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Stranger in the Family, Chapter 7

  • Posted on July 18, 2024 at 3:29 pm

by Purple Les and JetBoy

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, Kelly visits neighbor Cheryl’s home for the first time since the accident. There, she is unable to restrain herself from coming on to Cheryl’s teen daughter Ali, then Cheryl herself. Kelly comes very close to scoring with Ali, but they get interrupted before it can happen.

Later, when her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl the opportunity to watch through an outside window as she goes down on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, and jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

Linda and her daughters were in the family car, on their way to the home of Linda’s older sister Jan for the weekend. Kelly and Gabby rode in the back seat together.

“Is this something we do a lot?” Kelly asked, taking in the passing scenery.

“Sure is,” Gabby answered as she studied her sister’s tanned legs. “We spend time with Aunt Jan, like, every summer. Don’t we, Mom?”

“Yep, that’s right, sweetie,.” Linda said, her eyes on the road. They’d already stopped for lunch on the way. Now it was mid-afternoon, and they were about thirty minutes from Jan’s home.

“We started this when you girls were little,” Linda explained, meeting Kelly’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Aunt Jan would take you for a while in the summer, so your dad and I could have some time to ourselves. You always like going there, Jan loves having you… and I really need a few days to unwind.”

A few minutes later, Linda pulled into a gas station. She got out and fueled the car while the sisters watched her from the back seat.

Kelly had a few questions to ask while their mother was out of earshot. “Do we share a room at Aunt Jan’s?”

“Nope.” Gabby answered. “We each have our own room. Aunt Jan’s place is huge. She’s got a pool and a hot tub, and she lets us stay up late as we want and sleep in the next morning. You’ll love it, Kelly. It’s the best vacation ever. We don’t have to do chores or nothing – just have fun. We can play as much as we want, or be as lazy as we want.”

Kelly eyed her sister. “I’ll still be able to lick your pussy, though… right?”

Gabby grinned. “Oh, yeah. We can sneak into each other’s rooms, once Aunt Jan goes to bed. Heck, we can even do it during the day. She’s not nosy or anything.”

“I can’t wait,” Kelly murmured, moistening her lips. “I’ll probably come to see you later tonight.”

“Cool,” Gabby whispered, feeling tingly all over.

Just then Linda got into the car. Kelly slipped a hand between Gabby’s thighs, briefly rubbing the girl through the front of her shorts, then snatching her hand back as their mother switched on the ignition, put the vehicle into gear and turned back onto the road.

Gabby scowled at her sister, then giggled when she saw the perfectly innocent expression on Kelly’s face.

***

As they finally approached Aunt Jan’s home, Kelly was impressed by the size of the houses, each located in a spacious yard with a rolling green lawn.

When Linda pulled into a wide driveway and parked the car, Gabby cried, “Yay! We’re here!” jumped out of the car and raced toward the front door. She rang the bell four or five times, and when a laughing Jan opened the door, threw both arms around her aunt’s waist.

Someone’s happy to be here,” Linda said, but with a smile. “Kelly, can you bring Gabby’s overnight bag along with yours?”

“Sure, Mother.” They made their way to the entrance, where Jan was still hugging Gabby.

“Hiya, big sister!” Linda exclaimed. She kissed Jan’s cheek.

“Hiya yourself,” Jan replied. Her gaze shifted to Kelly, who was holding a bag in each hand. “Good to see you, Kelly.”

“Hi, Aunt Jan.” Kelly said, remembering how she’d come on to her aunt the last couple of times they met. She let the woman see her naked, masturbated in her presence, even took her panties off and gave them to Jan.

She looks even better than I remember, Kelly decided. The impulse was there to let her feelings show, to give her aunt one of those lustful looks that always seemed to unnerve women at the grocery store or the mall.

Instead, she tried to seem a bit bashful. Make her think you’ve changed, and you aren’t having dirty thoughts about her anymore. Then, once Mom is gone…

“Say, Gabby,” Aunt Jan said, turning to the nine-year-old, “can you show Kelly where to put the bags? After that, you should give her a tour of the place. I need to talk with your mom for a minute.”

“Sure.” Gabby said as she took her bag. “C’mon, Kel!” She led her sister from the room.

“You’re gonna love the spa, Linda,” Jan said. “I’m glad you’re doing this. To be honest, you look like you really need a break.”

“Oh, I do, I do,” Linda admitted, “I don’t know, though – it feels wrong, just leaving the girls with you while I pamper myself. I… I’m still worried about Kelly.”

“So she hasn’t recovered any of her memory?”

Linda shook her head. “Not a bit.”

“Hmmm. What about her… other unusual behavior? Is she still making those comments about wanting to see other women naked, or any other references to lesbian sex?” Jan kept her voice neutral, but her heart was throbbing. After her last trip to visit Linda and the girls, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how blatantly eleven-year-old Kelly had come on to her. Much as Jan loved her nieces, she suspected that Kelly was going to be a handful while Linda was away.

“She isn’t saying outrageous things anymore, no,” said Linda. “On the other hand….” She sighed. “Kelly is spending a lot of time with Gabby these days. Way more than she ever did before. As for Gabby – well, she always loved her big sister, but now she practically worships her.” She paused. “It’s just a gut feeling of mine… but I think the girls just might be having sex. With each other.”

Jan fought to conceal her excitement, an immediate rush of heat surging between her thighs. She was torn between hoping her sister’s suspicions were true, and praying they weren’t. “I don’t know, Linda,” she said, still maintaining her even tone. “That’s one hell of a reach.”

“I know, I know!” Linda exclaimed. “But if they are… what on earth should I do about it?”

“Have you spoken to them?”

Linda sighed again. “How the hell do I start that conversation? ‘Say, I was just wondering… are you girls fucking each other?’ Honestly, I don’t have the nerve.”

Jan sat quietly for a moment, weighing her words. Finally she spoke. “Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but… would it honestly be so bad if Kelly and Gabby were to – to explore sex with one another? It didn’t do us any harm.”

There was a long silence, only broken by the murmur of the girls’ voices from upstairs.

“Maybe you’re right,” Linda finally said, looking down at her hands. “I mean, it wasn’t easy when we gave it up… but in the end, yeah, what you and I had was good.” She gave a shaky laugh. “Brought us closer together.”

Closer than close,” Jan added.

Linda looked up at her sister. “There’s something I want to ask you, Jan. If I told you that I wanted us to make love again, how would you feel about that?”

Jan placed her hand on Linda’s knee. “I’d like to. Very much.”

“Good,” said Linda. “I’m glad to know that someone still wants me.” Bringing Jan’s hand to her lips, she gave it a tender kiss. “I’m still dealing with losing Walt, so I’m not ready to be intimate with anyone just yet. But once I’ve healed up a little more, I’d like to be… close to you again. The way we were back then.”

Jan stared at Linda, her heart thumping wildly. For years, she’d dreamed of this, ached for the possibility of being her sister’s lover once more.  “Just say the word. When you need me, I’ll be there.”

Gazing into Jan’s eyes, Linda felt as if she’d been stripped naked on the spot. A familiar warmth began to pulse and throb between her legs. “You know… maybe I ought to pass on this silly spa weekend and stay here.”

For an instant, Jan was on the verge of agreeing – but then she shook her head. “No, no. Let’s not rush this. You need that healing time, kiddo. Besides,” she lowered her voice, “when we do take up where we left off, I plan to fuck you in every room of the house, the garage, the back yard and the swimming pool. We don’t want the girls around for that, do we?”

“I – I guess not,” Linda stammered, feeling her cheeks get hot.

“You’re already booked for the spa – go, enjoy.” The spell now broken, Jan rose to her feet. “Will you stay for lunch?”

What Linda really wanted right then was to excuse herself, toddle off to the bathroom, and bring herself off two or three times. Instead, she said, “No… if I’m really going, I’d better go. I’ll say goodbye to the girls.” She stood, moved in the direction of the stairs. “Kelly? Gabby? I’m leaving now.”

Seconds later, the girls came bounding down the stairs. Gabby raced into her mother’s arms. “Bye, Mom,” she said. “Have a good time and get some rest, okay?”

Linda enfolded her youngest in a warm hug. “Be a good girl for Aunt Jan,” she murmured, trying to sound stern; failing to pull it off. Finally releasing Gabby, she reached out for Kelly, drawing the girl into a loving embrace.

“Kelly,” Linda said, gazing into the warm eyes of her beautiful child, “Just… just do what Aunt Jan says. And look after your sister. Okay?” She impulsively gave the girl a brief but tender kiss.

“We’ll be fine, Mother.” Kelly replied. “Don’t worry about us.”

Linda felt reassured, somehow. She hugged her daughters once more apiece, did the same to Jan, then made her exit.

Jan, Kelly and Gabby watched the car go down the street from a window, then there was a brief silence between the three of them.

Jan spoke first. “Gabby, why don’t you help Kelly unpack… then we can talk about what you girls want to do while you’re here. Do you want to have dinner delivered, or should we go out to a restaurant?”

“I know what I want to do.” Gabby announced. “First, I’d like to go for a swim in the pool. Then, I want to go to that place where they have the sundae bar. Yum!”

“Okay,” said Jan. “But shouldn’t we hear what Kelly wants to do?”

“Aw, Aunt Jan… Kelly can’t even remember what she likes.”

Jan frowned at that, and was about to reply when Kelly spoke up, “It’s okay, Aunt Jan, she’s right. I don’t know what I’d like. I’ve forgotten all that stuff. Whatever Gabby wants to do, that’s fine with me.”

“Well, Kelly,” Jan said, “You used to love when we had Chinese delivered.”

“Mmmm, yeah! I like that, too!” Gabby piped up. “Maybe we can have it tomorrow?”

Kelly shrugged. “Cualquier cosa que quieras comer, me parece bien,” she said.

Gabby rolled her eyes. “You’re speakin’ Spanish again, Kel.”

“Oops, sorry,” Kelly said, making a face. “What I said was that I’m fine with whatever you guys want.”

“Do you catch yourself going into Spanish very often?” asked Jan.

“I never notice at all,” Kelly replied. “Not till someone tells me I’m doing it.”

By then, Gabby was practically bouncing in place. “Come on, Kel – let’s go unpack now, so we can go for a swim!” she exclaimed, seizing her big sister’s hand.

“Okay, okay!” Kelly laughed.

As the girls hastened upstairs. Kelly couldn’t help but check out Gabby’s bottom, which looked really great in the snug shorts she wore. She was very much looking forward to watching her little sister undress.

Jan called out, “I’ll fix some snacks!” then retired to the kitchen.

Upstairs, Gabby unzipped Kelly’s bag and began to take things out, telling her sister which drawer to put each item in.

Kelly held up her swimsuit. “What drawer for this?”

Gabby rolled her eyes. “Don’t put that away, goofball! We’re going swimming, remember?”

“Um… do I even swim?”

Sure you do. Heck, you taught me how!” Gabby replied. “Now put your suit on while I go unpack and change.”

“Hey, Gabby… don’t you want to watch me get undressed?” Kelly asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

Gabby was caught off guard by the question. “What about Aunt Jan?” she asked, glancing toward the open door.

“Oh, you want her to watch me change?”

Now blushing, Gabby impatiently stamped her foot, “No, silly! I mean we might get caught.”

“You’re the silly one,” Kelly reasoned. “We’re just getting changed into our bathing suits! Why would she care if we undress in the same room?”

“Guess you’re right. And we get to see each other bare naked again, like this morning!”

“We sure do,” Kelly said, putting her suit on the bed. “That was fun, wasn’t it? Me, you and Pam, with all our clothes off.”

Drifting over to where her sister stood, Kelly gave her little sister an ardent kiss. As their tongues gently mingled, Kelly allowed her hands to drift down until they were cupping Gabby’s bottom.

They finally parted. “I love kissing you,” Gabby said. “And when you lick me… wow, that’s the best!” She giggled. “It was so cool seeing you do that to Pam. I never saw her come like that!”

“C’mere,” Kelly said. She dragged the desk chair into the center of the room, then patted the seat. “Sit down.”

Enthralled by the hunger she saw in her big sister’s eyes, Gabby quickly obeyed, heart racing as she watched Kelly kick off her sneakers, then bend down to remove her socks.

For the second time that day, Gabby watched her sibling undress. She placed a hand on her vulva, clamping it tightly between the thighs to afford herself a measure of relief while Kelly took off her t-shirt, then her shorts, tossing them on the bed.

Kelly stood before Gabby in her white training bra and flowered cotton panties, basking in her little sister’s adoration for a little while.

Gabby waited for Kelly to continue, then finally said, “What about the rest? C’mon, Kelly… let me see all of you. Please?”

God, this makes me crazy hot! Kelly marveled. I love being naked for Gabby. And Pam. Cheryl and Ali. Aunt Jan. Their eyes on me, wanting me, wanting to fuck. And maybe… maybe one day Mom will look at me like that. She shivered.

But that was something to think about later. Right then, Gabby was there, waiting for her to undress.

Shrugging out of her bra, Kelly laid it on the bed next to her clothes, then did the same with her panties. Facing her sister, she spread both arms slightly, as if presenting her nudity to the dazed nine-year-old.

“You’re so beautiful, Kelly,” Gabby whispered. “I – I’d do anything to be as pretty as you.”

That made Kelly smile. “Don’t sell yourself short, little sister. You’re gonna be a knockout in a few years… but I already think you’re way sexy.” She drew close, then bent down to claim Gabby’s mouth in a heated, forceful kiss that left the little girl gasping when Kelly abruptly broke away.

Idly picking up her swimsuit, Kelly said, “Come on, then… let’s get you unpacked now.”

Gabby rose on trembling legs. “Aren’t you gonna… put your suit on?”

“Oh, I’m in no hurry.” Draping the one-piece suit over her shoulder. Kelly padded into the hallway. Staring longingly at her sister’s bare bottom, Gabby hastened to follow.

Kelly perched on the edge of the bed in Gabby’s room, her legs spread apart. “Go on, put your stuff away,” she said.

Unpacking took Gabby longer than it normally would, mostly because she couldn’t stop stealing glances at her naked sister – especially the rosy cleft of Kelly’s sex, which seemed to get prettier every time Gabby saw it. For the first time, she wondered what it would taste like.

Once she’d stored the last bit of clothing in the old oak dresser, Gabby turned to her sister, took a deep breath and began to undress, very conscious of Kelly’s gaze. With every item she removed, she grew more and more excited, giggling with delight as she pushed her panties down and stood completely nude before her big sister.

Standing up, slowly advancing closer, Kelly suddenly scooped the girl up and tossed her onto the bed. A surprised Gabby squealed – then fell silent, eyes widening at the feral expression on her sister’s face as Kelly crawled between her outstretched legs.

“Omigosh,” Gabby mumbled when Kelly bent down to nuzzle her smooth slit. When she felt the caress of her sister’s tongue, the ecstatic nine-year-old surrendered to ecstasy.

She was so keyed up that it only took a few licks to make her come. Gabby’s thin body arched up from the bed as her pleasure reached a peak, then she sank back with a blissful sigh.

Seated next to the panting child, Kelly gave Gabby a moment to rest. She was sorely tempted to finger herself to orgasm, but decided to hold off. If this day goes the way I want, It’ll be Aunt Jan who’s making me come, she thought.

Kelly bent to kiss her sister’s mouth, then murmured, “Okay, Gabs… let’s put our suits on.” She gently eased the younger girl into a seated position. “C’mon, it’s time to swim!”

“Whoa, now I need a nap,” Gabby said, but she obligingly rose, stretching herself. “I love you, Kelly.”

“Love you too, sis.” Kelly was wriggling into her swimsuit. “Wow, this is tight.”

“Yeah – mine too!” Gabby said as she climbed into hers. “They’re from last summer. I guess we’re growing up fast, huh?”

The thin material of Gabby’s one-piece gave the child a very distinct camel toe. As for Kelly’s suit, it rode up high in the back, putting quite a lot of her bottom on display.

When the girls came downstairs, Jan got a good look, then tried not to stare. Fuck, they may as well be naked, she thought – well aware that Kelly, at least, might choose to skinny-dip at any moment.

“Whee!” Gabby cried. “Let’s go!” Racing onto the patio, she did a cannonball into the pool. Kelly followed, but paused to watch her little sister swim, giving Jan an amazing view of her ass.

Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to survive these next few days, Jan thought, setting a platter of various snacks and a pitcher of iced tea on the bistro table. Beneath a light blue dressing gown, she was wearing her skimpiest bikini – a mistake, probably, but the urge to impress her nieces had been too tempting to resist.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Gabby cried.

“Sure, we’ll be right in.” Jan said, then paused in mid-motion. “Gabby!” she called. “Come back out for a minute. You need sunscreen.” She turned to Kelly. “You too, young lady,” she added, fetching the tube of Neutrogena from a nearby shelf. “Your mom will skin me alive if I let you girls get burnt.”

Making a face, Gabby swam over to the nearby ladder and climbed out of the pool, water dripping from her glistening body. “Can you put it on for me, Aunt Jan?”

“Me too!” Kelly echoed.

Great, Jan told herself. Exactly what I should NOT be doing right now: touching the girls while they’re in these too-tight suits. But it would seem weird if I said no. Besides, I don’t want to! 

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Jan squirted a dollop of sunblock into her hand, then began to apply the creamy liquid to Gabby’s shoulders and arms. Kelly watched with great interest, enjoying the sight of Aunt Jan touching her little sister’s body.

Now Jan was down on her knees, rubbing sunblock on her niece’s legs, telling herself, She’s only nine. She’s only nine. My God, she’s exquisite.

“There, all done,” she finally said, resisting an impulse to give the girl’s bottom a playful slap.

Gabby instantly leapt back into the pool, and Kelly drew closer. “My turn, huh?” Giving her aunt a dazzling smile, she presented her back.

“I guess so,” Jan mumbled, squirting more sunblock into her hand. She slathered it onto Kelly’s upper back, moved to her shoulders, then rubbed some into each arm in turn.

“Put a lot on my legs, Aunt Jan,” Kelly purred. “I always get sunburned there.”

Damn it all… she’s playing me like a cheap fiddle. Hunkering down, Jan coated her hands with the cool lotion and applied it to those luscious legs. Up and down, pausing to anoint the girl’s feet, then gliding up to her thighs. She worked the sunblock into the amazingly soft skin, then sat back. “Okay, you’re done.”

“Wait,” Kelly protested. “What about the rest of me?” She placed both hands on her buttocks, left partially exposed by her too-snug swimsuit.

“Um… wouldn’t you rather do that part yourself?” Jan replied, realizing the foolishness of those words as they passed her lips.

Kelly peered over her shoulder, giving her aunt a look that positively smoldered with lust. “I’d rather it be you, Aunt Jan.”

Staring at her niece’s flawless ass, Jan resigned herself to the inevitable. Fine, then, she decided. We both know what’s going on here. And if I’m doing this, I’ll goddamn well enjoy it.

Touching Kelly’s hip, Jan said, “Turn to face me.”

The girl seemed puzzled, but obeyed, then Jan reached round to cup Kelly’s bottom in both hands, slipping her fingers beneath the material of the swimsuit.

“Ohhhh,” Kelly moaned, letting her head loll back as Aunt Jan fondled her ass. She waited to feel a finger tease her cunt, or maybe slide into her butthole.

It didn’t happen, though. Those lovely hands were gliding all over and around Kelly’s buttocks, but they never went where the girl most longed for them to go. Guess she’s still too nervous.

In fact, much as Jan longed to fuck her niece, she was still determined not to. Which didn’t mean she couldn’t have a bit of fun with the girl, paying her back for all the head games she’d been playing of late. Time for Little Miss Cunt Tease to get a dose of her own medicine.

Once she’d thoroughly groped Kelly’s ass, Jan casually withdrew her hands. “Okay, now you’re done.”

Kelly was wearing a pout when Jan got to her feet, but then something in the distance caught her attention. “Oh, wow,” she said. “That looks like fun.”

Jan turned to look, breaking into a grin at what she saw. Gabby was clinging to the edge of the pool, her groin pressed against the water jet down below.

“Aunt Jan?” Kelly said, her voice gone quiet. “Has Gabby ever done that before?”

“Oh, yes. She first did it the summer before last, I think.” Shrugging out of her dressing down, she draped it over a nearby chair.

“Um… did I do it too?”

Picking up the tube of sunscreen, Jan squeezed some into her palm. “Try it out. See if it feels familiar.” With a wink, she began to apply the lotion to her own body.

Pausing to watch, Kelly admired her aunt’s nicely toned body, showcased to impressive effect by the skimpy bikini Jan wore. God, that bathing suit is so tiny! Now if I can just figure out some way to get her out of it… 

Tossing the sunscreen onto the bistro table, Jan sauntered over to the deep end of the pool. Kelly couldn’t help but notice the way her aunt’s ass jiggled as she moved.

Stepping onto the diving board, Jan executed a flawless dive, then swam underwater to the shallow end. She lifted her head above the surface, then cast off the excess water with a single graceful sweep of the head.

Kelly was all but hypnotized by her aunt’s beauty, so it startled her when Gabby yelled, “Hey! Watch this!” She glanced back in time to see Gabby do a graceful swan dive.

As Jan swam back to the deep end, Kelly made her way over to the shallow part and seated herself on the top stair, the water up to her knees.

Gabby was swimming toward her. “Hey, what the heck? Are you just gonna sit there? C’mon – get all the way in, swim with me!”

When her little sister was close, Kelly reached down to pull the crotch of her suit to one side, exposing herself.

Now Gabby was staring at her older sister’s pussy, absently licking her lips.

“Kiss it,” Kelly said.

Slowly moving closer, the blushing nine-year-old pulled herself up far enough to plant a brief peck on Kelly’s sex, then lowered herself back into the pool and swam away while Kelly adjusted her suit.

Moments later, Jan splashed up next to Gabby. “Having fun?”

“Um, yeah!” Gabby replied. “I’m a little tired, though. Think I’m gonna get a snack and rest for a minute.”

Jan and Kelly were watching Gabby as the dripping girl emerged from the pool, both of them paying special attention to her cute little bottom. She grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulders, then padded over to the table, where she sampled tidbits from the snack tray.

Moving over to where Kelly was still sitting, Jan said, “I saw that, you know.”

“Saw what?” Kelly asked innocently.

Jan replied, “What you got your sister to do.”

“Oh, you mean this,” Kelly said, and she tugged her suit crotch aside to reveal her bare sex. “I told Gabby to kiss it. So she did.” She looked up at her aunt. “Will you kiss it, too?”

It was hard to tell which of the two of them was more surprised by what happened next. Burying her face between her niece’s thighs, Jan ran her tongue up and Kelly’s slit a few times, then dropped back into the water, her heart racing like mad.

Gaping at her aunt in a mixture of astonishment and arousal, Kelly put her suit back in place and dove into the pool, swimming toward the water jet. Her body was on fire, aching for release.

When Kelly reached her destination, she grasped the pool’s edge, then pressed her groin against the rushing water.

Jan was perched on the pool ladder, watching the girl pleasure herself. Before a full minute had passed, she saw Kelly tremble, her niece’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as she came. Glancing over her shoulder, Jan noticed that Gabby was also watching from one of the deck chairs.

Jan decided to give Kelly some space, so she climbed out of the pool, dried off, then sat down in the deck chair next to Gabby’s. Kelly joined them a few minutes later. Nibbling on the snacks, they made idle chat, deliberately saying nothing about what had just happened.

After a while, Jan asked the girls if they wanted to use the hot tub. Gabby liked the idea, while Kelly said, “I’m gonna shower and put some clothes on. Do we need to dress up for the restaurant, or can I wear what I had on?”

“What you had on will be fine,” Jan answered.

“Cool! Well, I’ll see you guys later,” Kelly said. Both Gabby and Jan watched Kelly as she walked away, admiring her body in the tight one-piece.

“Well. come on, kiddo,” said Jan. patting Gabby’s arm. “Let’s hit the hot tub.”

Moments later, they were blissfully relaxing in the steaming water.

Jan finally spoke. “Gabby? How are things with Kelly?” Seeing the questioning look on Gabby’s face, she added, “Since she came out of her coma, I mean. Is it harder for you to get along with her? Is she good to you, or does she ever make you feel uncomfortable?”

“I think she’s great,” Gabby said. “I mean, it’s weird how she can’t remember how things were, and she can’t remember all the people she used to know. But I… I kinda like that now, Kelly needs me more. She’s nicer to me, too – not so bossy. And we spend lots more time together than we used to.”

“Hmmm… that sounds like a good thing. Have you done things together that you hadn’t before?”

“Um, I don’t know,” Gabby said, suddenly unable to meet Jan’s steady gaze. “Uh, like what?”

Jan studied the nine-year-old, observing her reaction. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, trying to seem casual about asking. “Any new experiences that you two are sharing. I’m just curious about how things might have changed between you and Kelly.”

Gabby appeared to be very interested in the bubbling water. “Well, you know she started speaking Spanish, right? She’s been teaching me a little of it. I haven’t learned much, though.”

“Well, it sounds as if you’ve still got a good relationship going with Kelly. That’s what really matters.” She’s not ready to talk about it, Jan decided. It seems like she wants to, though. Maybe tomorrow.

They sat quietly for a while. Then Jan noticed Gabby’s shoulder moving slightly. Oho! she thought. The little minx is touching herself. This could get interesting

“Aunt Jan?” Gabby timidly began, then seemed to think better of it. “Um… never mind.”

“Did you need to talk to me about something, Gabby?” Jan paused for a moment, then added, “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. I’m here for you; I always will be.”

Gabby nodded, but didn’t speak. Jan simply waited. Whatever it is, she wants to tell me.

The girl’s barely perceptible movements and the slight tremor in her breath told Jan that her niece was still masturbating. Sure enough, Gabby tensed just enough to make it clear that she’d climaxed.

My God, Jan told herself. What an incredible sight.

Gabby’s eyes slowly opened. “Aunt Jan,” she said, “it’s not wrong for girls to – to do stuff together, is it?”

It was exactly what Jan had hoped to hear. “What kind of stuff?” she asked, loving the bashful look on Gabby’s face.

“Uh, stuff like kissing… or maybe looking at each other with no clothes on.”

“No, it’s not at all wrong to do those things,” Jan answered. “In fact, it’s very common for girls to kiss one another… or to want to see other girls naked.”

“What if they’re sisters?” Gabby asked, looking away again.

“As long as it’s what they both want, there’s nothing bad about it.” Jan said gently. “Do you know girls like that, or is it something you were just wondering about?”

“Oh, I just sort of wondered.”

Jan waited to hear more, but Gabby seemed to be done with the subject. So she said, “Let’s get out and dry ourselves off. Kelly must be done in the shower, so we can get cleaned up and dressed before we go out to eat.”’

Gabby’s face lit up. “Yay! Sundae bar!” Clambering out of the tub, the child seized a towel and began to vigorously dry herself.

“Slow down, Turbo Queen! That ice cream isn’t going anywhere.” Jan climbed out, then took Gabby’s towel. “Let me do that for you, sweetheart.” Kneeling behind her niece, she gently ran the soft terry cloth over the girl’s body.

“That feels nice, Aunt Jan,” Gabby declared, then added with a giggle, “I want you to dry me off all the time!”

“Oh, I’d love that!” She tousled the girl’s hair, then began to dry herself.

It didn’t escape Jan’s attention that Gabby kept sneaking peeks at her while she dried off. Is she thinking about kissing me? she wondered. Or seeing me naked? She was still wondering if it had been wise to have chosen such a sexy bikini. How would she respond if I took it off, right here and now? 

She ran the towel between her thighs, still very conscious of her niece’s interest. Looks like Linda was right – Kelly’s been teaching her little sister about sex. But how much does Gabby know? Christ, if Kelly has her way, I might end up in bed with them both!

She sighed. It’s going to be hard to keep myself out of trouble until Linda gets back. I’ve got to be good, though. Maybe I should have a moment with the vibrator before we leave.

Tossing the sodden towel to one side, Jan began to gather up the leftovers from their afternoon snack, putting everything on the large tray.

“Aunt Jan?” Gabby suddenly said. “If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to tell Mom?”

Reaching for a nearby deck chair, Jan seated herself. “Come here, sweetie.” She patted her thighs, and Gabby crawled into Jan’s lap, nestling into her aunt.

Cradling the child to her, Jan murmured, “I will always, always keep your secrets, Gabby. You can tell me anything.”

Gabby gazed up at her aunt. “My friend Pam and me, we like to kiss. Sexy kisses. We touch each other’s, um, privates, too.”

“Well, that sounds like fun.” Jan said, trying to keep her voice steady. It wasn’t easy. “How old is Pam?”

“She’s nine, like me – and yeah, it’s way fun.” Gabby was relaxed now, satisfied that her aunt was okay with this. “So Pam’s big sister taught her how to ma-masturbate… then me and Pam figured out how to do that to one another! Cool, huh?”

“Very cool. Tell me – what else have you little devils been up to?”

“Well… Sometimes, Pam gets naked with her big sister Ali. I think sometimes they still do masturbating together. She’s sixteen, and totally hot. Pam said she’d ask Ali if I could see her naked, too. That’s okay, right?”

“Sure, why not? If Pam’s sister is okay with it, then go right ahead. No one’s getting hurt.”

“Good,” the girl replied with a nod.

“Let me ask you this,” Jan said. “Do you think your mother would be upset if she knew you liked girls?”

Pursing her lips, Gabby thought about it for a moment. “Well, um… I don’t know. Maybe. What do you think?”

Jan gently kissed the nine-year-old’s cheek. “She might think you’re a little young to be kissing or touching anyone, really… but your mom wouldn’t mind if you were gay. Not even a little bit.”

“Huh… yeah, I s’pose I am gay,” Gabby murmured. She glanced up at her aunt, her brow slightly furrowed. “Aunt Jan, how do you know Mom would be okay with me and Pam?”

Jan touched the tip of the child’s nose with the tip of her finger. “Ah… I can’t tell you that, sweetie. I’d be giving away a secret – and I always keep secrets, remember?” That should give her something to think about, Jan mused.

Sure enough, Gabby’s brow furrowed as she processed her aunt’s words. Before she could ask another question, Jan placed the girl on her feet, then patted her bottom. “All right, munchkin… it’s time for us to go inside, shower off and get dressed. We’ll be leaving in about half an hour.”

“Uh… thanks for talking with me about this stuff, Aunt Jan,” said Gabby. “It really helped.” With one last bashful smile, she turned away and quietly made her way indoors.

Deciding to go in herself, Jan took the tray and the untouched pitcher of tea inside, depositing them in the kitchen before heading upstairs to her bedroom suite.

On the way, she found Kelly standing in her office, studying the full book shelves.

From where Jan stood, Kelly’s damp hair smelled like the strawberry-scented shampoo she’d bought for the girls. Kelly was wearing a Bullwinkle t-shirt with cute blue shorts, looking every inch a clean, fresh, innocent preteen. Well, two out of three, anyhow, Jan told herself.

“You write books! That’s way cool,” Kelly said, hefting one of the volumes in her left hand.

“Well, I’m afraid they’re pretty academic. Not something you’d enjoy reading,” Jan said, trying not to notice the way Kelly was looking at her.

“What are all those books?” Kelly asked, pointing at the top shelf.

“My journals,” Jan replied. “I started keeping them when I was nine.”

Standing on tiptoe and tilting her head, Kelly read the spines. After thinking for a moment, she asked, “If you were doing journals that long ago, how come these start when you’re eighteen?”

“Well, I’d left all my old journals at our parents’ home when I went off to college, sealed up in a box. One day after they were both gone, your mother was cleaning up the house and found that box, which had been water-damaged. I think a pipe had burst. Anyhow, I asked Linda to throw them out.” She moved toward the door. “I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. We’ll be leaving in about half an hour.”

Jan turned and left the room. As she padded down the hall, that familiar desire pulsed deep inside, daring her to take Kelly, give the girl everything she wanted and more. As if she’d been stripped completely bare by her niece’s gaze – body and soul.

On to Chapter Eight!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 17

  • Posted on July 14, 2024 at 3:27 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next day, Mal and Julie pay a visit to Megan, where they enjoy a lengthy afternoon of sexual abandon.

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

 

by Rachael Yukey

November 6, 2006

Once again, I didn’t write about everything I wanted to last night—it just got so late, and I needed to get some sleep. When I started keeping a diary, I never guessed I’d have so much to say!

It turns out this was something I needed in my life. And it turns out that writing about real stuff is improving my schoolwork more than my A.L. creative writing class ever did. I got a major compliment from Mrs. Linebarger on the paper I turned in last week. But anyway…

When we got back to Julie’s house from Megan’s place, Jason called my mom and told her I was ready to be picked up.

“Your mom said she’s a little rushed,” he said after he hung up, “so she’s not coming in. She wants you to be ready to go when she pulls up out front.” He looked at his watch. “Which should be soon.”

I sighed and put my coat back on. Even though Mom and I are getting along better than we have in ages, this situation between her and Dad has me wanting to spend as little time at home as possible. Heck, I’d rather be at school!

“Rats,” Julie was saying. “I wanted to show you the PA system Dad and I set up in the garage yesterday. It’s so cool, Mallory! I’m gonna mix sound for that student concert Dad’s putting on with Mr. Larson in the spring. Oh, yeah… I told you about that, didn’t I?”

I smiled a little. I was still sad about having to go home so soon, but when Julie gets excited about something it’s impossible to be grouchy in her presence. She looked like she was going to launch right through the ceiling at any second.

“Twice,” I said with a giggle, “and I already knew the first time, cause I heard him ask if you wanted to do it.”

Julie blushed and giggled. “Oops!”

God, I wanted to kiss her right then. Instead, I smiled and put a hand on her arm. “How about a quick peek now,” I said, “and you can show me for real later.”

