Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

(In Chapter One: Newly and happily divorced, Enid is traveling to Cornwall with her ten-year-old daughter Stacy, en route to visit her sister Julie for the first time in years. Stacy wants to know more about her mysterious aunt, so she and her mum briefly chat about Julie’s lesbianism. Enid also casually mentions that her sister liked to go without panties. This intrigues Stacy, who then suggests that she and Enid try “going commando” for themselves. Taking turns visiting the train toilet, mother and daughter remove their knickers. To her surprise, Enin finds herself so aroused that she begins to touch her ten-year-old in a sexual way… and Stacy likes it very much, soon experiencing her first orgasm. They go on to make love in other parts of the train before having to transfer. Once on the next train, Enid and Stacy settle down in a closed compartment along with an attractive older woman, who responds quite positively when Stacy flashes her cunt. Soon, the three of them are caught up in a hot three-way fuck, sharing pleasure until the time comes to disembark at Cornwall. Enid prepares to meet her sister, feeling giddy and overwhelmed by the realization of her true sexuality.)

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By JetBoy

The train slowed as it approached our station. By then, we were all tidied up and looking quite proper, especially Stacy. She was perched on the front edge of the bench seat, white socks pulled up to her knees, back straight and her legs demurely crossed. No one could possibly have guessed that this pretty little girl had her mouth buried in her mummy’s bush just a few minutes earlier.

Our journey to Cornwall was a revelation. I’d left behind my old life as a wife and heterosexual woman who never found genuine satisfaction with a man. For all too long, I thought the fault was mine.

A single train ride had converted me into a blissfully happy lesbian, thanks to my precious ten-year-old daughter Stacy – now, my very first female lover. My awakening was also hers.

The train was carrying us to the home of my sister Julie, whom I hadn’t seen in years. Since we were teens, Julie was an out lesbian. Now, I was even more excited and eager to see her than ever, to tell her how my life had changed.

I was lost in thought and didn’t notice at first when the train rolled into our station. Stacy forgot herself – she jumped up and pressed her nose to the door window. I was a split second behind, positioning myself so as to cover my little girl’s bare bum.

When the train came to a rest, Stacy was first to jump down onto the platform. Her dress billowed out like a parachute, exposing her pussy to anyone who happened to be looking. I winced, but luckily, no one seemed to notice. She was looking forward, left and right, trying to spot her Aunt Julie, and I wasn’t sure why – the last time they’d seen each other, my daughter had only been two.

Suddenly, Stacy stopped dead in her tracks. “Mummy,” she said, pointing up at the platform with her mouth open. I followed her gaze, and there was Julie. Suddenly, I felt a shock of recognition.

Stacy looked first at me, then at Julie and back again with her mouth wide open. I understood why. In the last few years, my sister had grown her hair out and allowed its natural colour to return. Her leather jacket was gone – now she wore a flowery blue dress. For the first time since we were preteens, Julie and I looked like sisters. There was the same build, the same shoulder-length silky black hair, the same expression, the same broad smile.

Racing to where we stood, Julie enfolded me in her arms. “Enid,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “I’m so happy to see you!”

I held her tightly, feeling a twinge of sorrow for the time we’d been apart. “I’ve missed you, Jules.”

When we parted, my sister noticed our new friend Margaret, who was standing to the side, smiling at our touching reunion. “Oh, my… I see you’ve already met.” Wandering over to the woman, Julie kissed her, then added, “This is Margaret, my former teacher, my best friend… and my lover.”

You could have knocked me over with a blade of grass. This was Julie’s teacher, the one she’d been expelled from school for shagging so many years ago? I stood there looking like a fool with my mouth hanging open.

“Are you surprised?” said the woman who’d had her face buried in my pubes only a few minutes ago. “You’re so much like Julie that I felt almost certain I knew who you were.” She took my hand; brought it to her lips, then turned to my sister. “She tastes quite a lot like you, my love.”

It was Julie’s turn to be surprised. “Goodness me, that’s – it’s wonderful!” Smiling hugely, she embraced me again. “Oh, Enid, Enid… when did you find out?”

“That I was gay?” I replied, thrilled just to be saying the words. “Believe it or not, it was today.” I was giddy, unable to stop grinning. “It’s a hell of a story. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all of it.”

Spying my daughter, Julie knelt before her, “And this little lady must be Stacy,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around the child’s waist, beaming at her. “My, my… aren’t you the little charmer.”

“Oh, she is, my love… more than you know,” said Margaret. “Care to know how I met this exquisite young thing?” Julie nodded. “I was sitting across from her on the train when she raised that pretty dress to show me her cunt.”

“She did?” Julie glanced up at me in disbelief, then back at Stacy.

“It’s true, Jules,” I told her. “I wasn’t the only one who had her first lesbian experience today.” Deciding the time was right to tell my sister everything. I added, “You see, Stacy and I, we were… intimate together, just before meeting Margaret.”

If my sister was surprised before, she was downright thunderstruck now. “You… you made love to her?”

“Yeah!” my daughter exclaimed. “And I made love to Mummy, too!” She blushed a bit at her own boldness, taking a quick glance about to make sure no one had overheard. “Now she’s my girlfriend,” Stacy added in a more hushed tone, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Well, that’s wonderful,” Julie cooed. “Congratulations are in order, I think.” She was still kneeling next to my little girl. “You know, Stacy… I like young girls, too.” She reached beneath my daughter’s skirt to caress her bottom, cooing with delight when her hand only found bare skin. “Cheeky!” she exclaimed. “Someone’s gone without knickers today!”

“I went commando!” Stacy exclaimed, then leaned forward to kiss my sister. Julie responded right away, and their mouths lingered together. Not a heated French kiss, but not especially innocent either. I was already imagining what it would be like to watch them make love.

“When she raised her dress to expose that sweet, smooth cunt,” Margaret said, “It made me think of what you must have been like, Julie, back when you were a little girl.” She gave a happy sigh.

“Oh… I think this youngster has outdone me when it comes to naughty behaviour,” my sister said, then quickly got to her feet, reaching for my suitcase. “Enough talk… let’s get back to my place.”

We all piled into Julie’s jeep, she fired it up and we took off like a bat out of hell. It was a warm, sun-drenched day, so the wind felt especially lovely as it blew up my skirt, occasionally baring my own pussy. “I see someone else chose to go without her knicks today,” Julie said, stealing a glance or two as she drove.

“Eyes on the road, sister,” I protested. “You can see all you want when we get back to your place.”

“Is this all right, then?” Julie countered, her hand snaking beneath the dress I wore to touch my pussy. “Oh, Enid, you are incredibly wet.”

I saw Margaret peering over my shoulder, watching approvingly as my sister caressed me. “Hmm… I think you two need some time together,” she said, speaking over the noise of the engine. “Why don’t you drop Stacy and me off at the beach?”

She turned to my little girl. “Does that sound like fun, love? We can take a lovely stroll along the ocean… hand in hand, just the two of us. There’s a special spot where we can take all our clothes off. Would you like to go there?”

“Yes!” Stacy cried. “I want to see you with nothing at all on, Miss Margaret!”

Julie pulled her jeep into the parking lot at the harbour, then Margaret and Stacy jumped out, my daughter’s skirt flipping up to give us a tantalising glimpse of her bare bum. They waved, we waved, and Julie tooled the jeep back on the road, gunning the engine to a roar. She hadn’t changed her driving style since her teenage days, when she had but two speeds: fast and bloody fast.

About a quarter mile past the beach, she screeched to a halt. “Here we are,” she announced. We were parked next to a blank, featureless white wall. Across the road was a similar wall but with an archway in it guarded by a strong iron gate. Julie strolled over to the gate and opened it, then took my hand, leading me into a narrow alleyway that led to a secluded garden. There was a trellis up one wall, and a riot of plants and flowers that surrounded the lawn in a profusion of colour.

“Margaret did all this,” she said. “Isn’t it amazing?”

I wasn’t looking at the flowers. I was looking at Julie, seeing her beauty in a way I never had before. Then and there, I fell in love with my sister.

“Look at you,” I whispered. Taking her hands in mine, I added, “God, you’re so sexy, Jules… why didn’t I see that until now?”

She reached out to stroke my cheek. “Better late than never,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you, Enid. Ever since I knew I liked girls. That’s how I first figured I was queer – seeing you naked, or in your knickers, and wanting to hold you close. At first, I just wanted us to kiss… then I wanted it all. For us to be lovers.” She sighed wistfully. “I adore Maggie. She’s the light of my life. But I never got over the feelings I had for you, big sister.”

A tear was rolling down her face. I brushed it away with my thumb, aware that I was crying, too. She drifted closer to give me a tender kiss on the mouth. My heart soared; my lips parted. Our bodies seemed to melt together as her tongue sought mine.

I eagerly returned Julie’s kiss, already hungry for more – much more. I wanted to kiss every inch of my sister’s body. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw her naked, but was determined to strip her off right then and there. With fingers made clumsy by helpless lust, I began to undo the buttons on the front of Julie’s pretty blue dress.

I’m still not sure how, but somehow she got me out of my top first. Then again, Jules had been at this lesbian thing for a lot longer than me. I paused to shrug out of my bra, then got my sister’s dress all the way open. She let it slide to the ground, leaving her nude but for a skimpy pair of yellow knickers. I reached for the waistband – but before I could tug them down, Julie was kissing my neck and shoulders, cupping my breasts with both hands. With a blissful sigh, I gave myself over to her lovemaking.

Before I knew it, her mouth had found my nipples, and she was sucking each one in turn, occasionally giving them playful little bites. She made love to my breasts until I was on the verge of swooning, then met me in another lustful kiss.

This time I was first to break away. “My turn,” I told Julie, then went down on my knees, still determined to get my sister out of her knickers, the last bit of clothing left between us. This time she stood still long enough for me to tug them down to her ankles. She daintily stepped from them, then positioned herself before me.

I had to pause for a moment. I’d not seen Julie nude since we were teenagers, and she’d ripened deliciously since then, like a juicy apple. Her pubes were neatly trimmed into an arrowhead shape, pointing the way to where I most wanted to be. I drew closer.

“Smell my cunt,” she murmured, and I took a deep, lingering whiff. “You like?”

I did like… in fact, the thick, musky scent of my sister had me positively light-headed. “I love it… I love you,” I said, then buried my mouth in her opening, kissing Julie’s sex with a passion that made her squeal with delight.

I sent my tongue forth, probing into my baby sister’s vagina. It dripped with her essence, and I drank from Julie as if dying of thirst.

How had I come to this pass? Mere hours earlier, I was a frustrated divorcee, wearied by a life of skirmishes with men, wondering if it was worth even attempting another heterosexual relationship. Now I was a lesbian, deliriously happy, drunk on my newfound sexuality, and head over heels in love – with my daughter and my sister. I smiled into Julie’s cunt as I licked her, blissfully content with my lot.

It’s true that I was still a novice when it came to sex with females. Still, I must have been doing something right, because Julie was quite vocal in her pleasure, moaning ecstatically as I went down on her.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. “My legs are g-gonna give out, big sister,” she said, a tremor in her voice. “Let’s go indoors.”

