next three days were a little more adventurous. Lisa called Marcy on Monday morning and told her she was going to be taking a few days off. Lisa and Charlie then hit the town. There was shopping, movies, and restaurants. If you were to ask them what movies they saw, they probably wouldn’t remember. But they could tell you about a lot of naughty things that happened in the back row.

On Wednesday evening, as they were cleaning up the dinner dishes, there came a knock at the door. Charlie rushed to answer it. She found Sheryl was standing on the porch as she opened the door.

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hi, Sheryl. Come in. Lisa’s in the kitchen,” Charlie replied. Then she turned and dashed back in, shouting, “Lisa! Sheryl is here!”

Sheryl stepped inside and closed the door as Lisa came around the corner drying her hands on a dish towel.

“No kissing,” Lisa whispered into her friend’s ear as they hugged. “Charlie’s jealous of you.”

“Oh, I see. All business then, I guess,” Sheryl replied with a wink.

Today Sheryl looked like a lawyer. She wore a sharp beige pantsuit, white blouse, and a pair of heels. After taking off her jacket and hanging it in the closet, she made her way into the living room and sat down.

“Well, guys, I completed my investigation. I’m afraid it isn’t very good news.”

Lisa was a bundle of nerves. She was starting to feel nauseous.

Sheryl looked at Charlie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Charlie. But your aunt passed away at almost the same time your mother did. There are no other living relatives.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up. She ran over to Lisa and sat on her lap.

“Does that mean I have to go to a foster home again?” the girl asked, the tears streaming down her face.

Both Sheryl and Lisa were having a hard time holding back their own tears. But Sheryl shook her head as she pulled a legal document out of her portfolio. After clearing her throat, she said, “I saw how much you cared about her, Lisa. And after the story you told me, I knew a foster family wasn’t a good option for Charlie.”

Charlie and Lisa looked at the lawyer, not knowing what to expect.

“I was able to pull a few strings,” Sheryl explained, setting the document on the coffee table and pushing it toward Lisa. “And I got Judge Parker to sign off on this.”

Lisa blinked. “What is it?”

“This gives you temporary guardianship of Charlie.”

“So, no foster home then?” asked Lisa.

“No foster home,” Sheryl confirmed.

“No foster home?” Charlie asked, sniffing and wiping away her tears.

“No foster home,” Lisa and Sheryl said to her in unison.

Charlie gave Lisa a huge hug and kiss, then hopped off her lap and ran to Sheryl, pausing just in front of her, not quite sure what to do. Sheryl smiled at the girl and stretched out her arms. Charlie leaped into her embrace and squeezed her tight, then kissed her square on the lips before jumping down again.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Charlie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, a giant grin on her face.

She began jumping around the living room, squealing with joy. Charlie felt like it was Christmas morning, only way better. No more foster homes, and now she wouldn’t have to leave Lisa!

While Charlie was still bouncing off the walls, Sheryl motioned for Lisa to follow her into the kitchen where they could speak privately.

“After I left the restaurant the other day,” Sheryl began, “I was wondering why they didn’t send Charlie to her aunt’s, instead of directly into foster care. Now we know why. Still, there are a few more hoops to jump through. But I don’t think that will be much of an issue.”

“What hoops?”

“Social Services, mainly. We’ll have to prove that you can financially support the child. That part is easy since you’re loaded. Then you’ll have to get her into school, find someone to take care of her while you’re at work…. you know, typical mother-type stuff.”

“Mother-type stuff,” mused Lisa. “It sounds weird when you put it that way.”

“I would suggest you get the spare room set up to look like a little girl sleeps in there, even if she doesn’t. Oh, and hide all the sex toys before the visit.”

“What are you insinuating?” Lisa fired back, knowing her friend was just being a smart-ass as usual, as least as far as sex toys were concerned. “And what visit?”

“I’m not insinuating anything. You’re in love with her and it’s all over your face. Pun intended,” Sheryl said, with a devilish grin. “A social worker will be here in a couple of weeks to inspect the house and to interview both of you.”

“Wow, I guess I’m going to be pretty busy for the next few days.”

Sheryl nodded at Lisa, then started for the door. “Bye, Charlie,” she called out. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye! And thank you sooo much!” Charlie yelled as she raced up to Sheryl and gave her another big hug.

Sheryl hugged the girl back, then grabbed her portfolio and her jacket.

As she opened the front door, Lisa asked, “How did you manage all this in such a short time?”

“Oh, you know, padded a few wallets, sucked a few dicks.”

“Sheryl!” Lisa exclaimed.

“I’m kidding. Jesus. I would never pad a wallet,” the lawyer said with a wink, heading out the door.

Lisa laughed to herself as she went back into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. She picked up the document and scanned the first page as Charlie came over and snuggled up beside her.

“I’m so happy right now,” the girl purred.

“Me too, Charlie, me too…”

Lisa read some more of the guardianship agreement, then asked, “When is the last time you were in school, honey?”

“Um, not since I ran away.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Girl Lover

Bonnie shivered and pulled her arms and legs in closer. Opening her eyes, she saw Raven beside her, smiled, and nuzzled against her.

That felt nice, but the dirt floor of the barn felt hard beneath her. Bonnie remembered the warm, soft bed back at her house. And she also remembered how empty and dead she’d felt there. How the pain was so bad, she wanted to die. She remembered holding the knife to her belly, feeling its sharp point against her skin…

Shivering in the cold air, she shook off the bad memories and pushed her face deeper into Raven’s warm and inviting chest.

Raven woke up to something pushing. She opened her eyes and saw Bonnie nestled against her. Smiling, she reached her arm around the girl, pulling them closer together, then slid her hand up into Bonnie’s long hair, strumming her fingers through it. Pressing her face onto the top of Bonnie’s head, Raven felt the soft, tickly feel of her hair against her lips and nose.

After a while, she noticed the morning light coming in through the wooden boards of the barn. Raven sat up, pulled out her phone, and looked at Google Maps.

“Whatcha doing?” Kala asked.

“Trying to figure out where we can go. Jadis knows all the roads in this area, and she has friends. She’ll have people watching for us on every highway. We need to find some small back road, like this dirt road here…” she pointed out the door “…till we get to… there.” She pointed at the map. “Highway 287. It’s a smaller highway going to Amarillo. From there we’ll head to Colorado.”

“Colorado?! You want to leave Texas??”

Turning to Kala, Raven said quietly, “We took over a hundred grand of the gang’s money. There’s no way Jadis is just gonna let us go. She has connections all over Texas. Bounty hunters, other gangs. She has this knack, this sixth sense for finding people. I’ve seen her locate people that I swore were impossible to find. If we stay in Texas, she will find us and when she does…”

She looked at the girls still sleeping, and shook her head. “We can’t take any chances.”

*****

Not long after the kids woke up, they were on their way. They took Route 51 heading toward the town of Decatur where they turned northeast onto Highway 287. A couple of hours later, about 10:30, they stopped for gas and breakfast. Raven and Kala urged the girls to eat quickly, and within fifteen minutes they were on the road again.

The drive was long. Every couple of hours, they had to pull over to stretch their legs. Small towns and empty pastures passed by under the hot Texas sun. Only when they finally pulled into Amarillo did Raven feel they could relax a bit instead of constantly rushing to put as much distance as possible between them and Weatherford.

It was late afternoon and they were eating dinner at a Cracker Barrel Old Country Store on I-40 in the middle of Amarillo. They had parked their bikes behind the restaurant so they couldn’t be seen from the highway. During the meal, Raven kept glancing out the window to see if there were any other bikes going by, but all she saw were cars racing down the highway.

“Let’s get a room at that hotel there,” said Kala, pointing across the parking lot. “The girls are tired.”

After thinking about it, Raven said, “I was hoping to get inside Colorado first, but I guess it’s okay here.”

Startled by the whine of a motorcycle speeding by, she reached for her gun and had pulled it halfway out — before realizing it was just some biker driving by, and not a Burning Angel.

Slowly letting out her breath, Raven slid the gun back inside its holster. She looked at Kala. “The farther away we get, the safer I’ll feel.”

As they were getting ready to leave the restaurant, Bonnie noticed the gift shop and she and Jennie whined about wanting to go in there until finally Raven sighed and nodded her head. The kids gleefully ran inside, looking at everything.

While Raven and Kala followed them around, the girls kept bringing candy and toys and souvenirs up to them. Unable to resist Jennie’s charm, Kala agreed to buy her a coloring book, crayons, a game, and several pieces of candy.

Frowning, Raven told Kala, “Jennie doesn’t need all that.”

“She grew up with nothing,” Kala reminded her.

Seeing all the stuff Jennie was getting, Bonnie started pestering Raven. Still feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt from everything that had happened to Bonnie, Raven gave in, feeling that she owed her.

After making all their purchases, they moved the bikes behind the hotel, then went in to get a room. In the lobby, the girls were looking at brochures in a rack by the counter until Bonnie walked around and saw the swimming pool outside.

“Jennie! They have a pool!”

Immediately, the pair began clamoring, “Can we go in the pool?! Can we go in the pool?!”

Chuckling at their cuteness, Kala told them, “None of us have suits.”

“Awww…” they collectively groaned.

They went up to their room on the fourth floor. The kids immediately raced to the window, looking down on the highway far below in amazement, while Raven stretched out on one of the beds, hands folded behind her head. Bonnie soon left the window and began jumping on the other bed. Jennie quickly joined in, the two little girls bouncing on it like a trampoline and giggling in wild abandonment.

Raven felt a moment of relief at seeing Bonnie’s joy. That terrible image of Bonnie lying hurt on the bed in Weatherford still troubled her. She felt consumed with guilt, certain it was all her fault.

“You okay?”

Raven turned toward Kala. She sat up with a sigh, pulling up one of her legs. “I still blame myself for what happened. I’d warned you about taking Jennie along, but I’m the one who left Bonnie alone. It’s… I don’t know. I’m still trying to come to grips with everything.”

Kala sat down on the bed beside her. “So, have you thought about what we’re gonna do now? It’s not like we can just keep on running, like a bunch of nomads. That’s no life for them. They need to go to school, and have some normalcy.”

“We’ll find some small town off the beaten path, and start over,” said Raven. “We’ve got plenty of money to last us several years. We’ll find some place to stay… get jobs…”

She looked the girls laughing and bouncing on the bed. “And… I guess we’ll be a family.”

After a minute, Kala asked, “What about Bonnie’s family?”

“You have to remind me about that?” Raven glared.

“She does have a family, you know.”

“Yeah… but she wants to be with me.”

The women sat quietly watching Bonnie and Jennie enjoy themselves. After they eventually tired of jumping on the bed, Jennie settled down with her new crayons and coloring book while Bonnie opened the jigsaw puzzle she got at the gift shop, dumping the pieces from the box onto a small table.

She called to Raven, “Come help me with my puzzle.”

Raven got up and went over to the table as Bonnie spread out the pieces. “You know,” Raven told her, “if we can’t finish this by tomorrow morning, we’ll have to take it all apart and put it back in the box when we leave.”

“Where are we going?” Bonnie asked.

“I don’t know. North.”

“Why can’t we go back to your house?”

“We’re going to get a new house, somewhere else.”

As Bonnie and Raven began studying the pieces, looking for matching ones, Kala got up and went to the other bed where Jennie lay stretched out on her stomach, happily coloring. Kala stretched out beside her.

“Here,” Jennie handed her a blue crayon. “You can do the sky.”

So Kala did just that, while silently laughing to herself at how she was actually coloring in a coloring book. ‘Just another way my life has changed,’ she thought.

*****

Mid-evening, as they were watching TV, Raven noticed Bonnie nodding off. “Come on, we need to get washed up and then go to bed,” she told her.

Going into the bathroom, Raven turned on the water in the tub, and they proceeded to get undressed. As she pulled her shirt off, the Burning Angels tattoo on Raven’s chest stared backed at her in the mirror. She stood transfixed by the fiery figure, thinking, ‘So much has changed.’ She still clearly remembered the day when she, Ash, and Zia were at Blue Tattoo where she got the emblem. She’d been so proud of it. So proud of her new family. And now… her family was hunting her…

“Come on, Raven!”

Her head snapped around at the sound of her name. She found Bonnie standing naked in the tub, waiting for her. Raven finished undressing and stepped in.

Bonnie, her hands already lathered with soap, started caressing the woman’s breasts, playing with the nipples, but Raven stopped her, saying gently, “Let’s just take a shower. No fooling around. You need to catch up on your sleep and… I’m not really in the mood for anything tonight.”

Surprised, Bonnie stared up at her. “I thought we could have sex.”

“Well, but… neither one of us got much sleep last night, and you…” Raven hesitated, unsure how to word it. “You had… a rough day yesterday. I think we should just take it easy tonight, and get a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay,” Bonnie mumbled, as she began washing her own body instead of Raven’s.

Raven silently sighed as she cleaned herself. It was obvious that Bonnie was disappointed, but Raven was not in the mood at all. From Bonnie’s rape to having to kill three of her friends to running for her life, Raven couldn’t see that she would ever be in the mood again.

Outside the bathroom, Jennie was standing at the window, looking out onto the night sky. Kala came up behind her, then put her arms around the girl. “Whatcha thinking?” Kala murmured.

“Nuthin. I was just looking at the lights.”

They stood quietly.

“Kala?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why can’t we go back home?”

Kala didn’t know how to answer. Finally she said, “Me and Raven are looking for a nice place for us all to live.”

“But I like your house.”

“I know you do, but we’re trying to find a better one.”

After a few minutes, Raven and Bonnie came out of the bathroom and got into bed. Bonnie stretched out her arms and legs, “This feels so much better than last night.”

Raven cringed. “I’m sorry we had to sleep in that dirty barn. It’s just that I didn’t know what else to do.”

Bonnie snuggled up to her, saying simply, “It’s okay. I was with you.”

Kala and Jennie went into the bathroom. Like Raven, Kala didn’t want Jennie staying up too late, so they simply took a quick shower, then came out and climbed into the second bed. For a while they lay there, listening to the silence while watching each other, then Jennie whispered, “Kala… can we do… Mommy-Baby again?”

Kala whispered back, “We really need to get some sleep.”

“But I’m not sleepy and I really want to,” the child implored.

Though Kala knew it could get out of control, she did enjoy doing that, and more importantly, Jennie did. ‘I’m just going to breastfeed her,’ she told herself. ‘No sex.’

“Okay,” Kala nodded.

Jennie’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at the full-looking breasts before her. Then she scooted closer, opened her mouth, and eagerly latched onto an erect nipple. Curling up into a little ball, she suckled while Kala tenderly held her head and stroked her back.

‘God! I love this,’ the woman thought as she watched Jennie mouth her breast.

Her hand continued running along Jennie’s body, down her back, across her butt crack, and down her legs, caressing the smooth skin. Kala could feel a stirring in her center, causing her to squeeze her legs together. Her hand moved from Jennie’s legs to her own slippery pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, she pistoned them in and out, faster and faster, while her thumb pressed against her clit. The excitement grew, and within a minute, she had to clench her teeth tightly together, trying to keep the moans from coming out.

Jennie heard the stifled noises escaping from Kala’s lips and pulled back, looking up at her. Seeing the intense look on her face, she realized what was happening and became spellbound as she watched.

Kala’s eyes were tightly closed so she didn’t know that Jennie was watching her until after the orgasm was over. When she saw the little girl looking up at her in awe, she smiled.

“Did you get the good feeling?” asked Jennie.

“Uh-huh. Did you like watching me get it?”

Jennie nodded. Kala kissed her and said, “Let’s go to sleep.” They nestled together, closed their eyes, and soon fell asleep.

*****

The next morning, Raven was awakened by the feeling of someone touching her. She opened her eyes to see Bonnie happily squeezing her boobs. Rather than stopping her, Raven decided to watch. Bonnie obviously enjoyed doing it, and it did feel pleasant. When Bonnie noticed Raven watching her, she pulled her hands away with an embarrassed smile.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to stop,” Raven whispered. “It feels nice.”

As Bonnie resumed playing with her breasts, Raven was genuinely surprised at how good this felt to her. For the past two days she had not felt any lust at all, just an icky feeling inside. Now, Bonnie was a pleasant distraction from that as well as from the constant state of alarm her mind seemed to be in.

Closing her eyes, Raven gently ran her hand ran along Bonnie’s back as she enjoyed the soothing touch. Then she felt Bonnie’s fingers leave her boobs and felt them on her pussy instead.

Raven’s eyes popped opened as her hand blocked Bonnie’s. “No, I — I don’t want to do that.”

“But we always do.”

“I know, but now… I just… don’t want to.”

“Never?” Bonnie asked sadly.

“No, not never… just not now. I’m still trying to work out some stuff. I think… I think we should probably wait a few days for you to heal.”

“But my missy doesn’t hurt anymore,” the girl protested.

“Yes, but Jadis hurt you very bad. I want to give yourself time to heal.”

“Okay,” said Bonnie in a small, disappointed voice.

‘I need to give myself time to heal too,’ Raven silently admitted to herself.

Over in the second bed, the other two were also awake, softly caressing beneath the covers.

Kala’s fingers brushed along Jennie’s sides which made the child giggle. The cuteness of this prompted Kala to keep sliding her fingers along her sides even more. Jennie exclaimed between giggles, “You’re tickling me!”

“I can’t help it. You’re just too cute.”

Then Jennie said, “Your hair doesn’t stick up the way it used to.”

“Yeah, the gel I put in there doesn’t last very long when I sleep on it. Come on now, let’s exercise your arm.”

Jennie perched on her knees. Reaching down and picking up one of her boots, Kala handed it to her. “Can you lift this?”

She slowly did.

“Good. Do it ten more times.”

After Jennie completed ten repetitions without trouble, Kala had her lift the heavy boot in a different way. When she finished, Kala told her, “I don’t think you’ll need that cast anymore. Your arm seems to be healed.”

She dropped the boot back on the floor, then Jennie stated, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” Kala echoed, then looked at Raven. “Hey, does this motel have a complimentary breakfast?”

“Yeah, it does.” Turning to Bonnie, Raven asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah!”