Julie squealed, “Yeah!” and seized my hand, leading me through the house to the garage. “Check it out,” she said, switching the light on.

The first thing I saw was small black speakers set up on stands at the far end of the room. There were larger black boxes on either side on the floor… a different kind of speaker, maybe? There was a control panel with a ton of knobs on it set up on a table in the middle of the floor, facing towards the speakers.

Words tumbled from Julie’s mouth. “Those speakers up high, those are the mains,” she was saying. “Just little ones… Dad calls it a PA on a stick. The bigger ones on the floor are subwoofers; they’re for the bass. When you turn ‘em up loud, the whole room shakes! And over there…” she was pointing to the control panel… “is the front-of-house mixing console. That’s where I’ll be! It’s gonna be SO cool, Mal…”

Then a grinning Jason was there, drawing us back into the house. “Don’t worry, kiddo,” he said. “She’ll get the grand tour soon enough. No time for it now. Say, Mal—want to play keys for one of the groups? With your ear, it won’t be hard… you’ll be amazed how easy most popular music is to play. We’re starting rehearsals in January if you’re interested.”

“It sounds fun,” I said, “but I’ll have to see if my parents will let me. It’s weird… they worry more about what music I hear than what shows I watch.”

“There’s a reason for that,” said Jason, “and they probably don’t even realize it themselves. It’s so ingrained in traditional Christian upbringing that the response is just automatic. But think about it: what was Lucifer’s job before God gave him the boot?”

I had to think about it for a second. Then it came to me. “Wasn’t he in charge of the angels that sang…? Oh, wait. I get it!”

Jason was nodding. “Actually, the Bible never says that directly… just gives hints that he was involved with music. But ever since the early Catholic period, that sort of inference has been drawn. So, the assumption is that Satan was a musician, and in the Bible stories you probably heard in Sunday school when you were younger it’s been framed as absolute truth. And it follows from there that music is his favorite medium for getting inside your head and stealing your soul.”

“So wait… it never actually says that?” I was surprised.

“Nope,” said Jason, as I watched Mom’s Explorer pull up out front. “And here’s another fun one for you. Re-read Genesis and tell me where it actually says that the snake Adam and Eve tangled with was Satan in disguise.”

Mom honked her horn. My head in a whirl, I hugged Julie and kissed her cheek. For a crazy moment I almost forgot myself and planted that kiss on her mouth, but caught myself in time. I hate having to hide! Jason is a great guy, but Lisa and Megan are the only people we can really be us around. I hugged Jason, then grudgingly stepped outside.

When I got into the Explorer, I could see why Mom hadn’t wanted to come in… she looked awful. Her face looked pinched and pale, and her eyes were red. I was pretty sure she’d been crying.

As she pulled away from the curb, I fought a quick war with myself. Is it better to pretend I don’t see it, or do I say something? In the end, Mom looked so sad that I couldn’t let it go.

“Mom,” I said carefully, “are you all right?”

“Oh, sure, honey. Why, do you…” Then the words seemed to freeze in her mouth.

“No,” she said, so softly I had to strain to hear it, “I’m not doing that anymore.” She glanced over at me, then back at the road. “I had a talk with your father,” she said, “and it didn’t go so well.”

“Did you fight again?” My heart sank. Nothing was ever going to change.

“Not like before,” she said. “I explained to him that I have needs that aren’t being met. I told him some ways we could solve that problem. And he was very calm about it, I’ll give him that… Want to know what he did then? Sat down on the couch and read scripture to me. All the parts that lay out the biblical duties of a wife and mother.”

She sighed. “He’s right, Mallory, I know he is… we’re Christians, and the Bible really does say all those things. And so… all the conversation did was make me feel like… like…” Her chin was trembling.

“Like shit?” I offered.

“Mallory!” she looked shocked.

“I thought we were being honest with each other now, Mom. That’s what you really feel like—right?”

We were less than a mile from home, but suddenly Mom jerked the wheel to the right, gravel crunching under the tires as she pulled off into a field approach. She carefully put the Explorer in park, laid her head on the steering wheel, and sobbed.

“I feel like shit all the time,” she mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Listening to the pastor going on about biblical commandments makes me feel like shit.” She slowly straightened, staring blankly through the windshield. “The other women at church talking about their perfect little lives make me feel like shit. Your dad telling me what a Christian woman’s wifely duties are and reading it to me right out of the f… f… the fucking Bible… that REALLY makes me feel like shit!”

I’d never seen my mother like this. Not ever. Her voice had risen; she was almost yelling now. Her fist beat the dashboard in time with her words. “I’m. Tired. Of. Feeling. Like. SHIT!”

Then Mom slumped forward until her head was resting on the wheel again. She was crying even louder, her body racked with sobs.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I’ve seen Mom cry before, but the intensity of this caught me completely off guard. I couldn’t believe I’d just heard her cursing the Bible! Is Mom losing her faith? I know what that’s like… the confusion; the fear. I’m still learning how to deal with it. I always kind of thought that stuff would be easier for an adult, though. It’s depressing to think that maybe it’s not. Another question for Jason or Lisa, maybe?

It’s impossible to hug somebody in the front of a vehicle with two bucket seats unless that person is leaning toward you, and Mom was bent straight forward. I settled for reaching over and awkwardly putting a hand on her shoulder. I cast around desperately for something useful to say, but came up blank. After a little while, her sobs began to taper off.

“What did you tell Dad you wanted to do?” I asked.

Mom sniffled and sat up. She wiped her face with both hands, but it didn’t help much. “I…” she was struggling to find her voice. “I was thinking about getting a part-time job,” she said. “I’m not qualified for anything, so it wouldn’t be a very good one, but that way we could start putting some money away again. And then…” Her voice caught again. She drew in a steadying breath.

“There’s a program,” she said at last. “It’s something Lutheran Social Services has for women in rural communities. Uneducated farm wives, like me. I’d be able to go to school without moving away from home. These days lots of colleges let you take classes over the internet, and LSS will work with you to find the right online course for what you want to study. And they have a grant program to help pay for it—plus they think I’ll probably qualify for financial aid.”

“They think—does that mean you’ve already talked to them?”

Mom rolled her eyes and sighed. She put the Explorer in reverse, looked over her shoulder, and backed out onto the gravel road.

“You weren’t supposed to know about that,” she said as we pulled away. “I keep forgetting how smart you are—stuff like that doesn’t get by you, I guess. I haven’t told your dad that I called them. But I have an appointment to go talk to them tomorrow at the New York Mills office.”

“Are you actually going to do it? Go back to school, I mean?”

We crested the hill that comes right before our driveway.“I don’t know,” she said. “I have to decide what courses I want to take, for one thing. It has to be something that I could get a job doing locally… I figure I could commute to Perham or Wadena, maybe to Fergus or Alex if the pay was good. But that would just about be the limit.”

She turned into the driveway, parked the Explorer, then turned to me..“There’s other things,” she said. “Your dad doesn’t want me to, and the Word says wives are supposed to submit to their husbands. So that’s the end of the argument, far as he’s concerned.” She gave a heavy sigh. “Also, I need to have enough time to be your mom, which I haven’t done the greatest job of lately, let’s face it. So… I don’t know what I should do.”With that, she opened her door and climbed out.

I followed her into the house, Dad was nowhere to be seen, so I figured he must be out in his shop. Mom went straight to the kitchen and looked inside of the crockpot, then plopped into a chair. I sat down across from her.

“I think you should do it,” I said.

“You mean… go to school?”

“Yeah. I mean… nothing is going to get better if things don’t change, right? You know what I think, Mom? Everybody has to live for themselves a little bit. If you don’t have what you need from life, how can you have anything to give to anyone else?”

Mom just stared at me for, I swear, at least two minutes. Finally, she found her voice.

“Wow,” she said. “That’s an observation I’d never have been able to make at your age.” She sighed. “But… what about the Word of God? Your father doesn’t want me to go to school, and the Bible makes him the head of this family.”

I thought about that one for a moment… how far did I dare go?

“I don’t know,” I said at last. “Except that… I’m not sure I believe in the same things you and Dad do anymore.” There… I’d said it.

There was another long silence. Finally, Mom rose from the chair and began to take dinner plates out of the cupboard.

“You’d better run out to the shop and tell your dad that dinner’s ready,” was all she said.

 

November 11, 2006

Jason is away on tour. He’ll be gone for a little over two weeks. Yesterday was Friday, and Julie took the day off of school so she could ride down to Minneapolis with Lisa and drop him off at the airport.

I hated not having her there at school, especially since I haven’t seen her anyplace else since Sunday—but something really cool happened to make up for it. Cindy Moen and Emma Fronning came over and sat with me at lunch, and then we hung out on the playground along with a couple of other girls. Cindy invited me to her birthday party next weekend. How about that – they aren’t just hanging around me because of Julie! That’s awesome.

I wish I knew what the deal is with Mom. I tried to ask how her appointment went, the one last Monday where she looked into going back to school, but she changed the subject.

Dad got the combine into the field Monday and has been going pretty hard, so we barely see him. He’s got two local guys he hires to help him out when he’s combining the corn, and they’ve been roaring in and out with the big grain truck. I know what that means: prices are down, so Dad is storing the corn at home in his big aluminum tanks, waiting for the market to be better. I hope he has room; I think most of last year’s crop is still in there.

One thing nice this week is that I’ve had lots of time to practice piano, and work on my A.L. art project. But it’s not all rosy; the teacher rejected my concept for the drawings. I showed her the rough sketches on paper and one of the mushrooms I planned to transfer them to. I was doing pastoral woodland scenes because I thought they fit the medium, and Mrs. Kenner loved the basic idea, but told me I should draw something else.

“Woodland scenes?” she said, shaking her head. “It’s a cliché, and it’s not you, Mallory. Find something that fits the medium AND your personality.” Yeah… okay. Great. Back to square one.

A couple days ago, Julie asked if I could come over Friday after school and have a girl’s night with her and Lisa since Jason would be out of town. Mom gave me permission, so yesterday instead of getting on the bus after school, I crossed the street to the parking lot where Julie and Lisa were waiting for me in Lisa’s Honda.

Lisa was her usual self, but Julie seemed a lot quieter than usual, not saying much at all. When we got to her house, she took me out to the garage and showed me around the PA system she and her dad put in. She turned it on and played some music through it.

“But that’s easy,” she said. “What’s going to be hard is having a bunch of live instruments and voices feeding in all at once and making them sound good together. Dad gave me a couple of books to read while he’s gone, and we’ll really get to work when he gets back.”

When we came back in, Lisa was in the kitchen, checking a roast she’d left in the oven.

“Dinner in about an hour,” she said with a smile. “Anything you ladies want to do in the meantime?” Julie just shrugged and looked at her feet. What the hell? She’d perked up some when we were in the garage, but now she’d closed herself off again.

Julie and I took Benjie for a walk. I tried to get a conversation going with her, but I was doing practically all the talking. By the time we got back in, I’d had enough.

“What’s eating you?” I asked as we took off our coats.

“Huh?” said Julie.

“You seem depressed. Maybe I can help, if I know what’s wrong.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Lisa’s voice. Our heads craned around, and she was watching us from the kitchen, drying her hands with a paper towel. “You’ve been mopey since we dropped your dad at the airport,” she went on. “Wanna talk about it?”

Julie hung her coat up, brushed past Lisa, and plopped down on the couch. “It’s stupid,” she said.

I sat down next to her and put a hand on her arm. “Tell us anyway.”

Julie sighed. “Dad won’t admit it, but he misses the road,” she said. “He gave it up to take care of me. But what happens when he’s out there for a couple weeks and remembers how much he loves it? What then?”

I put my arm around her. Lisa knelt in front of her and took her hand. “Then he comes home,” she said. “He’s talked to me about this, you know. You’re right, he loves playing, and he misses being out there with a show to play every night. But he loves you more, Julie. Look how hard he’s worked to settle in here and build a place for you both in the community. This is his home now, and as soon as he’s done playing these shows he’ll be here, teaching in the back room of the Salvation Army and taking ambulance calls. Oh, he’ll probably tour again… you know, a few weeks out filling in for someone… but it won’t be a full-time thing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. You’ll see. I’ll tell you something Jason said to me the other night. He said he’s lived his childhood dream, and done things only a handful of people get to experience. And if it’s all over, with nothing left but memories, well, that’s enough. So if he gets a little taste of his old life once in a while, like he’s doing now—it’s icing on the cake. I think he’s at peace with where he’s at in life. Not many people can say that, you know?”

Julie didn’t say anything, just reached out for Lisa, and they shared a long hug.

The mood was a lot more cheerful after that. I talked Julie into doing the weekend homework assignment with me while we waited for the roast to finish cooking. She puts it off till the last minute a lot of the time, but I like to get my schoolwork done early so I don’t have to think about it anymore. We ate in the living room so we could watch a movie. Lisa sat at one end of the sofa and Julie on the other, with me in the middle.

I finished eating first, and by then I was having a hard time keeping my mind on the movie. I had Julie and Lisa to myself for the whole evening and all of the next day! No WAY were we just going to watch movies and do crafts or talk or whatever. I tried to push those thoughts aside for the moment, but no use. I realized I was getting wet.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really just a couple more minutes, Julie ate her last bite, pushed her plate in towards the center of the coffee table, and leaned back with a happy sigh. I slid my right hand up her thigh, caressing her through her jeans. She shifted over until she was pressed against me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa smiling. She knew what I was up to.

By the time Lisa put her fork down, I was stroking Julie’s inner thigh, her legs were spread wide, and she was winding and twisting her fingers through my hair. Now Lisa shifted closer so that her leg was touching mine, and I began to idly play with her skirt. Her eyes encouraged me to continue, so I let my hand slip under the edge of her blouse’ drifting across the smooth, warm skin of Lisa’s belly. Her hand found its way to my leg.

By the time the movie credits began to roll I was on Lisa’s lap, with Julie pressed in close. We had our hands all over each other, and there was a lot of heavy breathing going on. Lisa leaned forward to pick up the remote, which she pointed at the TV.

As the screen went dark, I turned to Julie and captured her mouth with mine. She met me with fire and enthusiasm, our tongues twisting and dancing together. Lisa leaned in and peppered the sides of our faces with little kisses, her arms encircling us both. I broke off the kiss with Julie and turned to Lisa… and then my tongue was in her mouth. Julie began to nuzzle my neck.

Lisa broke off our kiss with me and brushed my bangs to one side.“My room?” she said.

I slid out of Lisa’s lap, took her hand in one of mine and Julie’s in the other, and tugged. They both rose from the couch, and followed me as I turned and practically dashed for the stairs.

I didn’t want to wait anymore. I’d spent the first half of the movie getting all worked up thinking about the things I wanted to do when it was over, and the other half being fondled and teased by Lisa and Julie. I needed sex, and I needed it right then!

I pulled my shirt over my head as I climbed the stairs, dropping it on the floor when I reached the top. I had my jeans undone by the time I entered Lisa’s bedroom, and I shoved them to the floor along with my sodden panties. I was in way too much of a hurry to bother with the socks, so I just left them on. I kicked my jeans out of the way, then sat down on the edge of the bed with both legs spread wide apart, my cunt on full display.

Julie was right behind me, taking off her own clothes, and Lisa was unbuttoning her blouse as she came through the door. I lay back on the bed, my feet dangling.

The corners of Lisa’s mouth quirked up. “You guys in a hurry?” she said… but for all her amusement, I heard a tremor in her voice.

Letting her blouse drop to the floor, she knelt on the floor in front of me and leaned in. Her nails traced the insides of my thighs, and I moaned with a delicious sense of longing as she kissed my belly.

Julie came in behind Lisa and unhooked her bra, then got onto the bed and straddled me on all fours. We kissed again as Lisa found my swollen pussy lips, her fingers caressing and teasing. She gently spread them open, her eyes riveted. She ran a finger around my opening in a little circle, and I could feel wetness trickle down into my butt crack. I moaned, my hips rising and falling.

“So beautiful,” Lisa whispered.

“Eat it now, and I’ll let you look at it all you want later,” I said, and all three of us cracked up a little.

Lisa leaned in and ran her tongue up one side of my pussy, then the other. I felt her finger teasing my entrance. I shoved my hips upwards at her, trying to take that finger deeper.

When she let her tongue slip between my folds, I went rigid at the intense wave of pleasure that coursed through me as it brushed my clit, then began to move in slow little circles.

The sensations were amazing, and so was a feeling of triumph. It was finally happening – Lisa was eating my pussy! I’d been dreaming of her doing that to me ever since I borrowed her sexy lesbian novel.

“Put your finger inside. Fuck me,” I said. It came out almost as a whisper.

If Lisa was surprised at the request, she didn’t show it, just slowly eased a finger inside. It was easier this time; the same feeling of fullness as before, but without the discomfort. She began to move it in and out, and the sensations from that alone made me shudder and gasp. When her tongue got back to work, I was in heaven.

Julie was bent over me, kissing my chest and licking my nipples. I tugged on her arm until she looked up at me, then I kissed her fiercely. Reaching down between her legs, I began rubbing her pussy lips. Moisture oozed out of her slit, coating the tips of my fingers. Julie was moving rhythmically against my hand.

A few seconds later, I was coming, and a particularly strong wave of ecstasy made me throw my head back and cry out, breaking our kiss. Julie understood, though. She laid her head on my chest and held me close. I squeezed her back with my free arm, pressing our upper halves together as I came, crying out and pumping my hips into Lisa’s face.

I kind of went limp for a few moments after, but I did manage to keep rubbing Julie’s pussy. She was on her knees and bent double, her face pressed against my chest and her ass in the air, trembling from head to toe.

Lisa was still kneeling on the floor, but then she climbed onto the bed, got behind Julie and started caressing her ass with both hands. I slipped a finger between my best friend’s smooth, silky, and oh, so slippery pussy lips. She moaned a little as I brushed her clit, then gasped as I hooked my middle finger and slid it into her pussy.

With my finger in up to the third knuckle and my palm pressed hard against her mound, I began to move in a quick, steady rhythm.

Julie was moaning with almost every breath now, and Lisa was bent over her raining kisses and love bites all over her ass. Julie began thrusting her hips back and forth so hard that I stopped moving my hand and simply applied pressure; she was doing all the work! Her moans became cries that rose in intensity.

“Oh, God,” she cried. Then she was screaming over and over, pumping hard against my hand, her pussy muscles gripping my finger in rhythmic pulses. Suddenly she tore my hand away, let her legs splay out, and lay collapsed and panting across my chest. I wrapped both arms around her, while Lisa embraced her from behind.

I noticed Lisa was still half dressed, and it occurred to me that she was the only one of us who hadn’t come yet. Someone had to get her off, and I decided it was going to be me.

Breaking away from Julie with a kiss and a pat on the butt, I squirmed out from beneath her and stationed myself behind Lisa. I showered her bare back with kisses and little bites, putting my hand under the skirt she wore to grope her ass . Her breath became increasingly ragged, and her hips were rocking back and forth.

Tugging on her arm, I guided Lisa onto her back and got on top of her, then we came together in a kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and our kiss got hot and hungry. I could have made out with Lisa for a long time, but I was on fire with the need to fuck her right then. So I moved downward, blazing kisses across her neck, and then down even more, fondling her luscious tits with both hands as my mouth closed over one nipple, sucking greedily before switching to the other one.

Julie came around me, lay down on Lisa’s other side, and licked at the nape of Lisa’s neck.

Leaving Lisa’s tits behind for the moment, I nuzzled my way downwards, taking a moment to bury my face in the softness of her tummy. When I got to her skirt, I undid the button on the side and tugged. Lisa lifted her butt, and I took off the skirt, along with her panties.

Kneeling between Lisa’s thighs, I got an interesting idea. I bent to touch my lips to the top of her foot, then began to kiss my way upward, slowly advancing toward her pussy. I kept switching from one leg to the other, kissing and licking as I went.

I didn’t make it all the way. By the time I got just above Lisa’s knees, she was squirming around like crazy..Suddenly she grabbed me under the arms and yanked hard. Then my face was about two inches away from her pussy.

“Please,” she growled, “no more teasing!”

I buried my face in her cunt, breathing in deeply through my nose and taking in the glorious scent. As my tongue went to work, I slid two fingers inside her. Her breath hitched and tore.

Glancing up from my work, I saw Lisa pull Julie into a passionate kiss. It didn’t last long, though. Lisa broke their kiss, moaning, “Oh, God, yes.” clutching Julie tightly, their cheeks pressed together. She was grinding her ass into the mattress as she came, her warm juices coating my fingers.

We lay together in a blissful, sweaty tangle for a while. Julie and I were on either side of Lisa, resting our heads on her chest, and she had an arm around each of us. After a bit I leaned in and kissed Julie’s soft, beautiful lips. She was quick to respond, and our tongues met. As we shared a tender kiss, Lisa rested a hand on my head and on Julie’s, weaving her fingers into our hair.

“So what exactly is the deal with you two?” Lisa said after Julie and I drifted apart.

“Huh?” I said.

“Well, I mean… are you still thinking of each other as friends with something a little extra, or is it more than that? Or haven’t you talked about it yet? You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not.”

I looked at Julie, a question in my eyes. She shrugged and nodded.

“We did talk about it, a little,” I said, speaking slowly. “It was right after that first time at Megan’s house. I don’t know if we know what to call it, but there is more than us just being friends. Something special. And we promised not to do… you know, this… with anyone else unless we were both there.”

Lisa giggled. “So that’s why you didn’t take me up on those hints I was dropping when your dad was on that call the other day,” she said to Julie. She turned to me. “Sorry, Mallory. Julie looked so cute in her pajamas that I couldn’t resist. She behaved herself, though.”

I had to,” said Julie. “Me and Mal promised we’d save it for when we’re together.”

“God, that’s sweet,” said Lisa. “And I totally respect that. I won’t try it again.”

“Lisa,” I said, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course, hon.”

“That first time I was over here, I felt like… I don’t know. Like there was something different about the way you looked at me. I didn’t know what to think of it at the time, but now I kinda wonder if you were, um, hot for me, even back then. Was it… I mean, did you really want to…?” I ran out of words. By then, I was starting to wish I’d kept my mouth shut.

Lisa seemed to be distressed. “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to creep you out, or…”

“You didn’t,” I broke in. “It’s okay. I’m just asking if, well, something like this was already on your mind.”

With a deep sigh, Lisa put a hand over her eyes. “Yes and no,” she said. “Look… I’ve known since I was a freshman in high school that I liked girls that were, well… a little younger than me. Okay, a lot younger. I like my men older, but with girls it was the opposite. Don’t get me wrong, I like grown women too… but there’s a certain something about girls around your age that gets me excited like nothing else. Once I got involved with a girl just a couple of years older than you guys, back when I was sixteen.

“It was good, and when her parents moved, we parted as friends. I still hear from her once in a while. I haven’t been with a girl that young since… but I still have fantasies. And…”

“Wait,” Julie broke in. “Megan told us there were rumors about you and another girl when you were in high school. Was that…?”

“Oh, God, no,” said Lisa with a laugh. “I had a girlfriend my own age. We didn’t exactly get caught… but we were found under, shall we say, suspicious circumstances. Enough to get people wondering about us. We were more careful after that. I was openly dating a guy, and the rumors tapered off. Not completely, I guess, if Megan knows about it.”

She sighed again. “Anyway… yeah. When you first visited, I could see a dynamic between you and Julie even then. You probably didn’t even notice it yourselves. And before I knew it, I got caught up in this wild fantasy of watching you girls make love. Then I pictured myself, well, getting naked and joining in.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I get carried away like that sometimes… it’s no surprise that you noticed. Pretty perverted of me, I guess…”

Lisa was looking somewhat troubled, so I kissed her cheek and gave her a squeeze. “I’m glad you did,” I said. “If you hadn’t, I bet we wouldn’t be here right now.”

That perked her up, and she broke into a smile. “Oh, I think you two would have found your way, though,” she said. “And of course, you also got a helping hand from Megan. You girls HAVE to tell me what goes on over there one of these days!”

“Why don’t we invite her to come over and show you?” I blurted. “Then you can see for yourself.”

Lisa went very still. “Ummm… you girls do understand that anyone else finding out about this is a terrible idea, right?”

“Megan knows,” I said. “We didn’t tell her anything… she figured it out. She doesn’t know any details, but she knows we’ve been doing stuff with you. And she’s cool with it… actually I think she’s a little jealous of us. Megan thinks you’re seriously hot.”

Lisa stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then nodded. “Well, I am pretty sexy,” she said with a giggle.

“Fucking sexy!” I clarified. We all laughed.

There was a phone book on the nightstand. I picked it up and thumbed through the pages to find Megan’s number.

“Uh… Mal? What are you doing?” Julie wanted to know.

I put a finger to her lips as I picked up the phone next to the bed and dialed the number.

Megan’s mom answered. “Frost residence.”

“Hi, Mrs. Frost,” I said. “It’s Mallory Kalvornek. Is Megan there?”

“Sure. Just a moment,” she said. I heard a clunk as the phone was set down, then another a minute later as it was picked up.

“Mallory?”

“Hi, Megan,” I said. “I’m gonna be hanging out with Julie and Lisa at their house tomorrow while Jason is out of town. We were wondering if you wanted to come and… you know… help me and Julie out with some A.L. stuff.”

“Whoa… uh… okay. Yeah! I think I can make that work. What time?”

Lisa was tapping my arm. “Tell her to come for lunch,” she said. “Say, 11:30 or so.”

“I heard that,” said Megan. “Oh, wow… I’ll totally be there!”

We said our goodbyes, and I hung up. Lisa was smiling. “It’s still early,” she said. “Let’s watch another movie! Only this time we’ll do it up here, in bed. Who wants popcorn?”

Julie and I looked at each other, both wearing huge grins. The evening was young.

On to Chapter Eighteen!

 

My Granddaughter, Jasmine

  • Posted on July 10, 2024 at 4:34 pm

This site has been too long without a new story from our beloved kinkys_sis — a shameful state of affairs, I’m sure you’ll agree. Well, here’s a fresh serving, piping hot from the oven. Do enjoy.

 

by kinkys_sis

It was the biggest, most unexpected shock of my life when my husband suddenly passed away after a massive heart attack. Widowed at only forty-nine. Never could I have imagined the deep sense of loss and devastation I would feel.

I more-or-less cut myself off from everyone, both friends and family, even my own daughter. Oh, they tried, but I pushed them all away, and eventually, they just about gave up on me.

The years passed, one day just drifting into another. I barely noticed. The brandy, whiskey and wine helped numb my aching heart.

***

The phone rang for an age. It wasn’t that I hadn’t heard it. I simply didn’t want to answer the damn thing.

Peace … finally the noise stopped. But then almost immediately, it started again and kept on until I eventually picked up.

“What?” I snapped into the phone.

There was no answer, only the sound of a girl crying. Crying from the heart, which was something I understood.

More gently, I asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me … Jasmine.”

Jasmine was my granddaughter. She’d always been special to me, but I hadn’t spoken to her in a long time. I felt a twinge of guilt. I used to spend so much time with her, and I’d loved watching the bright and sparkly girl grow up.

I was trying to recall how old she must be now but struggled with the math.

“Whatever’s the matter, child?”

I heard her take a deep breath, then in a calmer voice, she asked, “Can I come up and spend a few days with you, Grandma? I need to get away. Mum says it’s okay if you’ll have me.”

“What about school? Won’t you get in trouble?”

“I’m not at school. I’m finished.”

That shook me. I didn’t know my own family anymore, and I had been alone for so long that the prospect of a having anyone over brought me to the verge of panic.

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. She sounded so lost, and I knew full well what that was like. I couldn’t turn her away. And I did want to see her. I steeled myself before I replied. “When do you want to come? I can pick you up at the train station.”

I could hear the relief in her voice, “Thanks. Mum said you’d say no, but I had no one else to ask. Is this evening too early? I can catch the four o’clock, which gets to you at five-fifty. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, I’ll wait for you in the station carpark.”

***

As I rushed about the house, doing a bit of tidying, I did some hasty calculations in my head. Jasmine would be sixteen or seventeen now. I really should have known, but it was too late to be worrying about that. Then I had an idea. I hadn’t been on Facebook since …  well, whenever. I would check her page, which would likely tell me something of what she’d been up to. The last I remember, there’d been a fuss over some profile pic she posted. I never got to see it, so I had no idea what it had all been about.

I searched for Jasmine Slaughter, only to be confronted with a long list. I narrowed it down by ignoring the wrong towns and cities. I barely registered a Jas Slaughter as I scrolled down, the small profile pic showing only an ample bosom and no face. Then I found her. It was immediately obvious she didn’t post very often. The last one was several months ago, and it didn’t tell me anything worth knowing, although there were a lot of pics of her and another girl I didn’t recognise.

Curiosity took me back to the entry for Jas Slaughter, which had listed the same town as my granddaughter. As soon as I saw the full size pic in “photos”, I knew it was her. I recognized the background where the pic had been taken. But what a pic! It was obviously a selfie and intended to show off her tits, which were much larger than normal for such a young girl. They strained at the zippered top, which just concealed her nipples. How she kept them in, God knows. It struck me, she couldn’t have been older than twelve when it was posted. No wonder there had been trouble over it.

I sat there just staring at the almost exposed tits, the glorious cleavage on someone so young. I shook my head. What was I doing? I shouldn’t be ogling my granddaughter’s tits, and certainly not those of a twelve-year-old. What on earth had she been thinking? She must have wanted people to look. That’s what the pic was all about. But presumably, she was showing off for men – not her grandmother! And yet, here I was, experiencing the oddest feelings. It took me back to my younger days when on a few occasions I found myself imagining doing things with another girl. I’d put it down as a teenage phase. I’d never actually done anything, and those types of thoughts had faded as I got older.

***

I stood beside my car as the crowd poured from the station entrance, and then I saw her. My God, she was beautiful – and so grown up-looking compared to when I had last seen her. Her long hair framed the beaming smile she flashed my way when she saw me wave. Reflexively, my eyes fixated on the swaying tits as she walked towards me. It was clear that they were even bigger now than in the pic I’d found. They were so obvious even under the loose, floppy jumper she was wearing.

I tore my eyes away, hoping she hadn’t noticed me staring. Then she was hugging me, pulling me tightly against her. All I could think of was the feel of those tits, which were so full that they seemed to prevent us getting really close.

As she hefted her suitcase into the back of the car, I took a deep breath and told myself to get a grip. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. I’d never had thoughts like this before.

We buckled ourselves in, and she reached for my hand. “Thank you again, Grandma. I’m sorry to have dumped myself on you like this, but you were the only one that I could think of who I’d be comfortable with right now. I’m sick of everyone else telling me what to do. You never did that, and you always listened to me if I needed to talk.”

“I’m happy you rang,” I said. “I’ve had so little to do with anyone for ages. You might be the kick in the ass I need.”

She leaned over to peck me on the cheek, squeezing my hand. “Maybe we can help each other,” she said.

The touch of her lips shook me. I was sure she meant it as a simple show of affection, but it was like an electric shock to my system. Once again, I wondered at my feelings, knowing I had to bury them before she noticed anything.

“Are you hungry? How about we get a McDonald’s or something before we go home?”

“I’m starving, but is there a Burger King? I like them better.”

At the restaurant, if I may call it that, I found myself watching her every move, and her engaging smile, which just managed to conceal the sadness or hurt she seemed to be feeling. But mostly, it was those bloody tits!

I tried to hide behind my burger, desperate not to show where my eyes kept drifting. Her smile changed to a grin. “It’s okay,” she said. “They have that effect on everyone. I try and hide them a bit these days but it’s kind of impossible, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

I knew instantly that I was blushing, something I never did. I searched for how to answer her but nothing sensible came to mind. Instead, I blurted out, “I looked on Facebook to see what you’ve been up to.”

“And you found Jas, right? I meant to delete that account long ago, but I guess I forgot.”

Now my face felt as though it was burning. “I do remember there was some bother about a pic you posted, but I never saw it. Now I understand. It’s rather revealing and clearly meant to be outrageous, but it really is beautiful.”

“I’ve never seen you blush before,” she said. “Do my boobs embarrass you?” She reached over and took my hand. “When men started staring at them, I actually liked it. I went out of my way to show more of them. Then I noticed sometimes women were looking, too. Most in a disapproving way, but not all. And I liked the women looking more than the men. So don’t feel weird. Maybe I should tell you why I’m here.”

“Let’s go home first,” I said. “Finish your burger. Besides, I need a drink.”

***

Having downed a swift shot of brandy, I opened a bottle of wine. I didn’t consider Jasmine’s age. She was a big girl now – that thought made me laugh – and certainly grown up enough for a glass or two of claret.

“I’d like a brandy too, if I’m allowed,” Jasmine said. “Do you have any lemonade? I like brandy and lemonade.”

I raised an eyebrow, but what the hell. Maybe her nerves needed calming just as much as mine did.

When we were seated in the living room, she told me the story.

It started with that pic on Facebook. Her best friend, Mandy, had drooled over her tits. She’d been there when the pic was taken. Jasmine had joked with her, and Mandy had made several suggestive comments.

“You sound like you’re gettin’ all hot over my tits,” Jas had told her.

“And what if I am?” Mandy said.

Jasmine said it had surprised her, but still, really only joking, she’d answered, “What you sayin’ – you wanna feel?”

“Fuck yeah,” Mandy said. “You gonna let me?”

“You get the drift,” Jas told me. “Maybe you don’t want to hear any more?”

I admit, I was shocked by what she was telling me. After all, she’d only been twelve at the time. But I was even more shocked to realise I wanted to hear all of it. I tried to play it down, to take the focus away from me. “No, I think you need to get it off your chest … Oh, sorry … But it’s a fun story. Go on.”