Rising to my feet, I followed Julie into her cottage, leaving our clothes scattered in the grass. The heavy oaken door closed with a thud, and my sister had my hand, leading me into a wonderfully cozy bedroom.

The bed itself was enormous, with plenty of room for whatever Julie and I were up for. And right then, I was up for being a very naughty girl.

She crawled onto the bed, then stretched out, legs carelessly spread, a hand resting just above her pudendum. “Now, where were we…?” she muttered, then gave me a lustful smile. “Oh, yeh, I remember. You were eating my pussy. As you were, then.”

Stretching out between Julie’s thighs, I got back to work, plastering my mouth to that juicy opening in a deep, lustful French kiss, picking up right where I’d left off.

Things got a little blurry after that. I licked her, then she went down on me, after which Julie and I got into a free-for-all, doing anything and everything that came to mind, but not allowing ourselves to cross the line into orgasm. I had an easier time of it than my sister, seeing as I’d already come three times that day.  Julie, I later learned, had saved herself for Margaret’s return, so she was aching for release, her body taut as piano wire beneath mine.

“Oh, Enid,” she finally pleaded, “I c-can’t take any more. Please, please make me come!”

Taking her engorged clit between my lips, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue… and an instant later, Julie was howling like a banshee as that long-awaited orgasm came crashing down, jerking her slender frame this way and that. Her cry rose to a shriek that dwindled into a low moan, then a blissful sigh as she relaxed into the sodden sheets.

“Crikey,” she breathed, stretching her limbs. “You have completely and utterly undone me, big sister. And you’re seriously telling me that you never fucked a woman until today?”

I stretched out alongside my sister, taking her hand. “Never,” I said. “It seems crazy that I haven’t at least tried it before. I mean, I’ve been feeling bi-curious ever since the divorce, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that I, um, went for it.”

“And with your daughter!” Julie exclaimed. “Now, that’s got me positively blinkered. How on earth did it happen?”

So I told her everything. Naturally, Julie was thrilled to learn that she’d been the one who inspired Stacy to suggest we try going without knickers on the train… which, more than anything, led directly to me taking my ten-year-old child as a lover.

Julie shivered as I described how I’d licked Stacy’s baby-smooth slit in the corridor connecting two of the carriages, then she began to masturbate when I got to the part where my daughter took me into the tiny toilet cubicle and feasted on my cunt until I came in her face.

Slipping a hand between my sister’s thighs, I took over, fingering her to a second orgasm while regaling her with my account of how Stacy and I had gone on to fuck her lover Margaret in a shared compartment of the train.

As Julie lay gasping for breath, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “And that’s the whole story.”

Struggling into a sitting position, my sister shook her head. “This story’s still being written,” she said, “and I’m about to start a new chapter.” She lay back down. “Sit on my face, Enid. Feed me your cunt.”

By then, I was fired up and ready to be pleasured again, so I mounted Julie’s face, giving myself over to her considerable oral skills. She took me like a wild animal, exploring every inch of my vulva with her hot, probing tongue.

My head was bowed forward, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode Julie’s face, so I didn’t see my daughter when she entered. Instead, I heard her say, “Oh, wow.”

I looked up. Stacy and Margaret were watching us from the foot of the bed. My little girl, bless her, was already stripping off, unfastening her skirt and casting it aside. The top quickly followed, leaving her naked.

Julie paused in her licking. “How was the beach?” she asked.

“Too crowded,” Margaret replied. “We were able to undress, but there was nowhere for us to do anything else.”

“And I wanted to lick Maggie’s pussy!” my daughter declared. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked. “She did it to me on the train, but I’ve not got to taste her yet!”

“So we chose to come back and see what you two lovebirds were up to,” said Margaret. Noting Stacy’s nudity, she added, “Well, when in Rome…” and began to unbutton her own dress. Soon, my child and Julie’s equally naked lover were climbing onto that enormous bed to join us.

Stacy didn’t hesitate; she flopped down between Julie’s legs to feast on my sister’s neatly trimmed pussy. As for Margaret, she knelt next to me, our mouths meeting in a deep, lustful kiss while I fondled her generous breasts.

Once Stacy brought her aunt off, Margaret was the only one of us who hadn’t come at least three times, so my daughter, my sister and I teamed up on her, taking turns servicing Margaret’s cunt, anus, breasts and mouth until she begged for mercy.

By that point, we were all well and truly knackered, so the remainder of the afternoon was spent lolling in bed without a stitch of clothing. There was a lot of reflection on my part, coming to grips with this thrilling new version of myself – and of my little girl. That day, our journey had taken us on rail across England – but in another, special way, Stacy and I had travelled much, much farther.

Eventually, we did rouse ourselves. By then we were ravenously hungry, and Julie had prepared a large pot of soup to mark our arrival, on the hob and waiting to be heated up. She busied herself at the stove, while Margaret showed Stacy and me to the guest room, where we stashed our luggage. I realised that the clothes I’d been wearing were still scattered about in the yard, so I went out to fetch them in, along with my sister’s things.

Soon we were seated round the table in dressing gowns, eagerly tucking into Julie’s simple, but immensely satisfying meal. Her beef soup was marvelous, as was the fresh-baked bread she served with it. We ate several bowls apiece, which barely left room for slices of the apple pie my sister served up.

Afterward, Julie took us to her studio, where we got to see some of her completed sculptures, as well as a couple of works in progress. I’d seen photos of her creations, but that didn’t come close to capturing how impressive they were in person. Julie showed us her tools, the materials she used and sketches of as yet unrealised pieces. Stacy was absolutely dazzled, deciding there and then that she wanted to be an artist when she came of age.

Then it was back to the bedroom for the lot of us, where our dressing gowns were quickly discarded. We began to make love again, though this time Julie and Margaret were focused on teaching their novice guests a few things we didn’t yet know about lesbian sex.

First, they introduced us to scissoring. Margaret ground her cunt into mine until I saw stars, while Julie and Stacy placed their bare slits together and got to work, moving together wildly enough to make the headboard thump against the wall. My daughter got into it in a big way, her dancer’s legs strong enough to give Julie a real run for her money.

Once she got her breath back, Julie opened her toy chest, showing us the varied devices and how they worked. Mind you, we didn’t put any of them to use that night. After that last round, the four of us were more or less fucked out… and by then, the day’s travel was taking its toll on my daughter and me. Stacy wanted to know everything about Julie’s sex toys, but the poor girl could barely keep her eyes open. She drifted off in the middle of a sentence, curled against Margaret like a dozing kitten.

I was prepared to carry Stacy to the guest room and settle in, but Julie refused to hear of it. “Enid, let that poor girl be,” she said, keeping her voice low. “And you, dearest sister… you aren’t going anywhere near that spare room tonight. There’s room in this bed for all of us, so let’s make a slumber party of it!”

As you might imagine, that arrangement appealed to me in a big way. Julie allowed me to nip up to the spare room to fetch my toothbrush, then the three grownups left Stacy snoozing while we prepared for bed.

Tired as I was, my mind was still humming like a beehive, overwhelmed by the day’s events. I felt utterly incapable of sleep, yet ended up drifting off as soon as Margaret turned out the light.

***

The next few days were marvelous; a little glimpse of a lust-fuelled Eden. We indulged our senses in every way imaginable. I’d only planned to stay for the weekend, but quickly elected to cash in an extra two weeks of vacation time.

I’d never been to Cornwall before, and found myself falling in love with the place. There was a relaxed pace to living that felt downright medicinal, compared to the relentless hustle and bustle of London. The very air seemed sweeter.

As for Stacy, I’d never seen her so happy. She’d always been a fairly cheerful kid, but the way she blossomed in this seaside environment was a revelation. Within two days, she’d made herself a new batch of friends, and spent a good portion of her time with them wandering the area.

At first I had to remind Stacy to put on sunblock, but it quickly became part of her daily routine. She liked for me to apply it to her myself after she emerged damp, rosy and gleaming, from her morning shower. Sometimes, I’d get carried away with rubbing the creamy lotion onto Stacy’s body, and we’d end up making love. If Julie or Margaret happened to wander by, they were likely to strip off and join in.

We fucked quite a lot, the four of us, in whatever combination we came up with at that moment. One morning I made my way into the kitchen to find Julie spread out on the counter, legs spread, shorts and thong dangling from an ankle and my precocious ten-year-old’s mouth buried in her minge.

How did I respond? In that particular instance, I knelt behind Stacy, flipped up my daughter’s skirt to reveal her bare bum, then buried my tongue in the crack of her arse. I’d managed to convince Stacy that it wasn’t a good idea for a little girl to go about in public sans knickers, but in her aunt’s home, she always went commando. By then, Stacy was constantly in the mood for sex, and the little vixen loved to put her slit on display, intent on enticing one or more of us into a heated fuck.

And we fucked often. My daughter and I were new to the lesbian life, and we simply could not get enough. That sweet, enticing melody of mouth, fingers and cunt held us in thrall.

Luckily, Stacy and I were able to satisfy our appetites with each other when Margaret was working at her shop, or Julie was labouring on her latest bronze in the studio. And regardless of how often my daughter and I satisfied each other, all four of us ended up in that huge bed every night. We didn’t always have sex, mind you, but it happened more often than not.

Those extra two weeks of vacation time seemed to fly by. Before we knew it, the time had come to pack our things, say our goodbyes and board the train for home.

But I didn’t want to go, and neither did Stacy. We’d come to adore Cornwall, and the thought of being so far away from our new lovers was intolerable. It would also hurt to leave my sister. The two of us had bonded beautifully after so many years apart, and I didn’t want to risk losing that closeness.

Julie and Margaret clearly sensed our reluctance to leave, and bless them, they chose to do something about it. The day before Stacy and I were to depart, my sister invited me to stroll with her on the beach.

As we strolled hand in hand along the shingle, Julie opened her heart. She declared her love for me and Stacy, then made it clear that Margaret felt the same.

“We don’t want you to go,” she insisted, “and it’s easy to see how much you love being here. Enid… how would you and Stacy feel about pulling up stakes and moving in with us?”

I was taken aback, but immediately saw the merits of Julie’s offer. My position with Harrods paid well, but it bored me, and our London flat was impossibly cramped compared to my sister’s spacious home.

As for Stacy, I knew she would be over the moon at the prospect of moving in with Aunt Julie and Margaret, as would I. The four of us in this beautiful home in this friendly community, revelling in our newfound love… how could I refuse?

“I’ll have a lot of details to work out; business to resolve,” I began, “But yes, Julie. I want this, and so will Stacy.”

My sister’s eyes were shining. “I love you, Enid,” she said, and we hugged, sealing our resolution with a kiss.

***

And that, dear readers, is how my child and I stumbled into our new life. I quit my job, got out of our lease, bid my friends adieu and left London for Cornwall. I now teach at the local school, and absolutely love it. I’ll have Stacy as a student in a couple of years, which ought to be interesting.