They got dressed and went downstairs to get breakfast, then carried it back up to their room. As they ate, Raven and Kala planned out their route, gas stops, and where they might spend the next night. Just before 11:00, they had checked out, loaded up their bikes, and were heading north on Highway 87 towards Oklahoma.

*****

By early afternoon they had entered Colorado.

The highway was an arrow-straight two-lane strip through flat barren land as far as they could see. There were no trees, no hills, not even any fences. Nothing. It was as if they were the only people on Earth until the occasional oncoming car would remind them they were not entirely alone.

Eventually, several small buildings came into view up ahead. They stopped to gas up, then pulled into a McDonald’s to eat lunch. After they finished, they headed out again. Turning west on Route 160, they sped through more empty expanses that seemed to go on forever. Occasionally, they stopped for gas and to rest, but it was only a momentary respite from the boredom. After a few hours, they started noticing small hills and trees. It was a pleasant change from the drab scenery they’d been traveling through.

Late afternoon, as they were coming into another small town, Kala pointed at the dark clouds of a storm up the highway in front of them. Raven nodded. They pulled off into a motel parking lot and parked behind the building, away from the road. The town consisted of only a few dozen stores and houses. The motel was on the edge of town, backed by a forest and hiking trails that led up into the surrounding hills. They went into the lobby, and Raven got a room.

“Where can we eat around here?” Kala asked, looking around. There didn’t seem to be many choices.

Raven pointed across the road. “There’s a cafe over there.”

Leaving their bikes, they crossed the highway and went inside to get dinner. They ordered their meal to go, and brought it back to their room to eat. While the girls ate and watched TV, Kala asked Raven, out of earshot, “Where are we headed?”

“I don’t know. I’m just trying to get as far away as possible.”

“We’ve been riding now for hundreds of miles! Just how far away are you expecting to go? We need to pick somewhere and settle down.”

“Well, not here,” said Raven. “Too dismal.”

“I know, but I want to decide on a place tomorrow.”

After the kids were bored watching TV, Jennie spent the remainder of the evening with her coloring book while Bonnie sat on the floor and worked on her jigsaw puzzle with Raven. When it started getting dark outside, Kala and Jennie went into the bathroom to bathe.

As Bonnie was trying to fit a piece in, she suddenly blurted, “Can we have sex tonight?”

Raven looked at her peculiarly. “Bonnie, you know I want to. It’s just…”

Raven’s hesitation was Bonnie’s answer. “Why won’t you?”

“I… don’t want to remind you of Jadis.”

“But you’re not her. You’re nice, and you love me.”

“It just doesn’t feel right to me.”

“Well, it feels right to me.”

Raven leaned back against the bed, “Bonnie, I don’t want you to rush into it again, and then have bad memories of what happened. I want you to think about it.”

The nine-year-old was quiet for a few seconds. Then she announced, “Okay, I thought about it.”

Feeling slightly annoyed, Raven rolled her eyes. “C’mon, it’s…”

Bonnie stood up. “I’ve thought about it and I’m ready.” Before Raven could reply, she began taking off her clothes. Sighing, but nodding her head, Raven hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake.

As they climbed into bed naked, Raven said, “Now, let’s try and take it slow, okay? Let’s just kiss for now.” Bonnie lay down beside Raven, looking at her expectantly. Raven drew her closer, and slowly kissed the little girl as they intertwined their limbs. Bonnie, having almost no experience in kissing, simply gave Raven’s lips repeated pecks until Raven, smiling, pulled back and told her, “Here, just keep still, and I’ll kiss you. Then move your lips like mine.”

Raven placed her mouth over Bonnie’s and gently rolled her lips. At first Bonnie didn’t respond, then following Raven’s coaxing, she began moving her lips too, trying to mimic what the woman was doing. After a few minutes, Raven turned onto her back, pulling Bonnie on top of her. They continued kissing, with Bonnie gradually improving, or at least making an effort.

Then, without warning, Bonnie broke the kiss and pulled back. She’d had both hands on Raven’s breasts, holding and gently squeezing them while they kissed, but now she wanted to look at them. Raven’s boobs completely fascinated Bonnie. They were so big and soft and felt so good to touch.

“Go ahead,” said Raven, chuckling to herself. “Do whatever you want.”

As she’d done on their first night together, Bonnie spent the next little while just playing with Raven’s breasts, pulling and poking and squeezing and thoroughly enjoying herself, like a kid with a favorite toy — until again without warning, she changed course. She moved down on the bed, kneeling between Raven’s legs. Leaning in close, she slid her fingers all around, touching the woman’s pussy lips, feeling the warm, slick skin, and finally pushed a finger inside. Raven groaned in pleasure.

“Do you want me to lick it again?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, I do,” Raven answered, her voice husky with desire.

Bonnie stuck her tongue out and using just the end gave small licks here and there.

“Bonnie.” The girl stopped licking and looked up. “Don’t just lick a few spots,” Raven instructed. “Lick all over.”

“Okay,” Bonnie answered cheerfully before putting her head back down and continuing. Using long slow licks reminiscent of a cat, she started on one side and licked towards the other side, though somehow never quite managing to hit Raven’s clit.

Raven was observing all this while propped up on her elbows, holding her breasts in her hands and pinching the nipples. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes and laughed silently, thinking, ‘Shit, she is so bad at this. Well, at least compared to a grownup.’

However, although Bonnie was awkward and mostly ineffective at pussy licking, the sight of her doing it definitely was turning Raven on. She reached down and pulled back her labia, pointing to her clit, and told Bonnie to lick her right there.

Bonnie eagerly did, and despite the child’s inexperience, Raven soon reached climax. Her muscles tensed up as she let out a loud wail, “UUUUHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh…”

She was left a limp rag doll, panting for breath. After several seconds, she opened her eyes — and saw Kala and Jennie staring at her from the bathroom doorway.

“What?!” Raven exclaimed.

“Oh, nothing,” Kala replied with a chuckle, as she led Jennie, still goggling, to their bed.

“Did I do good?” Bonnie asked hopefully.

Raven raised up, pulling Bonnie to her and giving her a kiss. “You did great.”

“Now you do me!” Bonnie urged, bouncing on her knees.

Smiling at her enthusiasm, Raven said, “All right, lie down.”

Bonnie did, and Raven gazed at her lithe form. After drawing a finger slowly from her flat chest down to her bald mound, she starting teasing the little girl, tickling her sides and making her laugh. ‘God, I missed this!’ Raven thought to herself.

When they finished the tickle game with Bonnie red-cheeked and giggling, Raven slid her hands down along her slim, youthful legs. She felt the smooth supple skin beneath her fingers, then moved her hands underneath Bonnie’s knees. She raised her legs up high, pushing them back and causing Bonnie’s bottom to lift off the bed. Holding her legs back, she leaned over and gently kissed her tiny vulva.

Her tongue pushed its way past the closed outer lips, swirling around, coating Bonnie’s insides with saliva. Bonnie watched keenly at first, trying her best to learn from what Raven was doing, but before long her body began to stir and tremble. The child’s eyes glazed over as she found herself breathing harder. Her head fell back, “Ohhh, Raven… it’s… it’s… ooh… uuuuhhhhhhhhhh…”

On the other bed, Jennie was enthralled, watching all this wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open. Kala sat beside her, taking in Jennie’s reaction with an amused look.

Jennie watched as Bonnie’s eyes squeezed tightly shut and her hips began twitching uncontrollably. After grunting a few times, Bonnie let out a long, heavy groan, then almost seemed to faint, her arms and legs dropping flat on the bed.

“Woowww…” breathed Jennie.

Bonnie lay still, utterly exhausted, as she drank in air. It always amazed her how sex felt so good but tired her out so much. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to find Raven lying beside her. Giving her a big smile, she threw her arms around the woman, nestling against her.

“You like that?” Raven asked.

Bonnie nodded, “It was the most awesomest thing ever.”

They lay in each other’s arms for a couple of minutes, warmly cuddling, then Bonnie said, “I wanna read my book.”

She jumped off the bed, ran naked to get her backpack and fished through it till she pulled out the novel. Getting back in bed, she curled up against Raven and showed the book to her.

“This is Meg Duncan. Her and her friend Kerry solve mysteries together. In this one, Kathleen Hannigan’s ghost is haunting her house, and Meg and Kerry are trying to solve it. Jennie doesn’t like this that much, but I love ghost stories.”

Raven could see the girl’s eyes twinkling as she opened to her bookmark and began reading aloud.

With Bonnie reading to Raven, Jennie asked Kala, “D’ya wanna play Connect Four with me?”

“Sure,” Kala smiled, so Jennie got off the bed and got the game out of her bag. They had already played it a few times earlier. Although Jennie was a fairly competent player, Kala found herself letting Jennie win most of the time anyway, which made her as happy as it did Jennie.

An hour or two passed. Bonnie finished her book, and she and Raven snuggled together in bed. When Jennie and Kala grew tired of Connect Four, they put the game away then turned out the bedside lamp, leaving a light on in the bathroom, and crawled underneath the covers.

Lying in the half-darkness, Kala grinned at Jennie. As the little girl grinned back at her bashfully, Kala took her breast in her hand and offered it to her. Jennie’s eyes widened with desire. She hungrily closed her mouth around the nipple. While Jennie suckled, Kala held her head in place, stroking her hair.

Soon Kala’s pussy began getting wet. As she watched Jennie, the itch between her legs grew stronger and stronger — until Kala was unable to ignore it anymore. Reaching down, she frantically rubbed herself, and moments later began to come. Trying not to move too much or disturb Jennie, she held her breath as the orgasm shook her body. Then it was over, leaving her breathless. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked down at Jennie, who was grinning up at her as she continued sucking. Kala grinned back and curled her arms around the child.

*****

Bonnie awoke. It was dark except for the faint light from the bathroom. Groggy, she looked at the clock. 11:37. Raven was beside her in bed, snoring softly.

It must have been a dream. She’d thought she was back at her parents’ house. They were all on the couch watching a movie, like they would do every Friday night. When Bonnie got up to go get a Coke, that was when she woke up.

She lay quietly, thinking about it. It seemed like an eternity since she last saw her parents and at that time, she had hated them so much. Locking her up and keeping her away from Raven like she was some kind of criminal. But the dream had reminded Bonnie of how much she missed her mom and dad. And she knew they missed her.

Moving slowly so she wouldn’t wake Raven, she reached down to her backpack beside her on the floor and pulled it up onto the bed. Searching through it, she found the framed photo of the three of them at McKinney Falls State Park. Seeing their faces brought tears to her eyes as she realized it had been three days since she ran away. She hadn’t cared then if she ever saw them again, but now she realized that she did miss them.

As she thought about being gone three days, she also realized that, in her parent’s eyes, she had simply disappeared. No phone call. No warning. She began feeling awful about doing that to them. At the time, it wasn’t like she had a choice though. She couldn’t say anything to them about it. But now she should. She should call them so they’d know she was all right. She remembered a phone booth at the corner of the motel.

Putting the picture back inside her backpack and setting it down on the floor, she slowly pushed the blanket aside and swung her legs off the bed, then stood up. She moved slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t disturb the others who were asleep. Finding her clothes and shoes, she silently pulled them on and went to the door. She opened it as quietly as she could, stepped through, and closed the door behind her.

Outside, as she walked toward the phone booth, she looked up at the night sky. Unlike in Austin, she could clearly see the stars here. Reaching the payphone, she read the directions and began feeding in quarters. She dialed her mother’s cell phone number and waited.

The phone rang and rang. Just when she thought no one was going to answer, she heard her mom’s sleepy voice, “Hello?”

For a second, Bonnie was speechless at hearing a voice she hadn’t heard in days. How would her mom react? Angry? Happy? Sad?

“Hello?” her mother repeated.

Her eyes filling with tears, the child spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “Mom? It’s me, Bonnie.”

There was no reply for a moment, then she heard her mother say, “Bonnie?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

On the other end, her mother shouted, “HENRY! IT’S BONNIE!”

“Mom…MOM! I’m okay! …I’m okay! …I can’t tell you where. I’m with Raven… yes, that woman… she didn’t kidnap me! I ran away to be with her… I don’t want you to come get me, I want to be with her. We’re in love…”

Bonnie’s voice became angry, “Yes, I do! … No, I won’t! You don’t understand! You’re wrong about her. She loves me and is good to me. You just think I’m some little kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing, but I DO know! I LOVE HER! … NO! YOU LISTEN! She’s not making me do anything. I want to be with her and if you can’t understand that, then — goodbye!!”

Bonnie slammed the receiver onto its base, disconnecting the call. For a long time she just stood there, wiping her eyes as she cried. Then she turned around… and saw Raven leaning against the wall about twenty feet away, waiting for her. She ran to the woman, throwing her arms around her.

“Th-they don’t know you. They think you’re a bad person,” she sobbed into Raven’s shirt.

“But I have screwed up your life.”

Bonnie looked up at Raven, “I don’t care. I’d rather sleep on the dirt floor of a barn with you, than alone in my bed at home. I love you.”

Raven picked the girl up, holding her close, tears coursing down her own cheeks. “I love you too, Bonnie.”

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Unfastened Belts

I woke up when I felt Bo climbing into my bed. “Hey,” I said, a little groggy. I shuffled over a bit to make room, turned onto my side to face her.

“Hey,” she replied.

She’d lifted up the blanket and was now tucking herself in beside me. She rolled onto her side as well and shone a smile in my face.

“Back in your pyjamas?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why wear anything but your most comfy clothes on a Sunday morning?” she said.

“You have a point,” I conceded, and paused. “Why are we talking so quietly?”

“I don’t know,” she said, still talking quietly. We giggled.

Bo had a small towel wrapped around her hair. She was emanating a warm glow and a mesmerizing smell of shampoo and soap.

“You look like a newly minted penny,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming like one. She snuggled up closer until her face was just an inch from mine. I felt her hand touching my arm.

I really wanted to kiss her, but was too afraid to make that first move. I was scared of how intense my feelings were when she was next to me. The sentence formed in my mind for the first time. I have a crush on her. I have a crush on my sister.

“Are you okay?” Bo said.

“Yeah,” I said. Does she see it in my face? I thought, and immediately felt silly for thinking she could.

I gathered up as much courage as I could muster and asked her, “Could I maybe get a kiss?” My voice sounded strange to me.

“Hmmm,” Bo said, making a serious face. Then she smiled and said, “Why, yes.” She leaned in and gave me a soft little kiss on the lips, then drew away.

I said, “Wait, you forgot your change,” and kissed her back. I let my lips linger on hers. They’re so soft, I thought. My heart was turning upside down in my chest. I think this is what they call butterflies in your stomach, but it feels heavier than that. It’s almost making me nauseous.

When I moved away from her, it felt like minutes had passed.

Bo touched her forehead to mine. “It feels so cozy and nice, lying next to you. I really enjoyed our bath, too,” she said.

“Same here,” I responded.

Does she have a crush on me too? Would that mean I’m corrupting her? Or is this just how Bo thinks sisters should be with each other? I didn’t know which seemed worse.

A soft gurgling sound disrupted the quiet from underneath the blanket. Bo’s eyes widened.

I chuckled. “Was that your tummy?”

“Yeah. I think it’s hungry,” she said.

The sound repeated itself, but this time, it was my stomach that made it. Bo and I looked into each other’s eyes, trying to keep it together. I said, “I think our tummies are having a conversation,” laughter bubbling up beneath my words. Bo let out a titter, and that sealed our fate.

We looked at each other for another second, then it just started streaming out of our pores. We held each other through a convulsive fit of laughter, spurred on by the grimaces we were making as we laughed. Bo put on a low voice, still bubbling, and said, “Why have these girls not fed us yet?” making us burst into another raucous fit of hilarity.

“Let’s eat some breakfast then,” I suggested once we quieted down.

“Sounds good,” Bo said. “You get up first, though.”

I extricated myself from our hug, slipped out from under the blanket and got up. Behind me, I heard Bo make a sound.

“You’re not wearing pants,” she remarked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, looking down at myself dumbly.

I was shocked to see that my panties were so damp that a small dark spot showed on the outside. That had never happened before. For a second, I even thought I’d peed myself during our laughter fit, but I would have noticed that. This was definitely a result of my horniness. Thankfully, I was facing away from Bo.

“I was all hot after the bath, so I didn’t bother putting them on before my nap,” I told her casually as I bent to pick my pyjama pants up from where they lay on the floor and stepped into them.

Bo just said, “Oh.”

I turned around to face her. She was still snuggled up beneath the blanket.

“I guess I’ll get up, too,” she said sadly.

“What, now you don’t want to?” I asked. “I thought your tummy was begging you to feed it.”

“Yeah, but the rest of me likes being all toasty warm in here,” Bo replied, then shrugged. “Guess I gotta do it sometime, though.” With that, she freed herself from the blanket and sat up, lazily stretching.

In that moment, inspiration struck me. I took a quick step back to the bed and bent down, thrust one arm underneath Bo’s knees, wrapped the other one around her back and picked her up in one fell swoop.

“Whoa!” Bo yelled in surprise, slinging an arm around my shoulder for support. “What are you doing?” She was already giggling.

“Picking you up,” I said, and started lumbering around the room with her, as if I was Frankenstein’s monster carrying her away.

“Let me down, you, you goof!” she demanded loudly, in between squeals of laughter.

“Sure thing,” I said. Stomping back to my bed, I threw her onto the mattress.

Bo shrieked when she landed, then made a face at me. “Hey! What was that for?” She tried to say it in a stern tone, but couldn’t quite conceal her amusement.

“I thought you said, ‘Let me down.’” I shrugged.

“Not like that!” she exclaimed. And yet, scrambling back into a sitting position, she raised her arms up and said, “Again, again!”

“Okay,” I said, laughing.

Like before, Bo wrapped her arm around my shoulder as I picked her up. She was a little heavier than I’d imagined, but I enjoyed feeling her weight in my arms. I loved knowing that I was strong enough to carry her. I could pick her up any time I like, I thought.

“Throw me on the bed again!” she insisted.

“Nope. Got other plans,” I told her.

I walked out of my room into the little hallway that led to the staircase, stopping in front of our parents’ room.

“Can’t carry you down the stairs, though. C’mon, let’s go have breakfast,” I told Bo and set her down.

“Okay. Thanks for the ride, Lees,” she said and skipped downstairs ahead of me.