“Did you notice the zipper in the pic?” Jasmine said. “I looked at Mandy while I pulled it down. You should have seen her. Her eyes almost popped out when I took my tits out and leaned towards her. At first she just sort of felt them. But when my nipples began to stick out, she said, ‘So fucking hot.’”

I hadn’t realised when I’d emptied my wine glass. “Hang on a sec, Jasmine,” I said. “I need to fetch the bottle.”

I stopped dead in the doorway as I returned from the kitchen. Jasmine had taken her jumper off, although her back was towards me. “Whatever are you doing?” I asked.

She didn’t immediately turn around. “I just thought I’d add a bit of realism to the story. I mean, I can see how it enthralls you. I’ll put it back on if it bothers you.”

She turned to face me.

You might expect tits of that size to droop, but they didn’t. Well, not much, anyway. I’d guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I was right.

Jasmine pointed at the bottle. “You want to refill our glasses, and I’ll carry on with my story.”

My hand shook as I poured the wine. Jasmine saw and laughed. “Am I getting you hot?” she said. “I don’t think I should be doing that. Are you …? Never mind. I’ll go on with the story, shall I?”

“If you want,” I said. Between the wine and the brandy, I’d stopped worrying quite so much.

“Well, like I said, when my nipples began to get bigger …  a bit like now” – she cupped one tit underneath and raised it toward me – “well, Mandy suddenly put her mouth over one and sucked and tickled it with her tongue. I was like, Mandy, what the fuck! But she kept right on sucking. Of a sudden, I didn’t want her to stop. I’d never felt anything like it before.”

My eyes were fixed on her fingers, which were now unconsciously pulling at a nipple as she talked. It was at that moment when I realised my pussy was tingling. Don’t stop, I silently urged. “So, what happened next?”

Jasmine glanced up, she looked curiously at me. “You getting worked up?”

Before I had time to come up with an answer, she continued, “I think that was when I grabbed a hold of Mandy’s head and held it tight to my tit. I told her how good it felt. Then she reached around and grabbed my ass. She put her hands down inside my joggers and my panties and began to squeeze. I should have stopped her, but instead I reached around her and pulled her closer.”

She paused as she lifted the glass and took a sip of her wine. Her fingers were still rolling a nipple between them. And still I stared.

“The next thing, we were on the carpet and getting our clothes off. She was more forward than me. Like, she was the first to put her hand between my legs and touch my pussy. God, it felt good. I guess it was like an hour that we played with each other. We made each other come … more than once.” Now she suddenly stopped and I saw the tears appear.

I went and took her in my arms. “That’s enough,” I said. “You don’t need to go on.”

For a while, I rocked her gently “Four years we were together,” she said. “Until last week when she told me, right out of the blue, it was over. She wanted to move on.”

I kissed the top of her head, all the time aware of the sight of her tits under my arm. I was equally aware of the temptation to take hold of them. But the girl was hurting. It would be wrong. Somehow I managed to control myself.

Finally, she spoke again.

“It’s not as bad as I thought at first. Maybe, I guess, I didn’t really love her, not deep down. It was just the shock after so long. Being rejected like that. But then I got really fed up with everyone talking about it, the way they’d go quiet whenever I walked in the room. I just wanted them to mind their own business.”

She looked up at me. “You understand. I knew you would.” Then she reached up and kissed me directly on the lips – just a quick peck, but enough to make me shiver. She kept her eyes fixed on mine.

“Yes, I understand my love,” I said. “I won’t ask silly questions, and I won’t try to tell you what to do.” I leaned quickly down and returned her kiss with a quick peck of my own. “Shall we have some more wine?”

Back in my own seat, I watched her dry away the tears before she took a large gulp from her glass. She lifted her legs onto the sofa and lay lengthwise, half propped on the side of the seat behind her. Once again, I found my eyes glued to her wonderful tits.

The smile was back on her face. “I’m glad you let me come. I guess I said that already, but I like the way you can’t help looking at me. It’s something I didn’t expect, turning my grandma on. And don’t look so shocked. I know I am and guess what? I don’t mind, not one little bit. Am I right? You don’t have to answer that if it bothers you.”

I stared at her, my thoughts in turmoil. She raised her fingers back to the nipple once more. Her expression didn’t change as she watched me for a while. “Grandma, your nipples are showing. Did you know that?”

I glanced down. Shit, it was true! But the wine had done its job, and I found myself answering, “It’s hardly surprising with what you’re doing to your own.”

She laughed. “I think maybe I can say what I’m thinking now. My pussy is all kinds of excited. How about yours?”

I hastily took another slurp of wine. I knew I ought to stop this before it got out of hand, but instead, I answered, “Yes… yes it is. And it’s been a long time. And what’s worse …  it’s because of a girl, and not just any girl. It’s my granddaughter for God’s sake!”

Jasmine laughed again. “You don’t know how good that makes me feel. And as for grandma, poof! Who cares? I don’t.” With that, she was pushing her leggings down her thighs. Her free hand rubbed the front of her panties. The other lifted a tit to her mouth. I was torn between watching the fingers on her pussy or the nipple between her lips.

She took a moment to raise her head from her tit. “Your nipples need touching as well, you know. I’d like to see that.” Then she was sucking the nipple again.

Suddenly, she struggled with one hand and pushed her panties down to join the leggings. Her legs spread as far as they could, hampered as they were by the clothes around her knees. Her eyes remained fixed on mine whilst she bent two fingers and dipped them between her pussy lips.

As if in a dream, I cupped my breasts through my blouse. I was startled at how large my nipples had become. Oh yes, it did feel nice. I almost closed my eyes with the feeling of pleasure that surged over me, but I had to keep watching this girl who was by now openly fucking her pussy in front of me.

“Take your top off,” she said.

It almost stopped me. What the fuck was I doing? But as she saw my hesitation, she took the hand from her pussy and sucked her fingers. It was something I’d never done. It hadn’t ever crossed my mind. But now, my God, it was so hot seeing her lap up her own pussy juices.

I undid my blouse and shrugged out of it, covered my bra with my hands and squeezed.

“No,” Jasmine said. “Take the bra off too.”

Other than a hospital nurse, no woman had ever seen me naked before. Yet now, I unclipped my bra and bared my tits to my own granddaughter. They were less than a quarter of the size of hers, which made me self-conscious, but still, it felt deliciously naughty.

Jasmine sat up. “Fuck, Grandma, you’ve got lovely tits.”

“For a saggy old woman.”

“Oh, stop,” she said. “Come over here, so we can compare.”

It was with some considerable trepidation that I moved to sit beside her. My pulse was racing as she took my hand and lifted it to her tits. I only resisted slightly before my fingers were tentatively stroking the softness of her bosom. “Hold them properly, Grandma,” she said. “You won’t hurt them.”

I felt an insane urge to giggle. “Stop calling me Grandma,” I said. “It just reminds me what we’re doing is wrong. Call me Claire, will you?”

“What’s so wrong in me wanting to love my gr … Claire?” Suddenly, she crushed her lips to mine. Her arms held me tightly, those gorgeous tits pressing into me. Any last reservations I had dropped away as I immersed myself in the kiss.

When I felt her hand lifting my skirt, I didn’t try and stop it. I was far too gone for that. My pussy was aching for its first touch in God knows how long. And it was a woman’s touch. God, no! It was my granddaughter’s touch. And a young girl besides.

I groaned as her fingers pressed into me. I hadn’t realised just how wet I had got. But I knew now by how easily she pushed in deep and began to fuck me. Her head pulled back. “Does it feel good, Claire? I’d like it if you did me.”

I’d never touched a woman’s pussy before. Now, it was all I wanted. My desires were getting out of control in a way I’d never experienced. Whether it was because I’d gone without for so long, or the forbidden nature of this whole situation, I had no idea. Jasmine was clearly knowledgeable in the ways of female love. I even thought that from the moment she saw me, so obviously fascinated by her tits, she’d decided she was going to seduce me … and she bloody well had.

She took hold of my hand. “Wait,” she said, “why don’t we get properly naked? You know we’re going to in the end because we’re going to make love. Don’t be shy. Let’s have some fun.”

She was right. There was no turning back. But it might have been better had she let things run their course rather than stating it so bluntly.

She saw my hesitation. “Sorry,” she said. “You may have gathered by now that I’m a bit outrageous, I’m an exhibitionist and naughty with it. I mean, who would put a pic of their tits out there for anyone to see if they weren’t?”

With that, she grabbed my skirt. “Come on – off!”

In a sort of daze I got to my feet. Jasmine sat up in front of me and dragged both my skirt and panties down. I expected her to either remove her own things or to pull me down onto the sofa. Instead, I got another shock. She pulled me forwards, leaned in and covered my pussy with her mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips, wiggled for a moment, and then licked up to my clit. She pursed her lips and sucked hard.

It was such an intense feeling – and one I’d never experienced. I’d often wondered what it be like to have someone go down on me, but it wasn’t something my husband ever wanted to do. I could only marvel at how wonderful it felt.

Jasmine tilted her head back and grinned. “You like that?”

Yet again, I must have looked shocked. “Hey, Grandma,” Jas said, “I can see you’ve got a lot to learn. And by the way, I think I prefer Grandma. It’s dirtier.”

She sat back, lifting her feet as she tugged her leggings and panties off. Then she lay back with one knee crooked to the side. My eyes went straight to the glistening and slightly open pussy lips. She just lay still, watching me look down in awe at this beautiful young creature waiting for me to love her.

I didn’t know how to make the first move, but she lifted a hand to me. “It’s time you and I fucked,” she said, laughing as I lowered myself down beside her. “I love talking dirty to my grandma. It’s like the coolest thing ever. What do you say, Grandma?”

It was my turn to laugh. “I think you’re a filthy-minded little girl. Well maybe not so little.” I reached for a tit. “And I think you’re trying to corrupt your poor old grandma – not that it took much of an effort.” With that, my other hand went down between her legs. “I want to feel your pussy,” I said.

“Grandma, that’s my cunt. Stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me, and open up and let me do you.” Her hand went around my neck and pulled me to her. Her arousal was obvious. The kiss wasn’t at all tender like the first one had been. It was wild and passionate, but it broke off when she rolled us off the sofa to the floor. The lust was clear on her face.

“Just fuck my cunt with as many fingers as you can. Don’t worry about my clit for now,” she told me.

Hazy as my mind was, I still had the thought: this girl knows how to make love. I’d never considered the difference between a straightforward fuck and playing with a clit. The question had never arisen in my entire life.

We fucked each other deep, adding more fingers as our cunts stretched out. I knew I would peak very soon. And so did she. “You’re almost there, Grandma,” she said. “Turn around so I can suck your clit, and you’re going to suck mine!”

I almost panicked as she pushed me around. I didn’t know if I could put my face to a soaking wet pussy, never mind suck on it.

The jolt hit me hard when her mouth covered my tingling clit. It was beyond words. Never had I known anything like it. I immediately felt my orgasm building, but I also realised I mustn’t let my lover down.

I exposed her clit with my fingers, and instantly, I knew that I’d worried over nothing. I wanted to love this beautiful thing, now so close to my face. I sucked it up, slipping my hand beneath her bum as she raised her hips. I mirrored what she was doing to my own clit, my tongue pressing, circling and flicking.

Whereas my body was beginning to tense, hers jerked against my every touch. She pressed her body down on top of me, and her hips gyrated as she fucked her pussy on my mouth and tongue.

Time seemed to stand still as my back arched off the floor. I thrust my arms and legs out, and my climax crashed over me. Wild, exhilarating and so … new. I was vaguely aware Jasmine was no longer grinding hard on me. Rather, her cunt was giving short backwards and forwards jerks on my mouth. I felt the hot wetness on my face and I knew she was coming, too.

I sank into the haze of pleasure, riding an orgasm like none I’d ever had.

Soon, I became aware of the weight of her body pressing down on me. She seemed to be asleep. I rolled her sideways before turning myself around. But she wasn’t asleep. She was grinning at me. “Wow, Grandma,” she said, “you fuck real good. That was so far out.” Then she laughed. “Oh dear, your face is a mess. I made it all sticky and gooey.”

I smiled back at her. “And so is yours. But that’s hardly surprising because I have never come like that before. I didn’t even know I could.”

“Let’s kiss and get a taste of each other.”

For ages we kissed and groped. Now I had time to enjoy playing with those great big tits. I also had time to reflect on what had happened. I certainly didn’t regret it, even though the thought of incest perhaps should have bothered me. I said a mental thank-you to Mandy. I knew it was extremely unlikely Jas and I would be here now if she hadn’t given Jas the brush-off.

“What are you smiling at?” Jasmine asked.

I hesitated a moment, worried I might stir the hurt up again. “I was just thanking Mandy for sending you to me,” I said. “And you, I guess. This would never have happened if you hadn’t made it. So when did you decide that we were going to …?”

Jasmine interrupted me as I searched for the right word, “Fuck, Grandma. That’s what we did. And I decided almost as soon as I saw you and the way your eyes kept going to my tits. Even before I got into the car, my pussy was twitching. I wanted you. But I also wanted you to want me, so I sort of played it cool. I knew there was the whole grandmother-granddaughter thing to get through, but I could see how you reacted when I teased you. So I was pretty sure we were going to fuck.”

“You can stay as long as you want,” I said. “I want you to.”

“There’s nothing for me at home,” she said. “And I don’t much like my job either. Do you think I could stay here, maybe get a job so I can pay my way? Or am I being presumptuous?”

“Nothing would make me happier than if you stayed. And if we get to … fuck like that every day … well, then life would be perfect.”

A wicked grin lit up her face. “Grandma, I’ve got so much to show you.”

I couldn’t begin to imagine. But I was more than willing to find out.

The End

 

The Loves and Labours of Doris Sloane, Chapter 3

  • Posted on July 5, 2024 at 5:32 pm

by JetBoy & BlueJean

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

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by her mistress Victoria. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

I

When I ventured downstairs the next morning to see to the girls’ breakfast, I had no idea how Mrs. Shaw would behave toward me. I desperately craved an affectionate glance from her, a soft word, a smile – something, anything more than the polite regard with which my mistress had always afforded me until last night.

But Mrs. Shaw remained business-like when she asked me to pass word to Mrs. Broomfield that she wished to have onion soup with the evening meal, and there was not even a hint of acknowledgement of the passions we had indulged in, nor that her soft mouth had kissed my cunny mere hours before. Indeed, had I not still borne a tiny red mark on my shoulder, where she had playfully bitten me in the midst of our pleasures, I might have thought I’d dreamt the whole thing.

I was beginning to wonder if I might be a mere plaything to my mistress, a toy to be used and discarded as she saw fit. The thought of it filled me with heartache, as well as anger at Mrs. Shaw for taking advantage of me. Was it not the way of things that the privileged took what they wanted from their lessers, without a thought for the consequences? At the same time, I was upset with myself for allowing it to happen. And the worst of it was, if she continued to use me, I would keep allowing it. Because I wanted it. I wanted it and could not stop.

II

For a rather plump woman, Mrs. Broomfield seemed to whirl around the kitchen like a dervish – a relentless force of nature that scrambled eggs, brewed tea, flipped sausages and bacon, and made sure the toast didn’t burn. To this day, I’ll never know how she juggled everything so efficiently. That said, her age did seem to be catching up to her lately, hence my assistance at breakfast time.

“Good morning, Mrs. Broomfield,” I said as I entered the kitchen.

She gave me her usual scowl. “Can’t say I’s had time to notice. Be a good girl and turn that bacon over ‘fore it ends up like strips o’ charcoal, would you?”

I picked up a spatula and flipped the rashers. “Mrs. Shaw asked if you might do some onion soup with supper.”

“Course she did. As if I ain’t got enough on me plate,” she grumbled, then gestured to the teapot nearby. “Make yourself a cuppa.”

I poured myself some tea, then took a seat at the table where I ate my meals – where the servants ate their meals. Because that’s what I was, wasn’t I? A servant.

Mrs. Broomfield spared me a glance when I heaved a sigh. “Our mistress workin’ you too hard, girl?”

“Hmm? No. No, I’m fine. Just a little tired this morning.” Emotionally tired, I might have added, but didn’t.

“Been burnin’ the candle at both ends, have we?”

I ignored that, not least because the old woman would never know how close she’d come to the truth. Instead, a question rose to my lips, and in spite of my better judgement, I gave voice to it. “Mrs. Shaw’s husband – what kind of man was he, Mrs. Broomfield?”

My query seemed to come out of the blue, and surprised me as much as Shadowglen’s resident cook, but I found myself wondering what the Shaws’ relationship had been like, and if my employer had been warmer towards her husband than she was to me. As soon as the thought entered my head I berated myself for it. Did I really believe I could ever be as important to my mistress as the father of her children?

“Mr. Shaw?” Mrs. Broomfield paused, and for a moment I thought she wasn’t going to answer my question. Eventually she spoke. “Well, it ain’t right to speak ill of the dead, and you didn’t ‘ear this from me, mind… but he weren’t a good sort. Drank somethin’ fierce. Not what you’d call a kindly man, neither. Truth be told, the bottle’s what done for him in the end.”

“But they were in love, weren’t they? They had children together.”

The old cook gave a derisive snort. “You’ve a lot to learn, girl. There’s many the marriage that has naught to do with love, children or not. All I know is Mr. Shaw was cold as a gravedigger’s bum, and he ‘ad a furious temper on ‘im. Ended up on the receivin’ end of it a couple o’ times meself.”

“How awful.”

Mrs. Broomfield made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “Anyway, he’s gone now, and I don’t reckon Mrs. Shaw would appreciate you an’ me gossipin’ behind ‘er back, do you?”

“No, of course, you’re right. Forget I said anything.”

“Breakfast’ll be ready to put on the table soon.”

Draining my cup, I got to my feet. “I’ll see to it after I’ve roused the girls.”

“Right you are. And Doris…?”

“Hmm?”

“Cheer up, girl. You look like a bulldog chewin’ a wasp.”

III

Once the girls were up and about, the morning fell into its usual mad scramble – dressing and grooming the two younger girls, locating stray books and pencils, and reminding Melinda that speaking was usually preferable to shouting. Each girl demanded my attention in some way, yet despite being so hard-pressed, I hadn’t failed to notice Mrs. Shaw’s absence at the breakfast table.

Much as I adored the girls – even Becky, whom my interactions were far less frequent than that of her younger sisters – on that particular day it was a relief to have them gone from the house, as I was feeling increasingly uneasy.

Usually, their departure was my cue to take a short respite, stopping by the kitchen for a cup of tea and some toast before moving on to the day’s chores. On that day, I did go to the kitchen – Mrs. Broomfield had already gone to her next job until her return later that afternoon – but found myself much too restless to sit. I paced the room like a caged animal, trapped by a rising fear.

What if, having had her way with me, Mrs. Shaw now planned to cast me aside like a worn stocking, my services no longer required? Might I be… dismissed?

A cold knot of terror took shape in my belly at the very idea. The possibility of never lying with my beloved mistress again was painful, but it was a hurt I could endure. Losing my position in the Shaw home, though, would be a catastrophe. Despite my perplexing relationship with Mrs. Shaw, I had come to love my life there, and hoped that I might be kept on in some capacity once Melinda turned twelve and the girls no longer required a nanny. But to be cast out… Not only would I lose my home, but the chances of finding a similar position with another family would be all but nonexistent. And the thought of being at the mercy of the state once again made me shudder with dread.

Eventually, I managed to calm myself. Surely if Mrs. Shaw meant to dismiss me, she would already have done so. Besides, such callous behaviour seemed completely out of character from the kindly mistress I knew. Best to simply carry on as if nothing had changed between us, I decided.

The rest of my morning passed with little consequence. Chores were undertaken with military precision, tables and shelves polished until they gleamed; clothing and bedding ironed out so thoroughly not a single crease was given quarter. Immersing myself in work that way took the mind off things, but perhaps there was a hint of madness to it.

As the afternoon arrived, my mood was lifted somewhat when Mrs. Shaw joined me in the drawing room for tea. We spent an hour or more discussing the latest book I’d borrowed from her library, and I found myself glad of her company.

There was no mention of the passions we had shared, and I wondered in some fanciful, dream-like way if Mrs. Shaw might in fact be two completely different people. There was the stoic but friendly mistress who occupied Shadowglen by day – the churchgoer, the responsible mother, the modern woman running her own business.

And then there was the other Mrs. Shaw: the seductress. The one who emerged at night like something predatory, intent on satisfying her carnal desires, no matter the cost.

I couldn’t deny that I liked both versions of my lady, but I considered the possibility that perhaps there was another iteration of Mrs. Shaw I had yet to meet, a third personality that somehow reconciled the other two, creating a whole. Was it possible this elusive third dwelled somewhere in her past, concealed behind memories and events I knew nothing of? What had happened in Mrs. Shaw’s life, I wondered, to shape her into the woman she was?

But such mysteries were no concern to a mere servant girl. I would have to be content with whichever version of Mrs. Shaw decided to make an appearance – the mistress, or the seductress. But oh, how I longed for the latter.

She did not come to me that night as I lay awake in my bed. And so I made do with my own fingers, and the memory of her mouth upon my sex.

IV

Though a portion of the weekend was usually devoted to helping the girls with unfinished homework and school projects, I was otherwise free to spend my time as I saw fit. When I awoke that Saturday morning I had a very clear and resolute thought: Today I shall purchase something new to wear. It was a small thing, I know, but at that particular moment it seemed like the best idea in the world. I’d never had the means to buy myself much of anything before, and the thought of spending my own hard earned money on a dress or a new blouse filled me with a kind of fierce pride.

But I had another reason: I wanted to impress Mrs. Shaw. Not that I had the money or the need to acquire anything too sophisticated – I was still a working class nanny, after all – but if I came home with something smart and appealing, something that was figure-hugging and showed off my curves, what message would that send to my mistress?

Do you remember making love to me, my lady? I’m still here, still willing.

If that seems a little childish, a little needy… well, I suppose it may have been. But then, I was only sixteen, not yet the worldly woman I so longed to be.

When I let Mrs. Shaw know that I planned to take a trip up to town and asked her if she needed anything, she said no, she did not, but suggested I take Becky along. Her eldest was happy enough to join me, the girl’s purse filled with as much money as she was able to cobble together from her savings.

The walk to town was a good mile or so, but it was a pleasant day and the journey gave us a chance to talk. There hadn’t been much opportunity to spend time with Mrs. Shaw’s eldest daughter up until then, occupied as I was with the two younger girls, but I was as curious about her as I suspected she was about me. We’d become more comfortable around each other recently, at least, and there was only two years difference between us. Yet we knew so little about one another. I pondered ways of getting closer to her without seeming overly intrusive, but as we strolled towards the small parade of shops, it was Becky herself who made the first move.

“Do you think about your mother and father much?” she asked.

The question took me aback a little. No one had really asked about my parents before – when all of us orphans had such similar stories, there was little need to speak of it, I suppose. “Mama and Papa? Yes, of course. They’re often in my thoughts.”

“How old were you when you lost them? You mentioned it once, but I can’t remember…”

“I was eight.”

“Really? That’s how old I was when Father passed away. I think about him too, sometimes.”

“May I… may I ask about how he died?” I knew I was on rocky ground. It wouldn’t do to pry, and the last thing I needed was Becky repeating any of my queries back to her mother.

“I’m sure it was drink,” Becky replied after some consideration. “Mother wouldn’t tell us much. I knew he wasn’t well, though. I wish I could have helped him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“He wasn’t exactly the best father, and he was awful to Mother, but I was still his favourite. He used to read to me. Always from his own books, which weren’t that interesting, but it was his voice I liked. And just being with him, I suppose.”

“I have similar memories of my own papa. And my mother, of course.”

She gave me a look that was almost apologetic. “At least I still have Mother. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose both parents.”

“Just remember,” I said to her. “When I tell you I understand how you feel, you’ll know it’s the truth. And you can always talk to me about anything.”

Becky laced her arm through mine and gave me a smile. The realisation struck me that somewhere along the way the two of us had become tentative friends. Being the closest to my age, and with little opportunity to socialise, I suppose she may have been my only friend during those days.

The town had a single clothing shop, a humble affair with two display mannequins in the small storefront that frequently rotated outfits: expensive looking party frocks, tweed suits, the latest tennis fashions, even a wedding dress or two. We browsed through their stock, almost more interested in choosing things for each other than we were for ourselves. Becky was the expert, of course. And though shopping for clothes was a new experience for me, I took to it like a duck to water.

Becky handed me a tight wool sweater in white and blue, its sleeves short and frilly. A long blue skirt in the same soft wool accompanied it. “This’ll look perfect on you,” she declared.

“It is rather nice,” I agreed, then as matter-of-factly as I was able: “Do you… do you think your mother would like it?”

“Oh, yes, it’s very fashionable. Try it on. There’s the changing booth over there.”

“As you wish, bossy boots!” I said, then took her selections to the back of the shop.

In the few short seconds it took me to pull my tatty old sweater over my head, the curtain of the booth had peeled back and Becky slipped inside.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, my hands instinctively moving to cover my chest, even though I was still wearing my brassiere.

Becky held up a pink cardigan with huge black buttons. “I want to try something on, too.” Before I could point out there was an empty booth next to this one, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.

I certainly wasn’t going to act like a timid mouse in front of my young companion, so I simply slung the sweater over the rail and stepped out of my skirt. Becky followed suit, but my indifference seemed to have knocked the wind out of her sails a little. If her goal was to try and embarrass me, I had called her bluff. Her eyes wandered over my body shyly, but she made no effort to look away, not that there was anywhere else to look in such a confined space.

It struck me how alike she and her mother were. Becky’s hair was a darker blonde, but she had the same shapely hips and flat belly, the same striking blue eyes. Like me, she wore a brassiere, but I found myself wondering if she had inherited the same firm, full breasts, or would do once she’d fully developed. Becky really was just a younger version of Mrs. Shaw.

I could detect her fragrance in that cramped changing booth: soap, shampoo; the subtlest hint of her own natural scent. We stood there and appraised one another for what seemed like an age, but must have only been a few seconds. When we found each other’s eyes, I was sure something passed between us. As if things weren’t complicated enough already.

I shook myself out of my reverie and slipped on the new outfit. I liked it right away, and thought Mrs. Shaw would too, so I decided to buy it. It didn’t escape my notice that Becky’s cheeks were slightly flushed as the shopkeeper wrapped my purchases with paper and string, and she kept giving me discreet little glances. It only occurred to me later that she’d stripped down to her underthings when she only had a cardigan to try on. Did she want me to see her that way?

V

I very much wanted to wear my new togs to church that Sunday, but elected not to, certain it would’ve scandalised much of the congregation – back then, churchgoers wore formal attire, and usually in dark colours.

I made up for it the next day, changing into the jumper and skirt before coming down to assist with breakfast. When Mrs. Shaw saw me approach the dining table, she lowered the morning papers she’d been reading and peered at me over the top of her glasses. I felt a little self-conscious, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I felt at her look of surprise.

Later that morning, when the girls had been sent off to school, my lady called me from the kitchen. I quickly set my cup of tea down and took a deep breath, then hurried to answer her summons.

Mrs. Shaw was seated in her chair, a large Chesterfield with a good view of the garden. She smiled at me as I entered, and I did my best to appear calm, meekly intoning, “Yes, Miss?”

She stood, her eyes burning into mine. I quivered inside, but managed to hold her gaze as she drifted across the room to me.

And suddenly her soft mouth was brushing my lips in the tenderest of kisses. My eyes drifted shut as she cupped my face in both hands, then kissed me more forcefully, her tongue claiming me for her own. I submitted joyously, moaning into my lady’s kiss as my own tongue darted out to meet hers.

She broke away, then stepped back to let her gaze travel the length of my body with sultry regard. I knew how she felt… oh, yes, I knew. “I adore your new outfit, Doris,” she told me, her voice soft and measured in the face of the passion that I saw raging inside her. “But now I want you to take it off. Take everything off.”

And with that, I was filled again by that deep, throbbing heat I had no word for yet. My hands were clumsy as I fumbled with my new sweater and the matching skirt. Each time I glanced at Mrs. Shaw she was watching me intently, her eyes eager and greedy as she waited for me to finish peeling away the layers of clothing that concealed my body.

I stepped out of my knickers and straightened, completely exposed and on display for my mistress. I was an object to be used, commanded. My nipples ached for her caress, my cunny pulsing with an urgent need.

Mrs. Shaw reached out to gently touch me between the legs. I trembled, then breathed a sigh, welcoming her fingers as they began to trace the curve of my vulva. Though we had only made love once, she seemed to know my body like a well-read book – divining my pleasure, coaxing it forth, making it glow like some primal thing forged in arcane fire.

I was swaying like a sapling, on the verge of release. When she pulled away I choked down a frustrated cry and stood open-mouthed and heavy of breath, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at my lady with beseeching eyes.

She smiled at me, then placed a soft kiss on my mouth. “Very good, Doris. Collect your clothes and go to your room. Wait for me there… I’ll be along shortly.”

I did as I was told, blushing hotly as I gathered my things and exited the sitting room, then made my way upstairs.

Though feeling uneasy at first, I quickly discovered that walking through the house in the nude gave me a deliciously illicit feeling that I liked very much. I reflected again on the changes that had been wrought in me since my first encounter with Mrs. Shaw, the day I had been confined to my bed. I was the meek virgin who had been ensnared by sins of the flesh, tempted into forbidden carnal acts – and instead of feeling guilt or shame, I hungered for more.

Once in my room, I put my clothes to one side and lay down on the bed, awaiting my mistress.

A short while later the door swung open and Mrs. Shaw stood framed in the entrance, now as naked as I was. She stepped inside the room, and the way she casually left the door ajar seemed thick with meaning.

Unable to restrain myself, I rose and went to her. She opened her arms to me, and we embraced, our mouths meeting. She kissed me warmly, her lips lingering against mine, then gently drew away to stroke my hair. “Lie down,” she murmured. “I want to make you feel good.”

I longed to seem womanly, rather than the awkward girl I was, so I sauntered over to the bed and crawled upon it on all fours, peering back at my mistress while I allowed my arse to sway seductively. I slowly rolled over, my eyes locking with hers as I parted my thighs, offering her all I had to give – indeed, perhaps the only thing of mine she truly wanted.

It was all a thinly veiled facade, of course. For all my bravado, there was still something of the timid child in me. But the fire I saw in Mrs. Shaw’s eyes told me she was pleased by my boldness.

“Saucy bitch,” she purred, climbing onto the bed to kneel between my legs, her face so close to my sex that I could feel the warmth of her breath caress the moist flesh there. “Keep your eyes open, Doris. Watch me as I lick you.”

And with that, she pressed her mouth into the sparse tuft of hair that adorned my cunny, nuzzling and teasing me for a few brief moments before the wet heat of her tongue seared into me like a fiery brand.

My breath came in tiny, frantic gasps as I watched my lady claim me with her mouth, possessing me, yet also giving as much as she took, bestowing the sweetest of affections upon me. When she tasted me a few days before, I was so deeply enmeshed in the act of pleasuring her that I was scarcely able to truly savour the experience of being kissed and licked in return. Now, though, I was fully focused on my own pleasure as Mrs. Shaw performed this wondrous act, with nought for me to do but gladly receive what she chose to give.

Her tongue wandered up and down, to and fro; then traced a circle round my tight opening before slipping inside again. I moaned as Mrs. Shaw probed me with that wicked, delightful tongue, wielding it like a soft finger inside my body. My hands clutched frantically at the sheets, legs quivering while the fire in my belly expanded, its heat flowing through me like warm honey.

Then her mouth was moving once more, gliding upward, latching onto the throbbing nubbin at the apex of my cunny – that wondrous, fleshy key that unlocked the most powerful feelings of all. A cry broke from me as she rapidly flicked at it with the tip of her tongue.

The very earth seemed to shift as I was consumed by a wave of euphoria, sweeping over me before I was prepared for its arrival. My back arched upward from the bed, and I clenched my fists so tightly the fingernails bit into my palms, leaving small marks there that would remain for the next few days – stigmata borne of true passion. At that particular moment, though, I barely noticed the pain. All I knew was rapture.

And my mistress kept kindling that rapture, stoking the flame with every touch of her lips and tongue, drawing forth more pleasure when it seemed as if there could not possibly be more. Higher and higher she took me, until I could bear it no longer.

“Please, Miss,” I gasped, scarcely able to speak, “please… I c-can’t…”

Mercifully, Mrs. Shaw lifted her mouth from my sex after adorning it with a few final kisses. She swept the golden tresses from her face with a toss of the head, then peered down at me with sparkling eyes while I lay limply, weak as a newborn kitten.

She lay down beside me, her mouth seeking mine, lips sweet and sticky with my juices. Her tongue slipped languidly between my lips to share the taste of our pleasure. I reached up to drape my arms round my lady’s neck as I returned her kiss, our tongues dancing together in a ballet of desire.

Mrs. Shaw gently drew away, then asked the question that I could already read in her eyes. “Will you make love to me, Doris?”

I saw the need in my mistress, burning fiercely in her gaze – and my only thought was of her happiness. Seizing her hand, I pressed my lips to her soft palm, then lifted my face to hers. “Yes, Miss,” I whispered.

She rolled onto her back, her body open to me, waiting. I raised myself to kneel on the bed, heart aflutter at the sight of my lady’s bare beauty. I hungered, thirsted for her.

Her luscious mouth demanded attention, and not wanting to disappoint I bent to kiss her, lightly tracing the lower lip with the tip of my tongue. She sighed with contentment, her lips parting, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue delving inside to meet hers.