Stacy, needless to say, is blissfully content with her lot. She’s easily one of the most popular kids at school, a star player on the football team and, under my sister’s tutelage, a novice painter. According to Julie, my daughter is already a dab hand with the brush, with the potential to be a great artist if she sticks with it. I joke that two artists in the family might be overdoing things… but honestly, I’m thrilled that Stacy has something to be so passionate about — other than sex, that is.

Speaking of which, our collective appetite for lovemaking has yet to diminish. We continue to fuck in duos and trios when the mood takes us, and at least twice a week, we have Family Night.

It starts with a look. One of us will glance round the dinner table with a thoughtful smile, desire in her eyes. If the time is right — and it nearly always is — we four will silently rise from our seats and make our way to the master bedroom, a gleeful Stacy usually in the lead.

We undress one another, usually taking our time with it, baring each other’s bodies item by item. But if the mood is on us, we strip off in a lustful frenzy, clothes flying in all directions until everyone is naked.  Then we climb onto that enormous bed, and the loving begins.

We couple in a sweet, delirious frenzy, rutting like beasts in heat. Or perhaps the sex is slow and languid, each moment savoured like a good wine. Or maybe the mood is playful, a children’s game played in the nude, accompanied by the music of our giddy laughter. Maybe all of these. Or something else, something different.

In some ways, the aftermath of our shared ecstasy is the very best part. We lie together in perfect peace, exchanging the occasional caress, whispering words of love as the sweat cools on our still-tingling bodies. Never have I known such tranquility. The world might well be uninhabited but for the four of us.

***

And there you have it — the story of how a simple question from my daughter turned both our lives around. I sometimes wonder where we would be now if Stacy hadn’t been intrigued by my sister’s habit of going without knickers, enough to float the suggestion that we remove ours. I still think of that as the happiest day of my life.

I am very much in love with my sister and Margaret, but the passion I feel for my little girl consumes me whole. She is my alpha and my omega.

Tomorrow, it will be exactly two years since Stacy and I first coupled on the train to Cornwall, when my daughter and I realised our destiny – as lesbians and as lovers.

As I write these words, Stacy is dozing peacefully in the bed we share, most nights. She is naked, as am I. The sheet is pushed down to reveal her upper half – where my daughter’s breasts are just beginning to ripen – and the gentle curve of her hip. The light from my desk lamp barely illuminates Stacy’s face, but her beauty lights up the room. I have to put my pen down for a moment; to simply drink in the glorious sight, shedding a few tears of joy at one point. Sweet child, how I adore you. How I always will.

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Author’s note: Just so you know, this is NOT another old story from my archive, the one I’ve been dipping into to fill the occasional desperate need for a post. No, this is a brand new offering from the JetBoy pen — rusty, perhaps, but still capable of scratching words on paper. I’ve been chipping away at this for more years than I care to admit, and completed it in a burst of what some might call creativity. It’s adapted and expanded considerably from a Leslita story I can’t currently locate, damn it all — though perhaps my mate Sapphmore will be able to track it down. The first chapter comes from that story (though it has been completely rewritten), while the forthcoming final chapter is my own creation.  May it bring you good people a generous measure of pleasure.

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By JetBoy

After months of tedious legal manoeuvring, I’d finally managed to escape my nightmare of a marriage, and on very favourable terms. My adulterous bastard of an ex-husband got the house, which was fine with me, as I’d never liked the place. As a result, the judge gifted me with a hefty percentage of Brian’s paycheck. Needless to say, Brian was livid about how much support he had to pay, but he was on the hook for every penny until I married again – and after twelve years with him, I had no intention of ever taking another husband.

Best of all, I got full custody of my ten-year-old daughter, Stacy, the light of my life. Oh, Brian made vague noises about visitation rights, but I knew he’d never follow through. He’d been the textbook example of an absentee father, too wrapped up in his job, his money, his collection of vintage cars and his prostitutes to give a toss about his own child. While we were married, Stacy barely knew him – and by the time the divorce papers came through, she was all too aware of what a complete shit he was.

Now, ten-year-old Stacy and I were taking a lengthy journey by train, on our way to my sister Julie’s house in Cornwall. She is a sculptor who made something of a splash in the art scene about five years ago, and has made a very comfortable living from it ever since. Julie quickly grew tired of the London scene, so she decamped for a quieter way of life by the sea. She purchased a house with a spacious studio, where she worked in iron and bronze, regularly turning out new pieces.

Julie is twenty-nine, just two years younger than me. She is a lesbian, and has been out since she was sixteen years old and got caught fucking an older woman, one of her teachers. The resulting scandal had her tossed out of school, and then she left home for good the day after she turned seventeen. We kept up occasional phone contact, but I hadn’t seen her in years and wasn’t sure what to expect from this visit.

Now single once again, I was flush with freedom, eager to find myself a piece of happiness… maybe even love. It also seemed like the right time to renew family ties, hence this trip to visit my sister. The main reason I’d not seen her in so long was down to my bastard ex, who turned into a moralistic tight-arsed Tory a few years after we married, aping the posh stockbrokers who employed him. Brian didn’t approve of Julie, calling her ‘a bad influence’, and insisted I have as little to do with her as possible. Fool that I was, I did as he wanted to keep the peace. To this day I’m angry with myself for having given in so easily to his bigoted whims.

Although it was summertime, the train was less than half full, so Stacy and I had a set of facing seats to ourselves. We sat side by side, facing forward. The table in front of us was covered with barely read magazines, empty drink cans, a box of Black Magic chocolates, my handbag and a package of tissues. The seats opposite were unoccupied, so we could put our feet up.

“What was Aunt Julie like, Mummy?” Stacy asked me. “Back when she was a girl, I mean.”

“She was very pretty and popular,” I told her. “The boys liked her quite a bit. It was a shock to us all when we found out that she was gay and in love with her teacher.”

“Mummy, have you ever done stuff with a woman before? Like Aunt Julie did?”

I shook my head. “No, love,” I murmured thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Maybe I would have been happier if I had been a lesbian. Actually, that’s not true, sweetheart, because then I wouldn’t have you,” I playfully tousled her hair. “It was even worth being married to your tosser of a dad, just to get you as part of the deal.”

Stacy giggled. “Maybe you should be a lesbian now, Mummy!”

“Maybe I should.” In fact, I had been turning over the idea of pursuing a sexual relationship with a woman for some time. I’d had lesbian fantasies before that had never been acted upon, and was quickly coming to the conclusion that it was time to do something about that. I studied my little girl. “What do you think about that, love? How would you feel if Mummy got a girlfriend?”

“I think it would be awesome!” Stacy squealed. “I like girls lots more than boys.” She started to giggle. “Maybe I should be a lesbian, too!”

“Could happen,” I replied. I don’t know why, but the thought of my daughter naked and making love to one of her little friends had me feeling rather tingly.

Christ almighty, I thought, shaking my head. Someone needs to get shagged, and soon.

“Tell me something else about Aunt Julie, Mama,” Stacy cooed. “Something…. something exciting!”

“One other thing I remember,” I said, “is that she liked to go commando.”

Stacy furrowed her brow. “What’s that?”

I lowered my voice. “Going out in public without wearing knickers.” She looked puzzled. I went back to her ear, “See, it’s supposed to make you feel very sexy. You’re being naughty, only no one knows — unless you want them to know.”

“Hmmm,” she mused, digesting the idea. “Did you ever do that?”

“No, never,” I replied with a shrug. “Julie was always the bold one. At her age, I was much too bashful to try anything so daring… and then, well, I was married to your father.”

Looking up at me, she whispered, “Can we try it now?”

Gazing down at my little girl, I found myself actually considering and weighing this idea of hers. Newly released from my crap marriage, I was in a mood for adventure. I’d been the proper little housewife for much too long.

I took a moment to consider what we were wearing. Stacy was dressed in a short skirt and sandals, while I had on a cotton blouse and a short skirt. We’d have to be careful, but I felt sure we could avoid causing any public scandals.

“I will if you will,” I told Stacy.

Her cheeks slightly flushed, my daughter gave me a quick nod. “You first, ‘kay?” she added shyly.

I entered the aisle, nervously advancing toward the closet-sized lavatory. Once inside, I used the toilet, but instead of pulling up my thong, I slipped it off, clutching it tightly in my hand. I’d spent nearly my entire life making sure I never flashed my knickers. Now I risked revealing my cunt to perfect strangers.

I was fairly sure I could get away with it… even so, I was wickedly excited, my pulse racing as I strolled back to our seat. I couldn’t help it. I knew that going without panties had me walking in a different, sexier way. The air that caressed my pussy felt wonderful, and rather stimulating.

I sat down and handed my thong to Stacy. She slipped it into her pink plastic handbag. “What’s it feel like?” she asked.

“It feels lovely,” I said. “Go on, now… it’s your turn.”

She went off to the toilet. I watched her as she sauntered down the aisle, her skirt swaying with the motion of the train. I reflected on what a gorgeous little girl she was, wondering why the idea of her going without panties seemed to quicken my heartbeat.

I frowned. What’s happening here? Sure, I’d been having fantasies about making love to a woman… but how could I be turned on by my own child? Nonetheless, I kept picturing Stacy’s nakedness underneath her cute skirt, getting more aroused by the second.

She was in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Then, eventually, the door slid open and there she stood, smiling broadly. I knew what my little girl was feeling, and the thought made my pussy moisten.

I glanced at her sensuous little-girl mouth and, out of nowhere, wondered how she would react if I suddenly kissed her. Really kissed her.

Stacy moved slowly towards me. The slightest breeze would have shown her bare slit to everyone. I suppose that there was more of my sister in me then I’d realised, because my mouth went dry, my cunt throbbed with arousal and, most obvious of all, my nipples stiffened, pushing against the flimsy bra I wore. No doubt about it… I was hot as a pistol, and my own little girl was causing it!

Seeing the excitement in Stacy’s eyes, I understood very well what my daughter was feeling, probably for the first time. Was I the only one that could read her excitement, see her eyes flashing as the thrill of this newfound sensuality ran through her little-girl body? Her hips swayed, perhaps with the motion of the train… perhaps with something more.

I stood up to allow her to slide into the window seat. By now my cunt was dripping wet, warm juices oozing down my inner thighs. As subtly as I could, I took two or three tissues from the box on the table and used them to wipe myself.

Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This feels lovely, Mummy,” she said, “but I’m all wet down there. Can you wipe me, too?”

A tremor of arousal rippled through me, and I did my best to tamp it down. I couldn’t let myself get excited by my own little girl! She needed me to clean her, needed me to be a good mother. Time to calm myself somehow — even though I was about to touch Stacy’s bare slit.

Taking a long, deep breath, I reached for another handful of tissues, looked about to make sure no one was paying attention, then slipped a hand between my ten-year-old’s thighs. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I slowly wiped her with my wad of Kleenex. She gasped, then relaxed, her eyes dreamy as she allowed me to finish cleaning her.

“That feels good, Mummy,” she whimpered. “D-do it some more, okay?”