Going down the stairs, I was very aware of the dampness between my legs. I’d only come some twenty minutes earlier, but I was already feeling needy again.

Dad was in the kitchen, making himself some coffee. Next to him, Bo was putting a loaf of bread on the cutting board. Taking up a knife, she started to saw off some slices. The clock said 9:30 now.

“Morning,” Dad said. He scratched the beard stubble on his neck. “You girls were making quite the ruckus up there.”

“Morning, Dad,” I said. “Did we wake you up?”

“Nah. I’ve been awake for half an hour, but I got up when I heard you guys. What were you up to?” he asked.

“Oh, just playing,” I said.

Bo looked up from her cutting board and gave Dad a smile. “We took a bath earlier. Then we cuddled. And then Lisa started carrying me around and dropped me on the bed,” she explained.

Dad looked at her for a second, clearly confused — but then, thankfully, the water for his coffee began to boil and for a moment, it was too loud for conversation.

Bo put away the big bread knife, got a butter knife from the drawer and checked the fridge for spreads. I made myself busy too, thinking it might distract Dad. I opened the cupboard, took out the Nutella and gave it to Bo who was in the process of spreading butter on the bread slices.

Dad poured the boiling water from the electric kettle into the coffee pot next to me. I watched the water stream over the ground coffee powder, filling up the paper filter. I’d tried coffee before and hated the taste, but in a strange dichotomy, the fresh smell of it was amazing. When all the water had seeped through the filter, Dad poured some more over the grounds that had gathered on the sides. Observing this ritual never lost its fascination to me. Sometimes I’d perform it myself, making coffee for Mom and Dad just because I enjoyed the process.

“Aren’t you a little old for taking baths with your sister?” Dad asked me.

“I don’t know,” I said, feeling nervous. “It was fun. I only stayed in with her for ten minutes or so.”

“She crowned me Princess Foamy,” Bo chimed in.

“And then you guys cuddled?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” Bo said dreamily. “We gave each other kisses.”

Dad looked alarmed. I felt my stomach going tight. “Sisters don’t kiss each other,” he said.

“No, Dad, like this,” I said quickly.

I turned around to Bo and gave her a kiss on the forehead, praying to any gods that still loved me that Bo would get it and play along. Bo looked at me, confused for a few seconds, then she giggled, got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the forehead, too.

“Yeah, like that,” she said.

“Oh, okay,” Dad said, seemingly fine with it. He got a mug from the cupboard, lifted the filter off the pot and poured himself some coffee.

I took a deep breath, relieved that Bo had backed me up. She could have given me away, I thought. She knows Dad doesn’t approve of sisters kissing, but she saved my ass. She probably doesn’t wanna lose this, either. Not that I was quite certain what “this” even was.

Bo was done with the bread. Some slices had Nutella on them, some jam, some cheese. She put them on plates while I filled two glasses with milk.

We took our breakfast to the living room and seated ourselves at the table. Dad sat down on the couch next to Mom, who was still reading her book.

There was a newspaper on the table next to me, and I idly flipped through it as I ate my bread. Then I found an item that got me excited.

“You guys!” I said. “The outdoor pool opens next Saturday!”

“Ohh, yeah,” Bo said, then turned to Mom and Dad. “Can we go?”

Mom smiled and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. Maybe we should get annual tickets this year?”

The outdoor pool was a large swimming facility located on a hill one town over. We’d started going there the previous summer, and all four of us loved it.

Dad looked up from his coffee. “Annual tickets, eh? How much are they?” he said.

“I’ll call public services tomorrow and find out,” Mom said.

“Nice,” Bo and I said in unison. We looked at each other and high-fived across the table.

Mom laughed. “Let’s just hope the weather’s good on Saturday,” she said.

A few minutes later, Bo and I were in the kitchen putting our plates and glasses in the dishwasher when the phone rang. Bo went into the study to pick it up and talked to someone for a moment, excited.

When I got into the lobby, Bo went over to the living room door with the phone in her hand and asked our parents, “Can I go visit Rebecca?”

Mom and Dad were fine with that, so Bo smiled brightly and said into the phone, “Lemme just get dressed and I’ll come over… Okay, see you!”

I smiled to myself as Bo skipped upstairs. Rebecca was her best friend, and they would probably hang out together all day. This meant alone time for me, and I had a very good idea about what I would do with it.

“I’m gonna be in my room,” I told Mom and Dad.

“On the computer?” Dad said without looking up, acting like he knew the answer already.

“Yep,” I said, thrilled to be lying.

“Have fun,” he said, his mind elsewhere.

“Thanks,” I said, already turning toward the staircase.

Once in my room, I noticed that Bo had left her door open just a bit. From where I sat on the bed, I could see her taking off her pyjama top. The bottoms were already gone, so she was only wearing panties.

Even from behind, the view sent a shiver down my spine. I cupped the crotch of my pyjamas and felt my wet panties pressed to my pussy. Absentmindedly, I started to slowly caress myself. My pussy felt warm and slick underneath.

As Bo got dressed, she disappeared from my view. Not wanting her to catch me looking, I picked up a CD from the shelf next to my bed and pretended to be looking at it.

Seconds later, she came into my room with a bag over her shoulder and closed the door behind her, looking rushed.

“See you later, Lisa,” Bo said.

“Bye bye,” I said, giving her a smile and a wave.

Off she skidded, then I heard her stop halfway down the corridor and slowly walk back to my door. She stood in the doorway, gazing at me uncertainly.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Never mind,” she said and shook her head like she was tossing something off. “I love you, Lees.”

“I love you, too, Bo,” I said. She grinned and blew me a kiss. I touched my hand to my cheek, but Bo was already gone.

I waited till I heard her reach the bottom of the stairs, then languorously stripped out of my PJ bottoms and sat on my bed. Down to my shirt and panties, I leaned against the pillow with my legs spread.

I studied the wet spot on my panties in awe. It had grown considerably in size. I touched my crotch with the tips of my fingers and watched as even more wetness oozed into the material. My pussy felt hot and sensitive.

I massaged the panties into my slit. They were drenched already, but I loved playing with my pussy in this indirect way. The sensations were dampened, but still felt delicious.

I placed the fingertips of both hands just inside the hem of my panties and carefully pulled my outer pussy lips apart. My panties settled in place between them.

I used two fingers of one hand to keep pushing the crotch of the panties into my cavity, which caused them to tighten and stretch all around me. It also produced soft squishing noises that sounded dirty, and so very hot.

With my other hand, I made gentle circles right over my clit. With my pussy pried open, my clit was now rubbing against the material of my panties. I enjoyed how delicate the sensation felt, with the cotton between my fingers and my flesh.

I need to smell myself, I thought.

Hooking both of my thumbs into the waistband, I lifted my butt up from the bed and slowly began pulling my panties down. The crotch clung to my pussy, and made a squishing sound when it came off. A few thin strands of liquidy stuff hung between my pussy and my panties. I had the absurd association of melted cheese stretching between a fork and a pile of hot pasta.

Slipping my panties off, I brought the crotch to my face. It was absolutely soaked, covered in a glistening layer of fluids. The girls online call this pussy juice, I remembered. I held the gusset beneath my nostrils and breathed in the scent. I almost fainted.

In a way, the smell was reminiscent of pee, but it was much wilder, sexier, dirtier. This is what my lust smells like, I thought, my horniness, my womanhood. I inhaled deeply. The scent turned me on beyond belief. I’m smelling my pussy like it’s right in front of my face. The image made me quiver.

I looked at the gusset again, drenched with my pussy juice, and with an eerie sense of need, I knew I had to taste it. I extended my tongue and, before I knew what I was doing, gave the crotch a broad lick from the bottom to the top like it was a cone of ice cream.

I knew right then and there that I was addicted to it. My mouth was filled with the taste of arousal. It was filthy and wrong and I craved it.

Meanwhile, my pussy was crying out for attention. My pelvis felt like a hot pool of magma was slowly bubbling and oozing out of me. I put my panties down on the bed beside me and slid my middle finger through my juicy folds.

My lips were so slick that they made little wet sounds as I trailed my finger through them. I raised my finger up to face level and stared at it, wide-eyed. It was completely coated with my juices.

Without conscious thought, I put the wet finger on my temple and daubed a trail down one cheek. I felt like a squaw putting on war paint. I slid my finger through my slit one more time and repeated the pattern on the other side. The juice felt sticky on me, and I could smell it on my face. I shuddered with how forbidden and erotic this was, amazed at how wicked and filthy I was being. My face smells like pussy, I thought.

I sunk my fingertip into my cavity. It sounded like I dipped it into a glass of jam. I pushed it further, feeling around for the thin membrane of my hymen, but it wasn’t there anymore.

It’s been awhile since I stuck a finger in to check up on it, I thought. I’d read about girls losing their hymens from horse riding. Maybe it happened when Bo and I rode ponies for her birthday three months ago. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I might have been on my period at the time, so if I’d actually bled from losing my hymen, I wouldn’t have known.

I felt my face flush with excitement. This broken-down barrier signified thrilling new possibilities.

Very slowly, I worked my finger deeper into my pussy. At first, I felt something that wasn’t quite pain, more like pressure. Eventually though, my vagina gave and gave, and then my finger was inside up to the third knuckle. I stared at my hand in awe, picturing that finger inside my pussy.

I took a few deep breaths. My pussy was so tight around my finger I thought I could feel it contracting as I breathed. I felt like I was touching my very core. Still, the slow breathing helped relax me somewhat.

I’m about to finger myself, I thought. Some region deeper in my brain repeated the same notion — only in a sultry whisper, worded more dangerously: I’m going to fuck myself. I shivered again.

I felt like it was a special moment that I should honour. If I was going to do this, I wanted to be lying down. I looked over to my door, which was wide open. If I closed it, my parents would knock before they’d come in, giving me at least a few extra seconds to cover up in case they made their way to my room while I was too distracted to notice.

Slowly, I withdrew my finger from my pussy. Even that first time, I felt a subdued sense of disappointment at the new feeling of emptiness. Like being filled up is the more natural state, I thought.

Once my fingertip came into view, I saw that it looked like I’d stuck it into a jar of honey. It was totally coated in a layer of clear, sticky fluid. A glob had gathered on my fingertip, connecting to my pussy through a thin, wispy strand of juice.

Absolutely fascinated, I gazed wide-eyed as I moved my finger farther and farther away from my opening, waiting for the glistening strand to break. It finally did when my hand was about halfway between my pussy and my face. Some of the fluid landed on my mons, some on my PJ top.

I stared at my moist fingertip. I really wanted to lick it and taste my deepest, most secret place, but I told myself, Not yet. You can reward yourself with that afterwards. Be a good girl and tease yourself first.

I felt a strange sense of holiness as I opened my mouth slightly and put my finger to my lips, applying my pussy juice to them like makeup — first coating the bottom lip, then the top. This is how whores put on lipstick, I thought and shivered, wondering where that thought had come from.

I smacked my lips, noticing that I could faintly taste myself when I breathed through my mouth. So, of course, that’s what I did… doing my best to resist the temptation to just lick it all off right then and there.

I saw that my finger was still wet. Still feeling oddly spiritual, I used my other hand to lift up my bangs, then daubed the last residue of pussy juice on my forehead like a bindi. Letting my bangs fall back to cover it, I felt less like an individual and more like an avatar of all budding female lust. My forehead, temples, cheeks and mouth were painted with the invisible scented makeup of all naughty girls and every sacred slut. I sniffed my finger, that most private smell filling up my head like frankincense.

I had to shake my head to snap out of this trance. If Jehovah is listening to my thoughts, there’s no way I’m ever going to paradise, I thought, then surprised myself by chuckling at the notion. Somehow, this raw sexual heat was giving me much more profound feelings than service at congregation ever had.

I finally got up to close the door. Moving across the room, I could feel the air brush over my dripping pussy and the damp places where I’d painted my face. I imagined someone saying, Excuse me, young lady, but you’ve got pussy all over your face. Shaking my head again, I pulled the door shut.

Before I lay back down, I pondered whether I should take off my pyjama top. I usually preferred to keep it on and fondle my boobs underneath. However, I felt like this occasion merited complete nudity. Like a virgin on the altar, ready to sacrifice herself, I mused as I took off my top, still in disbelief over my own thoughts.

I lay down and gently placed my wet panties beside me on the pillow, turning my head to breathe in the scent. When I spread my legs, I noticed that even the insides of my thighs were sticky now, probably just from walking around. I ran my fingers back and forth over my outer lips, spreading the wetness all over my mound and through my pubic hair, amazed at how slick my pussy was.

I was pretty worked up already, so before long, I trailed my finger through my slit again. My pussy was so aroused that when I accidentally brushed over my exposed clit, it gave me a huge jolt. “Aahhhh!” I heard myself gasp.

Like before, I tentatively dipped a fingertip beneath my folds first, luxuriating in the sensation of swirling it through my wetness. Then slowly, oh so slowly, I nestled it into my vagina, my palm resting on my vulva. I didn’t feel as much resistance this time, but my pussy was still really tight around my finger. Once again, I basked in the feeling of being filled up.

Just as slowly, I retracted my finger all the way, feeling the inner lips fold shut behind it like a curtain of flesh. Needing more of that fullness, I slipped it back inside. The next time I withdrew it, I didn’t pull it out all the way before going back inside.

Very gradually, I built up a rhythm. I could feel my pussy play counterpart to my finger, almost as if it was trying to suck me back in when I pulled it out.

Whenever I hit the deepest spot, I paused, reveling in the sensation for a few seconds before continuing this little game. I could sink my finger in up to the third knuckle without hitting a dead end — which I knew from biology class would be my cervix. And beyond that lies the womb, I thought.

Penetrating myself grew easier and easier. My pussy was wetter than ever, producing delightful squishing sounds as I worked it with my finger. I loved fucking myself. I’m an animal, I thought, an animal taking care of her needs, a slut who fucks her own pussy.

In the midst of masturbating, I ran my other hand all over my boobs. Occasionally, I’d brush against my taut nipples, which intensified the feelings in my pussy as if there was a direct connection.

The sensations I got from fingering myself were different from the ones I’d get by rubbing my clit — less pointed and intense, yet beautiful in their own way, deeper somehow and all-encompassing. I could hear myself moaning, but was too far gone to quiet down.

I was going pretty fast now. My soft cries were getting louder, as if I was trying to turn myself on even more. But although it felt amazing, I realized that I couldn’t come from just fingering myself.

I stopped fondling my boobs, let my pumping hand come to a standstill. Leaving my finger nestled deep inside myself, I started rubbing my clit with the other hand after slathering it with the wetness from my pussy. This new sensation felt indescribable. My clit seemed more sensitive than normal, almost like it extended straight into my vagina.

When I came, for a crazy moment I was worried that my body would come apart at the seams. My pussy kept trying to contract, but there was not much wiggle room inside, so it just squeezed my finger erratically, which felt incredible. I felt more juices gush out through my fingers, against my palm. The plateau seemed to last forever. Overwhelmed, I jerked my hand away from my clit but just kept on coming.

When it was over, I just lay there panting, wide-eyed. My chest was heaving. Eventually, I managed to extract my finger from my pussy, sad once more at the emptiness that was left behind inside me.

I brought my hand up to my face. All of my fingers were wet, not just the one I’d fucked myself with. Even my palm was a little moist.

Dutifully, I started licking off the wetness — first from my hand, then from my outstretched fingers. If you fuck yourself like an animal, you’ve got to clean your paw like an animal, I told myself. Despite the relief of my second orgasm of the morning, the taste of my pussy started to get me turned on yet again.

After I was done scooping up the juices with my tongue, I allowed myself to put a finger in my mouth. I closed my eyes as I sucked off the residual wetness. Like a baby nursing on her thumb, I thought as my own dirty taste filled me up. One by one, I sucked all my other fingers clean too, saving the middle one for last. Such a treat.

Even after I was finished, my hand still smelled like pussy. I’m not gonna wash it, I thought. I wanna smell it later when I’m a normal human again, to remind myself that I’m an animal too, an animal with a dirty paw. My hand still a little wet from my cleaning routine, I wiped it on my cheek, thinking, Dirty, dirty, dirty girl. How had I become so wicked?

I could smell myself on my face, but I was pretty sure nobody would pick up on it unless I got too close to them. Only I knew what makeup I was wearing.

I picked up my panties again and held the crotch to my nose. One more time, I inhaled my scent, then I decided to put them back on instead of getting clean ones.

When the crotch nestled against my pussy, the dampness felt a little cold, but I thought, You have no one to blame but yourself. You’re a dirty girl who wet her panties, now you have to deal with the consequences and wear them all day.

I got out a pair of jeans next, afraid that I might soak through my pyjama bottoms if I put them on again. The jeans felt tight on me. Cupping my crotch, I whimpered a little, amazed by how wet and sensitive I was down there.

Still topless, I went over to the window and opened it, thinking that my whole room probably smelled like pussy — although I couldn’t be sure, what with the scent of my face clouding my perception.

It was a beautiful day and the birds were chirping. I skimmed the streets for potential onlookers. When I didn’t see any, I leaned out the window, closed my eyes and let the sun shine on my bare chest. It was glorious, not least because the weather was finally getting warm.

I was excited by the possibility of going to the pool on Saturday, hoping the weather wouldn’t change its mind. I was looking forward to swimming, playing volleyball, going down the water slide and eating cheap fries from the kiosk.

And seeing Bo in her bikini, I thought, suddenly overcome by my wicked side again. How am I gonna make it through the week until then?

Leaving the window open, I went back to make my bed, where I discovered a little damp spot on the sheets. Oh crap, I thought, was I that wet? I sniffed it and yep, sure enough, it had oozed from my pussy. Well, that’s how it is with naughty girls, I thought, simply covering up the spot with my blanket.

As I was fluffing up my pillow, I heard someone running up to my room. Then Bo opened the door and came bounding through, her friend Rebecca in tow. Unlike my parents, Bo never knocked on my door. I hadn’t thought that she would be back so soon.

Bo looked over to me and stopped short in her tracks. Panicked, I held onto the pillow, but didn’t think to use it to cover up my boobs. When I realized both girls were looking at them, I finally raised it up to my chest.