I placed a hand upon her breast, her body responding to my touch with a faint quiver. I fondled the soft orb, brushing the nipple to tautness with my fingers, then pinching the tip, causing Mrs. Shaw to gasp in surprise. “Yes,” she breathed, her lips still moving against mine, the word more felt than heard.

Encouraged, I let my hand glide over to her other breast, this time pressing the flesh more firmly. I felt the gallop of her beating heart, and delighted in the realisation of how very excited my lady had become. And yet her tongue did not engage mine as we kissed; her hands remained inert by her side. She simply remained passive, letting me have my way with her.

A flash of excitement surged through me at the realisation. Mrs. Shaw was allowing herself to be taken, offering her virgin partner the chance to assume the role of aggressor.

I began to kiss my way down the landscape of her body, my lips tracing along the neck, pausing at the hollow of my lady’s throat. While I nuzzled her there, my emboldened hand set forth on its own journey, trailing over her belly and beyond. Finding the soft curls that adorned her pubis, my fingers curved to cup Mrs. Shaw’s sex, and I found myself awed anew by the raw heat that pulsed between her thighs.

Her breasts were before me now – soft, pale globes that demanded homage. I parted my lips, drawing a taut nipple between them. She gave a soft moan, her thighs scissoring together as my fingers traced the moist opening. Using touch to learn the music of her body, I found myself eager to discover which notes pleased my mistress the most without causing her to spend too quickly. Meanwhile, my mouth was occupied with her breasts – nursing from each in turn, then kissing the valley between them.

A gasp broke from Mrs. Shaw’s throat as my finger entered her. She stiffened against my touch, then cried, “Doris, please – lick me… taste m-my cunt… I need to feel your mouth on me…”

Lifting my face from her breasts, I slid down to position myself between my lady’s legs, poised there for a moment to drink in the sight of her sex – the fiery pink flesh that glistened so exquisitely. I cocked my head to the side and brought my mouth to it, planting kisses upon her inflamed lips before snaking my tongue out to sample and savour the warm nectar that flowed freely. When I slipped inside she held me against her with trembling hands, fingers tangling in my long brown hair, now loose from the bun I usually wore.

I explored the inside of my lady’s cunny for a while longer, savouring the sharp tang, then began to work my tongue over her once more, bathing the musky flesh with long, leisurely strokes.

“Doris,” she gasped, her voice thick with lust, “p-put your finger inside while you lick me…”

I paused to place a fingertip at the threshold of Mrs. Shaw’s sex, then as my mouth reclaimed her, I pushed the length of a digit into the heat of her vagina with a single fluid motion. She whimpered, a shudder rippling through her thighs. I began to roll my finger around inside her body, still servicing my mistress with my mouth as best I could, despite the way she writhed beneath me.

Her swollen clitoris had emerged from its sheath, a beckoning finger of flesh begging to be sucked. I joyfully obliged, drawing the inflamed node between my lips and circling it with the tip of my tongue.

An ecstatic wail burst from Mrs. Shaw’s throat, her entire frame bucking wildly. “Yes, yes! Oh, my g-gracious… ohhhh!” she cried out, clutching her breasts as she spent in my mouth. I drank deep of my lady’s essence as it flowed from her… a rich, heady vintage that seeped into my very soul.

Finally I felt her hand grip my shoulder. “No more, my s-sweet,” she gasped. “No more…”

I lifted my face from her sex; raised myself to a sitting position. Suddenly shy, I trapped my lower lip between my teeth, feeling timid and unsure as a schoolgirl. I braced for another brusque dismissal, telling myself not to fret, that these lust-driven liaisons were enough to sustain me, and surely more than a mere servant deserved.

But Mrs. Shaw extended a hand to me instead. “Come here, darling,” she crooned, her eyes warm with affection.

I sank into her embrace and she drew me close, arms twining silkily round my back as our damp, naked bodies pressed together. Her mouth sought mine, and we shared a kiss infused with the essence of our mutual pleasure, a kiss not of urgent requirement, but rather acknowledgement, grace; tribute.

We lay together quietly, listening to our twinned heartbeats, my lips touching her neck, her fingers trailing down my back to pause at the cleft of my buttocks. “Exquisite…” she murmured. “Simply exquisite…”

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, happy that we were able to lie in one another’s arms like this. “Yes, Miss,” I whispered.

At that, Mrs. Shaw drew back, looking thoughtful as she carefully appraised me. She smiled, lightly brushing my cheek with her fingertips. “Doris… When we’re together this way, I’d like it very much if you’d call me Victoria.”

Stunned, I gawped at my mistress, unsure I had heard her correctly.

“I’m your employer outside the bedroom,” she continued, “but here, we are lovers. Here,” she patted the bed for emphasis, “we are equals. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied, my heart and soul instantly alight with a blinding joy. “Yes… Victoria.”

“Good,” she whispered, and we cemented our new accord with a kiss.

And all at once we were there again, our kiss deepening as the heat of passion enveloped us anew.

With nary an inkling to the forbidden places our lust would take us in the months to come.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Twin Time

  • Posted on June 30, 2024 at 3:44 pm

by Mystery Mouse

Melody lay in bed, staring into the nighttime darkness of the bedroom she shared with her sister Aria, and counted slowly under her breath.

“One… two… three… four… fi–”

A low rumble made her wince, stopping the count. Four and a half seconds. Well, the good news was that the storm didn’t seem to be getting any closer. The bad news was that it wasn’t going away, either. She would have to cope with the thunder and lightning awhile longer.

The dim orange digits on her bedside clock said 11:49. Nearly midnight. She should have been sound asleep, but the weather seemed determined to keep her awake.

Melody was eleven, too old to be scared of thunderstorms. Aria certainly wasn’t. She loved the sound and fury, and she always rushed to the window whenever a storm moved in, watching in awe while Melody would hide and cower. Sometimes it was hard to believe the girls were sisters, let alone identical twins.

And the small differences between Melody and Aria had become more pronounced since the school year started. Aria had gained a new set of friends, and under their influence, her interests had changed. While Melody continued to play with dolls and watch cartoons, Aria preferred to spend her time playing soccer and watching videos about pop stars on social media. The girls even sported different hairstyles these days. Melody had kept her hair long, tying her braids with pretty bows or ribbons. Aria wore a pixie-style bob.

There was more, but essentially, Melody felt she no longer really knew her sister anymore. They weren’t as close as they used to be. It seemed that Aria had drifted away somehow, which made Melody feel very sad and lonely.

A flash lit the room, followed a few seconds later by another loud rumble. Melody hugged her stuffie close and squeezed her eyes shut. Normally Captain Bunny was enough to calm her, but tonight his soft fur wasn’t as comforting as usual.

A second flash of lightning, hot on the heels of the previous one, was easily bright enough to be seen through Melody’s eyelids. As the accompanying peal of thunder shook the room, Melody realised it was hopeless. There was no way she’d be able to go to sleep on her own.

But whose bed to sleep in? She could go to her parents’ room, but that would only work if Daddy was asleep. Last time she asked to share their bed, she was told big girls didn’t do that sort of thing. Big girls, said Daddy, should be brave and sleep in their own beds. And anyway, he was probably still awake – her parents went to bed much later than she and her sister did.

Which left Aria. Melody could imagine the scorn in her twin’s voice if she asked to sleep with her. Aria would call her a baby, and Melody hated that. She didn’t see why Aria was determined to grow up so fast.

But she had no choice. Melody had to gather her courage if she wanted to get any sleep tonight.

Clutching Captain Bunny tightly in one hand, she got out from under her covers and scuttled across the room towards her sister’s bed. With the lightning dormant for now, the girls’ bedroom was pitch-black but for the pale glow of the nightlight out on the landing that shone through the gap between the door and the frame. This saved Melody from tripping on the books and clothing strewn across the floor, and she made the journey unscathed.

Anybody watching from outside would have found it a curious sight. Melody, along with her sister, had recently hit puberty. Although she wasn’t in need of a training bra yet, there was enough protruding from her chest that her pyjama top didn’t really fit properly anymore. The set was her favourite, soft and decorated with friendly cartoon ducks, so she wasn’t keen to get rid of it. Melody was clearly at that awkward stage – no longer really a child but not a young woman yet. And she had a body to match.

Of course, any outside observer wouldn’t have long to think about all this before being drowned by the rain.

“Aria?” Melody whispered, trying to keep her voice low enough that her parents wouldn’t hear.

There was no reply.

“Aria?” she tried again, a little louder.

The shadow in the bed stayed silent. In her nervous state, Melody could imagine all sorts of horrible fates that might have befallen her sister. She knew monsters weren’t real, but perhaps the monsters didn’t know that.

“Ari?!”

“What? I’m trying to sleep,” came the annoyed reply.

“Can I sleep with you?”

There was a short pause, just long enough for Melody to wonder if her sister had gone back to sleep, but then Aria replied.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“There’s a storm.”

“So?”

“So it’s really big and really loud and… and…”

“And…?”

“And it’s really scary.” Melody knew it sounded childish but she thought the truth might just win her sister over. “It woke me up. And your bed’s not under the window, so I thought maybe I could fall asleep here. I’m really tired.”

There was another pause. Melody found herself wishing she could see in the dark, like a kitty cat. Then she could read her sister’s expression.

“So that’s what you… Can’t you just ignore it? I’m sure you’ll sleep if you just try. I did.” There was an odd note to Aria’s voice. She sounded more annoyed than Melody would have expected.

“I did try!” Melody protested. “It’s too loud!”

A burst of pure, white light filled the room, followed swiftly by a roll of thunder so loud it was almost as if the storm itself was shouting in agreement.

“See?”

“Can’t you sleep with Mummy and Daddy?”

“They’ll tell me off. You know what they’re like. Let me sleep with you? Please?”

“Mel…”

“Pretty please, Ari?””

The girls’ mother had a phrase she would use whenever somebody was deep in thought. She would say that she could hear the cogs whirring in that person’s head. It never made any sense to Melody. People didn’t have cogs in their heads. Still, she could almost sense Aria thinking. Mentally she crossed her fingers. She really, really, didn’t want to have to try her parents.

Finally Aria sighed with resignation.

“Urgh. Fine, whatever,” she said. “Get in.”

There was just enough light for Melody to make out the outline of Aria’s covers, and she gratefully slid under them. Aria was lying on her left side, facing the wall, and Melody wriggled about until she was on her right side, facing away. She didn’t mind not looking at her sister. She could feel the warmth of Aria’s body, and she was happy enough with that.

It had been a long time since the twins had shared a bed. They used to do it a lot when they were younger, but as time passed and they got bigger, it happened less and less often. Melody looked at the silhouette of Captain Bunny on Aria’s bedside table, where she’d placed him to stand guard. It reminded her of the last time she slept in the same bed with her sister. There had been enough space for the two of them, Captain Bunny, and one of Aria’s stuffies. She hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed it.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Eh?” Aria sleepily replied.

“I know I’m a scaredy-cat and I know I’m too old to be hiding from thunderstorms,” Melody said.

Aria made a tutting noise with her tongue.

“You ain’t a scaredy-cat,” she said over her shoulder. “You just don’t like it, that’s all. Nothing wrong with that. ’Sides, you’re my sister. Twin time is every time, remember?”

Melody was stunned. “Twin time is every time,” was a silly little phrase the two of them had come up with years ago. Whenever one of them did something to help the other, those words would be said. It was like a motto, their way of saying it was them against the world. If Aria still thought that way, then maybe she wasn’t as tired of her sister as Melody had thought. Maybe Melody had misread things.

She rolled over and, under the covers, put her arm around Aria’s middle. She intended to snuggle in close to her sister, to spoon like they used to, but she was shocked by what she felt. Instead of the simple cotton of the pyjama top Aria had been wearing when she went to bed, Melody’s fingers felt nothing but warm skin. Surprised and embarrassed, she quickly whisked her hand down to Aria’s hip. It was meant to be nothing more than a gesture of sibling bond, a friendly way of saying “I appreciate you.” But Aria’s pyjama bottoms were missing, too, and Melody was shocked once again to find her hand atop more warm flesh.

“Gah! What are you doing?” Aria cried. “Your hands are freezing!”

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Melody hissed back. “Why’d you take your pyjamas off?”

A flash of lightning illuminated Aria’s bare shoulder as she shrugged.

“I dunno,” she said. “I like it. It’s more comfier. You should try it.”

A quiet rumble of thunder added a dramatic accompaniment to Aria’s words. If Melody had been thinking about it, she would have realised the storm was finally starting to move away. But her mind was elsewhere. Feeling Aria’s naked tummy and hip had been a surprise, but an even bigger surprise was the strange sensation it set off in Melody’s brain. Aria’s skin felt unexpectedly smooth and soft.

“But why?”

Aria made a small, amused, snorting noise, then rolled over to face her sister. Melody was acutely aware of Aria’s warm lower back passing beneath her palm. Melody should have taken her hand away the instant Aria started moving, but something kept it in place. Now her hand was resting on Aria’s other hip.

“It feels nice,” Aria murmured. “And it’s like I’m being naughty and nobody knows.”

“Well, now I know–”

“And you know what I really like to do sometimes?” It was too dark to see Aria’s expression, but her voice had a definite grin in it. “Sometimes I touch myself.”

After Aria’s declaration the room was once again doused in silence, broken only by the drumming of the rain on the window pane. The atmosphere felt charged, as though some great secret had just been divulged, though for the life of her, Melody couldn’t understand why.

“So what?” she said.

“Whattya mean, so what?” Aria replied. “Did you hear what I said? I touch myself!”

“I heard you. It’s just no big deal. I can do it too.”

Melody brought her hand up and tapped herself on the tip of the nose. Once she’d done it, it occurred to her that it was too dark for Aria to have seen anything. It also occurred to her that her hand returned to the same spot on her sister’s body a little too readily.

“You dummy,” Aria sighed, “I meant I touch myself down there.”

“What – like in the kitchen or something?”

“No! My kitty. That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Oh,” Melody said.

That made a bit more sense. Still a bit strange though. Why would Aria – and then the penny dropped.

“Oh!” Melody said.

She couldn’t believe what she just heard. Her first impulse was to protest that Aria was being dirty or she was doing something naughty. That’s what their parents had raised her to do, after all. But she didn’t want to get into an argument. This was the longest conversation she’d had with Aria in a long time. And, if she was being honest with herself, Melody was curious. She’d heard of people doing such things but had no idea why, or what it was like.

“So … when do you do that?” Melody had to admit it was a pretty lame question.

“Most nights,” Aria said. “You’re always asleep, so I guess you don’t hear me. But … I think of you when I do it.”

“Ew! Why?”

Aria’s response was slow in coming. For a moment Melody wondered if her sister would answer at all.

“Because,” Aria eventually answered, her whisper so quiet Melody could barely hear it, “I’m always thinking of you. You’re the cutest girl I know.”

There was no way Melody had heard correctly. No way Aria, a girl who all but ignored her, could have said such a thing.

“You’re such a liar,” she said.

“I swear to God, Mel,” Aria replied, her voice just as gentle as before. “Everything about you is super-cute. How could anybody not like you? You’re the most adorable girl ever!”

Melody felt an unexpected tear form in the corner of her eye. She was confused and shaken. How could Aria feel this way? They barely spent any time together! In her distress Melody decided to lash out. It was silly and immature, but she couldn’t help herself.

“It’s just because I look like you,” she hissed, regretting the words as she was saying them. “If you think I’m so cute that just means you think you are.”

For the second time in as many minutes Aria sighed. She shuffled forwards until her face was only an inch away, so close Melody could smell the faint minty aroma of her toothpaste.

“Mel,” said Aria softly, “I’m not good with words. You and Mummy do that stuff. I’m like Daddy – I do things. So let me show you what I mean.”

Melody had a split-second to wonder what Aria meant before her sister quickly closed the gap between them and kissed her.

As first kisses go, it could have been better. Melody was caught by surprise, and her sister’s aim was spoiled by the darkness, but she would always remember it as the most special kiss she’d ever had. Aria was gentle and tender, holding back her obvious hunger as she kissed her twin in the dark.

Once she got over the initial shock, Melody surrendered to the pleasure. She’d never imagined anything could feel so good. After a while she felt Aria’s lips delicately parting her own and a tongue entering her mouth. Without any hesitation or doubt she met it with her own and gladly French-kissed her sister as the storm continued to play outside.

Melody still had questions. Her sister’s actions were too confusing for the puzzled eleven-year-old to understand. But for now, she put those questions aside. She was kissing, and being kissed by, the one person she loved most in all the world.

At the back of her mind, as Aria’s exploration of her mouth became more intense and tenderness started to give way to desire, Melody became aware of a hand stroking her upper leg and the outer curve of her bottom. Her own hand was still lying on Aria’s hip, and she could feel the heat emanating from her sister’s skin. Aria wasn’t just warm anymore. She was running hot.

Aria broke off, leaving Melody feeling bereft. She didn’t care that kissing her sister was one of the things her parents would definitely put in the “naughty” category. She liked it too much. The word “incest” was not in her vocabulary, but she was definitely becoming a fan of the idea.

“Ari–” she began.

“Take your pj’s off,” her sister demanded.

Melody hesitated. This was all new to her, and although she was enjoying it, a small voice in her head protested that going any further would be going too far.

“Please?” Aria added.

The small voice was drowned out by a sudden rush of emotion. Aria was her sister and she loved her. Twin time was every time after all.

With some difficulty, which involved standing up and knocking Captain Bunny from his post on the bedside table, Melody wriggled out of her night clothes and quickly dived back into Aria’s bed.

Aria was right. There was something strangely exciting about being in bed with no clothes on. It was as though Melody’s skin had come alive, every square inch excitedly reporting back to her exactly what the material on her naked body felt like. She was acutely aware of the texture of the bedsheet underneath her bottom. She was also aware of an unaccustomed warmth developing between her thighs.

“I missed you,” Aria commented.

“I went as fast as I could,” protested Melody. “I had to rescue Captain –”

Aria cut her off with a sharp Tsk. “That’s not what I meant,” she said. “I mean I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you all year. I think about you all the time but I don’t get to be with you. It’s like you don’t want to hang out anymore.”

I don’t? What about you?”

“What about me?” Aria asked.

Melody didn’t know where to start. She’d spent so long thinking her sister was deliberately blanking her, she hadn’t even considered that Aria might be feeling the same way. How had the pair of them managed to drift so apart without intending to? And what could she possibly say to try to fix things? She was only eleven, far too young to have to deal with stuff like this. She just wanted her sister back.

“Nothing,” Melody said, feeling for Aria’s hand in the darkness and giving it a squeeze. “I always want to hang out with you. I’m always thinking about you too. You’re always with me – right here.”

And with that Melody placed her sister’s hand roughly where she thought her heart was. It was something she’d seen once in an old movie, and she’d always thought it was a sweet gesture. What she hadn’t thought about was that, in the movie, the person placing the girl’s hand on their chest was male. Melody was not male, and without thinking about it, she’d placed Aria’s hand directly on top of her naked breast.

A bolt of intense pleasure shot through Melody’s body, vivid and raw, directly from Aria’s palm brushing her nipple. The change was instant – both nipples stood to attention, hardening so much they almost hurt. Her pulse sped up, hammering in her ears, as the concerns about her relationship with her twin shot out of her head and any questions about Aria’s apparent attraction to her evaporated. Everything became focused on the feeling in her boobs. This was a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced. And she wanted more.

“Oh wow, Mel,” Aria said, “that’s… I can’t believe you’re… “

Her voice trailed off as she rolled Melody’s erect nipple under her palm. Melody tried not to groan out loud as the new feelings flowed through her, though she was sure that her increasingly heavy panting was telling Aria exactly how she felt.

“Your boobies feel just like mine,” Aria said in a tone of wonder. “Guess that makes sense. Some of the girls at soccer have got really big ones, but I think ours are just right.”

Melody reached out, extending her fingers under the covers, until she made contact with her sister’s arm. From there she was able to find her way towards Aria’s chest. She thought about the warmth and softness of her sister’s skin, and what it was like to feel Aria’s nipple growing under her thumb.

“Uh,” she said, incapable of anything more coherent. Aria had started squeezing and rubbing. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to set off little fireworks inside Melody’s brain.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” purred Aria as she moved in to resume her kiss.

Melody didn’t think to reply. She simply gave in. She’d never been kissed before, not really, and she’d never imagined how it would feel. All she was really doing was pressing her lips against Aria’s, but even that made her whole body tingle. As she melted into her sister’s kisses, she felt closer to Aria than she had in a very long time. It was heaven.

And then she felt Aria’s leg move.

It was subtle, but there was no mistaking it. Aria’s leg, or more precisely, her knee, was gently pushing at her, slowly prising her own legs apart until there was enough of a gap for Aria to slide her thigh between them. Once that was accomplished, she delicately, but firmly, moved upwards. Higher and higher went her thigh, spreading Melody’s legs further apart, until it could go no higher. Because it pressed directly against Melody’s crotch.

Melody had thought having her nipple played with was insanely pleasurable, that it felt about as good as anything could feel. But she’d been wrong, so very wrong. The stream of sensation was like a gentle garden sprinkler compared to the fire hose of sensory overload that was now blasting through her brain. Every movement of her sister’s leg, every rub and every push, sent shocks of cold electricity straight through the most intimate, and most sensitive, part of her. It was almost too much to bear.

“You like that?” Aria whispered huskily.

Melody moaned in response. At this point, she didn’t care if her parents heard her, or if the whole street did. All she cared about was her sister and the things her sister was doing to her.

Aria laughed softly. “You’re making my leg all–”

Melody didn’t hear the rest. The feeling building inside her, a force so intense she could barely comprehend it, chose that moment to explode. This was no mere fire hose. This was a full-blown tsunami of ecstasy. Every atom of her being was swamped with wave after wave of pleasure, each more powerful than the last. Melody couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. The sensation was so raw and so powerful she could hardly breathe.

In the middle of the night, under the cover of darkness and in the arms of her sister, Melody experienced her very first orgasm.

Finally, gradually, the pleasure ebbed, and Melody breathed freely again, taking in great gulps of air.

“Feels good, don’t it?” asked Aria.

“Yeah… definitely. Is it always like that?”

“Not always,” replied Aria thoughtfully. “Sometimes it’s big. Sometimes it’s small. I guess it depends. I’m glad I got to give you your first, though. I mean, that was your first, right?”

“Yeah. But I like it! I definitely like it!”

“Good.”

“Wait,“ Melody said as a thought occurred to her. “Has anybody ever given you one?”

She realised she didn’t actually know what the thing they were talking about was called. She’d heard the occasional rumour about sex at school, the uninformed speculations about what people did to each other, but there was so much she didn’t know yet. Melody resolved to fix that as soon as possible.

“No. It’s like I said,” Aria replied in a slightly sad voice. “I’m only interested in you.”

That wasn’t quite how Melody remembered the conversation going, but it did remind her of something: she’d had that explosion of pleasure, but her sister hadn’t. And with that thought, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Now it was Melody’s turn to make demands.

“Get on your back. I want to try something.”

Aria rushed to obey, causing Melody to gasp as she felt her sister’s leg rubbing against her once again. When Aria was in position, Melody quickly ripped the covers off the bed. The twins were now completely exposed, with nothing between their naked bodies and the darkness that filled the room. But Melody wasn’t worried about monsters now. She gave no thought to the spooks that might be lurking in the shadows. All she cared about was pleasing her sister.

Melody moved to the foot of the bed and quickly arranged her body, and Aria’s legs, until she was face-to-face, so to speak, with Aria’s kitty. Up close, Melody could feel the heat radiating from her sister’s sex. Her nostrils filled with the novel scent of Aria’s desire. And she realised she had absolutely no idea what to do next.

It was so dark Melody couldn’t see much more than a thin vertical line in front of her. What was supposed to do to that line to give her sister even a fraction of the pleasure she’d received? Honestly, she didn’t know.

“Mel, don’t make me wait.”

Shrugging mentally, Melody decided to improvise. She moved forward and placed a dainty kiss on Aria’s mound, just to one side of that dark, aromatic line. From the sound of Aria’s gasp, it was a good thing to do. Melody dove in, kissing every part of Aria’s kitty she could reach.

Aria was extremely wet. It wasn’t pee, and it wasn’t sweat, but Melody thought it was delicious. It wasn’t long before she was licking everywhere as well. This only seemed to make Aria wetter, and that was more than fine with Melody.

Soon Melody settled into a good rhythm. Because she couldn’t see anything, she gauged her progress by Aria’s reactions. She learned very quickly what her sister seemed to enjoy and what she didn’t. It wasn’t long before Melody graduated from merely kissing Aria’s crotch to enthusiastically eating her out. She also found she could use her fingers to spread her sister open, exposing more sensitive flesh to her eagerly probing tongue.

This really made Aria squirm. Melody felt her sister’s hand on top of her head, pushing her face down as though silently begging for more. Melody was more than happy to oblige and found her tongue actually slipping inside her sister.

Aria howled at this, but it was muffled, and Melody realised she’d clamped a pillow over her face to absorb the sound. She was strangely proud of how Aria could think of practicalities at a time like this.

Melody moved her tongue to the small, stiff, sticky-out bit at the top of Aria’s kitty and, as Aria started to buck uncontrollably, slowly slid a finger as far inside her as it would go. Aria was very warm inside, very wet and very, very tight. Once her finger was in up to the highest knuckle, Melody started to slide it in and out. Not all the way, but enough to make Aria moan incoherently into her pillow. Then Melody renewed the oral assault on Aria’s swollen bump.

It didn’t take long. Between Melody’s finger and tongue, Aria didn’t stand a chance. She clutched Melody’s head, as though for dear life, as her own orgasm took hold. Her whole body shook, making it difficult for Melody to keep her tongue in place, but she did her best, determined to make her sister feel the very best she could.

At last Aria had to push Melody away with a shaky hand, explaining with an even shakier voice that she just couldn’t take anymore. Melody contented herself with licking her finger clean and taking pride in a job well done.

She’d made Aria happy, and that made her happy. She still had lots of questions about how the two of them had managed to end up in this mess in the first place. She had questions about her sister’s desire for her and when that had started. And she had a lot of questions about this whole sex thing.

But all those questions could wait. They weren’t important right now. What was important was that Melody had her sister back. Everything else could be dealt with another time.

Unable to keep the smile off her face, Melody made her way back up the bed. She was in the mood to kiss her sister some more.

Outside the twins’ bedroom the storm had all but blown itself out, leaving nothing but mild rain. That eventually came to a stop, too and the night was once again at peace. The moon shone over a tranquil world.

The creatures of the night went about their business. Foxes searched for scraps, calling out to each other through the pale light. Bats hunted for moths while below them, their eyes gleaming eerily, cats stalked their prey.

But, in the homes beneath the moon, the humans slept soundly in their beds.

Every human except one.

“Melody?” Aria whispered quietly.

There was no reply.

“Melody?” Aria tried again, a little louder.

The other side of the bed stayed silent. Aria heard a fox cry come from outside. She liked foxes, but she always found their yipping to be a little too spooky.

“Mel?!” A note of annoyance entered her voice.

“What? I was sleeping.”

Aria paused, then asked the question that had been keeping her awake. She’d wondered how to phrase it properly but it basically boiled down to, “Are we okay?”

It was Melody’s time to pause. Then she reached over and, for the second time that night, held Aria’s hand.

“We’re okay,” she said.

“Are we sure? I mean we–”

“Stop. We’re okay. Trust me.”

“Well…”

“Remember,” added Melody sleepily, “it’s twin time. And twin time is…?”

“Twin time is every time.”

“Exactly. And it always will be. I love you, you know.”

“I love you too. Okay. Goodnight, Melody.”

“Goodnight Aria. See you tomorrow.”

“Definitely.”

On Aria’s bedside table, amongst her books and magazines, sat a stuffed toy rabbit. Captain Bunny was very soft and very cuddly, but Melody no longer needed him to protect her from the monsters in the night. She had her sister again, and together they could face anything. But Captain Bunny kept a watchful eye on the pair of them anyway as they slept, holding hands and dreaming beautiful dreams. He remained at his post throughout the night without rest and without complaint.

Because that’s what good stuffies do.

The End

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 6

  • Posted on June 26, 2024 at 1:40 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, Kelly visits neighbor Cheryl’s home for the first time since the accident. There, she is unable to restrain herself from coming on to Cheryl’s teen daughter Ali, then Cheryl herself. Kelly comes very close to scoring with Ali, but they get interrupted before it can happen.

The evening, Kelly makes love to Gabby for the first time. But it’s not quite enough to satisfy her appetite, so later, when her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly exits her room, then the house, making her way to Cheryl’s home. Slipping inside and upstairs, she witnesses a thrilling sight: Cheryl having sex with her oldest daughter Ali. Kelly decides to let them catch her, then asks them to take her virginity. They do so after Cheryl phones Kelly’s mother Linda, making up a story about Kelly sleepwalking over to her house. She offers to put Kelly up for the night, a sleepy Linda accepts, then Cheryl, Ali and Kelly settle in for a night of heated sex, finally turning in…

…which brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les and JetBoy

The morning was already warm by ten, a mugginess creeping into the air. It would be a hot day, perfect for popsicles, iced tea and dancing around water sprinklers.

Cheryl appeared at the door to the study, her pulse quickening at the sight of a slumbering Kelly on the foldout sofa. The girl’s t-shirt was crumpled on the floor, so she was still naked beneath the sheet. For a moment, Cheryl briefly closed her eyes, remembering the lovemaking she’d enjoyed with the lively, eager girl of eleven, joined by her oldest daughter Ali. Giving the door a light tap, she gently said, “Are you awake, Kelly?”

“Hi, Cheryl,” Kelly answered, wearing a delighted grin.

Seating herself on the edge of the bed, Cheryl bent to kiss Kelly’s forehead, then caressed the young girl’s face. “Any regrets about last night?”

“No way,” Kelly replied. “I had an amazing time. Thank you so much for making love to me.” Pushing the sheet down to her hips, she added, “Would you kiss my nipples?”

Cheryl licked her lips at the sight of Kelly’s nudity. “God, you’re a troublemaker.”

“But you love it, huh?”

“That I do, baby girl.” Leaning in close, Cheryl lightly kissed each nipple, then took one between her lips to suckle, feeling it stiffen to the touch.

As soon as the woman straightened, Kelly pushed the sheet down to her knees, revealing the smooth cleft of her pretty little slit. “Wanna lick my pussy now?” she asked.

Cheryl did want to go down on the adorable neighbor girl. But her little girl Pam might be up and about. Unlike her big sister Ali, Pam was unaware of the lesbian sex games her mommy was into.

“Here,” Cheryl murmured, getting down on her knees before Kelly and putting her lips to the child’s bare vulva, kissing it like a lover’s mouth. Kelly gave a soft whimper, and Cheryl raised her head.

“I came in to tell you… your mom just called,” she began, “She’s sending Gabby over with some clothes for you.”

“But I’d rather be naked,” Kelly pouted. “And you barely licked me at all just then!”

“Sorry about that. And I do like seeing you naked. But your sister will be here before long, and that means Pam will be up soon.” She lowered her voice, glancing toward the open door. “Don’t you sulk, Kel. We’ll fuck again, I promise you that. Until then… how about some breakfast?”

“Yes, please!” Kelly said, all smiles again.

“Well, put your t-shirt on and come down to the kitchen.” Cheryl offered. Blowing the girl a kiss, she exited the room and descended the stairs.

Kelly went to the bathroom to relieve herself and wash up, then made her way to the dining room, where she seated herself at the breakfast table, wearing the oversized t-shirt and nothing else.

“Hi, Ali! Hi, Pam!” she told Cheryl’s daughters, who were just finishing their breakfast. Pam was puzzled by Kelly’s presence, especially in what looked like nightwear.

“Okay, I’m done,” Ali announced, setting her fork down. As she got up from the table she kissed Pam and then Kelly on top of the head. “Bye, guys. Mom, I’m off to the park. I’ve got my phone if you need me.”

“Have fun, sweetie,” Cheryl said, setting an omelet and a glass of orange juice down for Kelly.

“Mom, how come Kelly’s here?” Pam asked. “Did she spend the night?”

“I’ll explain later,” Cheryl told her little girl, realizing she hadn’t thought that far ahead. I’ll just tell her what I told Kelly’s mom last night.

That turned out to be unnecessary, because Kelly looked up at Pam and said, “Know what happened? I went sleepwalking! Isn’t that wild?”

Pam furrowed her brow. “Sleepwalking? How’d you do that?”

“Dunno,” Kelly shrugged. “All I remember is I went to bed last night in my room, but then I woke up a lot later in your living room… just wearing this!” She toyed with the hem of her long t-shirt, wondering how Pam would react to the sight of her bare legs. Sure enough, the younger girl stole a peek. “Your mom was way cool about it, though – she let me sleep on your sofa bed!”

“Well, now…  it just didn’t seem right to send you back home in the middle of the night,” said Cheryl. “You know you’re always welcome here, Kelly.”

“Wow, that’s crazy!” Pam exclaimed. “And you don’t remember any of it?”

“Not until I woke up in your living room. It was kinda scary at first, but your mom made me feel a lot better.” She gave Cheryl a sweet smile that made the woman tremble inside, then put her fork to one side. “Um, can I maybe lay back down for a little while?”

“Of course, Kelly,” Cheryl answered. “Pam, hon, can you put the dishes in the washer when you’re done?”

“Sure, Mom.” Pam replied, then took another bite.

Cheryl walked Kelly back to the study. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Kelly pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it aside. “I just didn’t feel like wearing this stupid thing anymore.” Cheryl’s heart was pounding as the now nude eleven-year-old padded over to the window and looked out.

Turning back around, Kelly grinned to see Cheryl ogling her. “Hey, if you stood right outside this window, would you be able to see in?”