I took one of the magazines and opened it up on the table in front of me, then leaned forward as if studying it closely. Letting the Kleenex I held drop from my trembling fingers, I pressed my right hand between my daughter’s inner thighs. She relaxed, opening her legs to welcome me. She held onto the upper part of my arm, leaning into me as if she was reading along.

My fingers found her slit. It was smooth, soft and very warm.

As I traced up and down the opening of my little girl’s vagina, it grew increasingly moist. When I found the tiny nub of her clitoris, Stacy dug her nails into my arm, her mouth forming a perfect O. She turned and leaned to gasp in my ear, “I… I love you, Mummy!” then shuddered through an orgasm — her first?

I glanced nervously around the carriage as my child trembled with pleasure, biting her knuckle to keep from making noise. The other passengers were mostly either reading or sleeping. One of two were just staring out of the window. No one seemed to have taken any notice of my daughter’s climax.

Lifting my gaze from the magazine I’d been staring at while I’d pleasured her, I looked at Stacy. Her eyes were still misted over. Her lips were moist and pink. God, I desperately wanted to take her into my arms and kiss her passionately, but I didn’t. Instead, I silently mouthed the words, “I love you, baby.”

I was still dazed by the realisation that Stacy had just experienced her first ever orgasm, and I’d given it to her. I ought to have been overwhelmed by shame. Instead, I was dripping wet and desperate for relief, nipples so stiff that they ached.

My first impulse was to hasten back into the toilet for a quick wank, but then Stacy touched my arm. “Can we walk through the train, Mummy? I want to move around. It feels nice.”

I knew she was thrilled by the naughtiness and the risk of moving around without our knickers, and understood completely. We were seated close to the front of the train, so when I stood up and collected our things I pointed her towards the rear.

The feeling of the air playing on my pussy was wonderful. I couldn’t walk straight no matter how I tried. I wantonly swayed my hips, which waved my ass from side to side and flicked at the hem of my skirt. I loved it. I just got wetter and wetter until I thought I would burst. Stacy walked in front of me in the same lustful way. She would occasionally look back at me. Her eyes were hungry, her lips full and ripe. The sight of my beautiful daughter had my heart racing. I wanted her with a growing desperation.

Is this really me? I wondered. I’d never thought of Stacy as a sexual creature before… and now, the idea of making love to her seemed completely natural, even logical.

We came to another joint between carriages. No one was there, and the window had been left open. The wind that flowed into the small space had an immediate effect, blowing Stacy’s dress up to the waist and giving me a quick glimpse of her bare buttocks.

It was too much, too bloody much. Taking hold of Stacy, pushed her up against the wall, so she couldn’t be seen from either carriage. My daughter gawped at me as I lifted her skirt to gaze hungrily at the glistening pink cleft of her slit.

I glanced up at my beloved Stacy, licking my lips as our eyes met… then I brought my face to the rise of my little girl’s vulva, my tongue emerging to glide along the juicy slit. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, parting her thighs wide for me.

I licked and kissed and sucked hungrily at my little girl’s cunt, marvelling at how tart and delicious she tasted. Stacy writhed from side to side, her breath coming in quick gasps, occasionally whispering, “Yes, Mummy… oh, oh yes. Oh, Mummy, I love you.”

I continued to lick, finally homing in on the tiny clitoris. She cried out softly, clutching my face to her as she came in my thirsty mouth.

She had just trembled through her orgasm when we heard footsteps. I pulled her dress down just in time and began to fiddle with her shoe. “There, sweetheart. It should stay fastened now,” I murmured, hoping that whoever it was didn’t notice the wetness that now coated my lips and chin.

The man barely threw us a glance as he passed by. I watched as he walked along the carriage and away. When I looked back, Stacy was gazing gleefully at me, delighted that we’d gotten away with something so wicked.

She was giggling as we headed back the way we came. I was still dazed by the knowledge that I had just gone down on my ten-year-old daughter. I could only think about how much I wanted to have her again.

Then as we reached the toilet, Stacy suddenly seized my wrist and darted inside, dragging me along. Once inside, she swiftly shut the door, then grinned wickedly up at me. I shivered as I saw the near-feral desire that was written, plain as day, on my child’s face.

“I want to kiss you like that, Mummy,” she cooed. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

It was too much to resist, not that I had the slightest intention of refusing my little girl. But first, I knelt before Stacy, drawing her slender body to mine. “My sweet baby,” I breathed, “My little lover. Do you really want to do that to your mummy?”

Stacy nodded. “I do,” she whispered… and I kissed her lovely mouth.

My daughter melted into my arms, her lips parting to admit my tongue. I kissed her hotly, ardently, and my desire only surged higher as Stacy’s tongue engaged with mine, timidly at first. But she quickly got the hang of it, and within seconds, my child and I were making out, fondling each other’s bodies as our mouths slid deliciously together.

Then I gently broke away, rising to my feet. Hoisting my skirt as high as it would go, I raised a foot from the floor, placing it upon the rim of the metal sink. Now my cunt was fully exposed to Stacy, and the look of awe on my daughter’s face as she took her first good look at a grown woman’s vagina was nearly enough to make me come right then.

I watched as my ten-year-old moved closer, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… I like how you smell, Mummy,” she purred… then she buried her lips in my pubic thatch, pressing a warm kiss into the glistening flesh. I moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of what I was seeing: my precious daughter, loving me with her mouth.

She kissed me again with those amazingly soft lips… then her tongue came out to play, and I sobbed with pure joy as Stacy took a long, slow lick. She paused, testing the flavour, then grinned. “Yummy!” Then she clutched my hips, claiming my cunt with her hot, sucking mouth… and I was lost to the world.

I wish every mother could know the delight, the pure unbridled ecstasy of being sexually pleasured by a loving daughter. I’ve coupled with Stacy hundreds of times since that day — yet it was that first hurried fuck that I treasure most of all, my girl and I crammed into a tiny lavatory on a moving train, my foot propped high on a sink as she feasted on my dripping minge.

It was so perfect, so beautiful — and when I came, it was like a climax beyond climax. Stacy kept eating my pussy, too, even after I had come; and suddenly I was orgasming again, trying my level best not to scream or fall.

I found myself slumped against the wall and sliding down; finally seated on the floor, skirt up and around my waist. Stacy was kneeling before me, her eyes warm with adoration. “My sweet mummy,” she breathed; then she moved closer, covering my mouth with hers. My head spun as I savoured the taste of pussy on my little girl’s lips, licking around them as we shared a passionate kiss. I allowed my hand to slip between her thin thighs, cupping her bare vulva. Stacy’s slit was still moist, and she moaned into my mouth as I fondled her.

God, I already wanted her again — but I knew we would soon be reaching our transfer point. “C’mon, honeybunch,” I whispered, gently breaking our kiss. “We’ve got to catch our next train.” She pouted a bit, but I told her, “Don’t be upset, baby… you can sleep with me tonight, and we’ll make love again.”

That perked her up right away, and we quickly tidied ourselves up before exiting the toilet. An old woman with a mouth tight as a satchel glared at us as we exited, but I only smiled. Right then, nothing in the world could spoil my joyful mood.

When we left the train, I was careful to stay in front of Stacy whenever we had to go downstairs, and made sure to always be behind her if we had to climb up them. I had years of practice of not flashing my pussy, while she was still a novice at this whole commando thing. She, of course, found my caution hilarious. I suspected the little minx had something of an exhibitionist streak, and wanted nothing more than to expose her concealed nudity to someone else.

Our next train didn’t leave for an hour, so Stacy and I stopped for tea in a quaint little shop, where we had sandwiches and slices of cake. Returning to the station, we found the platform we needed, and the local train arrived a few minutes later. The vibration and the draft it caused were both electrifying. Stacy giggled with delight as the cool air caressed her bare vulva, twisting her body from side to side.

The train was a very old fashioned one, made up of separate compartments, each with its own door. Once it came to a stop, we simply opened the nearest one, then climbed up and into the compartment. If there had been anyone behind us, they would have surely caught a glimpse of our bare bottoms.

There was only one other passenger in this compartment: an attractive older woman, in her mid-forties or thereabouts. She sat facing us, but looking out of the window. I shut the door shut behind us.

When the train finally began to move, the woman looked at us with the oddest expression, as if we’d done something to startle her.

We were soon out of the station and picking up speed. Stacy, perhaps still feeling the stirrings of our newfound lesbian desire, was behaving in a very wanton way. She sat back on the long bench seat that went the full width of the carriage and crossed one leg over the other. I noticed the woman staring at her, and turned my head to see what Stacy was up to. My eyes widened when I saw that my daughter had her calf resting on the other leg, giving the woman a full view of her cunt.

I opened my mouth to tell Stacy to behave, but was taken aback by the expression on the woman’s face. She was smiling at my little girl, her eyes alight with excitement.

The woman looked up at me, then back down at Stacy’s pussy. “Little one,” she said, “you are very beautiful. I was seduced many years ago by a little girl as lovely as you. She liked to show me her cunt, just as you are now.”

I studied this woman, taking in how attractive she was as she gave me a most significant smile. It occurred to me that this could be an opportunity for my daughter and I to explore lesbian love even further…

“Did you lick her?” Stacy cooed, shocking me with her boldness.

“I certainly did, child… and she licked me as well.” The woman moistened her lips. “I’d love to taste you, too.” Her eyes met mine again. “May I?”

Standing on trembling legs, I stood before the woman and lifted my skirt, flashing my minge at her. “Would you like to taste me, too?”

I don’t know what possessed me. I was behaving like a complete slag, but didn’t care at all. Having tasted the delights of lesbian love with Stacy, I wanted more. I hungered for female flesh, and this woman’s interest sent my lust soaring.

Reaching out, she ran her fingers through my pubes. “It will be my pleasure,” she said. Rising from her seat, she moved to lock the compartment door and pull down the shade. “No one will interrupt us here. I have made love to many women on this train.” She winked at my daughter. “And a few girls, as well. By the way, I’m Margaret.”

I stretched out on the seat. “My name’s Enid… and that’s my daughter Stacy.”

“Hi, Margaret!” Stacy chirped, her bare slit still on full display.

“Delighted to meet you both,” the woman replied. Turning to Stacy, she said, “I’m going to have your mum for my afternoon tea, little one… then you’ll be my dessert!”

“Okay,” my baby girl piped, then sat back to enjoy the show, already stroking herself.

Margaret pulled my top up and off, then deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. Lowering her face to my breasts, she closed her mouth over the left nipple as her right hand flicked my skirt out of the way, exposing my bush. I spread my legs as far apart as possible.

The woman plunged two fingers into my dripping vagina and fucked me hard and deep, steadily increasing in speed with each stroke. She was rubbing my clit with her thumb, so I couldn’t restrain myself for very long. My back arched as I gave a choked scream, my body seizing up in a massive orgasm that absolutely blinded me for a few seconds.

When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Stacy. She had her heels on the seat, legs spread wide, caressing herself.

The woman offered her sticky fingers to my little girl… and Stacy took them into her mouth, humming with delight as she sampled her mummy’s pussy again. “Ah,” the woman nodded, then glanced back at me. “She’s tasted you before, hasn’t she?”