“Nothing to see here, folks,” I quipped, “just keep walking.”

Flustered, Bo shook her head and looked me in the eyes. “Sorry, Lisa,” she said, and continued into her own room, looking a little dazzled.

“Yeah, sorry,” Rebecca said as well and followed Bo. The door quietly closed behind them.

At least I just aired the room, I told myself, though I doubted these eleven-year-olds would have recognized the smell anyway. Besides, they’d been pretty clearly preoccupied with the visual stimulus I’d provided.

I put on a bra and a T-shirt, contemplating how Bo was the reason I got so horny in the first place, taking a bath with her and the way we kissed each other. It’s her own fault she saw me topless, I thought. And we were naked in the bath together earlier, anyway. Maybe she even liked the view.

I turned on my stereo and put on a CD — not only to distract myself, but also for my sister and her friend, who were unusually quiet right then. I figured if there was music playing, they could relax and talk normally without me hearing them through the door. I picked an album that I kept borrowing from the library because it had become one of my absolute favourites, Get Behind Me Satan by the White Stripes. When it started to play, I turned on the computer.

I’d always been too shy to post any stories on the masturbation forums, but I thought this would be a good one to share. I typed it all up and wrote a lengthy post, hoping that some of the girls reading it (and perhaps boys, too?) would be turned on, maybe even masturbate to it. Occasionally, I sniffed my hand, reminding myself of this heavenly dirty smell that my pussy produced.

By the time I hit Submit Post, “Instinct Blues” came on. I started singing along.

And everyone that’s under your shoe
and every bird and bug in the jungle too
and everything in the ocean blue,
they just happen to know exactly what to do.

I started laughing, the innuendo of the song clicking in my head for the first time. “So why don’t you?” Well, I certainly knew now. Instinct blues, all right.

I flopped down on the freshly made bed, turned up the music and relaxed to the rest of the album. At some point, the girls walked through my room again and I stopped singing, feeling a little embarrassed. Rebecca didn’t look at me, Bo just stole a quick glance. They left and closed the door behind them.

The last song on the album suddenly carried a new layer of meaning to it as well.

And I love my sister, lord knows how I’ve missed her
she loves me and she knows I won’t forget
Sometimes I get jealous of all her little pets and I get lonely
but I ain’t that lonely yet.

I couldn’t help but sigh. Maybe not you, Jack White, I thought, but I am.

*****

Bedtime was a little weird. It was a Sunday night, so Bo had to go to bed around nine. Usually I stayed up later than that, but I got ready for bed just after Bo, keeping my soiled panties tucked underneath my pillow as a lucky charm. Oh, and also so I could smell them again in the morning.

I wanted Bo to sleep over with me, feeling anxious that our cuddle time might have been ended for good when Dad told her that sisters didn’t kiss each other. Did she now think that what we’d done was wrong?

She had just gone to bed when I climbed into mine. Her door was open.

“You wanna stay over with me?” I called out to her, trying to sound casual.

It took her a while to reply. “When do you have to get up?” she asked.

“At 6:30,” I said. Another pause.

“My first class is at 8:20 tomorrow,” she said. “I don’t have to get up till eight.”

Bo’s school was just a ten-minute walk away, whereas I had to take the train in the mornings. Class started at 7:30 for me, so I caught the train at seven, and I usually took a shower before I left.

Even though getting up at 6:30 meant nine hours of sleep starting right then, I definitely sympathized with the notion of not wanting to wake up that early without a pretty good reason.

“You wanna just come over and cuddle a little before you go to sleep, then?” I tried.

“I’m tired,” Bo replied. My heart sank a little.

“Can I just come over and give you a goodnight kiss?” I asked.

“Okay,” she said.

I got out of my bed and walked over to hers. She was lying on her side, facing away from me, eyes closed. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Lees,” Bo mumbled, but she didn’t move.

I couldn’t tell if she was really that tired or feeling awkward around me now, but I could tell I wasn’t gonna get a physical reaction out of her.

We said good night and I went back to bed. I didn’t fall asleep for a long time, even though my horniness was long gone.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa and Charlie spent the rest of the morning going from store to store in town looking at all the clothes. Lisa ending up buying at least three items from each of the dozen stores they browsed through. But she didn’t mind. She absolutely loved it and wondered if she would have done the same thing if she had had a daughter.

They picked out shirts and blouses, pants, shorts, skirts and all the necessary undergarments. They bought some new shoes and sneakers and a couple of jackets. It occurred to Lisa that she would need to purchase a set of luggage for Charlie to put it all in when she finally left. She tried to push that thought out of her mind, though. Lisa didn’t want to think about the inevitable. She didn’t want to lose Charlie.

Charlie was beside herself with excitement. In every store they visited she would pick out several items and then dash off to the changing room to try each one of them on. Once dressed in a new outfit, she would parade up and down the aisle as if she was a fashion model on the runways of Paris or Milan. Charlie would giggle as Lisa applauded her performance. The outfit that received the loudest ovation went in the shopping cart.

As noon rolled around, they were both getting tired and hungry. Putting the last of their bounty in the trunk of the car, they headed off to McAlister’s for their lunch date with Sheryl.

McAlister’s wasn’t a large restaurant. It had only about a dozen booths and a few tables, but enjoyed a warm, cozy feel along with a splendid view of the waterfront. They picked a booth by the window. Charlie slid in first, and Lisa sat beside her. A waitress soon arrived with menus and utensils.

“Hello. Can I get you ladies anything to drink?” she asked as she handed them a large laminated menu.

“We’re a bit early,” Lisa began as the waitress placed the napkin-wrapped utensils on the table. “There will be one more person joining us. But I’ll have a coffee while we wait, please.”

“Sure. How about you, hon?” the woman asked, looking at Charlie.

“Just water for me, please.”

The waitress smiled and walked away only to return a few minutes later with their drinks and a third set of utensils. As she finished setting everything on the table, Lisa saw Sheryl enter the restaurant and approach their booth.

In typical Sheryl style, her Saturday clothing choices would not have instilled the image of a successful corporate lawyer in the minds of anyone who didn’t know her. She wore a black fleece-lined leather vest festooned with little pins from the many places she and her Harley-Davidson had visited. That garment was over a gray zip-up hoodie with a logo of her favorite team, the Vancouver Canucks, emblazoned on the front. Her legs were covered by a matching pair of sweatpants with the same logo on the right hip.

Despite her not so fashionable attire, Sheryl was still an attractive woman. Her 5-foot-9-inch body was a temple, and she kept it lean and fit. Lisa loved running her fingers over Sheryl’s belly, tracing the sculpted definition of her abs. Sheryl refrained from things such as tattoos and piercings, except for a single hole in each earlobe that held a gold stud. In contrast, however, she often would dye her very short hair in a fluorescent shade of any of the primary colors. Today it was blue.

“I’ll have a coffee, please,” Sheryl said to the waitress upon reaching the table. The woman nodded and walked off.

Lisa stood and greeted her friend with a big hug and a kiss — a kiss that Charlie thought was a bit too friendly.

As they took their seats in the booth, Lisa noticed Sheryl looking at Charlie with a puzzled expression.

“Charlie,” said Lisa, “this is my dear friend Sheryl. Sheryl, this is my new friend Charlie.”

“Hello, Charlie,” Sheryl nodded, still confused.

“Hi,” Charlie replied shyly.

Sheryl studied them both for a few moments without speaking. She was about to say something when the waitress placed the cup of coffee down in front of her.

“Do you need a few more minutes? Or do you know what you want?”

“I want fish’n’chips!” Charlie announced too loudly, then quickly covered her mouth when she realized what she’d done. “Sorry,” the girl squeaked, blushing with embarrassment.

All three women laughed at the outburst.

“How many pieces, honey?” asked the waitress.

“Um, just one,” Charlie answered, more quietly this time.

“A club on whole wheat for me,” said Lisa. “Hold the fries.”

“I’m going to have… a garden salad with vinaigrette dressing,” said Sheryl.

The waitress put her order pad back into her apron, then collected the menus and left. Sheryl said to Lisa, “You look sort of… different. More, I don’t know, radiant. Like you just got—”

Sheryl suddenly stopped speaking. She peered into Lisa’s eyes, then over at Charlie, who was busy looking out the window at the boats in the harbor, then turned back to Lisa. Sheryl’s eyes opened wide as if she’d realized something shocking. She slid out of the booth, motioning toward Lisa to follow her.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked, when Lisa started getting up.

Lisa could see the concern on the girl’s face. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she said with a reassuring smile. “You just wait here while I talk to Sheryl for a sec.”

“All right.”

As Lisa neared Sheryl, who was standing a short distance away, the woman glanced furtively around ensuring they could talk without being overheard. Then she leaned close, “Lisa — please tell me you didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” Lisa snapped, pulling back.

“Kidnap her,” Sheryl said, indicating Charlie with a sidelong glance. Lisa looked toward the booth, and saw that Charlie was watching them intently.

Feeling insulted by her friend’s accusation, she turned back to Sheryl and retorted, “What kind of person do you think I am?!”

Sheryl shot back in a hushed voice, “I think you’re a horny lesbian with a fetish for little girls.”

“I was drunk when I told you that — and it’s not a fetish, it’s a fantasy!” Lisa fumed, then turned on her heel and returned to the booth with Sheryl right behind.

The two women sat in silence for a few moments, while Charlie fidgeted in her seat looking back and forth between them.

“Is everything okay?” Charlie asked meekly.

“Everything is fine, sweetie,” Lisa answered, pinching her cheek. Charlie smiled, then turned to look out the window again, kneeling on the bench.

“Sweetie?” Sheryl repeated, an eyebrow raised.

“Why do you have to be so damned judgmental all the time?”

“I’m a lawyer. That’s what I do,” Sheryl responded, a smile creeping across her face. “Now, what was it you needed me for?”

“I want you to help me find someone. Her aunt.”

“Do I look like Colombo?” Sheryl asked sarcastically.

“Sheryl, please, this is important!”

Lisa recounted the events of the past 24 hours, sans sex scenes, offering a brief account of Charlie’s miserable life after her mother died. When she finished speaking, she sat quietly, looking into her friend’s eyes.

Charlie was still staring out the window but wasn’t watching the boats anymore. She was listening intently to the conversation going on behind her.

“Okay,” Sheryl nodded. “I have a few colleagues who owe me favors. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” said Lisa, as she took a folded piece of paper out of her jacket pocket and slid it across the table. “This is all the info I have on her aunt.”

Sheryl placed her hand on top of Lisa’s and held it. She studied her friend’s face some more. “You’re really hoping that I can’t find her… aren’t you?”

Lisa held Sheryl’s gaze. “You know me too well.”

That was all she had to say. Sheryl instantly knew the truth.

Charlie was still looking out the window. Her unseen tears had stopped now, and a smile danced across her face. Lisa wants me to stay! she thought happily.

It wasn’t long before their lunch arrived, and the three filled the time with friendly chit-chat while they enjoyed the food. When Sheryl finished her salad, she patted her mouth with the napkin.

“Well, guys, I need to get going,” she said, sliding out of the booth. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find out anything.” She zipped up her hoodie.

“Okay. Thanks again, and I’ve got lunch,” Lisa said as Sheryl leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.

“Damn straight,” Sheryl grinned, then waved to the girl. “Bye, Charlie. It was nice meeting you.”

“Bye!” said Charlie.

“Oh! By the way,” Sheryl announced as she reached the door, “I’m still going to charge you triple.” She gave a wink. Then she was gone.

Lisa sat back in the booth and sipped her second cup of coffee. She looked over at Charlie who was finishing off the last of her french fries.

“Room for dessert?” Lisa asked.

Charlie shook her head. “No, thanks.”

“Me neither,” said Lisa. She fished her credit card out of her wallet and handed it to the waitress just as she arrived at the table.

“I guess that means you’re all done then,” said the woman, taking the card. “How was everything?”

“Great, as usual,” Lisa answered, as she punched her pin into the portable debit machine and waited for the receipt. Once the transaction was complete, Lisa and Charlie headed out to the car.

“Would you like to go see a movie?” Lisa asked, unlocking the doors.

“Sure!” Charlie replied with a smile as she climbed inside and fastened her seatbelt.

They arrived at the theater just in time to catch the start of the newest Disney flick. As they walk into the dimly lit auditorium, they could see that it was mostly empty. A dozen or so people sat in the center rows. Charlie picked a row closer to the back and moved to a seat near the middle. They sat down as the last preview trailer finished and the main feature began.

The movie was a little more than half over when Lisa felt Charlie put a hand on her knee. Thinking the girl wanted to hold her hand, Lisa tried to take it in hers. She was surprised when Charlie pushed her hand away, then placed her own back on her knee.

Puzzled, Lisa looked over at Charlie. Her gaze was fixed intently on the screen. With a shrug, Lisa turned her attention back to the feature.

Soon after, she felt Charlie’s hand sliding slowly up her leg, stroking and caressing her thigh through her jeans while gradually moving closer to her pussy. Lisa felt herself becoming excited as she wondered just how far the girl would dare to go.

Her question was quickly answered. Charlie’s hand moved directly onto her crotch and began to rub her there. Lisa opened her legs a bit. Charlie applied more pressure as she continued rubbing. Lisa was getting quite warm, starting to sweat, and her breath quickened when Charlie fumbled with the button at the top of her jeans.

“Undo your pants,” Charlie whispered, while keeping her eyes on the movie screen.

Lisa’s heart was racing. She looked around the theater. No one was seated near them, and they almost certainly wouldn’t be seen. But still, she was nervous. The thought of doing something so risqué made Lisa’s pulse quicken and her pussy beg for attention.

Making a decision, she undid the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Charlie pushed her hand inside, caressing Lisa’s pussy through her satin panties. Lisa moaned quietly. Charlie continued massaging until she could feel the woman’s juices begin to dampen the material, and her fingers.

Lisa couldn’t concentrate on the movie at all anymore. Instead, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Charlie’s touch. Little bolts of lightning fired in her center. Lisa tried to spread her legs a little more when she felt Charlie attempting to put her hand down the front of her panties. The waistband, however, restricted her access.

“Pull them down,” Charlie commanded.

“No, I can’t do that,” Lisa protested. “What if someone comes by?”

Charlie stilled her hand. Lisa was insane with desire. She was so turned on by Charlie’s advances, especially in this public place. This was an entirely new experience for her. Her mind was reeling, and she wanted to scream.

Her lust finally got the better of her. Lisa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Lifting her bum, she pushed both jeans and panties down to her knees, then scooted down in the seat, spreading her legs open as far as she could. She waited for Charlie to take the next step.

The girl didn’t respond for what seemed like an agonizingly long time. Finally her hand moved to Lisa’s soaked pussy. Charlie played her fingers around Lisa’s labia, teasing and exploring. Lisa’s hips bucked in return as little shockwaves flooded her senses.

Charlie slid a finger into Lisa’s core. Pulling out, she brought the finger to her own mouth and slowly licked the juices off. Lisa wasn’t sure whether Charlie knew the effect this would have on her, but it drove her crazy with lust. She placed a hand on the girl’s thigh.

“Don’t touch!” Charlie said, pushing her hand away. Then she eased the finger back inside her vagina. Lisa whimpered as she felt the digit probing deep inside.

Once again Charlie pulled her finger out, but this time offering it to Lisa, taking her eyes off the screen just long enough to make sure she’d reached her lips. Lisa took the girl’s finger into her mouth, tasting her own juice. After a moment, Charlie put her hand back on Lisa’s pussy.

She slowly stroked, moving her fingers back and forth through Lisa’s slippery folds, dipping into her core with each pass. Lisa had moved her hands back to the armrest and now held on tightly, white-knuckled, as Charlie turned her attention to her throbbing clit.

Lisa could barely keep from crying out. She panted and squirmed in her seat, her body aflame, every nerve ending firing at once. Charlie’s hand was a blur as it flew from side to side over her clit.

Then Lisa felt it coming. A sensation she’d experienced only once before in her life. She clamped a hand over Charlie’s, pushing it down to her entrance, and squeezed her legs tightly shut. She grunted and her body convulsed — as she squirted into Charlie’s hand.

Lisa’s senses were overloaded. A brilliant white light filled her vision. She shuddered in the chair, and knew her juices were spilling onto the carpeted floor below. Finally it was over. But she didn’t move, she couldn’t move, not just yet.

At last she was able to relax, releasing the muscle tension in her legs. “Oh, Charlie, the things you do to me,” she sighed, then turned to the young girl, who was staring at her. “Give me a minute, sweetie,” Lisa smiled, letting go of Charlie’s hand. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes again.

After a couple of minutes, Lisa had regained her composure. She took a deep breath and sat up straight in the chair. Then she whispered, “Charlie, move over a seat, mine’s all wet.”

“Did I make you squirt?” the child asked, sounding proud of herself.

“You most certainly did, my love,” Lisa nodded as she stood up just enough to clear the armrest and moved a step to the side, jeans and panties still around her knees. Half squatting in front of the seat, Lisa pulled up her things before sitting down again and buttoning her jeans.

She smiled to herself, shaking her head. The only other time Lisa had ever squirted was when she was 16 years old. It was at a drive-in theater, in the back seat of her father’s Buick with a special girlfriend. The two of them never saw much of the movie that night.

“Thank you for that,” Lisa murmured to Charlie, giving her a soft kiss. They held hands, snuggling close, and watched the final few minutes of the Disney movie. When it was over, they made their way out to the parking lot.

Back in the car, Lisa asked, “What made you decide to do that?” She wasn’t angry about it. To the contrary, she was ecstatic. It was one of the most erotic experiences she’d ever had.

Charlie looked at her, grinning sheepishly. “Well, um, Karen’s dad had these dirty magazines hidden in the garage. Sometimes we would sneak one inside and look at it together at night when everyone was asleep. I remember we read this story about a lady and a girl in a theater, and the girl made the lady squirt during the movie. It was really cool, and I wondered what it would be like to do that.”

“Well, you found out. Was it as awesome for you as it was for me?”

“Yeah, for sure. Next time you’ll have to do it to me,” the girl answered, a mischievous smile crossing her face.

Lisa laughed, “You can count on that, sweetheart.” She leaned over and gave Charlie one more kiss, then started the car and headed for home.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Girl Lover

The long road trip from Abilene to Weatherford was a tense, torturous silence for both Kala and Raven.