“Sure,” Cheryl answered. What’s she up to now? “Uh, why do you ask?”

“When Gabby gets here, she and Pam will come into this room. When they do, I’ll let them see me naked… then I bet I can get them to take their clothes off. Maybe even do other stuff. Like I told you, me and Gabby have had sex already, and she’s been fooling around with Pam.” Rubbing both hands together, Kelly added, “And you’ll be out there watching it all happen! Sounds pretty hot, huh?”

Cheryl could only gape at the nude girl, dumbstruck at the sheer audacity of her plan. “Pretty hot, yeah.”

“Before Gabby shows up,” Kelly continued, “Go tell Pam you’re gonna go do some yard work. I don’t know, maybe pull some weeds? The idea is, they both think you aren’t in the house, But when you’re outside, you really come over here to the window. I’ll do the rest.”

“So… you’re going to try to, to fuck my little girl? And Gabby?”

“I am,” Kelly replied with a nod. “I bet they’ll let me, too.” Advancing toward Cheryl, she pressed a hand against the front of the woman’s shorts. “If you really want a look at those pretty little girl pussies, better get a move on.”

Cheryl’s knees trembled slightly as she left the room, closing the door behind. Descending the stairs to the dining area, she found Pam loading the dishwasher in the kitchen.

“Um, honey?” Cheryl said. “I’ll be outside doing a little yard work. When Gabby gets here, take her to the study. Her sister is resting there.”

“Sure, Mom.” Pam said.

Once outside, Cheryl made her way to the study window. Located at the side of the house, it was an ideal spot for a bit of spying. With tall shrubs along the fence and at each end of the house, no one walking past could see her. Nor would the neighbors.

Peeking through the window, Cheryl found herself looking at Kelly, who opened the shutter. Now just the screen separated them. She pulled the shade down, leaving a two-inch gap for Cheryl to see through.

Kelly moved to stand by the bed. “Can you see?”

Focusing on the nude girl, Cheryl answered, “Yeah, I can. It’s still a little dark, though – why don’t you turn the overhead light on?”

Kelly flicked the switch, carefully studied the window, then gave Cheryl a thumbs-up. “Perfect. I can’t see you at all.”

Cheryl was tingling with anticipation as Kelly got back into bed and tugged the sheet over her bare body. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she settled in to wait.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, followed by Gabby’s voice. “Kelly? Mom sent me over with some clothes for you. Can we come in?”

“Sure.” Kelly replied.

Pam and Gabby entered the room, closing the door behind. The girls were dressed in t-shirts, denim shorts and flip flops. Kelly was in bed, her upper half propped up on a couple of pillows. The sheet was hoisted up just enough to expose her bare shoulders.

Taking in the sight, the two nine-year-olds were intrigued to notice Kelly’s hand moving beneath the sheet about halfway down.

The two friends stole a glance at each other, then looked back at Kelly.

“What did Mom send for me to wear?” Kelly asked to break the silence, while the two younger girls were wondering if Kelly was wearing anything at all under that sheet.

“Oh, um…” Gabby tried to regain her composure as she and Pam stared at Kelly. “I don’t really know. She just handed me this bag and told me to bring it to you…”

“Oh, okay. Will you take everything out for me?”

Reaching into the bag, Gabby carefully removed each piece of clothing. Kelly commented on the various items as they were revealed. “Oh, I like that shirt. Shorts, yeah, those are fine. Oh, yuck! I hate wearing those stupid training bras.”

When Gabby held up a pair of white panties with little flowers all over them. Kelly rolled her eyes. “God, I can’t believe Mom sent me such little-girl underwear! I wish she’d picked out something sexier. Hmmm… maybe I’ll just go without.” She winked at the girls. “Thanks, Gabby.”

“Um, do you want us to go now?” Pam asked shyly, still watching Kelly’s hand move under the sheet. “Y’know, so you can get dressed.”

“Nah. You guys can stay if you want. I don’t mind if you see me.”

The nine-year-olds exchanged another quick look, then Gabby hesitantly asked, “Hey, Kel? Are you, er, playing with yourself under there?” Pam giggled when she heard that, covering her mouth.

Kelly gave her sister a dreamy smile. “I sure am. I love touching my pussy.”

“Can we watch?” Pam blurted, then immediately flushed bright red. “Uh, I mean–”

“You are watching.” Kelly replied.

The two youngsters glanced at each other again. This time, Pam gave Gabby a pleading look. I can’t say it. You say it, okay?

“Yeah, but um,” Gabby tried to clarify, “We mean really watch, y’know? Like, see you touching down there, but without the sheet. Can we, please?”

“Sure, if you want,” Kelly said, drawing the sheet down to just below her navel. “But first… you like seeing my boobies?” The younger girls slowly nodded. “Wanna feel them, then?”

Pam and Gabby drew closer, both girls reaching out to touch Kelly’s bare chest. Each explored the soft mound in her own way – Gabby caressed her sister’s baby-soft skin, while Pam was fascinated by Kelly’s nipple, cooing with delight when it responded to her touch. She’d played with her big sister Ali’s breasts once, but this was new and utterly thrilling.

Outside the window, Cheryl’s heart was pounding like thunder at the sight of her wide-eyed little girl, fondling an older girl’s breast. Even from a distance, she could see the wanting in her child’s expression, the need for more. Could Pam already be gay? she asked herself.

“So… can we push the sheet the rest of the way down?” Gabby said. She and Pam were both sporting eager grins, ready for something exciting to happen.

“Sure, but first you two gotta take your shirts off,” said Kelly, pointing at the girls’ chests. “Lose those flip flops, too. I mean, it’s only fair, right? If you get to see me naked, I should get to see you!”

Pam and Gabby had no argument for that. They kicked off their flip flops, then shared a look, each waiting for the other to take the next step. After a moment, Gabby began to slip out of her t-shirt, with Pam following a couple of heartbeats behind. Letting their tops fall to the floor, they briefly studied each other’s bare chests, then turned to Kelly.

Kelly was loving her view of the half-naked girls. Their flat chests and tiny pink nipples had her cunt pulsing with renewed warmth. Pushing the sheet to one side, she slid back to lean against the cool wall, slowly spreading her legs. She deliberately placed a hand between her thighs, tracing the open slit with a finger. Gabby and Pam stared as if hypnotized.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Kelly asked.

The girls nodded. “It’s so pretty…” Pam added in a whisper, enthralled by the delicate folds of Kelly’s sex.

“Do you guys ever touch yours, like I’m doing?” Of course, Kelly already knew the answer to that. She eased a finger into her vagina as, once again, Gabby and Pam gave affirmative nods.

Withdrawing her wet finger, Kelly slipped it into her mouth to suck clean, then returned it to her clitoris to tease the tiny bud. As she masturbated for the younger girls, Kelly let her eyes briefly flick in the direction of the window. She couldn’t see Cheryl, but knew the woman was watching.

“Take your shorts off,” Kelly told the girls.

“She means you.” Pam said, nudging Gabby.

“No, I mean both of you. C’mon, let me see your panties!”

Without hesitation, Gabby pushed her shorts down to the floor, then stepped out of them. She and Kelly watched with great interest as Pam wriggled out of her denim cut-offs.

Kelly gazed hungrily at the two girls. Pam with her pale skin, freckles and long red hair, wearing nothing but low cut yellow cotton panties. Gabby, her short dark hair so adorable in a pixie cut, nude but for lime green underpants. God, I could just gobble them up, Kelly told herself. And if this works out the way I want, I’ll get to do just that.

Knowing Cheryl was listening closely, Kelly asked, “So, Pam, I hear you showed Gabby how to play with herself.”

“Um, yeah,” Pam replied, blushing ever so slightly.

“And Gabby showed you how to kiss, huh?”

Pam nodded. “Uh-huh.”

”If I ask really nice,” Kelly continued, “will you guys kiss each other for me?”

“Wait!” Gabby exclaimed. “Pam’s mom is here. She might catch us. Maybe we should… put our clothes back on first?”

“It’s okay,” Pam said. “Mom told me she was gonna do some work out in the yard. The front door’s pretty loud – if she comes back in, we’ll hear it for sure.”

Spreading her arms, Kelly murmured. “There you go. Now let’s see you two kiss. Make it sexy!”

Turning to each other, the two little girls met in a kiss. Tentative at first, they soon grew hot and passionate, pressing their thin bodies together. Their tongues were flicking back and forth, hands slipping down to fondle each other’s bottoms.

Outside the window, Cheryl looked around once more to make absolutely certain she couldn’t be seen, then undid her shorts and shoved a hand into her panties. She couldn’t recall a sexier sight – two nine-year-old girls, exploring and loving lesbian sex. And one of them was her own daughter, the object of her hottest fantasies.

Cheryl could hear children playing outdoors, their shouts and horseplay taking place just a few houses over. There was the growl of a lawnmower somewhere in the distance. She heard birds chirping, the buzzing and hum of insects. The scent of fresh-mowed grass perfumed the air. Somehow, it all came together to make the moment that much more satisfying.

Angling two fingers deep into the liquid inferno of her cunt, Cheryl shifted her view to Kelly, who was still masturbating. Such a firecracker of a girl… God, I loved fucking her last night. And now, she’s working her magic on the kids.

But the view of her daughter Pam was too compelling for Cheryl to resist. She feasted her eyes on the girl, wearing only panties, passionately kissing her best friend. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy when Kelly said, “It’s making my pussy so wet, watching you two kiss.”

Cheryl ached to come, every atom of her being desperate for that sweet release. But she forced herself to stifle this fierce hunger, knowing there would be even more savory delights to follow. What other tricks did Kelly have up her sleeve?

Gabby and Pam broke apart for a moment – to catch their breath, and to watch Kelly masturbate. They were still cradling each other’s perky little bottoms, their bodies nestled together. Could they be in love? Cheryl wondered. It sure looks like it.

Sitting up, Kelly said, “Okay, let’s have some real fun. Gabby… take your panties off!”

The two girls moved apart, and Gabby took a small step back, taking center stage. Slipping her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, she ran them around the snug elastic, shifting her hips from side to side.

My God, Cheryl marveled. Still a little girl, and she already knows how to tease.

Gabby positioned herself so that Pam and Kelly would have a front-row view of her pussy when her panties came down. Unbeknownst to her, Cheryl had an equally great view of the child’s bottom.

“Okay, here goes!” With one fluid movement, Gabby swept her panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Spreading her arms out and taking a wide stance, she announced, “Tah-dah! I’m bare naked!” Then she began to spin around, letting Pam and Kelly see all of her.

Cheryl was dizzy from excitement as she drank in the view of Gabby’s nudity from all sides. But what excited her even more was the lustful expression on her daughter’s face. Pam was staring at Gabby like she wanted to gobble her friend up in a single bite. My precious little lesbian, Cheryl thought, glowing with love for her youngest child.

Very nice.” Kelly told her little sister. “Now touch yourself for us.”

Gabby obeyed, and Cheryl felt hot juices coat her fingers as she watched the nude nine-year-old masturbate. The girl’s eyes were dreamy as she lightly caressed her bare slit. Meanwhile, Kelly was fucking herself again… and though Pam was only watching, she’d begun to stroke her bare thighs in a very provocative way.

“Okay, Pam, your turn,” Kelly said, turning to Cheryl’s daughter. “Come on, take those panties off!”

Oh fuck fuck FUCK! Cheryl told herself. I’m gonna see my little Pam naked, maybe watch her masturbate with her friends. 

The last time she’d glimpsed her daughter in the altogether was when Pam was five, before the child had learned to bathe herself – nearly two years before Cheryl recognized the sexual attraction she held for her children; three years before she took her oldest girl Ali as a lover.

Cheryl’s heart seemed to swell in her chest as Pam hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Yes, Cheryl thought, do it, Pam. Do it. I want to see you, all of you!

“Hey, wait a sec.” Kelly said. “I have a better idea. Gabby, pull them down for her.”

Gabby broke into a bad-girl grin. “Sounds good to me,” she said. Kneeling behind her friend, she slowly tugged Pam’s yellow underpants down until they ringed her ankles. Pam stepped out of them then took up a pose next to Gabby.

A tiny moan escaped Cheryl’s lips at the sight of her little girl’s flawless ass. Luckily, no one heard. Damn, I want to lick that cute little butthole! she mused. It didn’t seem possible that she could crave sex with her youngest daughter more than she already did, but Kelly’s naughty game had shown her otherwise.

Kelly and Gabby were now standing on either side of Pam.

“Let’s touch her, sis,” Kelly said, taking a quick glance at the window.

“Okay!” Gabby agreed.

Both girls began to fondle Pam’s body, exploring its contours. Kelly was playing with the younger girl’s ass, while Gabby lovingly stroked her best friend’s chest, giggling at the way Pam shivered whenever her nipples were touched.

Gabby was also paying some attention to Pam’s pussy, giving it a quick caress every now and then, but she was clearly too shy to do more than that just yet. Give her time, Cheryl thought. Bet those two will be full-on lovers inside two weeks.

There was a mischievous glint in Kelly’s eyes as she maneuvered Pam over toward the window, Gabby just behind. By then, Cheryl was fingering her cunt hard and fast, still avoiding contact with her clit, and her nude daughter was nearly close enough to reach out and touch.

“Now, Gabby,” Kelly instructed, “I want to see you get down on your knees in front of Pam and… kiss her tummy.”

Kelly’s sister assumed the position in an instant. Placing both hands on Pam’s hips, Gabby paused to take a good look at her friend’s immature sex.

Seeing the fascination in Gabby’s eyes, Cheryl understood exactly what the neighbor girl was feeling. She felt it, too. Pam’s cunt was an exotic flower, a blushing rose, its delicate folds begging to be kissed and licked. And I want to, dear God almighty I want to!

Closing her eyes, Gabby moved forward, grazing Pam’s belly with her lips. She nuzzled the tender skin, her nostrils flaring ever so slightly as she breathed in the nine-year-old’s scent.

What is she smelling? Cheryl asked herself, aching to breathe it in herself. What could it be? Pam’s skin, that papaya body wash she had me buy for her, a bit of sweat. Surely at least a hint of her arousal, enough to tantalize

Her heart raced even faster when Gabby’s kisses went lower, below Pam’s belly button, pausing a mere inch or so above her daughter’s slit.

Outside looking in, Cheryl suddenly exploded in a climax she couldn’t control. Clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, she found herself kneeling in the dirt, coming over and over, praying all the while that she couldn’t be heard or seen.

She got back up as soon as she could on trembling legs, not wanting to miss a second of the show. When she peered through the window, Cheryl watched Kelly finger herself again as the two younger girls shared a lustful kiss.

After a while, Kelly interrupted them. “Hey, are you guys ready to come?”

The girls broke apart. “What do you mean, ‘come’?” Pam asked. “Come where?”

“She means to have an orgasm, doofus,” Gabby said, nudging her friend. “Oh, yeah, Kel… I’m totally into that!”

“Oh, Pam, by the way…” Kelly said. “I licked Gabby’s pussy, and she loved it.”

Pam gasped, her eyes huge. “You did? To your own sister?”

“Why not?” Kelly replied with a shrug. “I love her, she loves me, and besides, she’s a major cutie. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with her?”

A dazed Pam shook her head as if to clear it. “Um… I guess?”

“It’s the best, Pammy,” Gabby chimed in.

Kelly’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Wanna watch me lick her now?”

Pam mulled the idea over for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“C’mere, baby sister,” said Kelly, beckoning the girl with a crook of her index finger.

A giggling Gabby leaped onto the bed, bounced a few times, then casually stretched out on her back. “I’m rea-dyyyy,” she purred, placing both hands behind her head.

“So I see,” Playfully mussing her sister’s hair, Kelly carefully spread Gabby’s legs open, making sure that Cheryl would have a good view of her cunt from outside. “Come sit over here, Pam,” she added, patting the bed. “You’re gonna watch me fuck Gabby with my tongue.”

“Hurry, Kelly… I can’t wait!” Gabby exclaimed. “Make me come in your mouth.”

Kneeling next to her little sister, Kelly bent down to put her mouth to Gabby’s pussy. She began with a kiss, then brought her tongue into play, sliding it sideways through the moist pink cleft again and again.

“Omigosh, that’s soooo good,” Gabby moaned, caressing her upper half with both hands.

Their audience was riveted. Seated on her haunches, Pam had a hand tucked between her thighs and was gently rubbing herself. As for Cheryl, she stared through the gap in the window. She loved the sight of Kelly going down on her sister, but she was also thrilled to see her daughter masturbating to it.

By then, Gabby was so worked up that it only took her a couple of minutes to climax. Her little-girl body jerked and shook, then went still.

Raising herself, Kelly smiled down at the dazed girl. “How was that, kiddo?”

“Kiss me,” Gabby demanded, reaching up for her big sister.

They came together in a torrid kiss. Gabby licked around Kelly’s mouth, purring with delight as she tasted herself. Finally breaking away, she looked at her sister, then at her friend. “You have to feel this for yourself, Pam. Let Kelly lick you now, so I can watch.”

“Is that okay?” Pam asked Kelly.

“Oh, absolutely,” Kelly replied. “I’ve been wanting to taste your pussy for ages!”

Cheryl was masturbating again, working herself up to a second orgasm as her daughter and Gabby swapped places, leaving Pam’s thighs open and her pussy on full display. Oh my God, what a lovely, lovely sight, she told herself. 

Kelly began to move a finger up and down Pam’s bare slit. “Have you ever played with any other girls besides Gabby?”

“Um, sort of,” Pam answered, already relaxing to Kelly’s touch.

“If I were you, I’d want to do stuff like this with your big sister. Ever get to see Ali with no clothes on?”

“S-sometimes,” Pam stammered. She was starting to grow short of breath.

“Know what you ought to do? Tell Ali I licked your pussy. I bet if you asked really nice, she’d do that for you. Would you like to do sexy stuff with her?”

“Oooooh, yeah… th-that would be totally cool.”

Bending down like before, Kelly brought her lips within inches of Pam’s slit, but no closer. When she felt the warmth of the older girl’s breath, Pam whimpered, spreading her legs even farther apart. “Please…” she begged.

But Kelly had another question. “What about your mom? Ever seen her naked?”

“Uh-uh,” Pam said, her voice thick with desire. Kelly was nuzzling the insides of her thighs.

“Would you like to? I’d love to see my mother naked. I think about that a lot. I’d like to see yours, too.”

“Uh, I d-did see Mom in her underwear this one time. She’s way sexy.”

On the other side of the window, Cheryl mauled her cunt, imagining her little girl sneaking peeks at Mommy in skimpy lingerie… then pictured herself undressing for Pam. Those pretty blue eyes, filled with hope as she watches her mother get naked… Fuck, I’m about to go off again!

As for Gabby, she didn’t know what to make of this part of the conversation. Why is Kelly talking that way about Mom? Does she want to… to do stuff with her?

Though Gabby had been paying a lot more attention to beautiful women since she and her sister had started fooling around, the idea of sex with their mother had never occurred to her. Is this something I should even be thinking about? she asked herself.

It was too much for the nine-year-old to process right then, so she filed the idea away for later.

Kelly paused to breathe in the scent of pussy, then extended her tongue to take a lick. Seconds later, her mouth covered the girl’s sex. Pam was mewling with pleasure, both hands tightened into little fists.

As she feasted on that luscious cunt, Kelly soon realized she could put her finger nearly all the way into Pam’s tight vagina. Once inside, she started moving that finger around in small circles, opening the little girl up to even deeper penetration.

“Oh, oh, oh…!” cried Pam, her eyes wide in astonishment. Then they drifted shut as the child gave herself over to pleasure.

Time to get her off, Kelly decided. She pressed her tongue lightly to Pam’s tiny clit and began to flick the tender bud. Moments later, Pam had the strongest orgasm of her young life.

Watching her daughter come, Cheryl was battered by a second climax of her own. Her hand was a blur as she fucked herself hard, fast and as deep as she could, forcing three fingers into the juicy cauldron of her cunt.

The three girls rested on the bed together, Pam basking in the afterglow of her ecstasy. Outside the window, Cheryl continued to stare at the naked youngsters as she licked the honey from her fingers. Finally, she zipped and buttoned up her shorts, trying to compose herself. Her head was still spinning from what she’d seen.

Kelly finally roused the two younger girls, saying, “Well, that was fun. Did you guys like it?”

“I always do,” Gabby said, wearing a silly grin. “You’re the awesomest big sister in the world.”

Still feeling giddy, Pam slowly shook her head. “Mmmm… wow. I never felt anything like that. You’re right, Gabs – it’s the best.”

“Well… I guess we better get dressed now.” Kelly sighed.

Once the girls had gathered up their clothes, Kelly arranged Pam and Gabby so their backs were to the window.

Cheryl felt herself get wet all over again as she took one last long look at Pam and Gabby’s bare bottoms. A sigh escaped her lips as the girls put on the last of their clothes and exited the study. Well, it was great while it lasted.

Emerging from her hiding place, Cheryl made her way over to the garden hose and turned on the water. She took a long, cool drink, then ran some over her hands and then the back of her neck.

The phone was ringing as she entered the house. Cheryl answered, and as she spoke watched Kelly, Pam and Gabby playing a video game in the living room. It was hard to believe these three fresh-faced young girls had just participated in a lesbian threesome.

After a brief chat, Cheryl put the phone down. “Kelly, Gabby… your mom wants you to come home.”

Hugs and goodbyes were exchanged, and Pam watched through the window as her friends made their way through the back yard and toward their house.

Once they were safely indoors, Pam approached her mother. “Mom, could Gabby and Kelly come back tonight for a sleepover? Please?”

Haven’t you had enough sex for one day? Cheryl was tempted to ask. Instead, she said, “Oh, honey… I’d be fine with that, but they’re going to be out of town for the weekend. Linda got a ticket to a really fancy spa, so she’s taking Kelly and Gabby to visit their aunt Jan for a couple of days. They’re leaving this afternoon.”

“Oh,” was all Pam had to say, looking somewhat crestfallen.

“Hey, how about this?” Cheryl said in an effort to cheer Pam… and perhaps even stir something up between her daughters. “Maybe Ali will have a sleepover with you tonight.”

Puzzled, Pam looked at her mother. “Me and Ali? I don’t get it.”

“If Ali doesn’t mind,” Cheryl explained, “you could spend the night in her room. Just because you both live in the same house, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a sleepover. Would you enjoy something like that?”

Pam’s face lit up. “Sure!”

“Well, when your sister gets home, I’ll ask her about it… but I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Wow, what a great idea! Thanks, Mom.” Pam wrapped both arms around her mother’s middle, hugging her tightly.

Cheryl returned her daughter’s embrace, all the while thinking, And tonight when you’re sharing a bed, you can tell Ali about what you got up to today. Maybe even ask her if she’ll lick your pussy.

Burying her face in Pam’s soft hair, Cheryl breathed in its sweet scent. Outwardly, she seemed perfectly calm, but her mind was buzzing with exciting possibilities.

On to Chapter Seven!

 

Pages From a Diary, Chapter 16

  • Posted on June 22, 2024 at 2:53 pm

by Rachael Yukey

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the first 14 chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie who isn’t religious. Neither is her father Jason, or Jason’s girlfriend Lisa. Nevertheless, Mal likes them all quite a lot. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really beginning to founder, to the point of screaming matches in public. Mallory finds herself increasingly disgusted with them both, but doesn’t let it show. By then, she and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Here Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa joins in. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. At first, Megan is uneasy about coupling with such young girls, but the situation proves too tempting for her to resist. 

By then, Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning after downing nearly a fifth of whiskey. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man. She’s angry and upset… but later, a round of lovemaking with Julie and Lisa lightens her mood.

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

The next day, Mal and Julie pay a visit to Megan. Following a series of notes, they wander through the place looking for their friend, only to find Megan waiting in her bedroom.

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

Stepping into Megan’s room, the first thing I noticed was that the shades were drawn, and the only light was the hazy glow of a purple lava lamp. Megan was stretched out on her bed. She was wrapped in something lacy and black that was completely open in the front. Underneath it I could see a tiny pair of black panties that barely covered her pussy, and a black bra with purple trim.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” she said in a low, sultry voice.

Swinging her feet off the bed, Megan rose in one smooth, graceful motion. The lacy thing was a sort of cape that cascaded from her shoulders and went down almost to her feet. She spread her arms straight out to the sides, and the front of the cape fell open to fully reveal her black panties and bra. Then she let herself tumble backwards onto the bed again, laying with her arms spread wide, legs dangling off the bed and her knees apart.

She looked like the Goddess of Sex, and I couldn’t believe Julie and I were getting this gorgeous creature all to ourselves for the afternoon. I was rooted to the spot, just taking her in. A quick glance to the side told me that Julie was in the same dazed condition.

Megan’s head lifted slightly, a smile playing about her lips. “Coming?” she said.

The paralysis broke. I flung myself onto the bed, grabbed Megan around the waist and crushed my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted between my lips. Julie was on the other side nibbling Megan’s ear, then trailing kisses down along the nape of her neck.

By then me and Julie were on top of Megan, halfway draped across her body. She was thrusting her hips up and down.

I laid my hand on Megan’s belly, and she raised her butt most of the way up from the bed. Tearing her mouth away from mine, she gasped, “I’ve been lying here for half an hour,” she gasped, “and I am SO ready for this.”

Then she and Julie were kissing. It was a wild, primal kiss. I could see their tongues dancing as their faces turned. I moved downwards, kissing and nibbling her neck, shoulder and collarbone while my hand played across her belly. Then I let it slide upward to trace the swell of Megan’s breast. The black and purple bra she wore felt smooth and velvety. As I followed its curve I came to a nipple, incredibly firm even through the bra cup. She shivered as I traced a finger around it.

“Sit up,” I told her.

She and Julie broke off their kiss. Her eyes met mine. “Huh?”

“Sit up, so we can take this off.”

Her eyebrows arched in amusement, like I was some silly kid telling her what to do. “Oh, really?”

That got my dander up. “Let me see your fucking tits!” I commanded. I’ve given up on being surprised at the things that come out of my mouth during sex. What still surprises me is the way people react to what I say. Julie let out a small moan, and a shiver ran through her body. Megan’s eyes widened slightly, but she did reach for the clasp of her bra.

“Wait,” I said, and she paused. “Julie… you take it off.”

Kneeling behind Megan, Julie began kissing her shoulders as she unclasped the bra. It came loose, sliding down Megan’s arms. I spread both hands across her small, firm breasts, caressing their softness.

“There’s my tits,” said Megan, a slight smile on her lips. “Happy now, you slutty little bitch?”

Wow… THAT was unexpected. But it was also kinda hot! My panties were positively soaked. I decided to take her attitude and run with it.

“You’re the one with your tits hanging out,” I taunted her. I traced around the edge of a nipple with my tongue, and she whimpered. Julie was still nuzzling the back of her neck.

“So who’s the slut?” I went on. I gave the other nipple a single teasing lick. “The good little girl wearing a respectable church dress…” I closed my mouth over the tip of her breast, letting my teeth graze it as I pulled away, and her moan quickly became a wail. “…or the bitch waving her tits around for everyone to see?”

My mouth closed over the nipple again. My tongue caressed it; my teeth bit lightly. “Fuck!” She hissed. My eyes met hers again.

“Lie down, you fucking slut,” I told her.

Julie was grinning as she got out of the way, giving Megan room to lie back, and my greedy mouth found her nipple again. God, I love tits! I wish mine would hurry up and grow in. Julie bent down and fastened on the other breast. Our heads bumped, and our eyes met for a moment. There was a special communication in that glance, something I can’t share with anyone but Julie. It’s like there’s something extra there, something that’s only for us. I can’t explain it any better than that.

Megan gave a little moan as I let my hand slide down, moving past the waistband of those tiny little panties. Her hips jerked when I gently caressed her through the silky fabric. Applying some pressure, I made a circular motion with my fingers. Her moan was different this time… a low, guttural sound. I picked up the pace, and her damp panties grew downright saturated, dampening my fingertips. Megan’s breath was coming in harsh gasps, punctuated by those animalistic moans. A little more pressure, and the fabric began to slip into her incredibly wet pussy. She wailed.

To hell with this, I thought. Megan’s panties were narrow and sheer, and I easily pushed them to one side, then wriggled my finger into her juicy folds. She bucked wildly against me. A little further down, and two of my fingers easily slipped into her vagina. My God, she was wet!

I pushed my fingers inside as far as they would go, until my palm rested against her pussy lips. Bending down, I started kissing her shoulder and neck. Julie’s attention had shifted to Megan’s tits, her mouth roving over the soft mounds, taking in a nipple here; a nibble of flesh there.

I found Megan’s mouth with mine, and our tongues came together with an urgency that was almost violent. I began to roll my fingers around inside her pussy, my palm rubbing against her clit. Thick, warm juices were oozing out of her, and there were sloppy squelching noises with my every motion. Squeeze, release, repeat.

Megan threw her head back, tearing our mouths apart. “Harder,” she groaned.

I moved my hand a little faster.

“Harder… please! Fuck me like you mean it!” she cried.

I picked up the pace in a big way drawing my hand away till just the fingertips were in, then slamming them home. Every time my palm smacked her clit, she yelled. Her hips were pumping furiously. Then Julie’s hand slid beneath mine, her fingertips probing between the juicy pussy lips to find Megan’s clit.

“Oh, God,” Megan wailed. I was fucking her hard and fast, my palm slamming repeatedly into the back of Julie’s hand, making loud slapping sound with every thrust. Julie’s fingers were working furiously.

Megan’s head was pressing back into the mattress, her body arched, her ass raised high above the bed. “Oh, God,” she screamed again. “Oh God, oh Jesus… fuck… oh my f-fucking GAAAAAAAAWWWWW…”

That last cry seemed to go on forever. Megan’s pussy pulsed against my fingers. Her body shook helplessly, as if she was having a fit. I kept going, though I felt a spray of warm fluid against my hand as she let out a series of short, sharp cries. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed.

When I took my fingers out, Megan’s juices were literally dripping from my hand. I was pretty sure I knew what had just happened… Julie and I had read all about squirting on the internet.

I kissed Megan, briefly taking her lower lip between my teeth, then pulled away, pretending to be mad. “Did you just squirt on me?” I demanded in a near-whisper.

Megan wasn’t fooled, though. Struggling to catch her breath, she gasped. “Pretty cool, huh? You – you hit just the right spot—that’s only happened to me a couple of times before.”

“You got my hand all wet,” I said in an accusing tone. I brushed my fingers over her lips, and tongue snaked out to lick them.

“Hey, give me a taste!” Julie protested. She leaned in and trailed her tongue down the length of my middle finger.

“You like that?” I asked.

Julie smiled at me. “LOVE it,” she replied.

Turning my hand around, I smeared my wet palm across Julie’s mouth. Her greedy tongue snaked out again, licking my palm, then her lips.

My eyes met Megan’s.“See what you made me do?” I said. “She’s all messy now. It’s your fault, getting that wet stuff all over my hand.”

Megan’s eyebrows shot up. I’d just been teasing a little, but she took it a whole different way! “Have I been a bad girl?” she inquired.

“Very,” I said.

“What do I have to do to make it up to you?”

I couldn’t believe where this was going! But it excited me, so I decided to run with it.

I pointed at Julie. “Lick her face clean,” I said. I smeared the remaining wetness on my palm onto Julie’s mouth and cheeks.

Megan rolled onto her side, leaned in, and began licking Julie’s face. First a lick up one cheek, then the other, then her chin. She was getting closer and closer to Julie’s mouth.

I began running the fingers of one hand through Julie’s thick hair, caressing her thighs with the other. She wore a pair of leggings under a short red dress, and my hand disappeared beneath the skirt. Megan was licking Julie’s lips now, and Julie was rocking her hips up and down as I inched slowly up her thigh.

Megan looked like she was about to give Julie a big, messy kiss, but I had another idea. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but Megan and Julie kept letting me take control, seemed to WANT me to take control, and I was loving every second of it!

“Hey, wait,” I said. It was hard to sound commanding when I was so turned on I could hardly catch my breath, but I did my best. “Are you about to kiss her? Because you’re still making up for getting my hand all messy. You have to ASK before you get treats, girl.”

“I’m sorry I made a mess,” said Megan, her mouth set in a sorrowful pout. “Can I please kiss her now?”

“Kiss her,” I said, making it sound like I was telling her to instead of giving permission.

Megan and Julie kissed, deep and sexy. My hand was up under Julie’s dress now, and I let my fingers drift beneath the waistband of her leggings.

Then I had another idea. I took my hand away and sat up, tapping Megan’s shoulder. She broke the kiss and looked up at me.

“You were bad,” I said, “and her face got dirty because of it. She’s the one you need to make it up to. Julie, if you could have anybody do something for you right now, what would it be?”

Julie met my eyes, and gave me a ferocious grin. “I want my pussy licked!” she exclaimed.

I turned to Megan. “Get her naked, then give her what she wants.”

Wrapping both arms around Julie’s shoulders, Megan guided her into a sitting position. She tugged the dress out from under Julie’s butt, then up over her head. I slid around behind Julie, pressed myself against her and rained kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. Taking her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, I gently squeezed.

Megan’s hands were clutching the waistband of Julie’s leggings, but trying to pull them down from this position was a little awkward. I got out of the way so Julie could lie down, and Megan tugged her panties and leggings off in one motion.

“Tease her first,” I said. “Make her crazy for it.”

Megan began to leave quick flashing kisses up and down the inside of Julie’s thighs. She’d come within a quarter inch of kissing her pussy, then pull away. I was running the fingers of both hands through Julie’s hair, then I leaned in and kissed her hard. Julie met my kiss with fire and enthusiasm, her tongue darting between my parted lips. I continued to stroke her hair with one hand, caressing her belly with the fingertips of the other. Julie was desperate to be licked, thrusting her hips every time Megan’s mouth came close to her center.