I nodded. “We… we just made love for the first time — a few minutes ago.”

“I knew I smelled cunt when you got in.” She shook her head in awe. “I don’t know what made me so certain of it, but something told me that you two have been intimate together. I’m glad to see I was right.” Her eyes burned into mine. “You remind me of my lover. I’ll be meeting her at the station. She, too, is attracted to young girls.” Margaret knelt before Stacy, burrowing between her thighs, covering my baby’s slit with her mouth.

Stacy’s back arched as the woman probed her cunt with an eager tongue. My baby was crying, “Yes, yes, yes!” Then suddenly Margaret sat up, her lips dripping in juices, and began to masturbate my little girl. Soon my little girl was gurgling in ecstasy as this older woman brought her off. Finally Stacy collapsed, completely spent. She was sprawled out in her seat, legs still parted, her sex lewdly exposed.

Margaret took her seat, all smiles. “That was wonderful. A dream and a memory come true.” She lifted her skirt to reveal a soft belly and her hairy cunt. “You’re not the only ones going without knickers, you know.”

Her eyes were daring me to act… and I was moving toward her before I even knew it, hypnotised by that beautiful brown bush. Kneeling before my new lover, I buried my mouth in the dark fur, seeking and finding the juicy flesh it concealed.

“Lovely,” she whispered as I ate her cunt like I’d been born to it, intoxicated by the taste and smell of her, as well as the heat of the woman’s fluids as they dripped from my chin.

Why had I wasted so many years with men? This was love as I’d dreamed it would be, making my heart race, my soul radiate. Then and there, I knew I was a lesbian.

My little girl had recovered from her climax and was now sharing hot, deep kisses with our new friend, who was moaning in Stacy’s mouth while I fucked her with my tongue. Suddenly she was coming, her essence flowing forth to coat my lips and chin. I drank it down like wine.

By then I was on fire, in desperate need of release… and our new friend was more than ready to assist. She got me down on all fours, knelt behind me.

“So, you’ve licked your mummy’s cunt, she tells me,” Margaret said to Stacy – casually, as if she was asking my daughter about what games she liked to play.

“Uh-huh!” Stacy replied. “I liked it, too. Mummy is yummy!” She giggled. “Her cunt, I mean.”

“Oh, I know what you mean, little one… tell me, though: do you know what rimming is?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Well, that’s when you use your tongue on a lover’s bumhole.”

“Really?” I could easily picture the awed look on my little girl’s face. Stacy’s curiosity was boundless, and nothing pleased her like the opportunity to learn something new and interesting. “Doesn’t it taste bad?”

“Not at all, love. Here, I’ll show you.” I felt the woman’s hands spread my arse open, then her warm, wet tongue bathed my rosebud.

It felt divine. No man had ever pleasured me that way before, and I found myself wondering what other sexual delights I’d missed in my life. I’ll be trying them all now, I decided, and Stacy will be learning with me.

The woman drew away, then said, “Now kiss me, angel.”

I heard the sound of lips and tongues mingling as this lovely stranger kissed my child, then Stacy said, “I want to lick Mummy’s bottom now!”

“Go right ahead, love,” Margaret replied. “You’re a very lucky child, you know. Not many little girls get the chance to play such nice games with their mums.”

I’m not sure Stacy was even listening at that point. Her tongue was trailing up and down through the crack of my arse, and she was humming contentedly, as if enjoying a long awaited treat.

“Put a finger in her cunt,” Margaret said, “She’ll like that.”

Stacy fumbled around, seeking but failing to locate my vaginal entrance. “I can’t find it,” she pouted.

“Don’t worry, child. I’ll help you,” came the woman’s soothing voice. She knelt next to Stacy, and I felt her fingers search out my opening. “Oh, my… she’s really wet. Tell you what, child – let’s put two of your fingers inside.”

Seconds later, my baby girl penetrated me, her fingers probing deep into my cunt. Her mouth returned to my anus, and she swirled her tongue around the tight ring.

“Fuck her hard,” urged Margaret, sounding short of breath. I suspected our new friend was masturbating, and who could blame her?

Stacy dutifully went to work, giving my vagina a serious pounding. Her hand made squishing sounds with each stroke, and I could feel warm, thick juices oozing down my inner thighs. So close, so close, so fucking close…

And just like that, I was coming like a wildcat, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. My darling child took me to the acme of pleasure, then over the edge. She probably would’ve kept going, but I might have had a heart attack first.

Taking pity on me, Margaret said, “You’d better stop, angel – I don’t think your mum can take much more.”

Stacy dutifully withdrew her hand, and I collapsed on the carpet, wheezing like an old accordion.

The three of us spent a couple of minutes recovering, but we knew it was necessary to get back into our clothes before we were caught. That didn’t prevent us from swapping the occasional lover’s kiss while dressing. Margaret had a bottle of citrus-scented air freshener, which she used to banish the remaining evidence of our afternoon fuck. “I never travel without it,” she told us with a wink.

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The Story Thus Far

Ch1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Ch2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

by BlueJean

1

After making the reckless, quite possibly catastrophic decision to let Kerry watch Frankie and me make love, I spent the next day wavering, on the verge of calling the whole thing off, imagining all the spectacular ways such a foolhardy endeavour could go wrong.

Did Kerry even truly understand what she was asking to see? At eight years old, how aware was she of matters sexual? The thought of my little girl getting frightened and running from our bedroom in tears was anything but comforting.

Beyond that, even having sworn her to secrecy, what if she confided in one of her friends at school? I could see all the dominoes tumbling, one after the other – Kerry tells friend, friend tells parents, parents call police, Kerry gets taken into custody, Frankie and Sarah go to prison, Sarah gets duffed up in the showers by a gigantic tattooed ogre called Debra.

Of course, it was lust that convinced me everything would be fine. Lust can be devious like that.

Hey, don’t worry about it, Sarah. It’s probably not even illegal if Kerry’s just watching. And it’s just sex, right? It’s really not a big deal. And… well, it would be pretty hot, wouldn’t it? You and Frankie fucking while Kerry watches? Listen, maybe you should pay a visit to the bathroom, fish a pair of your little girl’s undies from the hamper and have a good long think about it… What do you say, Sarah? Hmm?

It was good advice. I took it.

2

That evening, we all sat around the dining table to eat our meal and gossip about the day’s events. Kerry was telling us about the extinction of the dinosaurs, which she’d just learned about at school.

“So this massive metreor—” she began.

“Meteor,” Frankie corrected her.

“Yeah, me-te-or. This meteor crashed into the Earth and killed all the dinosaurs, but it didn’t actually kill them straight away, ’cept the ones that were close to where the meteor landed. But the meteor made a lot of dust that filled the sky, so all the plants died ‘cause they weren’t getting any sun, then the plant-eating dinosaurs died ’cause the plants were gone, and the meat-eating dinosaurs died because they had no plants to eat, either.” Kerry furrowed her brow. “No, wait, not plants. Um… shall I start again?”

“The plants had no sun, so they died. The herbivores died because they had no plants to eat, then the carnivores died because they had no herbivores to eat. That about right?” I said.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“How did dinosaurs evolve into birds if they died out?” Frankie asked. Trust her to complicate matters.

“Maybe some escaped?” I suggested.

“They became birds before they died, I think,” Kerry said.

Frankie seemed to give that a great deal of consideration, which usually equates to her staring into space for several seconds until her eyes begin to glaze over. “Dunno how that works,” she finally said with a shrug, “but it’s pretty interesting, I guess.”

After we’d finished our meal, we sat in comfortable silence for a while, me occasionally pushing Kerry’s hair back behind her ears while she studied her dinosaur book; Frankie willfully ignoring my rule of no phones at the dinner table.

At some point, Frankie caught my eye, arching an eyebrow as she gestured discreetly toward Kerry. My daughter was too busy studying the pictures in her book to notice.

I cleared my throat. “Kerry?”

“Mmm?”

“Close your book for a minute. We want to have a chat with you.”

“Okay.” Kerry folded the book closed, then gave us her full attention.

“Do you remember yesterday when you asked us about, uh, sex? And how Mummy and Frankie like to do that kind of thing?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Do you still want to know more about it?” I asked matter-of-factly. “Or are you not too bothered?”

In some ways, I think it would’ve been a relief if Kerry told us she wasn’t interested anymore. I mean, kids do have short attention spans – lesbian sex one day, dinosaurs the next. It would’ve made our lives a lot less complicated if she’d said no.

But we weren’t getting off the hook that easily. “Yeah, I still want to know. Are you gonna tell me, then?”

I looked at Frankie, hoping to pass the baton to her. It was her idea, after all. Frankie took a mouthful of wine and pretended she couldn’t see me.

I soldiered on anyway. “Uh, okay. So Frankie and I thought that it would be easier just to show you.”

And there it was. Couldn’t take it back now.

My puzzled daughter looked from me to Frankie. “Huh?”

I elaborated. “What we’re saying is, um… would you like to watch us have sex?”

A plethora of emotions flitted across Kerry’s face: shock, amusement, embarrassment. Finally she gave us a shy nod.

“You don’t have to,” Frankie told her, stroking her arm. “We think it would be a good way to show you how two women make love, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Kerry was quick to reply. “I definitely want to.”

“Okay, that’s fine, then,” I said. “The only thing is, you must never, ever tell anyone about it. Me and Frankie could get into big trouble if you do.”

“I won’t, I promise. Are you going to show me now?”

Frankie gave a joyous titter. “Well, someone’s keen.”

“Not just yet. Shall we say… Thursday night?” I suggested. “That’ll give us all a day or two to get used to the idea.”

“‘Kay,” Kerry said, her eyes taking on the familiar sparkle of intense interest. What was a mass extinction event sixty-five million years ago compared to Mummy and Frankie doing the bump n’ grind?

“I’ll make a note in my diary,” Frankie cooed. I half expected her to start cackling and rubbing both hands together. She does that sometimes, even though I’ve pointed out it’s not a good look for her.

“Go have your shower while we clean up,” I told Kerry, and she scampered off.

I gave Frankie a worried look. “I’m not sure this is going to end well.”

“Relax,” Frankie reassured me, as if I could rely on her to be the voice of reason. “We’ll take it one step at a time. No pressure.” She took a mouthful of the crusty bread that was lying on her plate, looking ever so pleased with herself. The words cat and cream sprang to mind.

3

The next morning, Kerry was sitting at the kitchen table eating her cereal while I brushed her hair. She peered up at me with impish eyes, and I noticed a bit of extra colour in her cheeks. “I can’t wait ’til tomorrow night,” she said.

“Me too. Just remember not to tell anyone,” I reminded her.

“I will. Remember, I mean. What kind of things will you and Frankie show me?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I guessed it would have to be a heavily abridged version of our usual regimen – Frankie and I weren’t exactly subtle when we went at it – but I didn’t want to reduce the act to something sterile and choreographed. We were passionate in bed, and that was nothing to be ashamed of.

“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” I told Kerry with a knowing smile.