Kala couldn’t bring herself to even look at Jennie. For the first time in her life, instead of feeling pride in being part of the Burning Angels, she felt shame. She didn’t need to look at Jennie’s face again. The fear she’d seen in her eyes was seared in her mind, forever condemning her.

Raven’s face was emotionless as she glanced at her side mirror for any signs of the police. Like Kala, she felt the condemnation of having been exposed to Bonnie for what she truly was. She didn’t know what she could say. How would Bonnie see her now?

After almost three hours, the group pulled into the parking of another seemingly deserted motel, this one just outside of Weatherford. Everyone shut off their engines and began dismounting.

“That was reeeal smooth!” Jadis said sarcastically as she stomped up to Raven and Kala. Sneering at the little girls, still sitting on the bikes, she exclaimed, “I knew you shouldn’t have brought those fuckers! I knew they were going to fuck things up!”

Diamond growled, “We should get rid of them!”

The rest of the women slowly moved closer, glaring at Bonnie and Jennie menacingly. Alarmed, Kala and Raven gripped their guns, which were strapped onto their legs, as their eyes narrowed at the threat. Then the roar of other bikes broke the standoff as more groups began arriving.

Stepping over to Bonnie, Jadis grasped her chin. “No… maybe they can be of some use to us after all.”

Raven snarled, “She’s mine,” as she slapped the woman’s hand away.

Jadis gave Raven a hard look. “We share everything… remember?”

With the other gang members staring at her and nodding in agreement, Raven was forced to back down. She turned away, angrily shaking her head, but said nothing else.

“Diamond, Lucia,” said Jadis, “get all the money and bring it inside.”

Lucia and Diamond went around to each group, collecting the backpacks that contained their haul from the banks they’d robbed that morning. Then Jadis took Raven’s and Kala’s backpacks from them, and headed along with Diamond and Lucia into one of the rooms as the other women dispersed. Some went into motel rooms, while others remained behind in the parking lot in clusters off in the distance, smoking and occasionally leering at Bonnie and Jennie, who had gotten off the bikes and were huddled close together.

Raven and Kala turned to look at the girls as they stood wide-eyed and quiet. Both appeared deeply frightened. Raven and Kala looked at one another, their faces silently asking how could they possibly fix this awful problem.

“Bonnie…” Raven began. Then she paused, not knowing how to proceed. After a moment, she called quietly, “Bonnie, c’mere.”

The child didn’t move. Sighing, Raven walked toward Bonnie, who retreated a few steps. Raven stopped and crouched down, speaking quietly, “I…”

Bonnie’s voice was small and fearful. “Why did she shoot that man?”

Raven looked up at Kala, at a loss for words, then turned back to Bonnie, still speaking quietly, “I didn’t want you to know about this. But… this is who we are, and this is what we do…”

“You shoot people and take their money?”

Having no answer, Raven blinked a few times, miserably, then stood up.

Jennie, with eyes full of tears, whispered to Kala, “I thought you were nice.”

Turning away, Kala murmured to Raven, “I can’t do this. Jennie is everything to me. And now… she’s afraid of me.”

Raven didn’t say anything.

“I can’t live this way.”

Raven looked at Kala. “So what’re you saying? That you want to leave?”

“If it’s a choice between Jennie or this life, it’s her.”

“But the Burning Angels are our family.”

“She’s my family now!”

“You know the code.”

Kala stared at Raven, then sternly whispered, “Fuck the code! I don’t want it! This life is not for Jennie… and it’s not for me!” Fuming, she looked down at ground. When she looked up again, she asked, “Who’s more important to you? Bonnie, or them?”

Raven shook her head, again without an answer.

Kala stepped over toward Jennie and crouched down near her. “Jennie, I… I’m not like those other women. I am nice.” She held out her hands to the child. “Please…”

Jennie slowly came to her and Kala hugged the girl, holding her close.

“I wanna go home,” whimpered Jennie, on the verge of crying.

“We will,” Kala promised.

Standing up with Jennie in her arms, Kala said to Raven, “Tonight, me and Jennie are going back to Austin.” Then she turned around, walking toward the lobby to get a room for them.

Completely frustrated, Raven sat down in the dirty parking lot, closing her eyes and laying her forehead on her knee, wondering how love could have fucked up her life so much. Several seconds later, she felt a light touch on her arm. Looking up, she saw Bonnie standing beside her.

Before the girl could say anything, Raven spoke.

“Bonnie, believe me, this is not who I am. I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this. It’s just that… I’ve been with the Burning Angels almost half my life. They’re the only real family I’ve ever known, the only people I ever cared about, until… I met you.” She took Bonnie’s hand. “Tonight… I’ll take you back, okay? Either to my house, or to yours.”

“Why can’t we go right now?” Bonnie asked.

“Because — I don’t want the others to know we’re leaving. Once it gets dark, that’ll give us maybe a ten-hour head start.” She took a deep breath, then said, “I’m so sorry, Bonnie. I never wanted you to be afraid of me, or to think that I’m… a bad person.”

Bonnie knelt down the asphalt and hugged Raven. As she wrapped her arms around the girl, Raven knew where her loyalties lay.

After a long hug, Raven got up, took Bonnie’s hand, and headed for the motel lobby. Walking inside, they found Kala holding a key. Raven sent her a meaningful look. Kala nodded and said, “Room 106.”

When they were all inside the room, with the door securely locked, Kala asked Raven, “So, what’s the plan?”

“Tonight, after dark, we’ll head out. Jadis will be pissed, but she won’t bother to look for us. They’ll be too busy with the job in Fort Worth.”

*****

Within a few hours, the girls were getting bored. Looking out the window and spotting a rest area with a small playground across the parking lot, they asked if they could go over there. Figuring they couldn’t keep them inside all day, Raven and Kala took the kids to the playground.

Raven and Kala were sitting on a bench watching the girls play when Lucia walked up to them. She told Raven, “Jadis wants you and Maya to go scope out the routes for tomorrow.”

“Why? Diamond already checked them out.”

“Jadis wants to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

Raven looked at Maya, who was already straddling her bike, and said to Kala, “Guess I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

She got up and walked over to Maya. “Why does Jadis want the routes checked out again?”

“I don’t know,” the woman answered curtly. “Let’s go.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Raven got on her bike, started it up, and took off with Maya.

Back in the playground, Lucia held up a paper map, telling Kala, “We need to plan out the schedule for next week, what banks to hit and in what order.” She walked to a picnic table a short distance away and unfolded the map.

Kala knew it was a pointless for her to be making plans for future holdups since they were leaving the gang that night, but she had to keep up appearances to avoid suspicion. She glanced at the girls swinging on the swings and stood up, walking over to the table to join Lucia. Taking out a red marker, Lucia began circling spots on the map while consulting a list of banks she’d written down while Kala started measuring routes.

Several minutes later, Bonnie jumped off the swing. “I gotta go to the toilet,” she called to Jennie, then ran across the parking lot towards the motel. When she reached their room, she took out the key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Leaving the key in the knob, she hurried into the bathroom, pulled down her pants and panties, and quickly sat down. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as the pressure on her bladder was relieved.

*****

Raven’s bike raced down I-20 alongside Maya’s. Something was troubling her about being told to visually check the routes. It didn’t make any sense. They’ve never done it before, so why now?

As the minutes went by, the uneasy feeling steadily grew stronger — a feeling of impending danger to the girls. Finally, Raven couldn’t ignore it anymore. Waving at Maya to get her attention, she pointed to the approaching exit off the highway, then pointed to herself and then behind her, indicating to Maya that she was going back. To Raven’s amazement, Maya shook her head and pointed straight ahead down the highway, telling her to continue on instead of turning around.

Raven waved goodbye and took the exit. In her mirror, she could see Maya following her.

*****

Bonnie finished wiping herself, then pulled up her pants and flushed the toilet. She stepped out of the bathroom — and froze when she saw the hard eyes of Jadis staring at her.

Jadis closed and locked the motel room door. Walking slowly toward Bonnie, she growled, “You caused a lot of trouble today.” Her raspy voice gave Bonnie chills. “And what good are you? What can you offer?”

Bonnie stepped back, bumping into the bedside table behind her. In a panic, she turned toward the bathroom, but Jadis’s arm shot out, blocking the doorway. Her steely eyes held Bonnie like a snake holds a frightened mouse in its gaze. She grabbed a handful of Bonnie’s hair, causing her to gasp, then sneered, “You think you can just interfere with our business, and not give anything in return?”

Dragging Bonnie over, Jadis threw her onto the bed. Bonnie tried to scream for help, but was quickly stunned by a sudden punch to her face. With a hungry glint in her eye, Jadis looked down at the child lying limply on the bed.

*****

Kala looked up from the map on the picnic table to check on the girls. Seeing only Jennie on the swings, Kala called out to her, “Where’s Bonnie?”

“She had to go to the bathroom!” Jennie yelled in reply.

Kala glanced across the parking lot at the closed door of their room, then turned back to the map to continue going over the routes with Lucia.

*****

After making the U-turn under the highway bridge, Raven sped up, getting back on I-20, heading west toward Weatherford. Maya soon caught up to her, pointing back toward Fort Worth. Raven shook her head.

Then Maya reached down and pulled out her Glock, leveling it at Raven. For several seconds, Raven just stared at Maya in shock. The Burning Angels had had disagreements before, but they were a family. It was against the code to threaten another Angel.

‘What the hell is she doing?!’ Raven asked herself. ‘Threatening to shoot me for refusing an order from Jadis?!’ As Raven looked into Maya’s eyes, she did not see the camaraderie that should have been there.

Suddenly Jadis’s voice came to her: ‘Maybe they can be of some use to us after all. We share everything… remember?’

When it dawned on Raven what was happening, her eyes first widened in terror, then narrowed in fury at Maya. She saw a look of deadly determination on Maya’s face. Suddenly Raven let go of the throttle with her right hand, causing her bike to slow down and drop behind Maya’s, while in the same motion she drew her own gun. Maya fired a shot, but missed as Raven’s bike drifted behind her. Raven fired and did not miss.

As Maya slumped over, her bike first began to wobble and then went down, sliding along the highway at 80 miles per hour, throwing sparks. Raven sped by, watching Maya’s body tumbling on the road in her mirror as she raced toward Weatherford. Raven’s grief over the sudden loss of someone she’d thought of as a friend was quickly pushed aside by her anger at Maya’s betrayal.

Raven certainly knew that Jadis was vicious, but she’d never thought Maya would do anything like this. And if Maya was trying to get her out of the way, that must mean Lucia was in on it too, and who knows how many others. The little girls were in danger, maybe Kala too. They couldn’t wait until tonight. They had to leave right away.

Pushing her bike to over 120 miles per hour, the few minutes she still had to ride seemed an eternity. She prayed that Kala and the girls would be all right.

As she grew closer the motel, not wanting to be seen or heard, Raven shut off the engine and opened the clutch, coasting quietly along the road and into the motel parking lot on the other side of the building from where the rest of the gang were parked. Turning her bike around so it was facing toward the road, she quickly jumped off and ran to the back end of the building, peering around the corner to scan the area.

Seeing no one at that end of the rectangular structure, she crept up to the next corner and peeked around. About fifty feet from her, she could see Lucia and Kala in the small picnic area huddled over a table with their backs to Raven, looking at something. Beyond them, perhaps another fifty feet away, Jennie was in the playground, alone. Where was Bonnie?!

Silently cursing at Lucia, Raven rushed toward their motel room, hoping to God that Bonnie would be there, unharmed. Reaching the room, Raven flung open the door — and her stomach dropped.

On the bed, Bonnie was lying face down, sobbing, her jeans and panties pushed down around her ankles. A bloody stain discolored the sheet between her legs.

“No! – No! – No!” Raven cried as she ran to the bed, gently rolling Bonnie over. The child’s nose and lips were bloody. When Bonnie opened her eyes and saw Raven, she threw her arms tightly around her, burying her face in Raven’s neck and sobbing, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Tears coursing down her cheeks, Raven held the girl, whispering, “Oh God! I’m here, Bonnie, I’m here. Why did I ever bring you?!”

Even as she worked at comforting Bonnie, Raven’s hands soon began clenching tightly in anger at what her family had done. With her rage taking over, Raven slowly drew back. Bonnie tried her best to hold on, but Raven pulled the girl off and got to her feet, muttering under her breath, “I need to go do something.”

Bonnie looked up at her through tear-streaked eyes, and started to get off the bed to follow. Raven gruffly told her, “Stay here.”

“Where are you going?” Bonnie asked apprehensively.

“Stay here!” the woman repeated. Before Bonnie could say anything else, Raven turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She headed straight for Lucia, whose back was to her as she and Kala concentrated on the map spread out on the table before them. With her fists clenching and unclenching, Raven’s breathing quickened as her fury built up, her eyes narrowing in rage as she moved stealthily toward Lucia.

Kala, on the other side of Lucia, happened to glance up and found Raven approaching. Kala’s eyebrows raised questioningly at Raven’s behavior, then her eyes widened when Raven put a finger to her lips, urging silence. Kala continued to watch as Raven’s hand went behind her back, unsheathing the knife from her waistband.

Raven grabbed Lucia under the chin, quickly pulling back her head, then slit her throat and slammed her down on top of the table. As the bleeding, dying body bounced off and fell to the ground, Kala, her face a mixture of dismay and disbelief, cried out, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“It was a setup! We’re leaving now!”

Looking over at Jennie, Raven called, “JENNIE!” and waved her over to them.

“What do you mean?!”

“Jadis sent me off with Maya while Lucia distracted you so the girls would be alone.”

Jennie came running up but suddenly stopped. She stared in fear at the sight of Lucia lying on the ground, a large pool of blood spreading around her.

“Come on, let’s go!” said Raven.

They raced back toward their room. Jennie gasped, covering her mouth with both hands when she saw Bonnie lying on the bed, her face bruised and bloody.

“Oh shit!” Kala whispered under her breath, “What happened?!”

“Jadis,” Raven answered flatly.

“I thought she just came in here to use the bathroom,” said Kala. “I didn’t know…”

“That’s what Lucia wanted you to think,” Raven replied. She went to Bonnie, telling her, “We’re leaving right now. Can you walk?”

“I – I think so.”

As Raven began helping her pull up her panties and fasten her jeans, Bonnie tried to explain, through sobs, “I w-was going to the b-bathroom, and when I came out, that lady with the grey strip of hair on her head was in here… and… and… she grabbed me… and… ”

Interrupting her, Raven blurted, “We need to leave now.”

Taking Bonnie by the hand, she went to the door. After drawing her Glock, she peered outside. To Kala, she said, “You got our bags?”

The woman nodded, “Yeah.”

“Jennie!” Raven exclaimed quietly.

The girl, who had been frozen in shock at seeing Bonnie in that condition, jumped.

“Come on,” said Raven, then stepped out of the room, followed by the others. “Take the kids and your bike around to the other side of the motel,” she told Kala.

“Where are you going?!”

“To kill Jadis.”

Kala’s eyes widened, “Are you crazy?!”

“Look what she did to Bonnie!” Raven exclaimed fiercely. “You think I’m going to let her get away with that?!”

“You can’t fight Jadis without fighting all of them!”

Raven replied grimly, “If that’s what it takes,” then turned to leave.

Kala reached out and grabbed her arm, in a last effort to stop her. “She’ll kill you!”

“She already has.” Raven shook her off, saying, “Go!”

She walked briskly toward the stairway to the upper floor, her gun out. Kala stared after her for a moment, then went back to the girls.

“Where’s Raven going?!” Bonnie asked frantically.

“To take care of something,” Kala replied. “Come on.”

Taking her bike by the handlebars, she wheeled it over to the other side of the motel with the girls walking beside her. Then she set Bonnie on Raven’s bike and Jennie on her bike and stood next to them, waiting uneasily.

*****

Raven ran up the outside stairwell to the second level, then paused, listening. With her gun ready, she walked slowly along the empty walkway toward Jadis’s room. Kicking open the door, she immediately fired two shots at the figure standing by the bed, dropping her instantly. As she walked over and looked at the body on the floor, she saw that it wasn’t Jadis after all, but Zia.

Knowing the shots would have alerted everyone, Raven grabbed the two large duffle bags that were leaning against the wall near a pile of empty backpacks. Sliding her arms into the shoulder straps of one of them, she pulled it on like a backpack, then picked up the other one.

Moving quickly, Raven stepped out the door and flung the duffle bag in her hand onto the roof above her head, then climbed on the railing and pulled herself up onto the flat roof. Snatching up the bag, she ran across to the other side of the motel, where she dropped the bag down to the parking lot, two floors below. Then she lowered herself down onto the second floor walkway, climbed over the railing, and dropped to the ground. After retrieving the bag, she ran toward Kala and the girls.

“Did you do it?!” asked Kala.

Raven gave no answer, just started hurriedly strapping the bag on the back of her bike, behind Bonnie.

Seeing Raven wearing one duffle bag while strapping another onto her bike, Kala said, “What’s that?”

Raven didn’t answer that question either. After the bag was tied down, she climbed on, started up, and they raced out of the parking lot toward I-20 East.

As they rode, Raven thought furiously as to where they should be going. Signaling Kala, they got off the highway and turned north onto South Main Street. The slower speed limit in town infuriated Raven, but she didn’t dare attract any extra attention from cops looking to bust speeders in their quiet town. A few minutes later, she turned left onto Palo Pinto Street, heading back west. Kala didn’t know where Raven was heading, just following her blindly.

About ten miles later, Raven saw what she was looking for — a narrow unpaved road leading off the highway, into the countryside. Signaling Kala to slow down, she braked and turned onto the track, being careful not to slip on the loose dirt. A mile farther down, there was an abandoned, ramshackle barn set about fifty feet away from the dirt road. Raven steered toward it, driving inside the open door and parking. After Kala followed, Raven got off her bike and pulled the door mostly closed, leaving it cracked to let in light.

Carefully lifting Bonnie down, she poured some water from her canteen onto a rag, then gently cleaned Bonnie’s bruised face. When she finished, she grimaced at what lay next.

Sitting down beside the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder, Raven said, “Bonnie… I need to look at your vagina.”