“Oh, God,” murmured Megan.

I broke the kiss and looked down at her. “What?”

“Her cunt… it smells so good,” she said.

I felt a little thrill when she said that. Something about the word “cunt,” really gets me going. Because it sounds so dirty, I guess. “Good enough to eat?” I asked Megan.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Put your finger in her,” I said.

Megan blinked. “Wait, have you guys gone there yet?”

“Do what I said,” I told her in a low, serious voice. “Julie loves to get finger-fucked, don’t you Julie?”

By then, Julie was trembling all over. She didn’t speak, just nodded.

“So, quit arguing with me and put your finger in her cunt!” God, I was being SO bad… and I loved it!

Megan caressed Julie’s outer lips for a second, then probed inward with her middle finger. She carefully slipped it inside, eyes on Julie’s face the whole time. I knew if she saw the smallest sign that Julie wasn’t into it, she’d stop no matter what I said. Not that there was any danger of that – Julie was moving her hips forward and back, trying to fuck Megan’s finger before it was even all the way in.

Once her finger was buried in Julie all the way, Megan paused for a moment, still staring at Julie. “You good?” she asked.

Julie nodded vigorously. “Fuck me, please.”

Megan’s eyes met mine, as if she was waiting for permission.

“You heard what she said,” I hissed. “Fuck her! And get that tongue in there!”

Megan started working her finger in and out, then she lowered her face to Julie’s pussy. Julie shuddered, her breath increasingly ragged and harsh.

Suddenly I was feeling unbearably hot. I reached around to unzip my dress, and pulled it over my head, leaving me in nothing but panties. Julie let out a moan as I threw my dress onto Megan’s desk chair, then her hand shot out, grabbed mine, and gave it a hard squeeze. “I l-love you, Mal,” she whispered.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I started fondling myself through my panties with my free hand. A little pressure, and an involuntary whimper escaped my lips. I leaned over, said, “Love you too, Julie,” and began kissing… no, feasting on Julie’s neck.

Julie was glassy-eyed with pleasure, her ass pressing down hard into the bed with every swipe of Megan’s tongue.  The juicy sounds of sex seemed to fill the room, and it had me hotter than a furnace.

Suddenly Julie was screaming, her hips bucking up and down, squeezing my hand so hard it hurt a little. Megan didn’t let up, though… she kept right on fingering and licking until Julie shoved her away, blurting, “Oh my God, STOP!”.

I was rubbing my pussy fast and hard through my panties, getting off on seeing Julie come so hard. Out of the corner of my eye I just barely registered Megan raising her head and grinning.

Turning to Julie, she pointed at me. “Get her,” she said.

Before I knew what was what, Julie tackled me. We went down together, then Megan shoved me onto my back. Yanking my panties down and off, she slid her hand up the inside of my leg, but before she got to where I desperately needed to be touched, Julie was nudging her out of the way. “Look out, this one’s mine!” she exclaimed.

She buried her face in my cunt, her tongue moving fast and furious inside me.

Oh. My. GOD.

Megan began to suck my nipples, Julie sucked my clit between her lips, and I went off like a bomb. I was screaming, my body seized up, and the world seemed far away and unreal. I vaguely remembered something like this happening that day in Lisa’s bedroom. What had she called it…? Before I had an answer, the room went dark around me.

The next thing I knew, Megan was shaking my shoulder.

“Mallory! Oh, my God… Hey! Mal…?”

I rubbed my eyes, then opened them to see Julie tugging on Megan’s arm.

“Relax!” she said. “This happened before. Lisa said…. um, I mean… We found out it’s just something that happens to some people when they come extra hard. It’s called the little death. She’s okay.”

I shook my head to clear it, then smiled at Megan to let her know I really was okay. Megan let out a sigh of relief, then let herself collapse back onto the bed. She still had the lacy black cape clasped around her shoulders, and her panties were still on. I hadn’t even taken them off, just shoved the front to one side. She looked insanely sexy like that.

“Wow,” Megan was saying, almost to herself. “Who knew I’d love being dommed?”

“Huh?’ said Julie.

Megan pointed at me. “Mal. She’s a dom.”

“A what?” I said.

“It’s short for dominant. You take charge in bed, and make lovers submit to you. Lots of people want to be dominant, and they just don’t have what it takes. But there’s something about you that makes everyone want to follow your lead. You tell me what to do, and it’s like… like I just have to! And it turns me on. It’s hot as fuck.”

“That’s it!” Julie exclaimed. “Dominant. I’ve been trying to find the right word for how Mallory gets when we have sex, and that’s totally it. And yeah, it’s way hot!”

I looked from Megan to Julie. “So… you guys don’t mind? Me ordering you around?”

“Well… it would get old if it was all the time,” said Megan. “I mean, I’ve heard of people who are full-on submissives who only want to be dominated, but that’s not me. I doubt Julie’s like that, either. But if you don’t overuse it, I think it’s great! I never thought I’d like something like that, but it was hella sexy. Especially ‘cause you’re so quiet most of the time. Who knew you’d be a total alpha girl when you came out of your shell?”

That’s something I’ve been thinking about ever since Megan said it. We studied alpha behavior a little in school, enough to know that in humans, males are more likely to have alpha personalities than females. Chief Moen is one.

Is that me? It’s hard to believe. But lying there naked, with Julie naked beside me and Megan mostly naked, I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it. Besides, Megan was still talking.

“So…” she was saying. “When did you two start doing penetration? I was too scared to try putting anything in my pussy until I was almost fourteen!”

“It’s only been Julie so far,” I said. “It was almost by accident… I was playing with her pussy and my finger just slipped in. She liked it, so I didn’t stop. I haven’t had anything in mine yet. Guess I’m still a little scared.”

Megan slid to the edge of the bed, got up, and padded across the room to her dresser. She dug around inside and came up with a small plastic bottle.

“What’s that?” said Julie, sitting up.

Megan returned to the edge of the bed, and turned the label towards us.

“Cherry flavored personal lubricant?!” I exclaimed. “Whoa!”

“Sure! Makes things extra slippery, and if you want to eat somebody out after you use it, it’s super tasty! Regular lube tastes totally gross… Believe me, that’s a mistake you only make once. Anyway, this stuff makes getting fucked really easy. If you like, we can take care of your first time right here, right now.” She held up two fingers. “What do you think?”

Did I want to get finger-fucked? I felt myself getting aroused all over again by the idea. I didn’t say a word, just lay back, spread my legs wide, and smiled up at Megan.

She grinned back at me, then looked at Julie. “Your fingers are skinnier than mine,” she said, “so you go first. Ready?”

Julie nodded. Megan knelt on the bed, popped the lid on the bottle, and upended it right above my cunt. The liquid flowed out, drizzling down onto my pussy lips and into the folds. I could feel it oozing down into the crack of my butt, and somehow that turned me on even more. It was a little cold, but I didn’t mind. The scent of cherries filled the room.

Megan nodded to Julie. “Okay, go for it. Be gentle.”

Julie reached out with her right hand, using two fingers to massage the slippery liquid into and between my swollen lips. I shivered as her finger brushed my clit, a tiny gasp escaping my lips. She went lower, lightly teasing my entrance with the tip of one finger.

I raised my hips, aching to have that finger inside me. Megan dribbled out a little more fluid where the tip of Julie’s finger was circling the outside of my vagina. All my senses were tingling.

Julie’s eyes met mine, and I nodded. She pushed her finger in, just a little. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but I felt the pressure, and it was a bit uncomfortable. Julie noticed and began to take her finger back out, but I grabbed her wrist.

“It’s okay,” I got out. “Don’t stop. Just take it slow.”

The discomfort was starting to fade. I tugged a little on Julie’s wrist, and her finger slipped in a little deeper. The pressure didn’t get any worse, so I told her, “Keep going.”

The sensation of something inside that part of my body was thrilling, and also a little scary. It wasn’t the kind of intense pleasure I get when my clit is touched… more like a tingling warmth and a feeling of fullness. I felt pretty sure that it wouldn’t take much to make me come.

Soon Julie’s finger was all the way inside of me, right up to the palm of her hand. “Is that okay?” she asked.

“It doesn’t really hurt,” I said. “A little uncomfortable, I guess.” I was surprised by how unsteady my voice sounded. For someone who had a super-intense orgasm just a few minutes earlier, I sure was turned on!

“Sounds like you both got off easy,” Megan observed. “My first time, I bled like a stuck pig. You just need to relax, Mal. So here’s what we’ll do… Julie can keep her finger in there and eat that luscious cherry-flavored pussy of yours, and you let her know when you’re ready for that finger to start moving.”

Megan leaned in close, and we shared a slow, tender but very passionate kiss. She was blocking my view of Julie, but I could feel her shifting around between my legs, her tongue exploring my outer lips. I raised my hips to meet her, and that wonderful, warm tongue began circling my clit.

I gasped into Megan’s mouth. She almost pulled away, but I planted my hand on the back of her head and held her there. Our kiss intensified.

I was downright giddy from the sensations Julie was creating down below. Having something inside me while my clit was being licked seemed to heighten all my senses. And Megan was right; my vagina had relaxed enough that Julie’s finger was totally comfortable.

Suddenly I needed that finger to move. I tore my mouth away from Megan’s.“Fuck me, Julie!” I demanded.

Her finger began to move; tentatively at first, then picking up the pace as my body began to move in time with Julie’s pumping wrist. I wrapped my arm around Megan, clutching her to me as if I was afraid she was about to run away.

“Oh, God,” I heard myself saying. “Oh, my God. Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH…!”

I wailed and screamed as I came. I don’t think Julie even had to move her finger while my hips bucked up and down. She’s fucking me, I kept telling myself, Julie is fucking me! Her finger sliding in and out easily, slick with the lubricant and my own juices.

It kept getting more and more intense until I thought my heart was about to give out. Then Megan said, “Um, Julie? I think she’s had enough.” The finger disappeared, and my body went limp.

The next thing I knew, I was sandwiched between Julie and Megan, and they were both cuddling me. I could tell that getting me off them feeling horny all over again.

I looked from Megan to Julie. “You guys aren’t ready to quit just yet, right?”

“No way!” Julie exclaimed. “God, Mal, fucking you was SO hot… I’m totally ready for more!”

“Count me in,” Megan said with a brisk nod.

“Excellent,” I said. “So here’s what we’re gonna do…”

Moments later, Julie was on her back, while Megan was on all fours, lowering her pussy to Julie’s mouth. Julie licked her a few times, then slid two fingers into that sweet opening and started pumping them in and out. Meanwhile, I was on down on my belly between Julie’s legs, fucking her with one finger while I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips rocked back and forth against my face.

From where I lay, I had a great view of Megan’s ass, and Julie’s fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. I wanted to burn that image into my brain forever. Megan was repeatedly moaning, “Oh, oh, oh,” and Julie was humming loudly as her tongue did its dirty work.

Soon Megan came with a yell, clutching her breasts with shaking hands. She reached around to seize Julie’s wrist, clumsily withdrew my friend’s fingers from her dripping hole, then rolled off onto her back.

Julie’s pussy was starting to feel more loose and relaxed, so I decided to try another finger. It went in easily, and once I went back to moving in and out of her… well, that was all it took. She came right then, moaning and pushing her ass so far down into the bed, my mouth lost contact with her clit. I was about to take it between my lips again, but Julie quickly gasped, “N-no more, Mal. I’m – I’m good.”

We lay in a happy silence for a while, spent and satisfied. Finally, Megan slid up onto one elbow.

“So, Julie,” she said, with an air of somebody choosing her words with care. “When we were talking about orgasms before – y’know, that ‘little death’ thing… you started to say something about Lisa, then stopped. What’s up with that?”

Julie and I shared a quick glance.

“Ummm…” said Julie. “Well, Lisa… um, answers questions for us sometimes, you know? Like when we don’t understand something, we go to her. Know what I mean?”

“Uh-huh,” said Megan, an amused light in her eyes. “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. What’s really going on?”

Julie looked a little panicked, so I stepped in. “We promised we wouldn’t talk about it,” I said.

“Helped you guys out a little, has she?” Megan snickered. “There’s rumors about her, you know. Like, that she got caught messing around with other girls when she was in high school. Everybody was kinda wondering if she was gay, or maybe bisexual. Bi, I guess.”

Julie and I exchanged another look, then she sighed. “Fine. You’re right. Me and Mal have, um, done stuff with Lisa.”

Megan raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

“Pretty much,” I said. “More than once, too.”

“Wow,” Megan whispered, slowly shaking her head. ”Maybe I should see if I can get her alone sometime. Who knows what that could lead to?”

What, indeed? My mind was full of possibilities… and it made me think of something else.

“You know what?” I said. “I think… I think my mom might be into girls, but she doesn’t know it yet.”

Boy, did that get their attention! I gave them a short version of the conversation I’d had with Mom… and how hot it made me. Then I told them about listening to my mother while she masturbated, and riding my pillow right after.

“Am I onto something here? Or am I way off?” I asked them.

“You could be right,” said Megan. “Planning to do anything about it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said, although I knew perfectly well what Megan was getting at.

“Well, I kind of want to do something about it!” she replied with a laugh. “Just the thought of it is getting me hot… I mean, your mom is a fuckin’ babe.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, “but she’s my mom. It feels weird that I think she’s a babe.”

Megan shrugged. “I bet lots of queer girls have fantasies about their mothers. Hell, I got myself off once after seeing my mom naked… and she’s not nearly as sexy as yours.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, and our talk turned to other things. It felt good to just lie there naked together, passing the afternoon. Finally we realized it was getting late. Julie had promised to call her dad in plenty of time to be home for dinner.

“We should shower again,” said Megan. “Wouldn’t do to send you back to your folks smelling like cherry lube and pussy.” We all got giggling at that.

In the shower, Megan suddenly slapped her forehead.

“Damn,” she said. “I was gonna introduce you to the joys of detachable shower heads, but I forgot. It’s a little late now. No biggie; we’ll make it a point next time.”

Julie phoned Jason, and we had our boots and coats on by the time his truck pulled in. He honked the horn, and we piled into the entryway. Julie and I each shared one last passionate kiss with Megan, kissed each other, then opened the door and stepped out into the cold.

There’s more to tell about today, but I’ll have to finish up tomorrow. It’s late, and I have to get up early for school.

On to Chapter Seventeen!

 

Mother-Daughter Bond

  • Posted on June 18, 2024 at 4:20 pm

by Karin Halle

Despite having first started menstruating when I was twelve, I was suffering from irregular periods two years later. And when they did come, they were heavy and very painful.

My mum and I decided I should see our family doctor, Amy Colliss, who had been a friend of Mum’s ever since they were in high school together. Obviously, she had known me my entire life.

Doctor Amy took me into the examination room by myself, asking Mum to wait outside but telling her that she would bring her in later, provided I agreed. It made me feel pretty special to be offered confidentiality, just as if I was an adult.

I told Amy my problem, although she already knew about it in general terms. Previously, she had expected that things would settle down, but this time agreed that we shouldn’t wait any longer to do something about it. She began to examine me, explaining that everything appeared to be in order, and that my problem was most likely hormonal. The name she used for the condition was something I couldn’t remember, but she also told me that it could probably be controlled by medication.

Then she asked if I would consent to Mum being brought into the consultation. I’ve always had a good relationship with Mum and could always be open around her, so I said it wouldn’t be a problem.

Doctor Amy took Mum through what she’d told me, but when she got to the part about medication, Mum asked what meds she was talking about.

“The Pill,” Doctor Amy told her.

Mum was rather shocked. “But Katie’s too young to be on the Pill. It’s a contraceptive, and she’s not having sex.”

“Let me correct you on a few things, Deb,” Doctor Amy said patiently. “The Pill works as a contraceptive by controlling the patient’s hormone levels. That’s why it helps with period problems such as Katie’s. So it’s not just to prevent pregnancy.

“Next, have you seen Katie lately? She’s a young woman, not a child. She might not be sexually active yet, but she’s certainly old enough that she could be – and to need contraception if she was.” I heard Mum gasp at that. “I know more than a few girls her age who need to take the Pill because they’re having sex. And there are others who use it for the same problem Katie has.”

I put in my bit, too. “I’m not interested in boys, but lots of girls in my class are. Some of them aren’t virgins anymore, either. I am, though. Aren’t I, Doctor Amy?”

I was a little smug about my chastity. Doctor Amy smiled, and assured Mum that I appeared to be, as claimed, a virgin.

Mum, however, wasn’t yet convinced. “Aren’t there any other ways to deal with this, Amy?” she asked.

Doctor Amy leaned back in her chair reflectively. “There are a number of alternative solutions, yes.” Holding up a hand, she counted off a bunch of other options.

“Katie can wait until menopause, after which she won’t have any more periods. Or she could have a hysterectomy – that would also solve the problem. Obviously, waiting for menopause is not practical. And a hysterectomy is rather extreme.

“Then again, she could have a baby. In many cases such as Katie’s, the hormonal changes that come with pregnancy and childbirth settle the menstrual cycle down after the baby is born. But I don’t recommend getting pregnant as a method of solving period problems. And then finally, she could become sexually active. That also tends to make the hormones act in a more regular manner. However, I realise that, as a solution for Katie, that’s also no good.”

Mum had remained silent through this list of options. “So you really think the Pill is the only way?” she asked quietly.

Doctor Amy got serious. “Deb, if that doesn’t resolve the matter, we’ll have to look at other possible avenues. That might involve keyhole surgery to see inside her abdomen to check that everything really is okay. I’ve only done an external examination by touch, and a visual inspection inside. It’s actually medically appropriate to give the Pill a try first.”

Amy paused for a moment to let all that sink in. Then she continued with another suggestion that was guaranteed to outrage my mother. “I also think that masturbation could help Katie,” she said, receiving a shocked “What?!” from Mum in response.

“That also activates the hormones,” Doctor Amy explained. “In the same way that sex does. After all, it’s fundamentally the same thing.”

Mum struggled to regain her ability to speak, and when she found her voice again, it contained an element of annoyance. “So you’re saying my fourteen-year-old daughter should start masturbating?!”

Doctor Amy seemed unconcerned. “You know me, Deb. I always tell it straight. Even more so with you two because I care so much about you both. Besides, I’m sure Katie’s already masturbating. Most kids her age do, you know.”

Mum looked at me questioningly, her eyes wide.

I was too embarrassed to speak, so I simply nodded, which caused her mouth to drop open.

“Oh…” Mum said, and when it was apparent she had nothing else to add, Doctor Amy continued.

“See, Deb, she’s already masturbating. Like I said, Katie’s not a child anymore.”

Mum was now the colour of a fire truck. She appeared to want to say something, then changed her mind.

Before Mum had been invited to join the consultation, Doctor Amy suggested that I might be a bit uncomfortable talking about some of this stuff with Mum, and very generously offered to lead the discussion if I preferred it that way, which I certainly did.

“Deb, I don’t mean just masturbating to get off, to feel good. I mean having real, genuine orgasms.”

Mum’s cheeks became a shade deeper. Her embarrassment was not yet complete, however. Not quite!

“Do you have any toys she could use?” Doctor Amy asked.

Mum’s answer caused both Doctor Amy and I to break up laughing. “Toys? What kind of toys?”

Amy shook her head at Mum’s naivety, before telling her plainly, “Sex toys, of course.”

Mum looked utterly scandalised. “I don’t know what – I don’t have … No, I don’t do that!”

Now it was Doctor Amy’s turn to look surprised. “You’re kidding? Aren’t you? You and Matt split up, what, five years ago? I know you haven’t been in a relationship since then. In fact, I can’t even remember you mentioning going on any dates. Are you telling me you haven’t been diddling yourself?”

“No, I haven’t been diddling myself!”

“Wow, I don’t know how you do it,” Doctor Amy said. “I don’t date much either, but if I don’t get myself off regularly, I go crazy!”

We sat for a moment taking all this in, before Doctor Amy continued. “Well, anyway, even if you don’t jill yourself, Katie certainly does. I think she might need something to bring on a stronger orgasm. A vibrator, say. But not a big one – she doesn’t want to rupture her hymen, if she can help it.” She paused, considering. “Perhaps something small that she can use externally,” she suggested, nodding at me enthusiastically. “A buzz bomb, maybe.”

Mum and I both came out with, “A what?” at the same time.

“A buzz bomb. A small vibrator, about the size and shape of an egg,” Doctor Amy explained, making an egg shape with her fingers. “It vibrates and can be used on the outside, but it’s also small enough to go between the labia or even into the vestibule of the vagina. But not too deep, and not shoved in too hard. Or perhaps a bullet might be better for Amy – they’re nice and slender.”

Mum was absolutely mortified, but somehow managed to stammer, “W-where do… where would I get  things like that?”

Doctor Amy grinned again. “At an adult store, of course. I can give you a prescription, if you like. I don’t think adult stores require you to present a doctor’s order prior to purchase, though.”

After discussing the matter a bit longer, Mum reluctantly agreed to get a prescription for the Pill, and to get me one of those bullet things. The prescription was easy enough, but Mum didn’t have the slightest clue where any adult stores were located. There was certainly nothing like that in our quiet little suburb.

I proposed that we should try going to a bigger shopping centre where there might be such stores, perhaps discreetly hidden down side streets.

Acting on that suggestion, we eventually found the type of shop we were looking for. Mum looked furtively up and down the street before we went inside, ensuring nobody she knew was around.

The only person inside was a young woman behind the counter. We were looking around, somewhat bewildered by the vast array of items on display. Some of them we were unable to even identify, or even guess at the purpose of. When the assistant came over, asking if we needed any assistance, Mum mumbled something like, “Oh, we’re just looking,” sounding simultaneously unconvincing and embarrassed.

When Mum finally plucked up the courage to tell the assistant we wanted to buy a bullet, the assistant’s knowing smile prompted Mum to exclaim, “It’s for her, not me!”

The assistant regarded me suspiciously. “Can I ask how old you are?” she said.

“Fourteen,” I told her.

The woman looked rather alarmed. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” she told me, then turned to Mum. “And you should know better.”

As I went to wait outside, I could hear Mum protesting. “No, no. It’s not like that! She’s my daughter, and it’s a medical condition!”

Finally, Mum emerged from the shop with a small package and a very red face. Whatever she’d done to explain had clearly borne fruit, though not without some degree of humiliation.

As we reached the main street, Mum scouted the throng of pedestrians once again, still ashamed to be seen coming out of an adult store. Since I’d already been standing outside for some time, it was probably too late for discretion. If anybody we knew had seen me, they would have come up to have a chat, and we’d have probably still been talking when Mum emerged from the shop. I would have loved to have seen how she handled that! Anyway, as it turned out, we reached our car without encountering anyone we knew.

By the time we reached the privacy of our living room, we were both curious to see this device, and Mum asked if I would show it to her. There were no instructions in the box, but we soon discovered that it screwed apart in the middle in order to take a battery. There was also a little cord attached to one end, something like the string of a tampon. It was as long as my finger, and about as wide. We slipped a battery in and put the two sections back together, then switched it on.

It didn’t seem very impressive sitting there in the palm of my hand, buzzing away, but then a hand wasn’t where it was intended to be used.

Being less inhibited than Mum, I decided to try it out. Taking a seat on the sofa, I hoisted my skirt and pressed the thing against my pussy through my panties. The sensation was incredible and immediate, causing me to gasp in surprise.

Without even thinking about what I was saying, I told Mum, “Holy shit! You have to try this thing! It feels… Oh fuck, it’s amazing.

Needless to say, Mum didn’t approve of my language, but I was unable to describe it any other way.

Bullet still buzzing away, I held it out to Mum. After regarding it with some suspicion, she took it cautiously, as if it might explode in her hand. She sat down and reached under her skirt, just like I’d done, but then hesitated.

“No, you’ve gotta try it, Mum!” I said, encouraging her. “You’re gonna love it. Really, you will!”

When she brought it to her crotch, it was clear she enjoyed it every bit as much as I had.

“Oh, God…” she said, then quickly pulled the bullet from between her legs.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Don’t you like it?”

She took a steady breath before answering. “I do. I just feel embarrassed about doing something like that.” Gingerly, she handed it back to me.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I told her. “Here, let me try it properly.”

I stood up and slipped off my panties, then sat back down. Reaching under my skirt, I held the bullet to my bare pussy. Starting at my mound, I moved it down over my thin patch of soft, light coloured hair, and onto my clit, which reacted spectacularly, leaping to attention. I leapt a little, too.

Totally oblivious to the fact that Mum was beside me, I gasped, then gave a long, low moan

Though I was reluctant to move the buzzer away from my button, I was eager to apply it to my slit, to see how that felt. Already wet down there, the toy slid easily through my folds.

“Oh, fuck!” I squealed, remembering this time that Mum was there. I peered at her sheepishly, expecting a reproach for my bad language. There was no need for worry on that point however – she was just sitting there with her mouth hanging open, watching me.

“Perhaps your bedroom’s a better place to do that,” Mum suggested when she realised she had my attention.

Deciding that I hadn’t quite finished road testing the bullet, I rose and started for my bedroom. Then a thought struck me. I turned to Mum and asked, “Do you want to watch me do it some more?”

“Yes…” Mum replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, please, baby.”

In my room I quickly removed my clothes and lay on the bed. Mum was gazing at my body with interest. My legs were still skinny, my hips not yet flared. The hair on my pubis was soft and downy, and my belly was flat. My breasts were not large, but at least they were a reasonable size for my age, nicely shaped and topped by small pink nipples.

Unlike many teenagers, I had no significant concerns about my body, confident that as I continued developing I would grow into myself.

Mum hadn’t seen me naked this closely for years. “Amy was right,” she murmured. “You’re not a little girl anymore…”

Now nude, I repeated the process with the tiny joy toy: mound, pubes, clit, and finally slit. Everything it touched felt good, and I wondered idly if it was possible to buy one that had four buzzing surfaces so as to cover all parts at the same time. The fact that I was getting myself off in front of my mother was no longer of any concern to me. All that mattered right then was having an orgasm.

I reached down with my other hand to spread my pussy lips, then gently applied the toy to the inner surfaces. My heart thumped in my chest, and my breathing was becoming heavier. The only things that I had ever put inside me before were tampons, and my own fingers. In the three years since I’d discovered masturbation, I’d used the latter far more frequently than the former. I wasn’t quite ready to try inserting the bullet, though, so instead I retraced my path, then repeated the process several more times.

It was becoming increasingly hard to move the toy away from my clit, which wasn’t very large, but had reacted strongly to the sensations caused by my little miracle worker. I managed to push the bullet down through my parted folds while stroking my clit with the other hand.

I moaned out loud, gazing over at my mother with no hint of self-consciousness. I hoped I wasn’t making her uncomfortable, but to my relief she showed every sign of enjoying my lewd display. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing hard. Knowing she was getting horny watching me pleasure myself was enough to drive me over the edge.

“Oh, God!” I wailed. “I’m gonna come. Oh, yes. Yes!”

It hit like nothing I had ever felt before, just as Doctor Amy had promised. My hand had always been up to the job, but unless I could make my fingers vibrate, nothing was going to beat that buzzer.

I cried out as I climaxed, then something happened that I’d never experienced before: I squirted. Not a  huge amount, but enough fluid to coat the bullet and the hand holding it. It was enough to prolong my orgasm, and I could do no more than keep my hands where they were, moaning, “Oh, God. Oh, God,” over and over again.

Once I’d calmed down a bit, I began to sob gently. Mum came and sat on the bed next to me.

“Was that good, baby?” she asked, unnecessarily, really. All I could manage was a satisfied, “Mmmm,” so she leaned over me and gently kissed away my tears. I could not recall crying since she and Dad had broken up. That had also been the last time she kissed away my tears.

“Mummy,” I said, realising I hadn’t called her that in years, “it’s your turn now.” I held the toy out to her.

Suddenly blushing, she said, “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I should.”

“You have to! It’s that good. And I want to see you. You saw me!”

Mum reddened again, but she did touch the bullet, which was still merrily vibrating away in my hand. She was still reluctant, but at last she said, “All right, then. I’ll give it a try.”

Standing up, she slowly started removing her clothes, pointlessly turning her back to me as she took off her bra. When finally naked, she turned shyly to face me.

She had no reason to be so reserved – her body was in terrific shape. Her breasts were still firm and full, showing no signs of sag. Her belly was taut and her waist was trim, and all without having to work out! The only thing that surprised me, which I had never been aware of before, was that she had shaved her pussy.

Mom’s cheeks were still flushed as she held her hand out to me, and I placed the bomb in her palm. Then she lay back beside me on the bed, and taking a deep breath, touched it to her breast.

“Oh, that is good,” she sighed in agreement. Her nipple stiffened quickly, and she did the same for the other breast. She rubbed the bomb contentedly over her tits for a while longer, then ran it down to her belly before at last moving it to her groin. I knew just how she was feeling when she moaned, “Oh, yes!”

Curiosity overcame my otherwise good manners, and I knelt on the floor between her parted knees to watch. Her clitoris emerged from its sheath as soon as the vibe hit it. It was quite large, and already showed a reddish tinge. Following my example, Mum used her other hand to flick at her clit while using the bomb to target her vagina. Her opening was more flexible than mine, and when she pushed the buzzer inside herself, I could see the end of it peeking out between her lips.

Not having had any sexual relief for years, Mum was ready to pop in no time, and pop she did. She thrashed on the bed, crying, “Oh! OH!” as the pent up heat overwhelmed her. I thought if she didn’t stop coming soon, her heart might give out. Like me, she squirted a little joy juice.

The sensuality of what we were doing, combined with my curiosity, overcame me, and I reached out to touch the liquid.

As my finger brushed against her pussy to dip into the nectar, she gasped in surprise. I sucked my digit, never taking my eyes from Mum’s. Her eyes glazed over as she watched me go back for more. Smearing two fingers in her nectar, I took one into my mouth, then reached across to offer the other to Mum.

Her eyes fixed on me, she licked her essence from my finger. I reached between her thighs and retrieved the still whirring buzzer from my mother’s cunt. Everything we were doing was so erotic, so forbidden, that I quickly became aroused again.

Putting the wet bullet to my pussy, I carefully prised myself open and slipped the end of it into my vagina, just a little way in.

As incredible as it was, I switched the little gizmo off, then gazed at Mum.

She uttered just one word. “Baby…”

Taking that as an invitation, I lay beside her on the bed, reaching out to touch her breasts – the wonderful, soft flesh; the stiffness of her nipples. I leaned over my mother and kissed her full on the mouth. That first kiss only lasted a moment. I pulled back, then leaned in again, this time for a longer exchange.

Both of us were now caught up in the moment, our hungry lips pressing together. I’m not sure which of us opened her mouth first. All I was aware of was our tongues touching, and a renewed surge of lust.

I was happily enjoying the experience of my first deep kiss when I felt Mum touch me between the legs. Her fingers ran lightly over my downy pubic hair, brushing across my clit, and then grazing along my wet pussy, hardly touching at all. Still engaged in our kiss, I found myself whimpering, and when a bead of saliva ran from the corner of my mouth, Mum snaked her tongue out and licked it up.

Gentle fingers tenderly parted my labia and rubbed around the edge of the wet opening. I knew Mum wouldn’t press any further, unwilling to risk rupturing my hymen.

“Mummy,” I said. “I want you to. Please. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want you to be the one!” I pushed my hips up against her fingers.

“Are you sure, baby?” Mum asked, unsure. “Are you absolutely certain?”

I didn’t answer in words, but simply spread my thighs even wider apart, inviting her to penetrate me. The anticipation of what she was about to do was making me increasingly wet.

Mum slid two fingers inside me until she reached my hymen, putting a hint of pressure against it. Then, crushing her mouth to mine, she plunged her tongue into my mouth and traced around my teeth. As she did so, her fingers thrust hard against my maidenhood, which opened to allow her full entry to my vagina.

An instant of sharp pain struck me, but the knowledge that Mum was responsible, and the feeling of her fingers exploring the depths of my sex, quickly replaced the brief discomfort.

I pulled back from the kiss to tell her, “Thank you, Mummy, thank you. I’m glad it was you. I love you so much.”

“Believe me, baby, it was my pleasure. And I love you, too.” Her fingers were still buried in my womanhood, unmoving. “Did it hurt much?”

“Not too bad. And it’s feeling better already. But, Mum, I don’t want you to call me ‘baby’. I’m not a baby anymore. Not after that.”

A slight sadness tinged Mum’s words. “No, you’re not, you’re a woman now. But you’ll always be my baby.”

We lay together, her fingers still inside me. I have no idea how long we were lying there like that. When we finally stirred, she removed her hand from my pussy and inspected it, the blood on her fingers proving that I was no longer a virgin.

We went to the shower in Mum’s en-suite bathroom, where there’s enough room for two people. We spent a long time under the water, because the first time we washed each other, we got so horny that we made love once more.

Eventually, we stepped out of the shower. Both still warm and high on emotions, neither of us bothered with clothes. I’d never seen Mum so unreserved – I don’t recall her being that uninhibited with Dad when he was around (although they did have a child in the house in those days).

When she asked me what I wanted for dinner, I told her I wasn’t really hungry. She decided she wasn’t either. “What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I’d like to go to bed and have a nice nap,” I told her.

“Will you come to my bed and sleep with me?”

“Of course, as long as it’s just sleep. I’m really tired.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart. I’m tired, too. We can see how we feel when we wake up.”

“I have a feeling that I’ll want to make love some more,” I said. “Remember, Doctor Amy said it might be helpful for my period problem.”

“I look forward to helping you, darling.”