“Will it be rude?”

“Well, it’s sex, isn’t it? I suppose it’ll be quite rude, yeah.”

Talking about this with my daughter was making me feel a little warm between the legs. If I couldn’t rouse Frankie, I’d usually treat myself to a couple of fingers before I got out of bed. A fine way to start the day, in my opinion, but I hadn’t bothered masturbating that morning.

Standing behind my daughter, I stroked her hair, then brought my fingers to her nose, just like I’d done a couple of days earlier. “Do my fingers smell?”

Kerry took a little matter-of-fact sniff. “Not really.”

Moving round to her side, so she could see what I was doing, I popped the button on my trousers and slipped a hand inside, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I pulled it back out and returned my fingers to her nose. “What about now?”

Kerry took another sniff, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I can smell it.”

“Do you like it?” I murmured. God, this was so juvenile of me. But also dangerously compelling.

Kerry gave me an emphatic nod, then broke into a wide grin. “It makes my tummy feel all floaty.”

“I like it too,” I admitted, bringing my fingers to my nose to sample the musky aroma. I hadn’t taken a shower yet. My scent was strong; heady.

I decided to take things a little further. Just a little.

I snaked my hand back down my trousers, only this time I put it down my panties too. I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy, gaze fixed on my dumbstruck daughter. Withdrawing my hand, I let Kerry smell the wet digits.

“I’ll bet that’s even nicer,” I murmured.

Kerry closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as I rubbed my sticky fingers together under her nose. I thought about popping them into her mouth, but that would have been a step too far, so I settled on smearing a thin sheen of my essence across her top lip, knowing the scent would stay with her a while longer.

“Go and put your shoes on,” I told her in a voice that didn’t seem like it belonged to me. “We need to get you to school.”

4

I spent the short car journey to Kerry’s school squeezing my thighs together to give myself some relief from the throbbing ache in my cunt. Christ, I was so fucking horny all the time.

I pulled up in the school car park, kissed Kerry on the nose (I could smell myself on her, and that made me even hornier), then watched as she skipped away to greet her friends. I should’ve driven home and seen to my needs behind closed doors, but instead I sat there in the car, watching all the little girls running around in their gingham dresses, white pelerine socks and cute ponytails.

I peered around to make sure no one was looking in my direction, then popped a couple of buttons on my slacks, pushing a hand down to find my clit.

Sally Hamilton was chatting to one of her friends over by the playground. Her little girl was bouncing up and down nearby. I couldn’t remember her name, but I knew she was a couple of years younger than Kerry. She was a podgy little thing. I kind of liked that about her.

“Oh, yeah. Your little girl’s so fucking sexy, Mrs. Hamilton,” I hissed, knowing the dirty words would be like invoking an erotic spell. “May I call you ‘Sally’? I know we haven’t spoken much, but I’d really like to tug your daughter’s panties down and lick that plump little pussy of hers. Would you mind, Sally? You can watch while I rub my dripping cunt on her chubby bare bottom.”

Fingers whisking away beneath my knickers, I dredged up an even dirtier notion. “Your little one smells so good, Sally. I wouldn’t blame you if you ever considered having a sneaky lick yourself. I know she’s your own daughter, but— oooh, fuck!”

Within seconds, I was squirting on my fingers, a hoarse cry escaping my throat. It was an unusually intense orgasm, no doubt fuelled by the thought of mother-daughter incest, something I’d not allowed myself to dwell on until Frankie showed me that damned video, but now seemed to be infiltrating my erotic fantasies more and more.

The car windows were steaming up nicely. The vehicle smelled of pussy. I licked my fingers clean, buttoned up my trousers, then drove home.

And then Thursday arrived.

5

Kerry went to school, Frankie and I caught up with our own work, and none of us spoke of our evening plans – afraid to break the spell, perhaps.

Later that evening, as we all sat around the dining table, it was Kerry who first broached the subject. “Am I still allowed to watch you tonight?” she asked shyly.

“Watch us do what?” Frankie teased.

“You know!” giggled Kerry, swatting Frankie on the arm.

“I most certainly don’t. Do you know what she’s talking about, Sarah?”

I put a fist beneath my chin and looked off into the middle distance. “Watch us do… yoga, maybe? Yeah, that must be it.”

Kerry gave her head a vigorous shake. “Um, no.”

“Watch us… knitting?” suggested Frankie. “I knitted a scale model of the Houses of Parliament by accident once. It was supposed to be a scarf.”

“No, silly!” laughed Kerry. “I bet you’ve never done knitting in your life, Frankie.”

“What is it you want to watch, then?” I asked wryly.

“Duh! Watch you do sex!”

Frankie and I both put a hand to our mouths in a theatrical display of scandal and disbelief.

“What a rude little girl!” Frankie declared.

“Shocking!” I agreed.

“You two are funny,” Kerry accused us.

I trailed my fingers down the nape of her neck. “Why don’t you go and have your shower, then knock on our bedroom door when you’re done, okay?”

“Kay,” my daughter replied, then ran off to the bathroom as fast as her legs would carry her.

Frankie and I fixed eyes on one another. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her on the mouth.

“How are we going to do this?” she asked, an uncharacteristic hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“We’ll figure it out,” I replied, taking her by the hand and leading her to our bedroom.

6

While Frankie closed the curtains, I turned on the bedside lamps, then opted for the ceiling light as well. I thought it would better serve our purpose if Kerry had a clear view of everything.

We lay face to face on the bed. I traced the curve of Frankie’s hip with my fingers. “Say something dirty to me,” I told her.

“I’m going to fuck you while your daughter watches. How’s that?”

“That’ll do it.”

We indulged in a little foreplay until there was a knock at the door. I called out for Kerry to come in, and she shuffled into the bedroom in her pyjamas, looking awkward and shy. Mr. Ruffles, Kerry’s beloved teddy bear, was cradled under an arm, offering what moral support he could.

“Wow, quickest shower in the world!” Frankie joked, making Kerry smile. I could always rely on her to break the ice.

“You did have a shower, didn’t you?” I asked my daughter with a sceptical look.

“Uh, my hair’s still damp, Mummy. Yes, I did. I just didn’t want to keep you both waiting.”

“Okay. Close the door and make yourself comfortable in the chair,” I told her, so she nestled into the big armchair next to our bed.

I thought I’d better give her the obligatory get-out clause. “Just so you know, sweetie – we can stop any time if you’re not comfortable with what we’re doing. Okay?”

“All right,” Kerry said, then added: “I don’t want you to stop, though. It’s just that I never saw anyone have sex before, so it’s kind of exciting and kind of scary at the same time.”

“Sure, we get it,” Frankie said. “It’s like starting school for the first time, right? A bit nerve-wracking on the first day, but then you wonder what all the fuss was about.”

“That’s remarkably insightful,” I told Frankie. “Not like you at all.”

“Aww, thanks!” Frankie beamed, completely oblivious to the snarky nature of my compliment. She got up on her haunches while I moved behind her, planting both hands on her hips and nuzzling her neck. She breathed a sigh, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.

“This sort of thing is called foreplay, Kerry,” I told my daughter. “Kissing and touching gets us in the mood for sex.”

“I was already in the mood,” said Frankie.

“Shush,” I told her.

It felt kind of silly narrating our lovemaking, but not making some effort to explain what we were doing would have defeated the purpose.

I snaked my tongue up and down Frankie’s neck, pausing to playfully nibble an earlobe. Frankie turned to kiss me, our tongues entwining. She unhooked the buttons of my shirt one by one, languidly working her way down.

“Move to the side a bit, so Kerry can see,” I told her.

Frankie moved back a little, then peered over at Kerry as she opened my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. I let the garment drop to the bed, my upper half now clad in nothing but a lacy black bra.

I turned Frankie back round to face Kerry, then lifted her Ramones t-shirt up and over her head. Unlike me, Frankie was braless (she rarely wore them), so her perky tits sprang free. I reached round to cup and massage them, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

“Can you see Frankie’s nipples sticking out, Kerry? They grow big and rubbery like that when she gets sexually aroused.”

“I can’t see properly,” Kerry complained, leaning forward in the chair.

“Move a bit closer, then,” I told her, so she dragged the chair towards the bed until it was almost touching the edge. She sat back down and pulled Mr. Ruffles into her lap.

Frankie reached around to unsnap my bra. She pulled it away, letting my breasts spill free. They were larger; fuller than my lover’s, and if that wasn’t immediately obvious to Kerry, Frankie illustrated the point by pressing a tit against mine. She ran her palm across the other one, trapping a stiffening nipple between her fingers.

“Suck them for me,” I demanded.

Frankie took a nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. “It feels nice to have your tit— er, boobs licked and sucked,” she told Kerry. “See how much your mum enjoys it?”

An enthralled Kerry could only bob her head up and down.

I shimmied out of my slacks, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Frankie’s cargo pants, working them down until they ringed her knees. My hand slipped inside her panties, fingers pressing into the moist heat of her cunt. I flashed my eyes at Kerry.

“Let’s take the rest of our clothes off,” I told Frankie, and while she tugged her trousers the rest of the way off, I climbed from the bed with every intention of removing my knickers.

Instead, I paused to brush a thumb against Kerry’s cheek, an innocent enough gesture until I stopped to consider where my fingers had been mere seconds before. They were still glazed with Frankie’s juices. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

“You okay, sweetie?” I asked my little girl.

Kerry regarded my breasts with considerable interest, then let her gaze settle on my damp crotch. I suppose discretion isn’t of much concern to the average child of eight. And truthfully, I kind of liked the way she stared so brazenly. “Yeah, I’m okay, Mummy. You’re not done already, are you?”

“Definitely not,” I assured her. “We’ve got lots of other things to show you. You just sit there and keep watching.”

I slipped my knickers down, taking my time with it, never once breaking eye contact with Kerry. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I found the frivolous little display surprisingly thrilling. Standing there with my moist panties in my hand, I toyed with the idea of bringing them to her face, but knew that would be against the rules. I draped them over the arm of the chair instead.

Frankie was sprawled out on the bed, propping herself up with an elbow while she let her eyes wander freely over my naked form. Judging from her intrigued smirk, my little bit of theatre had not gone unnoticed.

Kneeling on the bed, I took one of Frankie’s smooth, tanned legs, drawing it up between us. She wiggled her toes playfully. I kissed the floral tattoo on her ankle, then slowly peppered my way down her calves; her inner thighs. Lingering near her pussy, I breathed in my lover’s intoxicating scent, my lips barely touching the exposed flesh on either side of her panties.

Finally, I peeled the crotch of her knickers to one side and peered back at my daughter. “Can you see Frankie’s pussy, Kerry?”

Kerry managed a nod. She looked absolutely mesmerised.

My next question would be dangerously close to breaking our rule of not having Kerry interact with our lovemaking. “Shall I take her panties off?”

“Um. Yeah, I think you should.”

I tugged Frankie’s knickers down her legs and away. She spread her thighs across the bed, exposing herself wantonly.