After Bonnie glumly nodded her consent, Raven unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, along with her panties. Raven wiped away the dried blood from between her thighs and tried to be as careful as she could swabbing along her vulva, but Bonnie still gasped in pain.

“I know it hurts,” Raven said quietly as she cleaned off the blood, then inspected for any signs of tearing. When she was finished, Raven had to wipe the tears from her own eyes before she could pull Bonnie’s clothes up again.

Getting up on her knees, she pulled Bonnie to her, hugging her tightly as the tears flowed again. “I’m so sorry, Bonnie. I didn’t think—” Choking, wracked with emotion, Raven was unable to continue. The guilt was too much. It wasn’t only Jadis who had hurt Bonnie. She was just as responsible.

Several feet away, Kala and Jennie stood watching the scene. Jennie somberly asked, “What happened to Bonnie?”

“One of those mean women hurt her. But don’t ask her what happened, okay? If she wants to tell you, she will, but I don’t want you asking about it. All right?”

Jennie slowly nodded.

A few minutes later, Raven asked, “How are you feeling?”

“My missy hurts,” said Bonnie.

“I know,” Raven winced at the reminder. “Bonnie… I’ll never be able to apologize enough for what happened to you. It’s my fault, and I’ll do everything I can to try and make it better.”

“It wasn’t you,” Bonnie told her. “It was… her…”

“It’s still my fault though. Now, uh, go play with Jennie, okay? Me and Kala need to talk for a while.”

Bonnie got up walked over to Jennie, while Raven stood, silently watching her.

Kala’s voice came from behind. “What the hell are we doing here?”

“Hiding,” Raven replied, still watching Bonnie.

“Why? I heard the shots. Jadis is dead. The Burning Angels are nothing without her.”

“Jadis isn’t dead.” Raven turned around. “I killed Zia… and Maya… and you saw Lucia.”

With Kala’s mouth slowly dropping open in shock, Raven added, “Also, we need to hide because of this.” She walked over to the duffle bag strapped to her bike, pulled the other duffle bag off her back, and unzipped them both.

Kala boggled as she stared at dozens of bundles of cash inside the bags. When she was finally able to find her voice, she mumbled, “The loot. You took it all.”

Raven nodded.

“YOU BITCH!” Kala screamed, startling the girls. “She’s never gonna stop hunting us now! We’re dead. We’re fucking dead!”

“Jadis will hunt us regardless,” insisted Raven. “I killed three Burning Angels. We’re traitors! Besides that, we’ll need the money for food, gas, and hotels.”

Grasping her head in anxiety, Kala moaned, “Shit, this is so fucked up. What’re we gonna do?!”

“Run. That’s all we can do.”

The women stood looking at each other for a long moment. Finally, Kala walked toward the barn door to keep watch for any Burning Angels who might be coming after them.

Raven went over to the girls, who were sitting on a dusty hay bale. “Hey, you two…” Bonnie and Jennie looked up at her. “We’re going to spend the night here.”

“Here?!” Bonnie asked incredulously, looking around at the dirt and straw floor.

“Yes, here. We’re camping out.”

“But where are we gonna sleep?” asked Jennie.

“On the ground.”

The kids looked panic-stricken. Bonnie protested, “But… there’s bugs.”

“And snakes,” Jennie quickly added.

“It’ll be all right,” Raven assured them.

“Where do we go to the bathroom?” Bonnie asked.

“Over there.” Raven pointed to a stall at the far end of the barn. The girls looked at the stall, then back at Raven in disbelief.

“You gotta be kidding,” said Bonnie. “Why can’t we stay at a hotel or go back home?”

“Look, I know it sucks, but tomorrow we’ll get a hotel, okay? Now… just… go play.”

“Play where?!” 

“I don’t know. Try to find something to do.”

Raven went back to Kala, standing guard at the door. Kala glanced over as Raven approached. “How’d they take it?”

“Weren’t very enthusiastic. Hear anything?”

“Nah. Not a sound. Good thing about this barn is that it’s so far from the highway, you can hear anyone approaching.”

“Yeah. We’ll do three-hour watches tonight. You wanna go first?”

“Sure.”

Turning to check on the girls, Kala saw them poking around inside one of the stalls and called, “You guys — stay out of the stalls. There might be snakes in there.”

Jennie immediately darted out, frightened, while Bonnie stayed, exclaiming, “Cool! I wanna see a snake!”

Raven chuckled at the fearless reaction before telling her, “Bonnie, get outta there!”

Turning to Kala, she said, “Jennie’s so different from you.”

“I know,” Kala smiled. She looked at Jennie who was watching Bonnie wide-eyed as she looked for snakes. “She’s the opposite of everything I am. But that’s what I like about her.”

A few hours later, the light began to fade with the coming night. Raven and Kala took turns at the door, constantly on guard, listening for the sound of approaching bikes. In between, they watched the girls.

Boredom had long ago set in for all of them, so Bonnie was reading her book out loud to Jennie, who was becoming ever more anxious as she listened to the ghost story in the gathering darkness.

After a while, Jennie got up and went over to Kala. “I’m hungry.”

“I know,” Kala replied sadly.

There was nothing to eat in their packs. She and Raven could manage without food for one night, but it was a lot harder for a nine-year-old. Walking over to Raven, who was staring out the door, Kala asked, “What are we going to do about dinner?”

“Nothing,” Raven replied flatly, not even glancing at her.

“The girls need to eat.”

Raven whipped her head around, snapping angrily, “Don’t you think I know that?! You think I want to sleep in this fucking barn?!”

The girls looked at Raven, clearly worried by the outburst.

“Hey,” Kala quietly began, in an effort to calm Raven, “it doesn’t help things to scare the girls. It’s just that… we need to take care of them.”

“That’s what I’m doing. I’m keeping us alive,” Raven muttered. “Jadis will be combing this whole area looking for us. If any of us go out tonight, we’ll be spotted. Tomorrow morning, they’ll have moved on and then we can get something.”

Kala nodded, then went back to Jennie and Bonnie. Both had furrowed brows. Bonnie asked, “Why’s she mad?”

“She’s just worried.”

“When are we gonna eat?” asked Jennie, in her small voice.

“In the morning we’ll get some breakfast.”

Their disappointed faces broke Kala’s heart. She hated having to tell them they couldn’t have anything to eat, but what else could she say? Reaching out and pulling both girls to her, she hugged them, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

To their credit, Bonnie and Jennie did their best to occupy themselves while Kala and Raven took turns standing watch. Inevitably, of course, came the need to pee. As the barn grew darker and darker, Jennie kept looking fearfully toward the stall that had been designated as their bathroom. She’d held her pee for as long as she could, but nature won out and now she almost couldn’t stand it anymore.

Holding her crotch desperately and squeezing her legs together, Jennie’s antics finally attracted Kala’s attention. Seeing the look of trepidation on Jennie’s face as she peered at the darkened stall, Kala went over and took the girl’s hand. She walked her back there, using the flashlight on her phone to light up the area so Jennie could see that there wasn’t anything too scary.

Jennie took a few steps into the stall and yanked down her pants and panties. Just as started to squat, a torrent of pee gushed from her, creating a puddle which quickly soaked into the ground. Normally, Jennie would have been mortified about peeing in front of someone, but since Kala had seen her naked so many times, and because she was so desperate to pee, she didn’t care. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked around for something to wipe herself with, but could find nothing.

“There’s no toilet paper,” Kala explained with a shrug. “We’ll take care of it later.”

Jennie stood up, pulled her panties and pants back up, and quickly ran out of the stall.

*****

Raven stared out the crack of the door as she listened to the steady drone of the cicadas. It was a clear night and she was easily able to see the three stars that made up Orion’s belt in the sky. The girls had fallen asleep hours ago, wearing hers and Kala’s jackets as makeshift blankets and using folded jeans from their backpacks as pillows. Kala had her arm around Jennie as they both slept.

As she gazed out into the darkness, Raven suddenly tensed and drew her gun when the far-off whine of a motorcycle reached her ears. The sound slowly faded away, and she relaxed, but kept the gun in her hand.

She had nothing else to do but think, and that was almost torture. Finally she turned away from the door and slid down along the wall until she was seated on the ground, facing Kala and the girls, leaning against the wall with her knees drawn up, staring at Bonnie as she slept on the dirt floor of a decrepit barn in the middle of the barren countryside. All the guilt and grief Raven had tried to bury came to the surface, first as a few tears, then as outright crying. She tried at first to stop, but unable to hold it in, just let it pour out of her.

It was her fault. All of it. She had brought Bonnie to the Burning Angels. It was because of her that Bonnie had been raped. It was because of her that the girl was sleeping on the ground, in the dirt. She used to have a nice bed, a beautiful house, a full belly, and her innocence. Now all of that was gone. And there was also the matter of a ruthless gang trying to kill them. Bonnie had trusted Raven, and she had betrayed that trust.

After a while, her eyes were dry, but Raven continued sitting there, staring at Bonnie. Some time later, Kala woke up. Being careful not to wake the girls, she came over and sat down beside Raven.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke. Then Raven said quietly, “So much has changed. I never thought anything like this could ever happen.” She let out a long sigh. “The Burning Angels have been my family since I was fifteen. We were a sisterhood. Maya was one of my best friends. I’ve known her almost ten years — and she was willing to kill me. Now she’s gone. Lucia, Zia, they’re gone too. Everything’s gone. And look at us, where we’re at…” Raven nodded her head toward the sleeping girls “…because of them.”

“You don’t regret them, do you?” Kala asked.

“No, of course not. They didn’t do anything. It’s just that, I don’t know, I sorta wish I hadn’t brought her into this.”

“It wasn’t them, or you. It was Jadis — and the other Burning Angels. Even if Jadis hadn’t done anything to them, Diamond sure would’ve.”

Raven nodded silently.

“The Burning Angels were your family,” said Kala. “Now, you have a new family.”

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Alison Wheatcroft

“What are you doing!?” I half-whispered, half-squealed at the now-nude eight-year-old in my back garden.

“I can’t sit around in wet pants!” she said, as if this should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, but you’re naked!” I retorted, slightly panicking and worrying about people seeing, even though we were in the most secluded place possible. Other than the moon, that is.

“And?”

I gave her a wide-eyed, raised-eyebrows look of incredulity. It was bad enough I was topless in front of a kid, without her not wearing a stitch of clothing either!

“It’s not as if it’s something you haven’t seen before,” Bonnie said, passing a hand from her navel to halfway down her thighs. “Besides, you have one!” She pointed at the relevant area.

“Fair point, well made, but I don’t want to show it off!” I said. “Does it not bother you that I can see your, well, bits?”

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head and sending her short, strawberry-blond ponytail bouncing around. “All girls have one, and it’s not as if we don’t know what they’re for or what they look like. I think if everyone was naked we’d have a much nicer world.”

“And much colder people,” I said. “Especially if you lived in the North. You’d freeze your tits off!”

Bonnie laughed so hard at this she grasped her belly.

“Oops!” she then said, “ I nearly peed myself! Just off to the toilet. No looking at my drawing, now!”

I watched her bare bum wink in the sunshine before disappearing inside, and decided that if she was comfortable with it, and comfortable with her own body, then I wouldn’t let it bother me – though topless was quite a push for me.

As much as I was tempted to see what she had drawn, I supposed I shouldn’t break the rules, so I got up and walked through the sunshine and looked over the back fence through the gaps in the tree trunks. Sunshine reached everywhere I could see; not even the faintest breeze was in the air. An idyllic summer’s day. I heard the toilet flush from inside the house, and slowly walked back to where our towels were spread.

When Bonnie walked through the front room, I got what she was on about. How could someone almost half my age be twice as clever about things like this? Hers was a female form, not the same as all the others but fundamentally similar. I could appreciate her small, slender figure without thinking about anything most other people would consider “rude”.

“Better?” I asked, and she nodded. “Good! I hope you like the ace drawing I’ve done for you. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done for me!”

“Okay, but you first,” she said, sitting down on my towel. I sat next to her and turned over my drawing pad. I saw the delight on her face as she took in the shapes and colours spelling out her name. She threw her arms around my middle, her cheek resting against my side.

“It’s brilliant!” she said as she let me go. “I’m going to put that on my door at home – Mum will love it! How did you know I liked green and blue?”

“Oh, instinct,” I said with a smile. “What have you done for me?”

She crawled on all fours to her towel, and even though I was still trying to avoid looking between her legs, I got a brief glimpse of her smooth vagina, and even her anus. I’d looked at my own vagina in the mirror a few times, and mine was different to hers. I hadn’t looked much at my bottom though, so I couldn’t really tell if there was much difference. My curiosity was piqued, despite my earlier rationalization that this was purely innocent.

Bonnie returned with her drawing pad, and showed me what she had done. To say I was astounded was an understatement of the highest order.

She had drawn me in the act of drawing her, but in an incredibly beautiful way. She hadn’t used colours, only simple pencil, and the detail was fantastic. She had also given me slightly bushier hair and removed my glasses. The biggest difference, however, was that she had drawn me without pants on – basically, a naked sketch. Amazingly, she had even had the knowledge to give me pubic hair too.

“That is beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes scanning every single detail. “Truly, truly beautiful. You are a superb artist.” I leaned across and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m only good with pencils,” she replied, “I’m not very good with paint or colours.”

“You have an amazing talent,” I said. “I’ll keep this forever, but not on my bedroom door! My Mum would be a bit shocked!”

“Thanks, Edie,” she said, and gave me another hug. “Was I right about the hair on your, um, thing? I know my mum has it down there, but I wasn’t sure if you do.”

“I do have it,” I said, “and you were practically spot-on. I’d shave mine off so I could be smooth like you, but I’m always too nervous to do it.”

“Is it the same colour as your normal hair?” she asked, looking up at me quizzically.

“It usually is,” I replied, “though I’ve heard that with some people, the colour is different. I’ve not really ever seen anybody else’s. Mine’s definitely red, though.”

“Can…” she started, before trailing off, a sheepish look on her round face.

“Go on…” I encouraged.

“Can I, well, can I see it?”

I’d half expected her to ask this. Kids are naturally inquisitive, and given Bonnie’s very relaxed attitude towards nudity, she would obviously be keen to know how the bodies of other girls compared with hers. What else could I do but educate her?

“Of course you can, but you have to promise me one thing.”

“Not to tell anybody?”

“Not just that, you have to let me promise see what your bits look like,” I said, knowing that I was taking a massive risk. But my curiosity was just as keen as hers, and I felt as if I was finally shaking off a shroud of inhibition by letting Bonnie see all of me.

I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts, slid them down, threw them aside, and slowly spread my legs.

The world seemed to take on a quality of stillness. The air was immobile. The sun beat down relentlessly. Even the birds who usually chattered in the trees had fallen silent. Eight-year-old Bonnie looked on with rapt attention as I sat with my legs open, showing my vagina to her.

“Wow,” she whispered, and I noticed a hand move slowly towards the cleft between her own legs. “It looks different than mine. But it’s gorgeous. I like that it’s a little open – will that happen to me?”

“I honestly couldn’t tell you, sweetie,” I said, “I don’t look at it that much myself, and I’ve never seen another one. I’d guess they’re all different, the same way everyone’s hair or eyes or face is different.”

“Your hair there is the same as on your head,” she said. “Can I touch it?”

“Of course,” I said. “But be gentle; I’m a little ticklish around my pussy.”

I totally hadn’t meant to say that! What if she repeated that word in front of her mother and said she’d learned it from me? Surprisingly, however, she seemed to be more focussed on what was between my legs. I felt her small hand gently pat it a few times, and stroke it once. She drew her hand back, her top teeth gently pinching her bottom lip as her eyes remained on my vagina, drinking in every detail.

“What do you think?” I said.

“I like it,” she whispered. “It’s so delicate. Like a lovely flower. What did you call it just then?”

“I called it my pussy, but that’s a rude word for it, so it’s definitely one you can not tell your parents or friends. It can also be called a fanny — which means your bum in the United States, but your bits here. There’s ruder words for it, but those I just told you are the nicest ones.”

I closed my legs and drew them under me.

“I like ‘fanny’,” Bonnie said, “It sounds nice. I might call mine that. But only with you!” she added quickly, to reassure me. “What’s it for? My mum has told me that it’s where babies come out, but she’s not really said much more than that. My dad, he always says to ask Mum about things like that.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t told you more,” I said. “You know that boys have something different between their legs, right?”

Bonnie nodded, “I saw one when I was at the swimming baths when I was six – Dad took me in with him to get changed. I didn’t like it much.”

“Well, normally, boys put that inside a girl’s vagina to make babies,” I said, registering the look of disgust on her face. “I know, icky, right? But it’s apparently quite enjoyable, which is why people do it. Though sometimes boys like boys and girls like girls, and they play with each other’s bits. But that’s only to make one another feel good.”

“Has a boy ever put his thing in you?”

“Nope, not yet. I was quite a bit unpopular at school, and the boys didn’t like me much.”

“What about girls?”

“The other girls didn’t like me much either. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know I liked girls this way until about half an hour ago, when I saw how beautiful you looked in just your pants. I’ve only got one real friend who’s a girl, but I like her as a friend. Not as anything more.”

“Have you ever touched yours?” The eight-year-old asked me. “Because I touched mine a week ago and I liked it a lot, but I’ve no idea if it’s naughty, or if I should be doing it. Is it normal?”

I realised that Bonnie had already begun the first stages towards masturbating. I myself had only been doing it for a year at most. My disinterest in boys, who appeared to be the main priority for other girls in my year, had led to a reluctance to explore anything sexual. It had been by accident, while in the bath, that I’d discovered how nice it felt to touch myself.

“It’s perfectly normal,” I reassured her, placing my hand on her shoulder. “You’re just doing it a lot earlier than most girls do.”

She nodded, and gave me a hug with a whispered word of thanks. It was then that I noticed her smooth white skin was drier than it should be, and very warm.

“Time for more suncream, I think,” I said, “only this time I think we can sunbathe fully nude. Definitely no tan lines today!”

She giggled and scrambled off to grab the bottle. She turned and threw it to me, and I began applying it to myself carefully, not caring about decorum as I covered my legs and, for the first time in my life, applying the suncream to my genitals. I wasn’t worried about putting more on Bonnie right away – I figured that the lingering protection from my earlier application should keep her safe for another minute.