Naked and holding hands, we went to Mum’s room and climbed into her bed. Cuddling up together, we quickly fell into the sleep that often follows good sex.

After a couple of hours, I stirred to something approaching wakefulness. The first thing that I became aware of was the fact that I had my mouth clamped to my mother’s breast, having apparently sought it out in my sleep.

Releasing the nipple, I looked at Mum’s face. She’d woken some time before me, and had just remained still and silent, gazing at me while I suckled in my sleep. Of course she had no milk in her breast, but it wasn’t milk she was giving me.

“Hello, sweet thing. Did you sleep well?” she said.

Looking contentedly at her, I simply purred, “Mmmmm. What time is it? How long were we asleep?”

“Long enough,” said Mum. “Do you… do you feel up to some more fun?”

“I’d like that. I so want to make love again.”

For a few minutes we kissed passionately, running our hands over each other’s body.

As my arousal increased, I remembered the little gadget that had introduced my mother and me to the joys of incest. I found it lodged under one of the pillows and switched it on, then held it out to Mum.

Taking the device from my hand, Mum must have guessed what I was thinking. “Really?” she asked.

I licked my lips to moisten my mouth, but my voice was still a croak when I said, “Yeah, I think I can take it now.”

“Let me use it on myself first,” Mum said. “I’ll get it nice and wet. Then it’ll be easier for you.”

“I can help you.” I held out my hand and Mum gave the buzzer back. She lay down on her back, then raised her legs to make access easier.

I never imagined my mother could behave in such a wanton manner. Actually, the idea of my mother doing anything sexual, including conceiving me, was practically unbelievable.

First, I ran the bullet around Mum’s pussy, getting it as wet as possible, then used the fingers of one hand to pull back her labia before bringing the toy to the entrance of her cunt. I pushed it gently but firmly, and the tip of it slipped inside her vagina. She made a sort of surprised squeak, then drew in a deep breath. As an extra thrill, I reached out and pressed a fingertip to her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” Mum gasped. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

That was as far as she got before her thighs started quivering, accompanied by a rippling belly. Her wail rose in pitch, and suddenly her pussy spat out the bullet, along with a small gush of pussy juice.

I giggled at the lewd sight, then cried out, “Do me now, Mum! Do me!”

Despite not even having time to catch her breath, Mum was almost as keen as I was. She rolled over, retrieved the bliss bomb, then lay between my legs. Putting the bullet to my hole, she began to apply light pressure.

The toy whirred against my pussy, gradually working its way inside. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate it, the inner walls of my vagina stimulated in ways I can’t begin to describe.

I have no memory of what happened next. I can only take my mother’s word for it when she told me I shrieked out in ecstasy and flailed about on the bed. The next thing I remember is Mum pulling on the little string, but I was still climaxing, and didn’t want it to leave my cunt.

“No!” I whined. “Don’t!”

“How else can I lick you?” I heard Mum coo.

The bullet slipped free, along with a little spurt of my honey, which Mum licked up hungrily. The feel of her tongue working away at my pussy was almost as good as the buzzer, and I felt juice run from me as I climaxed again.

When my convulsions had petered out to little twitches, Mum announced that she had another naughty idea. She arranged herself so that our clits were kissing each other, then slipped the bullet between us.

The effect was instantaneous, and it wasn’t long before I was coming again. That time I remember shrieking, but I was careful not to flail around – there was no way I was going to risk dislodging the fun-stick that was sending my clit into a frenzy.

With a howl of joy, another orgasm claimed Mum, and I could feel her juice oozing all over my pussy.

Exhausted, we lay together, our bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids. Mum suggested we take another shower, but I was content to wallow in the results of our love making a while longer. I also knew another shower would probably lead to more naughty fun, and I doubted my legs would support me.

I rolled onto my side and leaned across to kiss Mum. I nibbled on her upper lip, then happily ran my tongue over them until she opened her mouth. I thrust my tongue between her lips with a renewed sense of urgency, but Mum suddenly pulled away.

Before I could protest, she regarded me curiously. “How did you learn about all this stuff? It sure didn’t come from just practising kissing with girlfriends, that much I know.”

I was mortified. Mum and I had just established our own little paradise, and the last thing I wanted to do was spoil that. “No, Mum, no. I haven’t done anything with anybody! Honestly, I just read a lot!”

Mum seemed to be a little placated, but not yet fully satisfied. “What the hell kind of books have you been reading?”

“Not books, Mum. Stories online. Erotic fiction. There’s lots of websites, with all kinds of stories – thousands of them.” I elaborated: “I like the ones with lesbian stories the best – maybe that means I’m gay, I don’t know.”

“Erotica? Really?”

The look on her face was priceless – it was more than mere curiosity. It seemed apparent that my mother had no idea that such websites exist. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Until that bullet had entered our world, I think Mum had been pretty conservative sexually, maybe even a bit naive. And despite being naked on the bed with her fourteen year old daughter after indulging in lesbian incest, she still had a lot to discover.

Still, we’d shared so much in the last day or so that I wanted this intimacy to continue. Reading erotic stories together was a surefire way to get our motors primed, so to speak.

So I took my mother by the hand, led her to my bedroom and booted up my laptop. Several websites of erotic literature were attached to my start-up page, so as soon as I was online, the screen displayed three of my favourites. I clicked on one and the first screen contained a warning about the nature of the material featured in the stories.

“Unbelievable…” Mum muttered as I opened the latest story. “Can you send me a link to that website, sweetheart? I’ll check it out later. Right now, I’m going to lie down.”

“Can I come?”

“Of course, sweetie. It’s your bed too, now. But this time I’m going to sleep for a little while. I’m having a bit of trouble processing everything that’s happened.”

We went to Mum’s room, climbed into her bed and went to sleep. When finally we woke, we had sex some more, then had a shower and a meal. I wondered how our lives would be different from then on.

The End

 

The Loves and Labours of Doris Sloane, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 14, 2024 at 7:39 pm

by JetBoy & BlueJean

I

The next day saw me return to my usual self. Indeed, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed in a way I’d not experienced for a long time. I wondered if masturbating so freely had left me feeling like that, or if such a thing were even possible. If self-love was that effective a health tonic, surely everyone would be doing it, I reasoned. In my naïveté, I assumed it was mostly men who did that kind of thing, and if women were pleasuring themselves too, it must only be on the rare occasion. An indulgent sip from an exceedingly fine wine, if you will.

But there was something more important to think about – my strange encounter with Mrs. Shaw the day before. Sometimes the mind plays tricks on us, doesn’t it? We give more credence to an event than it warrants.

Do you mind me touching you like this? she had said, her hand resting on my exposed belly. What had that meant, exactly? Was it simply playful banter? Are you ticklish, Doris? Am I embarrassing you, Doris? 

And the way she’d looked into my eyes… Had I also misinterpreted that?

Good, Mrs. Shaw had half-whispered when I indicated that, no, I did not mind. Why was it good? And hadn’t she told me that I was lovely while her fingers briefly stroked the swell of my breasts? Or had I imagined those things?

Thinking can be both wistful and wishful sometimes, can’t it? And the mind can be a maze.

II

Monday morning was its usual chaotic routine of mobilisation. I roused the girls from their beds, Sophia bouncing to life like a jack-in-the-box, eager to experience the day, and Melinda shuffling around like a dormouse that’s just emerged from a long hibernation. Becky was capable of seeing to herself, and was usually up and about before me.

“So tired…” Melinda groaned with sleepy eyes, wrapping both arms around my waist and burying her head in my chest. Her hair was a mess of alarming peaks and stray wisps, lending her an adorably comic look.

“No time for cuddles, sleepyhead,” I told her. “Once you’ve dressed, washed, and brushed your teeth, I’m sure you’ll feel wide awake.”

“I’m not feeling well,” she declared with a sleepy grin. “I think I shall take the day off and go back to bed.”

“School is the best medicine for lazyitis,” I said, gently pushing her away. “Your uniform is freshly ironed and folded on your dresser. Once you’re dressed I’ll brush your hair for you.”

“We could say I was kidnapped by gypsies…”

“Uniform. Wash. Teeth. Thank you very much, Melinda,” I insisted, marching away to see how Sophia was doing.

A short while later the four of us were in Sophia’s bedroom, me brushing Melinda’s unruly hair, or at least attempting to, while Becky saw to Sophia in the same way. When I was still new to my job, I had thanked Becky for helping, only to be informed that she and her mother had been brushing the younger girls’ hair long before I arrived on the scene. Several weeks later, she seemed to be a little warmer towards me, and our morning grooming had become a comfortable and familiar ritual.

Becky sat on Sophia’s bed, tying her sister’s hair back into a ponytail while I continued to fight with Melinda’s wayward locks. A wisp of hair kept popping back up each time I attempted to batten it down. Brush. Flatten. Pop! Brush. Flatten. Pop! I glanced over at Becky in exasperation. A smile formed in one corner of her mouth.

Brush. Flatten. Pop! 

We both burst out laughing.

“Your hair’s got a mind of its own!” Sophia told her little sister.

“It’s not my fault! Stop laughing!” Melinda trilled in mock outrage, but soon enough she was giggling away with the rest of us.

Becky and I shared a brief glance. There’s nothing like laughter to break down barriers, and it seemed as if she and I might have found some common ground at last.

Mrs. Shaw was already in the dining room when I ushered the girls to the table for their breakfast. I half expected there to be an awkwardness between the two of us, and found it difficult to meet her gaze, but nothing in her demeanour seemed to indicate any change. She was perfectly polite as always, with that same sense of detachment a servant comes to expect from her mistress.

I remember feeling a touch of sorrow at that. Somehow, I had fooled myself into believing things might be different between us now, that the brief moment of intimacy we had shared might have advanced our relationship to a new level. Perhaps the way she’d looked after me when I was ill had kindled some need for a maternal figure – I had distant memories of my mother caring for me that way – or was it simply her friendship that I craved?

I berated myself for such foolishness. It was unfair of me to place that expectation on the woman who was my employer – childish, even.

Of course, I had got it all spectacularly wrong. As I would discover later that week.

III

It was late one evening, after the girls had gone to bed and I lay in mine reading a book, that I received an unexpected visit from Mrs. Shaw. The night was warm and clammy, and I had drawn the bedspread down to keep cool. My mistress was wearing a silvery satin nightgown, the thin fabric highlighting every curve of her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the gauzy material, and I knew for certain she was naked beneath.

Mrs. Shaw closed the door behind her quietly and sauntered over to me without a word. Her eyes were deep pools of blue, heavy with what I thought might be inebriation, though when she leaned towards me I could smell no trace of strong drink.

She reached out to me, her fingertips caressing my cheek, and without thinking much about it, I placed my own hand atop hers.

“You’re a very pretty girl,” she murmured. “Did anyone ever tell you that, Doris?”

I shook my head, afraid that if I spoke it might emerge as a childish squeak.

“Well, it’s true.”

Her fingers brushed through my hair, now let loose to flow freely across my shoulders. Her other hand pushed the bedspread away from my legs, then found its way onto my bare knee.

Her words from a few nights earlier echoed through my head. Do you mind me touching you this way?

I felt her fingers trail up my inner thigh; slowly, tentatively, her eyes boring into mine, gauging my reaction, defying me to tell her no. But I said not a word, simply allowing her to continue.

She reached my mound, and when she discovered that I was also naked beneath my nightgown, a faint smile teased the corners of her mouth. I gasped and bit at my lip, a wave of pleasure rippling through me at the sudden contact. But my head swam with confusion, the suddenness of this new encounter leaving me no time to consider what was happening or where it was destined to lead.

As she slipped her fingers into the groove of my sex, my body yearned to reciprocate, to move in rhythm with her caresses. But my inhibition forced me to remain stock-still, the etiquette of passion as unfamiliar to me as Calculus or Latin.

“Mmmm… you’re all sticky,” Mrs. Shaw purred.

Her fingers pressed into me, ploughing through the moist warmth. I opened my mouth and gave a short moan, my doubts and fears melting away before the growing welter of animal lust that threatened to consume me. I wanted more, and this time couldn’t resist thrusting my hips forward, greedy for her touch.

“Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?” my mistress breathed, her lips brushing my ear. “Am I going to make you come?”

I felt my face burn at her candid words, but it was the burning between my legs that demanded attention. The climax washed over me with a relentless intensity, white hot waves of sharp brilliance that made me cry out.

It all happened so quickly. I hadn’t realised Mrs. Shaw was stroking my hair again, not until I caught my own scent on her fingers. She smiled down at me, and I noticed her satin gown had come loose at the top, leaving me a teasing glimpse of her breasts.

“Come with me,” she said, pulling me from the bed and to my feet. My legs were weak, but she was there to steady me.

“Where are we going?” I asked her.

“To my bed, of course,” she replied, with a look that told me everything I needed to know.

Back at the orphanage there were girls who wanted the love of other girls, rather than boys. Not such a surprising revelation, you might think, in an environment where males were almost entirely absent. But to my knowledge, such liaisons were rare indeed, and the punishment was horrible for any who were caught together that way. It had only happened twice in my years there.

And now Mrs. Shaw was offering this kind of love to me.

My first impression was one of incomprehension – that this beautiful and sophisticated woman harboured such tendencies seemed strange, given that she had been married to a man and was the mother of three children. Stranger still was the notion that she might feel this way about me, a mere servant girl. But the way she had caressed me was very real, and it made my heart race with trepidation and excitement. If there had ever been any doubt as to what that night was truly about, it evaporated there and then.

We tiptoed past the girls’ rooms and entered Mrs. Shaw’s chamber. She closed and locked the door behind her, and then we were standing facing one another. My mistress slipped the gown from her body and it seemed to melt into a pool of silver around her feet. I turned my gaze from her nudity, every fibre of my being telling me this wasn’t something I was permitted to see.

“Look at me,” she said, and I slowly raised my eyes. “You’ve never seen another grown woman naked, have you?”

I shook my head.

“Then look at me now, Doris. Take a good long look, and do it without shame. I want you to see. Do you understand?”

I did. I understood very well.

She was utterly beautiful. Her skin was a pale alabaster, a small dark birthmark upon one shoulder and another below her navel. Her breasts were petite but full, the nipples dark at their peaks. When my eyes travelled further down, I could only marvel at her child-bearing hips and the thatch of hair they framed so exquisitely.

She allowed me to admire her form a while longer, then urged me to reveal my own secrets. “Take your nightgown off. Let me see you.”

I hesitated briefly, then pulled the gown off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and stood before her, hands protecting my modesty.

She came towards me and drew my folded arms away from my bosom. “There’s no need to be shy.”

I could see the hunger in her eyes as she took in the sight of me, and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to be an object of desire. She pushed me back towards the bed and I fell into its soft embrace.

“Let’s share one another, Doris,” Mrs. Shaw said, then lay down beside me, cupping my face in her hands. I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth brushing lightly against my own. The kiss was angel-soft, her lips barely there. I, of course, had never been kissed as a lover and found myself enthralled by her gentleness.

Then she grew more insistent, her lips parting, engaging with mine. I matched her movements as best as I was able, my mouth clumsy and hesitant. She nibbled briefly at my lower lip, and when she pressed her mouth to mine again, this time with an increased urgency, I felt her tongue tease at me. I gasped in surprise, and that only encouraged my mistress, allowing her to explore my mouth freely.

A raw heat pulsed through me like a fever, and I desperately wanted to respond in some way, but was too timid and unsure of myself to do much more than lie there and let my mistress have her way with me. Whatever I did, it was sure to be wrong.

But then her lips gently broke away, and I opened my eyes to see her peering down at me. “Was it not enjoyable?” she murmured, stroking my cheek.

I could feel the heat of her naked body, and wondered if I would even be able to speak. Somehow I summoned up the presence to whisper, “It was, Miss. It really was.”

“Then kiss me back, won’t you?” she replied with a gentle laugh. Before I had time to think, her mouth descended upon mine once more.

I was still shy, not sure I was equal to such reckless passion. But she encouraged me, humming approval as my tongue met hers, then drawing me into her mouth. Within moments I was kissing my mistress with a boldness I’d not known I possessed.

As our tongues danced, Mrs. Shaw climbed onto me, sliding a thigh between my legs. I spread myself open, welcoming her. Our breasts touched, nipples brushing together. My arms twined round her back, holding her naked body to my own.

And all the while we kissed and kissed, as if we were feeding on one another. I suppose that we were, in a sense.

Her lips suddenly departed, and a whimper escaped my throat, trailing off into a moan as I felt Mrs. Shaw’s warm mouth graze my neck. I’d never considered there might be other parts of the body made for kisses, besides the face and the hands. Clearly, I had much to learn when it came to the art of making love.

But then her lips journeyed even lower, trailing down my throat and further still to nestle between my breasts. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, gasping for breath as the sweet face of my mistress pressed ardently against the swell of my bosom.

And when the warmth of her mouth enveloped the tip of my breast, a cry burst from my throat.

It was almost too much to bear. Mrs. Shaw’s tongue swirled about my throbbing nipple as she suckled from me. She shifted to the other breast, drawing it between her lips, and a second wave of ecstasy washed over me. My legs were trembling, and I could do nothing to stop them.

Her teeth raked lightly across my nipple, the small twinge of pain it brought instantly countered by the new surge of pleasure that thrummed through me.

Lifting her face from my titties, Mrs. Shaw moved in to kiss me once more, the full weight of her body now resting upon mine. I responded to my mistress and her attentions as eagerly as I was able, my tongue entwining with hers.

After a long moment she broke away to look down at me, a wry smile on her lips. “My goodness, Doris… I believe you have an instinct for this kind of thing.” I felt her warm hand cup my cheek. “A bit too shy, perhaps… but with time, you could become an incredible lover.”

A mere hour ago, I never would have entertained such a notion. Now, Mrs. Shaw’s words seemed to script out my destiny; fulfil every desire and longing I’d ever harboured. An incredible lover. The very idea thrilled me, made me hunger for everything my lady was willing to share.

She placed one more light kiss upon my lips, but darted away with a teasing smile before I could return it. I gawped as she raised herself into a sitting position to straddle my belly. My eyes were shy, peering into hers for a heartbeat, then flickering downward to study her exquisite form. She allowed me that willingly, hands resting on her hips so I could freely take in the sight of her.

The sudden desire to touch her body, to explore her with my fingers, was urgent and instinctive, but bashfulness stayed my hand, and I could only gaze at her longingly.

She knew my mind, though, and when my mistress reached out to take my trembling hand, pressing it between her own, her eyes never left mine. Then she placed it on her breast.

I cupped the creamy globe in my palm, the softness of it enthralling me, then allowed my hand to trace its curve. When the tips of my fingers lightly brushed the nipple, I was surprised and delighted to feel it stiffen. Mrs. Shaw gently moved my free hand to the other breast, and I found myself exploring both of them.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss those lovely breasts – to suckle my lady’s nipples, just as she had mine. The impulse spoke both of the maternal and the sexual, and the mere thought of indulging in such a forbidden act made me shiver. I was beginning to realise just how powerful a concoction lust and shame could be.

Shyly, I met Mrs. Shaw’s eyes once more. “Please, Miss,” I whispered, licking my lips, “May I… may I kiss them?”

At that, she gave me the warmest of smiles, clearly pleased with my newfound boldness. “You may, Doris. In fact, I insist on it.”

Still straddling me, she brought her titties to my face. I could feel the raw heat of her sex pressing against my belly, but I had little time to think about that when Mrs. Shaw was offering a breast to my parted lips.

Without hesitation, my tongue emerged to lick at the proffered nipple. My mistress responded with a contented sigh. I licked again, and a shiver rippled through her. “Sweet girl,” she moaned. “That feels divine…”

Encouraged by her words, I drew the tip of her breast into my mouth, sucking gently. Mrs. Shaw gripped the headboard tightly, her breasts swaying before me. As I nursed from her, I let my tongue circle the nipple once, twice, thrice, four times. Then, as she had, I moved to the other breast, affording it the same attention. I could feel her heartbeat, racing as frantically as my own, and it thrilled me beyond measure to know that a mere girl like me could bring excitement to such a woman.

Suddenly she drew away, taking her breasts from me, but before I had a chance to feel disappointment, her mouth crushed into mine. My mistress was kissing me with a fierceness that sent hot flushes through my body. She unfastened her hair, and let it spill about our faces. I could smell her now – the sweet musk of clean sweat and arousal.

There was a hunger in her kiss that went far beyond my own adolescent imaginings of love. In the dog-eared romance novels some of the orphanage girls swapped illicitly between one another like contraband, the passions shared by the men and women who populated their pages seemed so… polite, almost formal. Those stories conveyed nothing of the raw urgency that radiated from Mrs. Shaw as her mouth feasted upon mine, nor the fiery heat of her cunny pressing into my flesh.

This was not the timid fumblings of young love, but the unbridled, animal lust of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and would take it as her due. And I offered my soul up to that lust, opened myself to whatever delights my mistress would have me explore with her. Whatever she wants of me, I thought, my tongue mingling with hers, I will gladly give. 

Mrs. Shaw pulled away breathless, her eyes hungry with desire. “Are you ready to know more, girl?” she purred.

My reply was quick and resolute. “Yes. I am.”

She crawled over me on hands and knees, up towards the headboard, leaving me momentarily confused as to her intentions.

And then she was straddling my face. Her sex was poised just inches above me, every contour, every fold revealed in breathtaking detail. I couldn’t turn my eyes away, and why on earth would I even want to?

Mrs. Shaw touched the soft curls at the junction of her thighs, drawing them away from the smooth folds of her fleshy labia. Her fragrance enveloped me; thick and strong, yet undeniably feminine. She opened her womanhood to let me see the bright pink interior, and how it gleamed with moisture.

“Do you see here?” she asked, a finger sliding along a slender column of flesh, a hood from which a tender pink sliver protruded. “This is called the clitoris. It’s the centre of a woman’s pleasure.” Her fingers parted her labia to leave the sensitive node starkly exposed. “Will you kiss it, Doris?”

I gawped up at my mistress as her words rang through my head, shocked, no – scandalised by what she was asking of me.

To kiss a woman between her legs? Touch my lips to her most secret of places?

My belly quivered with apprehension – but I would not act like a timid child. My lady would have her desire.

Her hand cradled the back of my head and drew me towards her, but it was me who turned my chin upwards, me that firmly pressed my lips to the warm, moist flesh there, imprinting my kiss upon her clitty and making her gasp. I blushed hotly as I paused to sample the musky flavour lingering on my lips. It was an acquired taste, for sure, but one I thought I would quickly come to enjoy very much.

“Again,” Mrs. Shaw demanded breathlessly.

This time I didn’t need her to raise my head. My mouth found her again and I lingered there, exploring the other parts of her cunny with my lips and tongue until she pulled away. I looked up beyond her downy sex, past her belly and the soft curves of her breasts. She was smiling down at me.

“That was exquisite,” she told me, then flashed her eyes. “And now I’ll show you an even nicer way of doing it.”

With that, she twisted her body round, revealing an exquisitely apple-shaped bottom. She leaned forward over me, her hands guiding my thighs apart. Now I was as close and exposed to my mistress as she was to me. Her bottom was partially opened, leaving me a tantalising glimpse of her dusky rosebud. Even that forbidden place held its own undeniable allure.

Mrs. Shaw’s fingers framed my sex, her face dipping down to lay tender kisses on my lower belly. A whimper escaped me, but this was only the beginning of the pleasures to follow. Her soft lips trailed down to my pubis, nuzzling the sparse patch of hair that sprouted there.

I kissed the warm column of one thigh, then the other, my hands rising along her lovely legs to explore the smoothness of her skin before caressing the warm globes of her arse.

I felt her fingers brush my inner thighs, then her mouth was burrowing between them, a soft cry escaping my throat as her kisses adorned my cunny.

While her lips pressed ardently into my core, I grew bolder in my own actions – stroking Mrs. Shaw’s vulva; marvelling at the wetness I found there. I prised her apart as she’d done to me, trying my best to imitate the movements of her mouth and fingers, touching; teasing; tasting.

I could hear my lady’s breath quicken, and feel the small tremors that thrummed through her body. For a few brief moments it wasn’t clear to me what was happening, until I realised with astonishment that she was responding to my clumsy efforts. My head dropped away to gaze hungrily on her glistening sex, but when I brought my mouth to her again, eager to finish what I’d started, she suddenly shifted her weight and turned to face me.

My mistress kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I realised I was tasting myself on her lips, just as she was surely tasting herself on mine. The wine of communion. The thought was a lust-driven blasphemy – and I embraced it wholly.

My body rose to meet hers and she pressed into me, skin upon skin. I could feel her teeth graze my neck, then a sharp nip upon the shoulder. Partake of my flesh. Sweet blasphemy! We writhed against one another, the sheets beneath us warm and damp. I was mad with lust – sick with it.

“Easy, easy!” she urged me breathlessly. “There’s no need to rush.”

I stilled myself as best I could, shaking like a leaf while she pushed my legs apart with her knee, then settled herself between them. When she moved, sliding her body upwards, her pubis tight against my own sex, I couldn’t help but cry out. She ground against me, rocking herself back and forth, causing the most incredible sensations to surge through my being.

I reached round her to cup her bottom, gripping each cheek in my hands so I could press her more firmly down onto my aching cunny. Fresh tendrils of pleasure bloomed, and I gasped with delight, spreading my legs further apart to give her full access to me.

It was exquisite; divine – the gradual, laboured, maddening climb to that pinnacle of pleasure, when every atom screams for release the moment before it arrives. Then that instant of indescribable bliss, when it engulfs you, pierces your sex and drives deep into your soul. Our cries filled the room in a desperate harmony as we came together, until finally my mistress slumped against me exhausted.

I lay in limbo for a timeless moment, feeling a contentment such as I had never known.

The sudden absence of Mrs. Shaw’s weight roused me from my stupor, and I opened my eyes to find her rising from the bed, her lovely arse swaying as she sauntered across the room. She planted herself in the upholstered chair by the dressing table, watching me intently as she slid her buttocks to the edge, then spread her long, slender legs apart.

“Come over here and taste me again, Doris,” she cooed. Leaning back in the chair, she brought both hands up to her breasts and set about kneading them.

As if in a trance, I arose, padding towards her on trembling legs, then kneeling between her pale thighs. My breath quickened as I lowered my face to her thick pubes, the lips of her sex parted just enough to reveal the rosy interior.

“Lick me,” she breathed. “Make me come.”

I searched out her wet centre with my tongue and tasted the sweet honey I found there, supping from her opening flower. As I grew bolder, I went at her more aggressively, enveloping her cunny with my mouth. She cried out, and that only encouraged me further. Moistening a finger, I used it to brush the inflamed nub that she’d had me kiss earlier.

I felt an unexpected surge of pride when Mrs. Shaw climaxed, bucking wildly in her seat, holding my face to her sex until the pounding waves of ecstasy seemed to subside. I drank deep of her essence, savouring the taste until she could take no more.

As I sat back on my haunches, Mrs. Shaw rose to her feet. “Very nice,” she murmured, patting my shoulder. “You should go back to your room now. It wouldn’t do for the girls to find us together like this.”

With that, she bent to gather up her silvery gown. I felt a fresh surge of desire when the rosy cleft of her vulva revealed itself. Already I craved more of her kisses, her soft hands upon my skin, the heat of her womanhood against mine.

Still, it seemed that I’d been dismissed, so picking up my nightgown from the floor, I left Mrs. Shaw’s room and scurried naked down the hallway to the stark silence of my own quarters, where I slipped into my nightie and crawled into bed.

Lying there, the scent of arousal lingering like an echo, a hundred questions whirled wildly through my mind like leaves caught up in the autumn wind. I found myself wishing Mrs. Shaw had offered me at least some token of her affection. Instead, she’d sent me away without so much as a parting kiss. Inexperienced as I was in matters of sex, I had no idea of what to expect from my mistress after our intimacies, and decided it might be best to simply carry on as if everything was normal.

Inside, though, I was a tangle of confused emotions. It had been a strange and extraordinary day, one that had taken me from girlhood to a new maturity in the space of a few hours. I had so much to think about… but a deep drowsiness took hold of me, and I quickly fell into the blissful oblivion of sleep.

On to Chapter Three!

 

Stranger in the Family, Chapter 5

  • Posted on June 10, 2024 at 4:38 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the first four chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were intimate back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, Kelly visits neighbor Cheryl’s home for the first time since the accident. There, she is unable to restrain herself from coming on to Cheryl’s teen daughter Ali, then Cheryl herself. Kelly comes very close to scoring with Ali, but they get interrupted before it can happen.

The evening, Kelly makes love to Gabby for the first time. But it’s not quite enough to satisfy her appetite, so later, when her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly exits her room…

…which brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les and JetBoy

Too restless and aroused to sleep, Kelly crept down the hall, thinking about lesbian sex and how to get it this late at night. An idea had occurred to her – risky, sure, but if she could make it happen, the payoff would be worth it and then some.

Upon reaching Gabby’s room, Kelly nudged the door open and peeked inside. Her little sister was sound asleep. Kelly tiptoed over to the bed and gently kissed Gabby’s cheek, then pulled the blanket up to the girl’s chin.

Kelly’s next destination was Linda’s room, where her mom was also dozing peacefully, enough of her upper half exposed to make it clear she was at least topless beneath the covers.

Idly caressing her nipples, Kelly toyed with the idea of carefully uncovering her mother, getting a good look at the woman’s bare body. She had yet to see Linda naked, a desire that had only grown more acute in the past couple of weeks.

Mulling it over, she finally shook her head. If Mom woke up, she’d totally freak out. Especially since I’m not wearing anything myself. 

She settled for kissing her mother’s cheek, just as she’d done for Gabby, turned to go – then paused in mid-motion when spied a basket of clean laundry that Linda hadn’t put away yet. Plucking one of her mom’s long t-shirts off the top, she slipped it on, then hastened downstairs.

Kelly’s sneakers were in the entryway closet. She stepped into them, crept into the kitchen and left the house through the back door, carefully closing it behind her. The night was cool, with a hint of rain in it.

Wandering to the edge of the back yard, Kelly gazed at the neighboring house where Cheryl, Ali and Pam lived. It was completely dark, except for one upstairs window, and she caught a hint of motion in the room.

Bet that’s Cheryl’s bedroom, Kelly told herself. She stared up at that window, waiting for something to happen.

A few minutes later, A red-haired woman appeared. It was Cheryl, and her breasts were bare. Then another woman wandered into view, but Kelly couldn’t see her well enough to identify. They drifted together in a passionate kiss. Yes! Kelly silently exulted.

She advanced through the neatly manicured lawn to the rear entrance of Cheryl’s house. Finding it locked, she thought for a moment, then lifted up the welcome mat to reveal a key. Kelly unlocked the door, returned the key to its hiding place and went inside.

She bent to unlace her sneakers, stepping out of them. Tingling from head to toe with anticipation, Kelly silently padded up the carpeted stairs.

The door to Ali’s bedroom was open just an inch, a line of amber light spilling into the hallway.

There was nothing to see through the door but a large dresser, but Kelly clearly heard a girl’s voice gasp, “Yeah, Mom… mmmm yes, I’m almost there, d-don’t stop!”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. Good grief… Cheryl’s fucking her daughter! Oh wow, that’s so hot.

She looked across the corridor to Cheryl’s room… sure enough, the door was open and Ali’s mother wasn’t there. Huh. Wonder where Pam is? She tiptoed to the last door down the hall and carefully opened it. There was Pam, sprawled out on her bed in a long t-shirt. She’d kicked her blankets away. Creeping over to where the little girl lay, Kelly lifted the bottom of Pam’s t-shirt high enough to see that she was wearing panties.

Too bad, she thought. Oh, well… now that me and Gabby are having sex, I’ll get to see Pam naked soon enough. The next time those two get together, I bet Gabs tells her everything we did!

Backing out into the hall, Kelly gently closed the door, then padded back to Ali’s room. Standing near the opening, she could hear everything clearly.

“My goodness… I haven’t seen you come that hard in a long time,” Cheryl said. “What had you so worked up?”

“Hanging out with Kelly, Mom,” Ali replied. “God… that girl is a firecracker!”

“She is,” Cheryl said. “When she asked to touch my breasts, I thought she was joking at first. And when she started telling me what you two had been doing, I nearly lost it! So, tell me again, sweetie… what did you and Kelly get up to?”

“Um. she asked to touch my tits, too,” Ali replied. “Of course, I let her.”

“Oh, of course.”

“Then she wanted to lick my pussy. I mean, really wanted to! I felt like maybe I shouldn’t do stuff with Kelly, ‘cause of her accident… like, it would be taking advantage of her, y’know? But she was soooo fucking sexy! I couldn’t resist. I got naked for her, and she was just about to go down on me when you knocked.”

“Did she undress, too?” Cheryl asked her sixteen-year-old daughter.

“Oh, yeah – I forgot to tell you that. She took her top off. No tits yet, but the cutest little nipples…” Ali sighed. “She kept her jeans on, though. God, I’d love a good look at that hot little ass of hers.” A pause. “Would it be bad if I did stuff with Kelly, Mom? After what happened to her?”

“No, it’s okay, hon. It’s plain to see that she really, really wants to fuck. If Kelly offers to lick your pussy again, go for it.”

Ali laughed. “What about you, Mom? If she hits on you again, what happens then?”

“Oh, I’ll have that little tease riding my face before she can finish getting the words out,” Cheryl said. “By the way, were your sister and Gabby doing anything exciting when you went downstairs to get them? You never said.”

“It was way hot, Mom. They were in the playroom with their pants and panties down, kissing and touching each other’s pussies.”

Cheryl moaned. “Ohhhh, yes… They were kissing? That’s something new.”