Positioning myself in such a way that Kerry had a clear view, I slipped a finger inside Frankie’s cunt, the muscle of her belly rippling in response. “I’m going to finger her pussy now,” I explained to Kerry, pumping my digit back and forth. “But one finger is never enough for greedy Frankie. Let’s pop another one in, shall we?” I paired the first finger with a second.

“How many can you fit in there?” Kerry asked.

Frankie was quite partial to an entire hand up her cunt on occasion, but we’d already decided that was beyond the scope of our lesson. “Quite a few,” I admitted. “But two’s good for now.”

I scissored my fingers into Frankie, drawing them out as far as I could without removing them completely, then plunging them back in again, repeating the process until my fingers were dripping with her juices. Sitting so close to us, I knew Kerry would be able to pick up the scent of arousal.

Frankie began strumming her clit while I fucked her.

“See what Frankie’s doing? That little bump she’s touching is called a clitoris. It feels amazing when you play with it.”

“‘Kay.”

When I turned to her again, Kerry was discreetly pressing Mr. Ruffles against her crotch.

“Peanut, it’s okay if you want to rub yourself with the teddy. You don’t need to hide it from us.”

“I’m not hiding it,” Kerry said with a hint of haughtiness.

“I bet it’d feel much better if you took those pyjamas off,” Frankie crooned. I shot her a look. “What? I’m just tryin’ to help. It’s not a big deal, is it?”

I turned back to my daughter. “You can pull your jammies down if you want. Me and Frankie don’t mind.”

Kerry gave us both a little smirk, then lifted her bum to push the pyjama bottoms down to her knees. As I’d expected, she wasn’t wearing knickers. She brought her teddy back between her legs and began rubbing it up and down her pussy.

“Oh my giddy fuck, that’s so hot,” Frankie groaned.

“Never mind what Kerry’s doing,” I told her, planting kisses on her inner thighs while I fucked her with my fingers.

“I heard that, Frankie,” Kerry said. “Mummy, Frankie said a bad word.”

“Yes, she can be quite uncouth,” I admitted. “But it’s okay to use words like that when we’re having sexy fun. Just don’t repeat any of them at school.”

I took Frankie’s clit between my lips. She cradled the back of my head and thrust her pelvis up to meet me as I suckled. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned. ”Your mum’s sucking on my clit, Kerry. It feels so nice, ’specially when she fingers me at the same time.”

I went to work on Frankie while she watched Kerry having fun with Mr Ruffles. I should’ve told her to focus on me instead, but truthfully, I liked the way she stared at my little girl, that almost predatory glint in her eye.

She suddenly stiffened against me, clutching handfuls of my hair. A series of small convulsions rippled through her, then a larger jolt. “Fuck! Oh, Kerry, look what your mum just m-made me do.”

It wasn’t just me though, was it, sweetheart? Watching Kerry doing naughty things with her teddy bear, that’s what really pushed you over the edge.

“Frankie just had an orgasm,” I told my daughter. “You know what an orgasm is, right?”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “We learned that at school.”

I withdrew my messy fingers from Frankie, then popped them into my mouth.

Kerry’s eyes went comically wide. “What’s it taste like?” she asked.

God, I was so close to letting my daughter suck my wet fingers. So close. I could’ve reached across and slipped them into her mouth so easily, but managed to restrain myself. “Like spiced honey,” I said with a wink.

Kerry narrowed her eyes sceptically. “Hmm… I bet it doesn’t.”

Frankie shifted her body opposite mine and slung her legs wide. “Let’s rub our pussies together.”

“I thought you were done,” Kerry said to Frankie.

“Boys have to wait a while before they have another orgasm,” I explained, “but girls can do another right away if they like.”

I pressed my cunt to Frankie’s, twisting my hips until we were joined snugly together. “Rubbing our pussies together like this is called tribbing. It’s a really good way to make each other come.”

Kerry furrowed her brow. “Come?”

“‘Come’ is another word for orgasm,” Frankie told her. “Can you see what we’re doing? It’s just like when you rub your teddy against your pussy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Kerry nodded, still moving her stuffed bear up and down. “I do this quite a lot with Mr. Ruffles, but I didn’t know ladies rubbed their bits together like that.”

As I ground against Frankie, it occurred to me that we were both now openly watching Kerry bring herself off. Tonight was meant to be about her watching us, but I told myself there was no harm in looking.

It’s not gonna hurt just to have a little peek, is it? We’re not touching her or anything. Relax.

“Why don’t you take your bottoms all the way off, Kerry?” I heard myself say.

“Shall I?”

“Yeah, you may as well,” Frankie was quick to chip in.

Kerry pulled her jammies off, treating Frankie and me to a fleeting glimpse of her neat slit before she put Mr. Ruffles back to work.

“Are you glad we let you watch us tonight, Peanut?” I cooed. The act of casual conversation with my little girl whilst grinding my cunt against Frankie’s felt deliciously wanton.

“Yeah, it’s really fun.”

“Oh, Sarah,” Frankie groaned. “Look at her scrubbing that soft toy all over her little pussy. I’m g-gonna come so fucking hard. Oooohhh… watch me come on Mummy’s cunt, Kerry!”

Before I could tell her to tone the language down, Frankie was thrashing wildly, her climax so intense she actually ejaculated over me. With her warm juices trickling through my pubes and down onto my cunt, and my little girl rubbing her beloved teddy up and down her hairless slit, I let my own orgasm wash over me, crying out. I ground myself against Frankie until I had nothing left to give.

We lay tangled together for a good long while, both utterly spent.

Kerry’s giggle brought us back to the here and now. “Wow, you both look like you really enjoyed that.” She pulled Mr. Ruffles away from her pussy and gave him a discreet sniff, then briefly inspected herself between the legs. When she noticed us staring, she used the stuffy to cover herself. “Oi, stop looking!”

I wasn’t sure if Kerry managed to bring herself to orgasm, or even if she could, but either way, it didn’t seem to be of much concern to her. It’s the journey, not the destination, I guess.

“Are you done, or is there more?” she asked.

“Oh, I think that’s probably enough for tonight,” I told her, then realised that I’d just opened the possibility of further lessons. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, it was cool,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

“And now you know how two ladies can make love,” Frankie crooned, draped across the bed like some battle-worn Amazon. “Just remember not to tell anyone we let you watch. If your friends at school ask questions again, you can tell them what you’ve learnt, but just say we sat down and had a chat with you about it.”

Kerry clambered off the chair, Mr. Ruffles clasped in one hand, her pyjama bottoms in the other.

“Give me a kiss goodnight,” I said, opening my arms to her.

She rested a knee on the bed, then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I saw her nostrils flare briefly, and knowing that she was basking in the musky, humid heat of our coupling sent a thrill shivering through me.

“Give Frankie a kiss, too.”

Frankie could barely tear her eyes away from my daughter’s bare slit. Kerry planted a kiss on her mouth. “‘Night, then,” she said, and scampered from the room.

I crawled up alongside Frankie and pressed my breasts into her back, an arm wrapped around her waist. “Well, that’s that,” I said.

“Christ, I haven’t come that hard for a while,” Frankie informed me.

“Me neither. It’s just the novelty of it, right?”

Frankie peered back at me. “Why do you have to do that?”

“What?”

“Keep trying to justify the way you feel.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. It’s annoying. Like you’re trying to guilt-trip yourself.”

“It’s just…” I struggled for the right words. “Kerry’s my little girl. And I don’t know exactly what’s happening here. It’s all new, you know? I suppose I’m just trying to figure out where the boundaries are. Things could go badly wrong if we’re not careful. Also, one of us has to be a responsible adult, and it isn’t going to be you, is it?”

“You take that back,” Frankie said with a pout that rapidly morphed into a dirty grin. “Bloody hell, the way she rubbed that teddy on her pussy, though. I’m gonna be wanking to that for months.”

“I rest my case.”

7

After Kerry went to bed, Frankie and I sat in the lounge in our pyjamas, pretending to watch TV. Neither of us was much in the mood to chat, but that was okay – we both knew what the other was thinking.

Had we really let Kerry watch us fuck? The idea was so implausible, I could’ve almost convinced myself it hadn’t happened. We’d been unbelievably reckless, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the decision. I’d rarely enjoyed such an intense climax, and my mind was awash with fantasies of inviting Kerry into our bedroom again. It wasn’t really going to happen, of course – this one-time lesson had served its purpose, and we couldn’t risk repeating the exercise – but no one could blame me for letting my imagination run rampant.

My phone was vibrating on the coffee table. I picked it up absentmindedly and saw a text from my sister.

Got the video. So hot!

I was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about, thinking the text might not be intended for me, then remembered Frankie had sent her the video of the woman doing unspeakable things with her little girl, the one we’d watched in Kerry’s bedroom that helped to set us on this lewd journey in the first place. I pinged back a message.

Put it in an encrypted file like Frankie showed you. Don’t forget!

Judy replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

“My sister liked the video,” I informed Frankie.

“Awesome,” Frankie said.

I wasn’t sure it was particularly awesome, probably not even in the ballpark. Judy had a husband and a little girl of her own. She was the very definition of a model wife, or at least pretended to be, and there I was dragging her down the rabbit hole with me. She may be my big sister, but I’ve always been the smart one, the one she looks to for advice. What the hell was I doing?

Like I said to Frankie, I needed to set some boundaries, otherwise we were all heading for trouble. Because lust can make you careless. And careless people get caught with their pants down.

On to Chapter Four!

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The search for our new editors has eaten into my time, so I’ve had to dip into my files to unearth this one, which I’ve just spent a few hours polishing to a shine. Maybe more a piece of costume jewelry than a rare gem, but I feel a certain affection for it. Maybe you will too.

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 By JetBoy

Adrift in a peaceful slumber, Beth suddenly heard her daughter Piper cry out in the night. She was instantly awake, stealing a glance at the glowing numbers on her clock radio as she clumsily rose to her feet. It was 1:52 AM.

Throwing on her dressing gown, she hastened across the hallway and into Piper’s bedroom.

Her ten-year-old daughter was asleep, but whimpering and moaning, blindly striking out with both hands as if fighting off an intruder.

Kneeling next to the bed, Beth gently touched Piper’s shoulder, and the girl bolted upright, her eyes open wide. She caught sight of her mother and burst into tears.

Beth hugged her child, feeling her child tremble as she sobbed in terror. “It’s okay, honey, you just had a bad dream. You’re all right.”

Her voice was calm and even, but inside, she was stricken to the quick by the child’s distress. Since her divorce two years earlier, Piper was the alpha and omega of her life.

Gradually, Piper was somewhat calmer, but she still shivered.

“Do you want to sleep with me, honey?” Beth murmured.

The girl nodded, her face still streaked with tears, clambered from her bed and padded across the hall in her mother’s old Prince t-shirt that she still insisted on sleeping in, even though it was now too small to serve as a nightie. Beth followed behind.

She tucked in her daughter, then took off her nightgown and got into bed naked. She had slept nude since her teen years, and still preferred it to anything else.

They hugged briefly. Piper snuggled down and was soon asleep; Beth followed suit soon after.