“I need you to do my back, Bonnie,” I said, and the little girl happily obliged. She then passed me the bottle back.

“Aren’t you going to put any on?” I asked quizzically, “You’ll burn if you don’t, and we’ll both be in trouble!”

“Okay,” she said, “but I want you to do it for me. Everywhere.”

This morning had just gotten a whole lot weirder. Way, way weirder. I could hardly say no, seeing as how she was beginning to look to me as a font of adult knowledge.

“Okay, lie on your front,” I said, and she laid on her towel. She spread her legs a little, whether to show off her vagina — of which she seemed not just intrigued, but proud — or to make sure I could cover her thighs. I would never know for sure. Either way, it was a truly divine, beautiful sight.

I began by gently rubbing the cream into her back, shoulders and neck before moving on to her arms. I then started at her ankles and made sure her legs were fully covered before finally rubbing some over her soft buttocks.

“On your back, sweetie,” I said, and she obeyed in a pliant, unchallenging manner. I covered the tops of her legs that I hadn’t managed while she was on her front. I then dabbed gently around her face, which would be the most vulnerable to the sun. Her chest came next, and as I passed over the tiny pink bumps that would one day be nipples, I had an urge to squeeze one.

“Okay, done,” I said, putting the cap on the bottle and making to toss it aside, when Bonnie shook her head. “Have I forgotten something?”

The naked eight-year-old then bent her knees, spread her legs, and exposed a pale, smooth, narrow little slit not three feet from me.

“You put some on your pussy,” she said. “Now I want you to rub some on mine. I trust you.”

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa woke early the next morning. Although the sun was still below the horizon, its light bathed the room in a pale glow. She looked over at Charlie, who was sleeping soundly, and watched her for several minutes. Lisa was beginning to feel very protective of this young girl. She knew she needed to find her a place with her family where she could be safe and loved. Lisa then felt a pang of fear at the thought of losing her. Charlie had just come into her life, and in that very short time, she had become very dear to her.

Slowly she slid out of the bed, trying to not wake Charlie, and slipped into the robe that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She closed the curtains, then left the room, careful not to make any noise as she shut the door.

After making a cup of coffee for herself, Lisa went into the living room and sat on the sofa. Outside the window, the sky was brightening. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. As she sipped her coffee, Lisa thought back to their conversation from the night before, the things the girl had told her…

Charlie had said that after she ran away she lost track of time, just wandering the streets alone for several weeks. She recounted how she usually went to a soup kitchen for food, or sometimes stole things from convenience stores. At night she would slip into a homeless shelter where she tried to find a woman of the right age who could pass for her mother, and shadowed her. Charlie hoped this would fool anyone who worked there into believing that she was with her mom, and that they would not call child services. There was no way she was going back into foster care, she’d decided.

It was only a couple of days ago when the girl finally had thought of her aunt in Kamloops. Charlie could not recall the last time she’d seen her, but she knew her aunt was her mother’s older sister and vaguely remembered that she seemed to like Charlie and was nice to her. One of her mother’s possessions Charlie still had was a small leather journal that among other things contained the name, address, and phone number of her aunt. After stealing a provincial road map from the drug store, Charlie had set out for Kamloops.

Lisa spied the journal on the coffee table right where Charlie had left it the night before, following their conversation. She put down her cup and retrieved the journal, thumbing through until she found the page again with the aunt’s number. Lisa picked up her cell phone to call the woman, then found herself hesitating. She had to be certain that if she turned Charlie over to her, she would be well taken care of. And she also knew that once she dropped Charlie off with her aunt, that might be the last time she would ever see her. But did she really have any choice?

It was all too confusing. Lisa punched in the number and placed the phone to her ear. Her stomach was in knots. After a slight pause, she expected to hear the phone ringing on the other end. Instead, she was greeted by an automated voice.

“We’re sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try your call again, or dial 411 for directory assistance.”

Lisa ended the call. She was sure she had entered the number accurately. She looked at the journal again, then dialed once more ensuring that she punched in each number correctly. Again she was answered by the same disembodied voice.

Ending the call for the second time, she opened up a browser on her laptop and accessed Canada411. Lisa typed in the aunt’s name and town, then tapped the enter button. The website returned zero hits. For the next several minutes Lisa tried different variations of the search parameters, including the reverse lookup feature. Still, there weren’t any hits.

Now she dialed another number. This time, after several rings, someone picked up.

“Hey, Sheryl, did I wake you?” Lisa asked cheerfully.

“What the fuck do you think?” came the grumpy reply. “It’s Saturday morning. Barely.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry, hon. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”

“It bloody well better be, or I’m gonna charge you triple.”

“You do that. Can we meet for lunch today? Say 12:30, at McAlister’s?”

“Ugh… well, okay,” Sheryl replied half-heartedly.

“Thanks, sweetie. I owe you.”

“Goddamn right you do. Just wait until I get you alone again,” she teasingly threatened as she hung up.

Lisa smiled at the response. Sheryl was her lawyer and a good friend. A friend with benefits, as the cool kids say. Their relationship was professional during office hours and typically platonic after hours. But occasionally, maybe eight or nine times a year, they would get together at one of their homes to kick back with a bottle of wine and a movie. The night would end with both of them naked and spent, wrapped in each other’s arms.

She put the journal and her cell phone down, picked up the coffee cup, and relaxed on the sofa contemplating her course of action. It wasn’t long after that she heard her bedroom door open, and Charlie calling for her.

“Lisa? Where are you?”

“Out here, honey, in the living room,” Lisa answered. She heard the patter of bare feet running across the laminate floor.

Charlie came around the corner into the room, but abruptly stopped at the end of the sofa. Smiling at Lisa, she held one finger up. “Gotta pee. I’ll be right back.” Then she spun on her heel and rushed off.

Lisa laughed at the sight of the cute naked girl dashing away. It warmed her heart. There was no question Lisa was falling for her. She couldn’t deny that.

But really it’s just a sexual thing, she tried to convince herself. Once she’s safe with her family, she will become nothing more than a sweet memory I will treasure forever.

You’re so full of crap, exactly who are you trying to kid? a little voice deep inside replied.

“I’m back!” Charlie announced as she leaped onto her lap causing Lisa to jump.

She’d been so lost in thought, she hadn’t heard the young girl as she bounded back into the room. Lisa was glad she’d already put the empty coffee cup on the table. Charlie threw her arms around her neck and began covering her face with kisses.

“Last night was so perfect” — kiss, kiss, kiss — “do we really have to” — kiss, kiss, kiss — “go to my aunt’s house today?” the energetic girl asked pleadingly.

Lisa took Charlie’s face in both hands and looked into those beautiful brown eyes.

“No, you little nymph. We don’t have to go today,” she replied with a chuckle. Or tomorrow, or ever, Lisa thought to herself as she peppered Charlie’s face with just as many quick little kisses in loving retaliation. Then the woman placed her arms around the naked child and kissed her mouth the way lovers do.

As they kissed, she felt a hand slipping inside her robe to cup one of her breasts. The touch felt wonderful — but Lisa realized that if she didn’t stop her young sweetheart now, she wouldn’t be able to. With the residue of last night’s passion still clinging to her body, she decided that a trip to the shower would be a more prudent course of action for them to take.

Lisa broke the kiss and gently pushed Charlie off her lap. “Come with me,” she said, taking the girl by the hand.

Arriving in the bathroom Lisa got the shower going. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she hung up her robe and stepped inside, then turned and beckoned to Charlie to join her.

Lisa watched as the girl slowly scanned her body from neck to knees, realizing that although the preteen had thoroughly explored her with mouth and hands the night before, she had never actually seen her naked before this.

“Can I wash you?” Charlie asked as she picked up the facecloth.

“Please do.” Lisa could feel butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of what might happen next.

Charlie soaped the facecloth and placed it on Lisa’s belly. Fixing her gaze on her hand, she began to gently wash Lisa, making small circles. Slowly she moved the cloth upward and to the side of Lisa’s torso, stopping at her armpit. Charlie brought the facecloth back down and under the woman’s breasts, soaping the undersides, tantalizingly close but not quite touching her erect nipples. Lisa was amazed at how sensual the 11-year-old could be. Charlie continued washing, carrying on to the opposite underarm, then eased around behind her.

Lisa stepped forward a bit, giving the girl more room to work. Charlie washed her back and then moved to her buttocks. After caressing each globe, she slid the side of her cloth-covered hand down the crack. Lisa felt Charlie lovingly wash her pussy from behind, sending tiny tendrils of pleasure snaking through her body. Her arousal mixed with the water and soap as her excitement grew, her breath coming faster. With her knees threatening to betray her, Lisa placed both hands on the shower wall for support.

After an extended and very thorough but tender scrubbing from behind, Charlie finally moved back around in front of Lisa. She rinsed out the facecloth, then knelt and wiped Lisa’s sensitive pussy clean of suds. Satisfied that all the soap was gone, Charlie dropped the cloth to the shower floor and used her thumbs to spread Lisa’s fleshy folds.

Lisa moaned. She inhaled sharply, and her breath caught as Charlie eagerly took her swollen clit into her mouth. Charlie licked and sucked at Lisa’s pearl, savoring the taste and texture as she held the woman’s ass, squeezing the cheeks.

Now Lisa was on the brink. Waves of desire raced through her body, the warm water of the shower making it that much more erotic. She took Charlie’s head in her hands, grinding her pussy into the child’s face.

Then her legs suddenly gave way and she fell to her knees, overwhelmed with passion. She cried out as the supernova inside her exploded. Lisa pulled the girl close and held on tight, burying her face in Charlie’s neck. She dared not let go for fear of collapsing on the tile floor as the powerful orgasm went on and on and on…

Lisa eventually released her death grip, much to Charlie’s relief. Still trembling, shaking with occasional aftershocks while trying to catch her breath, Lisa leaned back a bit and smiled weakly at Charlie. Then she noticed the panic on her face. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked.

“You scared me. You fell down, and you started crying,” the child croaked, almost sobbing herself.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry if I scared you. But you made me feel so wonderful. I was crying tears of joy,” Lisa reassured her. “Now how about I wash you before we run out of hot water?”

“Okay,” Charlie nodded as she got to her feet. Concern was soon replaced with contentment.

Lisa picked up the facecloth and lathered it, then quickly scrubbed the girl’s arms, legs, and back. After turning Charlie away from her, she cleaned her little bum, much the way hers had been washed a short time earlier. Then she reached between Charlie’s legs and lovingly rubbed her pussy for several seconds before dropping the cloth.

“Charlie, honey. I want you to bend over and put your hands on the wall,” Lisa instructed. The girl looked at her with a quizzical gaze, but did as she was asked.

When Charlie was in position, Lisa knelt behind her and gently massaged her small bottom with both hands, leaving many soft kisses there. Then she spread her butt cheeks apart.

Charlie yelped. Her head swiveled back as far as it would go trying to find out what Lisa was doing. She couldn’t see, but she could definitely tell that Lisa’s tongue was teasing her rosebud. Her initial shock quickly faded away as the delightful new sensation made her juices flow.

“Oh, wow… no one has ever touched me there before,” Charlie cooed.

Lisa explored Charlie’s bum a while longer with her tongue, building the girl’s pleasure. Then she stood and placed her left hand on Charlie’s lower back to hold her in position while reaching between her legs with her right hand. She rubbed the child’s pussy, pushing her fingers through the soft, warm folds. Her middle finger slipped into her core, causing Charlie to let out a long moan.

The woman eagerly fucked her young lover in the shower, making sure to hit her swollen clit with each rapid stroke. Charlie whimpered as her hips rocked in rhythm to Lisa’s touch.

Lisa kept on pleasuring her until Charlie cried out, “Lisa, please, please! Yes!” Her body jerked as she came. Lisa helped Charlie stand up again, taking her into her arms from behind. She could feel the muscles rippling underneath the girl’s skin as the orgasm continued to chase through her.

She held Charlie close, softly caressing her, kissing her neck. Neither of them spoke. Slowly Charlie turned herself around, still in Lisa’s embrace. When Lisa looked down and saw love in the young girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she felt her heart melting.

Now look at what you have done, the little voice inside her said, as the lovers gazed at one another.

“We’d better get out and get some breakfast,” Lisa finally said, breaking the long silence. The water spraying them was turning cold.

After quickly drying themselves off, Lisa put her robe back on and Charlie covered up with a towel, then they headed to the kitchen.

“Bacon and eggs?” Lisa asked

“Yummy!” Charlie grinned. “Scrambled for me, please.”

The two chatted while Lisa puttered around preparing the food. She poured them each a glass of orange juice. Soon the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of frying bacon. The toaster popped. Lisa scooped up equal portions of scrambled egg, then put three strips of bacon and two slices of toast on each of their plates. After ensuring the elements were turned off, Lisa sat across from Charlie to enjoy her breakfast.

“I was thinking,” Lisa began, after a few forkfuls of scrambled egg, “we could go into town and get you some new clothes when we’re done eating.”

“That sounds like fun,” Charlie replied while buttering a slice of toast.

“I thought you might like that. Also, we’re going to meet a friend of mine for lunch,” Lisa continued. Charlie just nodded as she ate.

After breakfast, the two washed their face and hands. Lisa took a new toothbrush from the medicine cabinet and gave it to Charlie. With their teeth brushed, they dressed and headed out the door.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Girl Lover

Jennie grinned happily as she felt the wind blowing through her hair. Kala smiled down at her, enclosed by her arms as they rode through the countryside, taking Highway 183 to Abilene.

A minute later, Raven pulled up next to them and Bonnie, sitting in front of Raven, waved to Jennie, who waved back. Kala pointed toward the side of the road. Raven nodded and the women pulled over. Bonnie and Jennie excitedly jumped down and ran to the barbwire fence that bordered the highway.

“Let’s stretch our legs here,” Kala said to Raven. They climbed off their bikes, shaking out their arms as they smiled at the girls, captivated by the wildlife standing beside the fence.

“Omigod – it’s an actual cow!” Jennie squealed, making Kala chuckle.

Bonnie pulled up some tall shoots of grass, suggesting, “Let’s feed it!” which prompted Jennie to pull up some grass herself.

Watching the girls, Raven commented to Kala, “In her parents’ eyes, and in the eyes of the law, I kidnapped her.”

“Well, that’s not the worst thing you’ve ever done,” Kala told her. “And besides, kidnapping is against someone’s will. She wanted to come.”

“Nobody’s gonna be looking for Jennie,” Raven countered, “but I’m gonna have one of those ‘Amber Alerts’ out on me. The whole fucking country will be looking for us.”

“So why the hell’d you bring her? Especially with all that shit you gave me about not bringing Jennie.”

Raven didn’t answer right away, instead watching Bonnie holding a handful of grass through the fence for the cow. “Same reason you brought Jennie. She needs me… and I need her.”

“What’re we gonna do when we get there?” Kala asked.

“I don’t know,” Raven answered, shaking her head. “Just lay low. And keep the girls right beside us.”

“Bonnie, look! She’s eating my grass!” Jennie exclaimed as the cow chomped the grass in her hand. Bonnie pushed her own fistful of grass closer in the hopes the cow would eat hers too.

After a moment, Jennie asked, “So your parents just let you come with us?”

Bonnie’s face became gloomy. “I ran away.”

Jennie’s eyes grew big, “You did?!”

“My parents found out about Raven and grounded me. They took my phone away so I couldn’t talk to her and put bars on all the windows so I couldn’t get out or anything. It was awful. I missed her so much…”

Forgetting the grass, Jennie hugged her friend, “I’m sorry.”

“Girls, c’mon! We need to get going,” Kala called. Bonnie and Jennie ran over and climbed on again, and they drove off.

*****

Just outside of Abilene, Raven and Kala pulled into the parking lot of a seemingly deserted motel and parked at the end of a long row of about fifty sports bikes. As they turned off their machines, they saw several punk women eyeing them, with dozens more milling about nearby.

Bonnie and Jennie stared in fright at the throng of strange women. Unlike Raven and Kala, they looked mean.

“Girls,” Raven firmly instructed Bonnie and Jennie, “stay here.”

Bonnie and Jennie nodded. Warily getting off the bikes, they started detaching their bags, while Raven scanned the crowd.

As Kala set one of her bags on the ground, Raven told her, “Wait here. Keep the kids outta sight if you can. I’m gonna find Ash.”

With Kala staying behind to protect the little girls, Raven wandered into the scattered punks, her eyes surveying everyone around her.

“Raven!” Raven turned towards the voice. A gruff-looking woman with an Amazonian build grinned at her, “How ya been?”

“Good,” Raven replied. “You seen Ash?”

The woman pointed to another group and Raven walked over, nodding to whomever greeted her until she found a medium-height woman with the left side of her head shaved and sporting an intricate tattoo with the rest of her hair swept over the right side. Raven drew her away from the others, and said, “Hey Ash, I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Raven began walking towards the motel office, explaining, “Me and Kala have to sneak something into our room, and I need you to help cover us.”

“Must be too big to put inside a bag.”

“You could say that.”

They stepped into the lobby. After briefly studying the floor plan, Raven told the clerk, “I want room 130, over there in the corner.” Raven paid for the room, and they walked out.

“So, what the hell are you trying to sneak in?” Ash jokingly inquired.

Raven stopped and looked at the other woman. “You and I’ve known each other a long time,” her eyes swept over the crowd in the parking lot, “and you’re the only one I trust here. I need you to keep your mouth shut about this.”

Ash stopped smiling. “Sure, what is it?”

“Over by our bikes.” Raven continued walking that direction.

“Hey, Kala!” Ash greeted her, as she and Raven approached.

When Ash came closer, she saw the two young girls huddling behnd Kala. Her eyes widened. “Sooo, this is what you want to sneak in.” Turning to Raven, Ash said scornfully, “This ain’t no babysitting club. It’s a business. Why’d you bring kids?”

“Had to.”

“What’re you gonna do with ‘em tomorrow morning when we’re rolling?”

“Can’t we leave ‘em here?”

“No way. Right after the job, we’re heading to Weatherford, outside of Fort Worth.”