“I know! Gabby showed her how. Pam told me about it while you were getting supper ready. Oh, and Gabby knows I taught Pam how to masturbate. And get this: Gabby wants to see me naked. Pam told her she’d ask me if I’d let her have a look.”

“And your answer was…?” Cheryl’s breath was getting short, so Kelly figured she was touching her cunt, or letting Ali do it for her.

“I told her I’d think about it. I wanted to find out what you thought, Mom.”

“T-tell Pam yes, Gabby can see you naked,” Cheryl moaned. “You should all undress together. Fuck! Just thinking about you and those two little girls, taking your c-clothes off, letting them look at your body… shit, I’m about to come!”

“You want to do it with them both – huh, Mom? Two pretty little-nine year-old girls. And one of them is your own daughter. That’s so totally perverted. I bet you’re thinking about it right now!”

“I am thinking about it. My pretty Pam, ooooohhh, such a sexy child. I’ve wanted her f-for so long…”

“Soon, Mom,” Ali said, “We’re gonna make it happen. You, me, Pam… Gabby and Kelly, too. We’ll all be lovers.”

“Ohhhhhh, sweetheart! I’m – I’m – I’M…” Cheryl gave a choked cry.

“Come for me, Mom.”

As deep moans of unleashed ecstasy issued from the bedroom, a grinning Kelly crept back down the stairs, considering her next move.

When she entered the family room, Kelly spied the TV remote on the coffee table. She seated herself on the couch, picked up the device and turned on the large flat screen set.

Traveling through the channels, Kelly soon found an adult network. Cool! Good for you, Cheryl, she thought. Those kinds of channels were blocked on the TV at home.

Seeking out a lesbian movie, Kelly hit the PLAY button, turning up the volume so it was sure to be heard upstairs. She shrugged out of the outsized t-shirt she wore, leaving her naked, then began to rub her slit as she watched five women in a daisy chain.

Upstairs, Cheryl lay stretched out on the bed, recovering from her orgasm. Ali was nuzzling her mother’s breasts, occasionally giving them playful little bites.

Suddenly Ali sat up, eyes wide. “Mom! I hear someone downstairs.”

They were silent for a moment, hearing the music that drifted up the stairs from the living room.

“Did I forget to turn off the TV?” Cheryl asked herself, then shook her head. “No. I shut it off, I’m positive!”

“M-maybe it’s Pam?” Ali offered, but she didn’t believe it. Her little sister was an incredibly sound sleeper who never got up in the middle of the night, not even for the toilet.

Quietly rising from the bed, Cheryl picked her silk robe up from the floor, where she’d discarded it upon entering her daughter’s room, and quickly slipped into it. She stepped into the hall and tiptoed down to Pam’s room, where she found her youngest sound asleep.

Turning back, Cheryl saw Ali hesitantly enter the hallway, a towel wrapped around her bare body.

Holding a finger to her lips, Cheryl whispered, “Get the phone and follow me. Stay a few feet behind, and be ready to dial 911. I’ll take a quick peek downstairs. If I wave my hand at you, call for the police.”

A moment later, Cheryl cautiously made her way down the stairs, with Ali lingering at the top. Reaching the bottom, she took a few steps toward the living room. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the image of two nude women sixty-nining on the TV screen.

As her eyes adjusted to the glow of the screen, she saw a figure on the couch. Carefully drawing closer, Cheryl realized it was her neighbor’s daughter Kelly, completely nude and fiddling between her legs. The girl’s nightshirt was draped over the sofa arm.

What on earth…? Cheryl asked herself. Oh my God, she’s getting off to lesbian porn! She paused to take in the incredible sight, watching the little girl rub her slit. Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.

Taking a few steps back, a grinning Cheryl beckoned her daughter downstairs. Wait until she sees this!

With a sigh of relief, Ali hastened to join her mother. “What’s going on, Mom?”

“Come and see,” Cheryl whispered. “Don’t make any noise.” They advanced into the family room.

Ali gasped when she saw a nude eleven-year-old Kelly on their couch, masturbating to the image of two naked women grinding their cunts together, their moans filling the room.

“Stay here,” Cheryl murmured, then drew closer to the panting girl. “Kelly, honey?”

Looking up at her mother’s friend, Kelly smiled. “Hi, Cheryl.”

“Is everything okay?” Cheryl asked as she came closer. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’m watching this sexy movie,” Kelly said.

“Um, well… I can see that. Looks like you’re really enjoying it, too. What I meant was… well, why are you watching it here?” As she spoke, Ali drifted into view, standing next to her mother.

“Oh, Cheryl,” Kelly sighed, “I was feeling so lonely all of a sudden, and Mom and Gabby are both asleep. I just wanted to come over here and hang out with you and Ali.” She nodded toward the television. “But when I saw your TV, I had to see if you’ve got the adult channels. Mom has those blocked in our house.” She continued to masturbate, glancing from Ali and Cheryl to the screen.

Still astonished, Cheryl shook her head. “So you sat down and…”

Kelly nodded. “I just wanted to know… but when I found this movie, I couldn’t help it. I had to make myself come. Soon as I was finished, I was gonna come up and look for you guys, honest! I saw your light on, so I knew you were still awake.”

“Kelly… I need to call Linda and let her know you’re here,” Cheryl said.

Please don’t,” Kelly begged. “I really came over here to… well, I wanted to ask you both a big favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Can you fuck me? I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” Kelly said, gazing longingly into the woman’s eyes. “I’m afraid to do it myself, and I don’t like boys that way. You’re so beautiful, and I know you’d be gentle with me. Please? I’ll never tell, cross my heart.”

Cheryl gaped at the eleven-year-old, then at Ali. The look of desire in her daughter’s eyes was unmistakable. Ali wants this, Cheryl told herself. And damn it, so do I. 

Then her conscience weighed in. Can you really do this… have sex with Linda’s child? She’s still a little girl; hasn’t even had her period yet! It’s one thing to get yourself off thinking about Kelly, but taking her virginity? Think about the risk – you’d be putting your life on the line!

Cheryl pondered Kelly’s offer; weighing her sexual appetite against the consequences of sex with an underage girl. Finally, she reached a decision.

Taking the phone from Ali, she entered Linda’s number.

***

Linda was abruptly jolted from a deep sleep. Fumbling for her phone, she checked the caller ID and answered. “Cheryl? What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s okay.” Cheryl began. “Sorry to wake you, but, um, I had to let you know that Kelly’s here.”

“What? Wait, hang on!” Linda exclaimed. Before Cheryl could reply, Linda scrambled out of her bed and raced down the hall to Kelly’s room. Sure enough, her bed was empty, and a glance into Gabby’s room told her that Kelly wasn’t there, either.

Linda went to retrieve her phone, then realized she was still clutching it. “Why is she there?” she asked.

“She had a bad dream,” said Cheryl, giving Kelly a knowing smile. “You were asleep, so she wandered over here. I was still awake, so I guess she saw the light in my room.”

“Listen… she’s not naked, is she?”

How did she know that? Cheryl thought, but managed to laugh. “Naked? Of course not. She was wearing an extra-large t-shirt.”

“That used to belong to Walt,” Linda sighed. “Thanks so much for calling. I’ll be right over to get her.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” Cheryl said, giving Kelly a wink. “I already tucked her into the foldout bed in the study, and she’s sound asleep. Why not just let her stay put?”

“That would be so nice of you,.” Linda said. “You really don’t mind?”

“Don’t be silly! She’s always welcome here. I’ll send her home first thing tomorrow. Now get yourself back to bed and stop worrying.”

“Thanks so much, Cheryl. Good night.”

“Good night, Linda.”

Ending the call, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. She placed her phone on the nightstand and crawled back into bed.

Only now, she was wide awake. Shit – I’m too keyed up. As Linda tried to relax, the urge to masturbate came over her.

Oh, why not. It’ll help me get to sleep, Linda reasoned as she slipped out of her nightshirt and panties.

Cupping both breasts, Linda gently teased her nipples to aching stiffness, then she trailed a hand down her torso until it rested on her cunt. She began with one finger, sliding it up and down the moist cleft, opening herself up for more.

A memory suddenly flashed in her mind like lightning. She was standing in Kelly’s door, startled by the sight of her oldest daughter masturbating. God, the way she smiled at me, Linda thought. Like she didn’t even mind that I caught her in the act. 

Then she recalled what had occurred a few nights later, how she’d watched Gabby doing the very same thing. Her precious little girl, completely naked, fondling her bare slit. Much as Linda hated to admit it, the sight had aroused her. After all, I wasn’t much older than that when my sister and I started fooling around, she told herself.

That particular memory sent a wave of intense longing rushing through her. Damn, I miss Jan. Walt was a good, kind man and a wonderful husband, and my life isn’t the same without him… but he never satisfied me in bed the way my sister used to. 

Maybe it’s time for Jan and me to be lovers again. The very idea made her arousal soar even higher.

Linda was plunging two fingers in and out of her sodden cunt, the liquid sound of her frantic thrusts beating out a hard rhythm to accompany her ragged breathing.

Once again, she wondered if Kelly and Gabby were experimenting with one another, just like she and her sister had. God, those were such lovely times. Never knew such excitement. What an incredible new world for two curious young girls to explore! 

Her longing for Jan seemed to grow stronger by the second. Oh, Jan, I love you… please, PLEASE fuck me like you used to.

Just like that, she was immersed in the fantasy. The two of them were in bed, naked and in heat, sharing caresses and deep, forceful kisses.

Jan flips me onto my back and licks a pathway down between my breasts. She’s hungry for little sister’s cunt… and I’m ready for her to taste it.

Suddenly Linda pictured her daughters standing nearby, watching them fuck.

The girls were both nude. Kelly was hugging Gabby from behind, a hand tucked between her baby sister’s thighs, two fingers gliding up and down the child’s virgin sex. Their eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle of Mommy, doing sexy things with Aunt Jan.

In Linda’s mind’s eye, she saw Gabby twist around to smile at her big sister… and Kelly kissed the happy nine-year-old, her tongue circling the girl’s mouth.

That was enough to spur Linda into a racking orgasm, one that shook her body like a rag doll in the grip of an angry child. She forced her fingers as deep as they could go, moving them around to grind against the walls of her vagina, all the while stimulating her clit with the thumb of the other hand.

It was a long, frantic ride, but it finally began to slow, then ease to a gradual halt. Linda lay quietly but for the hoarse sawing of her breath. In, out, in, out… she eased into the rhythm of it, growing drowsy.

As the tide gently carried her away, it occurred to Linda that maybe she shouldn’t be having sex fantasies that involved her underage daughters. But before her mind could apply itself to the right or wrong of it, she’d fallen into a sound sleep.

***

Setting her phone down, Cheryl joined Kelly on the couch, while Ali parked herself on a nearby ottoman.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Kelly?” Cheryl asked, resting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “To… to lose your virginity? And you want us to do it for you.”

Kelly nodded. “It’s totally what I want.” She looked from Cheryl to Ali. “I know you guys are having sex with each other, and it gets me crazy hot. I can’t think of anything better than having my first real fuck with a mom and daughter at the same time!”

Cheryl glanced at Ali. Her daughter was grinning hugely, the girl’s eyes dancing in anticipation. “Well, then,” she said, getting to her feet. “I suppose we should go upstairs.”

They made their way up to Ali’s bedroom, Cheryl leading Kelly by the hand.

Once she’d eased the door shut behind them, Cheryl murmured, “Kelly, if we do this with you, it’s really important that you don’t make a lot of noise. Pam is a pretty sound sleeper, but we still don’t want to risk waking her. She doesn’t know about me and Ali.”

“What if Pam did wake up, though?” said Kelly. “I bet she’d want to join in. She and my sister are doing sexy stuff together, y’know.”

“Sure,” Cheryl replied. “But I don’t think she’s quite ready to have sex with her mother or sister.”

We want her to, though!” Ali exclaimed.

“Maybe someday,” said Cheryl, followed by a wistful sigh.

Sprawling out on the king-size bed, Kelly began to masturbate, gently fingering her moist slit. “You’re both so… so hot!” she said, her gaze shifting from one to the other. “I liked seeing you naked before, Ali.”

Cheryl grinned. “Want to see her that way again?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Taking hold of Ali’s towel, Cheryl gently pulled it away, revealing her daughter’s nude body. Kelly moaned in delight as Cheryl began to fondle Ali’s breasts and hard nipples.

After a few kisses, Cheryl reached down and opened Alicia’s cunt with her fingers. “So… you wanted to lick my little girl’s pussy?”

Kelly’s face was flushed and her eyes half closed. She nodded. “Yeah. I did.”

“But then I interrupted you… didn’t I?”

Kelly took a deep breath before she answered, fighting to keep her voice steady. “You sure did, Cheryl. I almost had my tongue in Ali’s cunt, then you knocked on the door. I don’t know why she made me stop. How long have you and your mom been having sex, Ali?”

Mother and daughter glanced at each other. Cheryl gave a small nod, and Ali said, “A little over three years now.” She paused. “I was twelve when we first did it.”

So fucking hot,” Kelly moaned, She licked her lips and whispered, “Take your mom’s robe off, Ali. I want to see you naked together.”

Ali looked at Cheryl, who closed her eyes and let both arms fall to her side, smiling as she waited to be undressed. Pulling the sash on her mother’s robe, Ali slowly opened it before Kelly’s eager eyes as if she was unveiling a work of art, then pushed the silken garment over Cheryl’s shoulders, letting it slide down to the carpet.

Getting to her feet, Kelly walked in a slow circle around the two women. “You guys have such nice asses,” she said. “Seems to me that redheads always look really good from behind.” They were all nude. Hands on hips, she asked, “What about me? Do I look sexy with my clothes off? Do you like girls my age?”

Ali couldn’t restrain herself for another second. Without a word, she knelt before the young girl, put both hands on her slim hips and placed a tender kiss on Kelly’s bare labia, followed by a tiny lick.

Kelly gasped, and Cheryl said, “As you can see by Ali’s reaction… yeah, we love young girls.” Cheryl moved closer and, putting a hand on Kelly’s bare shoulder, added, “You’re absolutely luscious, Kelly. I’ve wanted you for years. I saw you in your little one-piece bathing suit when you were, I don’t know, seven or eight… and it made me so hot that I had to go up to my room and finger my cunt until I came while I watched you playing through my bedroom window. Now I’m finally going to fuck you.”

“And me!” exclaimed Ali, looking up at the younger girl. “I only wish Gabby could be here, too. I can’t decide which one of you gets me hotter!”

Kelly snickered. “So you like little girls, huh? Well, I know you taught your sister how to make herself come. Then she showed Gabby how. You and Pam touch your pussies together, huh? And then you go tell your mom all about it, I bet.”

“Every detail,” Cheryl answered with a smirk. “Then my big girl and I fuck each other silly.” She reached down to cup her daughter’s breast, then gave the nipple a playful tweak. Ali whimpered, her face resting against the softness of the eleven-year-old’s tummy.

Kelly gave a happy sigh as Ali trailed a finger along the crease of her sex. “But you haven’t licked Pam yet.”

“Not yet,” Ali answered, a bit impatient to get started on that pretty bare slit, so tantalizingly close to her lips. “But I want to… God, I want to!”

“I’ve licked Gabby’s pussy,” Kelly said. “It’s soooo sweet.” She seated herself on the end of the bed, legs spread wide apart. “If you want, Ali, you can do that to me while I tell your mom something.”

Still on her knees, Ali moved between Kelly’s thighs, bending down to lick over and around the young girl’s smooth slit. Loving the thick, earthy flavor, she pressed her mouth to the vaginal opening and eased her tongue inside

Cheryl moved closer to get a better view, and Kelly told her. “I’m gonna get Pam and Gabby to fool around with me really soon. Maybe tomorrow. Some place where you can watch us.” Putting her feet up on the bed, she spread her legs even wider, giving Ali full access to her cunt.

“Think about it, Cheryl,” Kelly continued. “Instead of just hearing about what they do, you can see Gabby and Pam fuck.”

Cheryl moaned, overwhelmed by images of underage lesbian sex. Her breath grew ragged as she pictured herself naked and in bed with two little girls, one of them her own child. It was an intensely powerful fantasy, the kind of forbidden scenario she’d masturbated to for years.

Kelly went on, her breath getting short as Ali went down on her. “I can make it happen. I already showed Gabby how girls have sex… and we c-can both teach Pam. Ooooohh, yeah… After that, it’ll be easy to bring Ali into it. Pretty soon, you – you’ll have all four of us m-making love to you. Oh. Oh, fuck. How’s that sound, Cheryl?”

Groping her throbbing pussy with one hand, Cheryl panted, “Yes. Oh, absolutely. I like that idea!”

“And it’ll happen, I, I promise. Mmmmm… an’ all I want from you is to fuck me first. Fuck me for real!” Kelly gasped, rolling her eyes.

Cheryl stared at the trembling eleven-year-old, weighing her options. Can I really do this? Break the hymen of a girl this young? She shook her head. Silly question. Of course I will. I’m taking a big chance, yeah… but how on earth can I resist the prize she’s offering? God, just the thought of finally getting Pam into bed! I’d run any risk for that.

“Alicia, sweetheart,” she told her daughter, “Don’t make Kelly come just yet. Let’s save it for when we’re giving her what she wants.”

“Cool!” Kelly squealed, gleefully clapping her hands. “Thank you, Cheryl!”

“My pleasure,” Cheryl replied. “Now scoot back some. If we’re doing this, you need to be lying all the way down.”

“Oh, yeah. Duh,” Kelly muttered. Ali sat back as the younger girl quickly arranged herself on the bed, both legs spread wide. “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” said Cheryl.

“Totally,” Ali echoed. Quickly crawling between Kelly’s thighs, she buried her tongue in the girl’s cunt, blissfully humming with each lick she took.

Cheryl looked on approvingly at the lewd scene, then stretched out alongside Kelly. “We’re gonna rock your world, kiddo,” she purred, just before plunging her tongue into the young girl’s mouth.

Kelly eagerly returned the ardent kiss, sucking on Cheryl’s tongue. Meanwhile, Cheryl began to toy with the barely-there mounds of her new lover’s breasts, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb.

Before long, Kelly had to tear her mouth away from Cheryl’s, panting for breath. “Oh, w-wow!” she gasped.

“Oh, we’re just getting warmed up, little girl,” said Cheryl. “I want a taste of you, too.”

Crawling down to the foot of the bed, she tapped Ali’s shoulder. When the girl looked up, Cheryl claimed her daughter’s mouth in a lustful kiss, then whispered, “It’s my turn, hon.”

“Sure, okay.” Ali shifted to one side, inviting her mother to feast.

As Cheryl moved in to take that first luscious lick, Ali slid up toward the headboard, took Kelly in her arms and began to kiss and fondle the girl.

When she tasted her own pussy on Ali’s tongue, Kelly moaned into their kiss. Fast approaching orgasm, she whimpered in frustration when, without warning, Cheryl raised her head.

Reaching into her daughter’s nightstand and feeling her way through the drawer’s contents, Cheryl took out a slender white vibrator, which she applied to Kelly’s clit for a moment. Twisting the base, she turned the toy on and began to run the pulsing tip around the eleven-year-old’s slit.

“Oh, yeah!” Kelly gasped. “That’s so f-fucking good.”

“Just you wait.” With that, Cheryl began to wriggle the buzzing toy into the child’s snug vagina.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Kelly cried, a shudder racing through her thin body.

Cheryl fed about an inch of the vibrator inside, withdrew it until only the tip remained, then penetrated Kelly again. In and out she went, going further with each careful stroke until the toy reached the barrier of  the girl’s hymen.

“Yeah, Mom.” Ali said in a hushed whisper. “Fuck her. She’s ready for it.” She was cradling Kelly’s head in her lap.

“Yeah!” Kelly urged, “Do it, Cheryl. Fuck me!”

Turning the vibe up a notch, Cheryl began to use shorter, harder thrusts. Kelly drew both knees up, holding her legs as far apart as she could. Now Cheryl could see the little girl’s anus, and found herself unable to resist reaching out and to stroke it with a fingertip.

“Mmmmm, Cheryl… I – I love you,” Kelly stammered, her face a portrait of raw desire. “Please, please go into me. Do it, be my first fuck!”

Biting her lower lip, Cheryl pushed through the girl’s hymen. Kelly gave a sharp cry of pain. Cheryl froze, then a smile slowly crossed her face as Kelly’s cry trailed into a whimper of ecstasy.

“Uh, yeah, Cheryl, oh, oh, oh yeah!” Kelly gssped. “K-keep going.”

Emboldened by the young girl’s willingness to be taken, Cheryl fell into a steady tempo, working the sex toy back and forth, back and forth.

“Huh, huh, huh…” Kelly exhaled, in time with the pumping of her grownup lover’s arm. A sudden jerk shook her boyish frame, then she covered her mouth just before emitting a scream. Kelly’s body was twitching, the child’s muffled cries rising to a choked howl, then growing softer and slower as she came down from her orgasm, eventually collapsing in a sodden heap.

Cheryl switched the vibrator off and cautiously withdrew it. She was unable to tear her eyes away from Kelly’s face, somehow lovelier than ever in the aftermath of rapture. When she finally examined the toy, it was streaked a watery red.

Getting to her feet, the older woman padded into the bathroom, where she washed the vibrator clean, then moistened a washcloth, which she took back into the bedroom and used to wipe away the small amount of blood that stained Kelly’s sex and inner thighs.

Ali cuddled and fondled the younger girl while Cheryl cleaned her. “Just wait,” Kelly told the teen, “Soon you’ll not only be licking your little sister, but mine, too.”

Taking a long, luxurious stretch, Cheryl murmured, “Well, I guess we’d better get some rest. It’s late.”

“Not yet!” was Kelly’s response. “I still want to fuck you guys. Okay?”

Mother and daughter looked appreciatively at Kelly. Her slim build, that long sandy hair spilling over her shoulders. Those barely-there breasts and the sweet, smooth cleft of her pussy. The long tanned legs. But what really got them was the hunger Cheryl and Ali saw in the girl’s sparkling eyes.

When Kelly added, “Please? I really want to taste you – both of you. I – I’ll die if you don’t let me.” She was kneeling on the bed, both hands clasped together.

Ali and Cheryl looked at each other, then back at Kelly. “Well… I’m into it, Mom,” Ali said.

“Far be it from me to pass up a chance to get licked,” Cheryl chuckled. “Okay, Kelly – we’re all yours.”

The younger girl’s face was shining like the sun. Turning to Ali, she said, “I’ll get to your pussy soon, I promise. But first, I want to fuck your mom.”

“That’s cool,” Ali replied. “I totally want to see this!”

“Sure, Kelly.” Cheryl said. After all, she had yet to come that evening, though she’d been awfully close a few times. “Do whatever you want,” she added, cupping her sex.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” Kelly murmured, licking her lips.

Cheryl meekly complied, tingling all over as she wondered what this bold little girl had in mind for her.

“You’re so lucky, Ali,” said Kelly. Stationing herself next to Cheryl, the nude eleven-year old reached down to fondle the woman’s heavy breasts. ”I wish my mom was as fun and sexy as yours.”

“I think your mom is way hot,” Ali protested. “I’d do her in a heartbeat!”

“Yeah, I s’pose… but she isn’t into girls,” Kelly replied with a shrug. “Guess she misses my father too much.” She scooted beneath the kneeling Cheryl, her face directly below those generous breasts. “Oh, I still want to fuck Mother, if I can. I think maybe my Aunt Jan will let me have sex with her… if that happens, she can help me with Mother.” Parting her lips, she took Cheryl’s right nipple into her mouth to suck.

“Your mother’s sister Jan?” Cheryl shook her head. “Jesus, Kelly. Are there any women or girls out there who you aren’t trying to get into bed?”

Kelly giggled. “I can’t think of any!” Going up on her knees, she moved behind Cheryl and gave the woman’s shapely buttocks a few playful slaps with the palm of her hand. Not hard, just firmly enough to make a satisfying smack. Cheryl didn’t complain; just thrust her backside out even further.

Instead of spanking Cheryl again, Kelly began to pepper her bottom with kisses, purring with joy as she nuzzled the tender flesh. “So soft,” she sighed, then glanced over at Ali, who was working two fingers in and out of her cunt. “Hey, Ali,” she said, “what’s the wildest thing your mom likes to do when you two fuck? Anything really dirty?”

“You’re nearly doing it now,” Ali replied. “Mom’s a total ass freak. It’s not really my thing, but she loves to get her butthole licked.”

Kelly studied the woman’s ass closely. Putting both hands on the woman’s cheeks, she carefully spread them apart. “Is that true, Cheryl?” she asked.

“Yes, it is,” Cheryl whimpered, trembling in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly gently blew into Cheryl’s ass crack. “Oh, God,” the older woman moaned. “Oh, my God.”

“Your butthole is so pretty,” Kelly cooed. “Like a little star.” With that, she bent to press her lips to Cheryl’s anus in an open-mouthed kiss. A moment later, the eager little girl licked the tight hole, and Cheryl slumped forward with an ecstatic groan. She buried her face in a pillow, ass jutting out while Kelly rimmed her.

Ali fucked herself even harder, her hand a blur as she watched Kelly tongue-fuck her mother.

Kelly finally raised her face, saying, “Cool. You really like that, huh? I can tell by how wet your pussy is.” Slapping Cheryl’s ass once more, she added, “I better give your cunt some love, too.”

Ali looked on in disbelief as Kelly arranged the fingers on her right hand into a sort of cone shape, then pushed them into Cheryl’s pussy. Twisting her wrist from side to side, it took the girl less than a minute to get her entire hand inside.

Somehow managing to stifle a scream, Cheryl gasped, “Oh, fuck yeah, Kelly. How’d you know? Fuck me hard, ooooohh, stick that hand in n-nice and deep. Oh, God, yeah! Oh, so good, d-don’t stop fucking me..!”

Eyes blazing with determination, Kelly fucked the forty-year-old woman, her arm pumping like a piston in and out of Cheryl’s hot, swampy vagina. “You like this, huh? A little girl’s hand in your pussy? Wow, you’re a  great big pervert.”

“Yes, yes I am,” Cheryl panted. “I c-can’t help myself. Even when I was a, a teenager, I’d fall in love with young girls. By the time Ali was four, I already knew I wanted t-to take her to bed. Oh, Kelly, yesssss! Fuck me, you little m-motherfucker.”

Kelly continued to ravage Cheryl’s cunt with her right hand, then brought the left down on the woman’s ass, the loud crack going off like a gunshot. Cheryl moaned, a hard shudder shaking her frame.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kelly growled.

“Oh, yes, God, yes.”

“Then come for me, you dirty bitch.” Kelly said. “Feel how deep my hand is in your cunt. Go ahead, come. Let your daughter see what a slut her mommy is.”

With those words, Cheryl went iron-rigid for a few seconds, then began to tremble and sob and gasp. She snatched at the bedclothes with both hands and, burying her face in them, screamed into the bed. Finally Cheryl collapsed on her side, curled into a ball, Kelly’s hand still filling her vagina. Nearby, Ali was writhing through her own orgasm, practically mauling her cunt.

Kelly gently stroked Cheryl’s back. “You had a good come, huh?”

Her eyes closed, Cheryl mumbled, “Mm-hmm. Ssssso good.”

“That makes me really happy,” Kelly cooed, all sweetness again. “Thanks for letting me do that to you, Cheryl. I loved it!”

There was a small refrigerator on the left hand side of the bed. Opening its door and reaching inside, Ali produced a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and handed it to her mother, who drained half the contents in a gulp. Cheryl then offered it to Kelly, who took a few swallows before passing the bottle to Ali to finish.

Setting the empty on top of the fridge, Ali leaned back against the headboard, propped up by several pillows, legs extended. Kelly thoughtfully studied the older girl, moistening her lips, then quickly straddled Ali’s lap, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Abruptly breaking away, she said, “Move your legs apart, Ali… I’m gonna lick your pussy now!” Rising to her feet, Kelly got down between the older girl’s parted thighs.

An awed Cheryl watched the scene unfold. It’s definitely happening, yeah… but it seems so incredibly unreal. Like something out of an illegal porn film. Ali was cupping her breasts, whimpering in ecstasy as Kelly’s tongue teased her slit.

Despite having climaxed just a few minutes earlier, Cheryl’s cunt was beginning to tingle and throb all over again. Of course, I am watching an eleven-year-old cutie go down on my daughter. And she wants to do the same to Pam, don’t forget that. As she pictured Kelly making love to her nine-year-old, Cheryl began to masturbate.

Kelly raised her head, looking over her shoulder at Cheryl. “You’re not done yet,” she said. “I licked your butthole… now come do that to me.” With that, she returned to her task, feasting on every bit of Ali’s sweet pussy.

Without a word, Cheryl moved forward, placing both hands on Kelly’s flawless bottom. Ali tugged at her nipples as she watched her mother carefully spread the little girl’s cheeks apart.

It was a breathtaking sight. Cheryl felt positively giddy as she gazed lovingly at Kelly’s pretty holes – the pink cleft of her sex, the darker whorl of her anus. God, she’s perfect, absolutely perfect.

Bending down, Cheryl began to kiss Kelly’s buttocks, basking in the enticing scent of the girl. She gave the left cheek a playful bite, then grinned when Kelly squealed in surprise – the sound muffled by Ali’s pussy, of course.

Cheryl ran her tongue across Kelly’s rump, then delved into the crack, licking her way to the child’s rosebud. She pressed against the taut pucker, seeking entry. Kelly whimpered her approval, sucking on Ali’s clit all the while.

Ali was studying Kelly’s face, fascinated by the dreamy light she perceived in the eleven-year-old’s eyes. It was an amazing thing to see – a little girl experiencing hardcore lesbian sex and loving it. Wonder if Pam will look like that when we fuck? Ali asked herself.

In the last few weeks, the desire she held for her younger sister had hardened into an obsession… and now Kelly was promising to help get Pam into her bed. Just imagining it was nearly enough to make Ali come, especially with this sexy nymph doing amazing things to her clit.

Seconds later, she was coming, barely remembering to stifle her ecstatic cries by clamping a hand over her mouth. Cheryl raised her head to watch her daughter’s orgasm, gently slipping a finger into Kelly’s rectum.

Kelly shivered when she was penetrated, but kept licking Ali’s pussy until the older girl pushed her head away, gasping “Okay, th-that’s enough.” Staring in awe at her underage lover, she murmured, “Oh, yeah, girl. I’m gonna keep that mouth of yours busy.”

Cheryl withdrew her finger from Kelly’s ass. “We’re going to wear you out, sweetheart. I think we all need to get some rest.”

“No, not yet!” Kelly protested, “I still want to…”

“Hush, now,” Cheryl said, interrupting the girl with a kiss., “Whatever you want, we’ll do it with you, I promise. But not tonight. It’s late, we’re sleepy, and tomorrow is another day.”

Ali moved to give their guest a kiss. “Oh, Kelly… that was amazing. You’re already an incredible lover.”

“Just you wait! I’m gonna teach everything I know to Pam and Gabby. They’ll be just as good as me!” She giggled. “Well… nearly as good!”

“Let me know when that happens,” Ali said, then gave an enormous yawn. “Well, I’m wiped out, so it’s time for me to turn in.” The naked teen crawled beneath the sheets.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Cheryl bent to kiss her daughter’s cheek.

“Thanks for everything, Ali,” Kelly said. “I loved making love with you.”

“Me too,” Ali said, her voice trailing into a deep yawn. “G’night, Kelly. G’night, Mom.”

Cheryl led Kelly from the room, turning out the light as she went, then gently closing the door. “Okay, Kelly… let’s get you settled in for the night. I’ll put you on the fold-out couch.”

“Aw,” the child pouted. “How come I can’t sleep with you?”

“Well, for one thing, Pam sometimes gets up before I do… and let’s face it, I’d have a hell of a time explaining why I’ve got the neighbor’s daughter in bed with me, and why she happens to be completely naked. Besides, if you slept with me, we’d just end up fucking again. That’s what you’re hoping for… isn’t it, you little schemer?”

“Um… yeah, kinda,” Kelly replied with a sheepish grin. “But, I mean…do you blame me? Sex is the best thing ever!”

”And you’ll get to do it again,” Cheryl said, giving the child’s bottom a pat. “I think that you and Ali are going to become new best friends. Which means you’ll be spending a lot of time hanging out here.”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds great!”

Cheryl took Kelly to the hall bathroom, where she gave the girl a new toothbrush, and they took turns brushing their teeth, then using the toilet.

“I’m in the mood for a shower,” Cheryl said. “Want to join me?”

“Sure!” Kelly replied with a delighted grin. Cheryl switched on the water, and they climbed into the tiled cubicle together.

The sight of the child’s bare body glistening with wetness, quickly revived Cheryl’s desire, especially when they were soaping one another. Somehow, she managed to confine their activities to a few passionate kisses, though a mischievous Kelly spent a little extra time washing the older woman’s cunt and anus.

Finally they emerged, their bodies a rosy pink, and toweled each other down.

“There we go. Now let’s get you tucked in!” They padded back to Cheryl’s room to retrieve Kelly’s t-shirt, then descended the stairs to the study, where Cheryl made up the sofa bed for her.

Kelly slipped beneath the sheet. “Thank you for making love to me, Cheryl… you and Ali,” she said. “It was wonderful.”

“My pleasure, sweetie,” Cheryl replied. “You get some rest, now.” She bent to kiss the little girl’s cheek, turned the light out, and returned to her room.

As she settled into bed, Cheryl marveled at the turn her evening had taken. I don’t know what changed Kelly, to make her the way she is now… but she’s the best thing to happen to me in ages. Something tells me that she’s going to take this family on one hell of a ride.

With a contented sigh, she nestled into the sheets and let herself drift into slumber.

On to Chapter Six!