Raven frowned and looked at Kala, then at the girls who were staring back at her, wide-eyed. “Let’s get ‘em inside now before anyone else sees ‘em.”

They walked quickly into the room, keeping Bonnie and Jennie out of sight until they got inside. Raven locked the door, then asked, “So, what are our options?”

Ash narrowed her eyes at Raven, “If you bring ‘em, they’re gonna be in the way, and Jadis ain’t gonna like it.”

“I know. We’ll figure something out.”

“Well, you better, ‘cause tomorrow at nine we’re hittin’ Bank of America on South 27th. Now,” she looked at Bonnie and Jennie, “how’re you gonna keep the others off these two?”

“Well… that’s what I wanted to ask you,” said Raven. “If you could help us.”

“We need all the help we can get, Ash,” Kala interjected.

“I don’t know,” Ash sighed. “I’ll back you up, but… it’s just us three against all of them.” Shaking her head, she said, “There’s gonna be trouble.”

She went to the door, but before opening it, stopped and said, “Some of us are going to the If Club now. Ya wanna come?”

“Nah, we’ll just stay here with the girls.”

“Okay. Meeting’s tomorrow morning at eight.” She opened the door and left.

Raven sat down on the bed, looking solemnly across the room. Bonnie walked over to her, “Doesn’t she like us?”

“She likes you. It’s just that…” Raven looked up at Kala as the roar of motorcycles filled the air.

“She’s worried,” Kala said. “She’s afraid of those other women out there.”

“So am I,” said Jennie, shivering.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. Here,” Raven handed Bonnie the TV remote. “Kala, I’m gonna see who all is here, and then find something for us to eat.”

Raven went out. While Kala unpacked one of her bags, the kids flipped through the channels, trying to find a cartoon.

An hour later, Raven returned with Chinese food. After she handed Jennie and Bonnie each a plate, she came over to Kala, speaking quietly so the girls wouldn’t hear.

“I found out what group we’re in tomorrow. It’s us, Jadis, Diamond, Maya, Lucia, Rayne, Zia, and Ash. After we hit the Bank of America in Abilene, we’re gonna head to Fort Worth and hit two banks there the next day before going south. Jadis told me Bank of America should be a big score because the payroll will be delivered right before we get there.”

“So, what about…?” Kala asked, nodding toward the kids.

Raven slowly shook her head. “I really don’t know. This is why I didn’t want to bring ‘em along.”

Kala looked at Jennie watching TV, laughing at cartoons, and sighed, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”

As Bonnie and Jennie were eating their noodles and watching SpongeBob, Bonnie happened to glance at the bedside clock. It said 3:37. Her eyes loomed huge. “Jennie, it’s after three o’clock!”

“So?”

“School got out at 2:45. My mom’ll be freakin’ out cuz I wasn’t there. She’s gonna think somebody kidnapped me!”

Jennie stared at Bonnie, “What’re you gonna do?”

Bonnie thought for a while, then said, “Nothing. They didn’t care about me when they found out about Raven. They didn’t care at all. Saying she was sick and bad and that she was trying to hurt me and stuff. They actually called the police!” Bonnie frowned, “No… I’m not gonna call them or anything. They didn’t love me.”

The hours passed by. Eventually, Bonnie and Jennie grew tired of watching TV, so Jennie played with her Barbie motorcycle while Bonnie tried braiding Raven’s hair. After she finished that, she leaned back against Raven with the woman’s arms wrapped around her, and read Meg and the Ghost of Hidden Springs. Having been separated from one another for the last three days, they relished every minute of being together again.

Kala took Jennie’s soft cast off and helped Jennie move her arm. “Does it hurt?” she asked.

“No.”

“Can you lift your backpack with it?”

Jennie tentatively picked it up.

“Good. Now try lifting it ten times, okay? You need to exercise your arm since you haven’t moved it much in so long.”

While Jennie did her exercises, Bonnie was being distracted by Raven’s hands… slowly roaming about over her body… along her arms and legs, across her chest, then down inside her pants…

“Raven!” Bonnie cried out.

Jennie looked over. “What’s she doing?”

“Trying to stick her finger in my missy,” said Bonnie.

“EEWWW!” Jennie exclaimed, wrinkling her nose, which caused Kala to laugh.

“Well, I missed you,” Raven said, as she kissed the top of Bonnie’s head.

The nine-year-old leaned back and looked up at Raven. “I know, I missed you too.”

Raven bent down and lightly kissed the child’s mouth. Bonnie reached her arms up around Raven’s head as they pressed their lips together.

“Jennie?”

The other girl jerked slightly, awakened from her trance-like staring at Bonnie and Raven, and turned to Kala.

“How many have you done?”

Jennie thought about it. “Um, I think five.”

“Okay, do five more,” Kala encouraged.

As Jennie continued lifting the backpack, Bonnie snuggled up against Raven and resumed reading her book.

Later that evening, Kala announced, “Jennie, it’s after ten o’clock. You need to take a bath and go to bed.”

Jennie looked from the TV show she was watching with Bonnie, and said, “Bonnie’s not taking a bath.”

“Bonnie’s not my responsibility,” Kala told her. “But we’re getting up at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, so you need to get to bed early.”

“Awww…” Jennie groaned as she got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Kala went with her and helped her undress while the hot water was running, then took off her own clothes. Once the tub was full, Jennie stepped inside it and sat down, followed by Kala, sitting behind her.

As Jennie soaped up her front, Kala washed the girl’s back. After her back was done, Kala rubbed her fingers along Jennie’s soapy belly. Jennie giggled and squirmed, “That tickles!”

Kala drew Jennie back against her, tenderly kissing her head. The water felt so warm and relaxing, she didn’t want to get out just yet. She grazed her fingers up and down along Jennie’s chest and belly.

“Kala?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Can we do that thing again?”

“What thing?” Kala murmured lazily.

“You know… where I’m a baby… and, um, you’re feeding me.”

Kala’s eyes opened in surprise, peering at Jennie, who was looking up at her in return. The woman grinned at her, “You want to? Now? Here?”

Jennie felt her face getting red as she smiled nervously, “Well, I don’t want them to see me,” meaning Raven and Bonnie.

Chuckling, Kala nodded, “Okay, uh, swing your legs around so you’re sitting sideways across my lap.”

Jennie spun a quarter turn, lifting her legs over the wall of the tub. Kala cradled the child’s head, guiding her mouth towards her breast. Jennie opened her mouth and latched onto the nipple, sucking on it like a straw as Kala stroked her cheek lovingly.

Kala still didn’t understand why this appealed to her as much as it did, and not just in a sexual way either. It was unlike her to enjoy being so… motherly. But for some reason, she liked it, a lot. Jennie had changed her in so many ways, and this was simply one of them.

As Jennie nursed, Kala’s hand drifted down between the girl’s legs, her finger slowly rubbing in a circle, then down into her puffy slit. Jennie opened her legs, spreading them wide, and Kala’s finger carefully burrowed inside, as far as Jennie’s hymen would allow.

Gently sliding her finger in and out, back and forth, Kala could see the effect this was having on Jennie, who’d begun wiggling around in the tub, accidentally biting her nipple from time to time as she sucked. The little girl was breathing hard and whimpering too, quietly at first, but soon louder and louder until her eyes squeezed shut and she let out a long, drawn-out moan. Then she fell against Kala’s chest, out of breath. As Jennie rested, Kala stroked her cheek as she too closed her eyes and relaxed.

*****

KNOCK – KNOCK

Kala awoke, looking at the bathroom door.

“Hey Kala!” came Raven’s voice. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there an hour!”

“You’re shitting me!”

“No! Get your ass out!”

Kala looked at Jennie, who was asleep on her chest, a tendril of drool hanging from her mouth. “Jennie…?” She patted her cheek. “Jennie, wake up.”

The child mumbled something Kala couldn’t catch. Kala carefully picked her up and stepped out of the tub, setting her down.

Upon feeling the cold floor on her bare wet feet, Jennie’s eyes flew open and she squealed, “EEEE…” making Kala laugh. She grabbed a towel and dried both of them off as Jennie’s eyelids started to droop again. After wrapping the soft cast around Jennie’s forearm, Kala took the sleeping girl in her arms and carried her out to the bed.

“What were ya’ll doing in there for so long?” Raven asked.

Ignoring the question, Kala laid Jennie on the bed, then got in beside her, pulling the blanket over them as Raven and Bonnie went into the bathroom together. With her arm across Jennie’s chest, Kala snuggled up to her.

Kala could hear the water running, filling the tub, then it was quiet for a while. She was about to fall asleep when Raven’s voice sounded from the bathroom, “Stick it in deeper.” Kala opened her eyes and turned her head toward the bathroom.

There was silence for a minute or so, then Bonnie’s muffled voice, saying something Kala couldn’t catch, followed by Raven, urging, “Do it on me.” Bonnie said something else, then Raven stated, “It’ll wash off. Go ahead and pee on me.”

Kala rolled her eyes, muttering quietly, “Sick fucks.”

Half an hour later, the woman and the little girl came out of the bathroom and jumped into bed, pulling the blanket over themselves. With their legs intertwined, Bonnie nestled her head against Raven’s chest as Raven held her.

*****

BEEEP…BEEEP…BEEEP…

Raven reached over and turned off the alarm. Bonnie was still asleep. Raven had already been wide awake for an hour, partly from the serene bliss of waking up with Bonnie, and partly from the dread of what was going to happen when the others found out about the girls.

Turning back over on her side, Raven watched Bonnie sleep and marveled at how beautiful she looked. Then she said, “Kala, you awake?”

“Yeah. But I didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. Jennie’s still asleep.”

“I know. So’s Bonnie.”

They lay there for a few more minutes until finally they had to get up. After quickly getting dressed, Raven heated up some leftover Chinese food in the microwave for their breakfast, while Kala went over to her luggage bag and pulled out her Glocks with their holsters.

Kala turned to Raven, “What are we going to tell them?”

“Who? The girls, or the Burning Angels?”

“Both.”

Raven, with a mouthful of rice and orange chicken, chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last hour, and I still don’t know. It’s why I’ve been wondering what it would be like to leave for good.”

“You know we can’t ever do that.”

Raven sighed, “Might as well get the girls going.”

She went over to Bonnie and pulled her to a sitting position, “Bonnie, time to get up now.”

Bonnie yawned, rubbing her eyes. As she slowly opened them, they suddenly flew open wide, “Raven, what’re you doing in my room?!” then, as she looked around, “Oh yeah! I’m not at home anymore.”

Raven went to Jennie and sat her up too, “Jennie, wake up.” She divided up the last of the reheated food into bowls which she handed them, “Here’s breakfast.”

“Chinese again?!” Bonnie protested.

“Yes, again,” Raven answered gruffly, then finished pulling on her leathers.

While the kids ate, Raven and Kala strapped on their holsters and sheathed their pistols. Jennie and Bonnie watched closely, concerned looks on their faces. “Raven…” Bonnie began.

“I’ll explain it to you later. Right now, you and Jennie wait here while we go outside and talk with the women out there. Here, watch TV.” She tossed the remote on the bed.

As Raven unlocked the door, Kala turned to the girls, “Stay inside! Do NOT open the door or look out the window, okay!”

Bonnie and Jennie nodded solemnly, then Raven and Kala left the room.

Outside, everyone in the parking lot was divided into five groups, nine to ten per cluster. Kala and Raven headed toward a group on the far side… with Bonnie and Jennie peeking out through the window curtains at them.

Raven and Kala disappeared into a group, and Jennie asked, “Where’d they go?”

“They’re behind some people,” said Bonnie. “I can still see Kala, but not Raven.”

“What are they doing?”

“I don’t know, but they have guns.”

“Are they going to shoot somebody?”

“I can’t seem them now!” Bonnie exclaimed worriedly. As the girls watched, several of the punk women got on their bikes and rode off.

Jennie was becoming agitated. More women were starting up and riding away. “They’re not going to leave us, are they?!”

She headed for the door as Bonnie told her, “They told us to stay here!”

“But what if they forget us and leave?!”

Bonnie didn’t have an answer for that, and as she kept seeing more and more people leave, she was having doubts too. Jennie opened the door partway, peeking her head out, then watching the bikers ride off, she stepped out. Bonnie followed, looking all around for Raven and Kala.

Suddenly Jennie pointed, “There’s Raven!” She ran toward her, calling, “Raven!” but as she reached her and the woman turned around, both girls saw that it wasn’t her.

Farther away in the parking lot, Kala and Raven were looking at a diagram laid out on the gas tank of a bike, with seven other women standing in a circle around it. The leader of the gang, a hard-looking older woman with a short grey mohawk, was outlining the plan to the others. “Okay, the usual. We hit it hard and fast. Maya?” — a surly Latina woman across from her nodded — “You cover the door. Lucia, Zia, Ash?” — each of them nodded — “Crowd control. Me and Kala will go in the vault while Raven and Diamond empty the registers.” She pointed to the diagram, “When we leave, me, Diamond, Maya and Lucia will go west and turn south on Buffalo Gap Road. The rest of you go east on South 27th. We’ll turn left on 322 and then get onto I-20 to Weatherford. Okay, you know what to do…”

“JADIS!” a loud voice interrupted her. She turned in the direction of the voice as a tall, muscular woman walked towards them, roughly pulling Bonnie and Jennie along.

“What the fuck is this?!” Jadis exclaimed.

“Caught these two snooping around. Asking for Raven and Kala,” the woman growled.

Jadis turned to look at Raven and Kala, “You know these kids?”

Kala and Raven’s eyes widened in alarm as they saw the children, who were clearly terrified. Raven’s mouth suddenly become dry, “Yeah. We, uh… brought them.”

“Why?” Jadis’ query sounded ominous and threatening.

Kala stated, “We had to. We didn’t know what to do with them.”

“Leave ‘em wherever the fuck you got ‘em!” Jadis yelled. “How you gonna do your job if you’re dragging a fucking kid around?!”

Raven narrowed her eyes at Jadis, “They won’t get in the way!”

Glaring at Bonnie and Jennie, who were on the verge of tears, Jadis snarled, “Kids always get in the way!”

Raven snarled back, “They won’t!”

“They better not!” Jadis exclaimed, before angrily pulling a cloth face mask with an image of a skull on it over her face, getting on her bike and roaring off.

The others in the group also pulled cloth skull masks over their faces, mounted their bikes while glaring at the girls, then took off out of the parking lot in a swirl of dust and exhaust.

Bonnie, in a trembling quiver, said to Raven, “What’s going on?”

“I’m scared,” Jennie wailed, her face pale with fright. “I want to go back home.”

“We can’t!” Kala told her. “Why didn’t you stay inside?!”

“W-why can’t we go back home?” asked Bonnie.

Raven said to Kala, “We don’t have time for this. We need to go. We’ll explain it to them later.”

As Raven picked Bonnie up and setting her on her bike, the girl asked, “Where are we going?!”

“Never mind!” Raven answered curtly as she climbed on behind her. Kala set Jennie on her Honda and got on behind. The women started up their bikes, pulled cloth skull masks over their faces, and took off, riding quickly to catch up with the others.

As they drove along the highway, both Raven and Kala were bothered by how the girls had found out about them and what they did. They knew they would find out sooner or later, but hadn’t wanted to think about it.

A few minutes later, all nine members of the group pulled into the parking lot on Sayles Blvd, turned off their bikes, and dismounted. Drawing their pistols, the others headed toward the front door of the bank.

Bonnie asked worriedly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Raven said, a little too harshly. Kala told them sternly, “Stay here and don’t move!” Pulling out their guns, Kala and Raven ran inside the building.

The two kids looked at each other. Jennie said, in a frightened voice, “Bonnie, they have guns. What’re they doing?”

“I… I… don’t know,” Bonnie mumbled. Why did Raven and Kala have those guns? Why were they wearing masks? It looked like they were going to rob a bank! She tried to think of another possible explanation, but couldn’t. She felt sick, as if her world was crumbling around her.

Bonnie climbed down off the bike.

“Where are you going?” Jennie asked.

“To see.”

Jennie climbed down too, and together they slowly walked up to the window. Peering in, they saw that everyone was lying down flat with three of the gang women pointing guns at them. Bonnie could see the terrified face of a young mother clutching her baby on the floor. Behind the counter, Raven was busy stuffing money inside a backpack along with one of the other women.

Suddenly, one of the men jumped up and ran for the door. A sharp, loud crack sounded and he pitched forward, shot in the back by Lucia. He collapsed to the floor in full view of the terrified girls.

With a pool of blood spreading beside the body, Jennie pulled away, hyperventilating, “B-Bonnie… she… she shot him… he’s dead!”

Bonnie could only stare in horror at the man lying on the floor and the women pointing guns at the others. Then she turned back to Raven.

At the same moment, Raven looked up from the counter and discovered Bonnie looking in through the front window right at her. For several seconds, neither moved as they stared at one another…

Kala came out of the vault, pulling on her backpack. When she caught Raven’s eyes, she followed them to the window and her face fell as had Raven’s upon seeing the girls outside, watching them. Raven could only stand there, frozen, silent, feeling desolate.

“RAVEN!!” Diamond yelled, That woke Raven up, and she quickly finished stuffing money into her backpack while Kala and Jadis ran out to the parking lot.

As she mounted her bike, Kala called, “BONNIE! JENNIE! COME ON!” but the girls didn’t move. Seconds later, the rest of the gang came pouring out of the bank. In the distance, a police siren could be heard, coming closer.

Raven stopped in front of the kids, yelling, “BONNIE!” Neither one budged. They huddled together, staring up at Raven in fright. “MOVE!” she yelled at them, growing desperate as the approaching siren grew louder.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Jadis exploded, as the motorcycles began speeding away.

“JUST LEAVE ‘EM!” another woman shouted.

Seeing that they were too scared to move, Raven grabbed both girls, one under each arm, and carried them to the parking lot. She set Jennie down on Kala’s bike, then hustled Bonnie over to hers.

A police car swerved into view, screeching to a stop. An officer opened the passenger door, crouching behind it. As Kala and Jennie started off, he aimed a shotgun at them. Raven pulled out her pistol and shot him in the shoulder. Dropping the shotgun and clutching his arm, the man ducked back inside the car.

Swinging her leg over her bike behind Bonnie, Raven roared away.

Continue on to Chapter 9