Suddenly, Beth was awakened by small movements in the bed. Careful not to show she was awake, she concentrated for a moment. She quickly worked out that her daughter was moving her hand in gentle rhythmic movements, her breathing controlled.

With a flutter of excitement, she realized that Piper was masturbating. Her heart began to pound, and there was an unexpected warmth between her thighs.

Beth felt a sudden pang of guilt at her arousal. She enjoyed sex with men and women, and masturbated often – but the idea of her young daughter touching herself had the 32-year-old mother feeling a strange tingly sensation that she didn’t fully understand.

She hadn’t suspected that her little girl had discovered the pleasures her body was capable of. However, Piper was fairly mature for her age. Beth remembered well how wild her own hormones had run when she was a year or two older… and how she’d learned to satisfy those newfound urges.

So she lay quietly, sensing her daughter’s slowly rising arousal, trying to ignore the deep throbbing between her own legs and the wetness that was developing there.

After a while, Piper began to make tiny, almost inaudible sounds of pleasure as she achieved her orgasm. Almost immediately, she was slumbering once more, relaxed and sated. As for Beth, it took a little longer for her to get back to sleep.

In the morning, there was the usual frantic rush, mother and daughter racing to get ready for school and work, and Piper was her usual cheerful self. She apologized briefly for waking her mommy the night before, and Beth reassured her with a loving kiss on the cheek.

She watched her daughter go off to school, dressed in her white blouse and short skirt, and thought about how fast she was growing up. She wondered how often Piper masturbated, whether she had discussed it with her friends, and what else they might have done together.

She suddenly imagined her daughter naked, kissing and embracing one of her cute friends. Beth’s first sexual experience had been with another girl when she was a couple of years older than Piper, and it had been utterly delightful. She couldn’t help but wonder if her daughter had ever experienced that kind of love.

Enough. These weren’t the kind of thoughts a mother should be having about her own child. Shaking her head to clear it, Beth put the breakfast dishes in the sink, then got dressed for work.

Beth and Piper’s evening was taken up with dinner, homework, housework and TV until the hour drew close to bedtime. As they left the living room to turn in for the night, Beth noticed that her daughter was looking a little worried, and gently asked Piper, “Baby… are you thinking about that bad dream you had last night?”

To her surprise, Piper wrapped her arms around Beth’s waist and burst into tears. “It was horrible, Mommy… I was so scared! These big dogs were coming after me, and I couldn’t m-move when I tried to run…”

Cuddling her child close, Beth asked, “Do you want to spend the night with me again?”

Piper’s face immediately lit up. “Can I? You don’t mind?”

Beth kissed Piper’s head, savoring the delicate scent of her daughter’s honey-brown hair. Piper was a pretty little girl — slim and poised, surely destined to be a very attractive young woman. Beth had been just like her at that age and was still quite desirable at thirty-two.

“You go upstairs and get ready for bed,” Beth said.

Washing and undressing in the bathroom later, Beth suddenly wondered if she would catch her daughter masturbating again, and the thought made her nipples swell and harden. Beth grimaced at herself in the mirror, thinking, What’s the matter with me?

Returning to her room, Beth slipped into the bed, naked as always… and Piper turned and hugged her. “How come you don’t wear anything in bed, Mom?” she asked.

“I never have, since I was sixteen or so,” Beth answered. “I like sleeping naked. My panties always used to ride up when I slept, and I got tired of adjusting them.”

“Huh. Yeah, I don’t like that, either. Is it okay if I do it, too?” She sat up and pulled the My Little Pony top over her head, revealing her boyish chest and perky pink nipples. Quickly wriggling out of her underpants, she gave her mother a big smile and snuggled in again, giggling as their bare skin brushed together. “You’re right, Mom… that does feel nice. Wow, you’re so soft!”

“Not as soft as you, sweet stuff,” Beth said, kissing Piper on the cheek. “Good night, hon.”

“Nighty-night, Mom.”

The feel of Piper’s naked body against hers had Beth aroused. Her nipples were hard, and she wondered if her daughter was aware of it. She lay awake for what seemed like ages after Piper dropped off, asking herself if she dared to masturbate. Trouble was, Beth suspected that she might awaken Piper if she tried. Finally, she simply fell into a frustrated slumber.

But some time later, Beth awakened to the tell-tale signs of her daughter’s self-stimulation. Her hand was moving rhythmically and her breathing was deeper. Beth grew even more excited. Without stopping to think, she reached down to touch Piper’s wrist. The girl instantly went rigid.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” her mother whispered. “We all do this. Just enjoy.” She covered her daughter’s hand with her own, gently pressing Piper’s slim fingers against the soft mound of her pubes, encouraging the child to stroke herself once more. She moved the girl’s hand in a soft slow circular motion, her heart swelling with love as she helped her little girl find pleasure.

Piper moaned very softly and gave a small shiver… then she suddenly withdrew her own fingers, as if asking her mother to take over.

Her heart racing, Beth gave into temptation and began to fondle her daughter. Piper wants this, she told herself. I’m just helping her out.

Piper stretched both arms up above her head, spreading her thighs slightly, the girl’s eyes widening in awe. Her hips moved gently, and she pushed her mound against her mother’s palm. Beth could feel Piper grow wetter and wetter as she massaged the firm nubbin of her daughter’s clitoris.

Suddenly the ten-year-old’s body jerked as she cried out, pumping her hips wildly and throwing her head from side to side as she came. Her mother carried on, stroking her child’s pussy until the girl’s orgasm had run its course, then administered gentle caresses to ease her back to earth.

Piper was flushed and breathing hard. She buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, brushing the skin with her lips

“I love you, baby,” Beth whispered.

“Oh, Mom, I love you too… so much! That was… really nice.”

“I’m glad you liked it, honey.”

Piper was silent for a while, hugging her very aroused mother tightly. Eventually she said, “Mom… do you do it too? Touch, um, down there?”

“Of course I do, dearest.”

“Do you do it every night?”

“Well… most nights, yes.”

“Have you done it tonight?”

“No, not yet.”

They were silent for a few heartbeats, then Piper shyly said, “Can I… can I do it for you, Mommy?”

Beth’s heart skipped a beat. Really, I shouldn’t let her… well, maybe just this once. “If you really want to, my love.”

“Sure,” Piper whispered against her cheek. “Don’t worry – I know what I’m doing!”

Beth’s head swam as her child trailed a hand down her mother’s belly and lower, finally cupping her smooth vulva. The girl had seen her mother naked enough times to know that Beth shaved. Once she’d asked about it, and Beth simply said that she preferred it that way.

Beth let her thighs fall open slightly, allowing Piper to gently stroke her labia. Growing braver, the child slipped a finger between the bare lips, seeking out her mother’s clitoris.

Piper’s eyes widened. “You’re so wet, Mom!”

“I know, baby. I can’t help it. This feels so, so good.”

Piper fell silent, concentrating on the task in hand. It was a bit awkward at first, but she quickly found a rhythm. Soon Beth was gasping in ecstasy as her daughter pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. As the sensations grew and grew, a part of her mind wondered what on earth she was doing, allowing her own daughter to masturbate her. But her pleasure was so intense that the worry couldn’t last for long. She just lay back, one arm around her daughter’s slim back, her thighs spread wide, and let it happen.

Piper’s fingers penetrated her, stroked her, filled her… and Beth cried out as she climaxed more powerfully than she had in ages, filling the room with long, deep sobs of ecstasy.

As she gulped for breath, Beth felt Piper rest a hand on her still-pulsing mons as the moment’s bliss slowly ebbed and faded.

Piper looked up at her mother. “Was that okay, Mom? Did I – did I do it right?”

“Oh my love, it was heavenly. You made me feel wonderful.”

“I love you, Mom.” Piper said.

“I love you too, baby,” Beth murmured, toying with her little girl’s hair.

Piper was soon fast asleep, nestled in the crook of her mother’s arm. Beth lay quietly, her heart brimming with love for her sweet child, eventually drifting into a peaceful slumber.

***

Upon waking, Beth was briefly surprised to find Piper dozing beside her, the sheet pulled down to reveal her daughter’s bare upper half, far enough to show that she wasn’t wearing panties, either. She then sat bolt upright as the memory of the previous night hit home.

Oh, my lord… did you really masturbate your little girl? Then allow her to touch you the same way? In the cold light of morning, the very idea seemed downright bizarre. Talk about getting carried away! she mused, shaking her head

As Beth gazed at the sleeping child, Piper stirred, draping an arm across her belly. Recalling how agitated the girl was after her nightmare, Beth couldn’t help but reflect on how peaceful she looked now. She studied Piper’s pretty face, her rosebud mouth, her tousled hair… and she smiled, somewhat reassured.

It’s okay, she told herself. Nothing to panic about. Perhaps the intimacy they’d shared had been wrong, but she couldn’t deny it had been a beautiful, loving experience. In fact, dwelling on it now had Beth feeling warm and tingly inside.

She couldn’t resist the opportunity to take a good long look at her little girl. It had been a few years since she’d got a glimpse of Piper in the nude. Just a mother’s curiosity, she told herself. So I can see how she’s grown.

Taking the sheet between finger and thumb, Beth slowly drew the sheet down, gradually baring the child’s lower half. Sitting back, she took in the view. My God, she’s exquisite.

She already knew Piper was a lovely girl, but seeing her naked was downright awe-inspiring. Her body had not yet begun to ripen, yet there was a certain elegance to her that belied her years. Those legs of hers… they’re flawless, absolutely flawless. Her nipples were pert and pink, reminiscent of strawberry candy.

Beth bent to get a closer look at the cleft of Piper’s slit, feeling a flutter of unexpected excitement. She’d been attracted to boys and girls in equal measure since first exploring her sexuality at age thirteen with a teenage babysitter named Suzie, but since the divorce from Piper’s father, all her infrequent liaisons had been with women.

Beth had yet to discuss her love life with Piper, mostly because she didn’t really have much of a love life at the moment. But she’d been giving serious thought to seeking out a female partner in hopes of settling down, knowing that meant having The Talk with her daughter. Soon, she vowed.

Slipping out of bed, deciding against putting on her bathrobe, Beth padded downstairs to put the coffee on. She moved about the kitchen naked, savoring the slight wetness lingering between her thighs, wondering what to expect from Piper when the child finally roused herself. Maybe I should wake her and see, she told herself.

A few minutes later, Beth carried a cup of cocoa upstairs, along with a mug of coffee for herself. Piper was already awake and sitting up in bed, the top half of the sheet bunched up in her lap. She yawned and stretched, then beamed at her mother. “Morning, Mommy!”

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of love for her adorable ten-year-old, Beth set both cups down and crawled onto the bed, where she tenderly kissed her daughter’s pretty mouth, allowing it to linger. I really shouldn’t do this, she thought, but damn it, I want to. Let’s call it a special mother’s kiss.

Even so, Beth was startled when Piper reached out to stroke her breasts. Instinct told her to pull away, but she managed not to – and the girl’s touch thrilled Beth to her very soul. “Baby girl,” she whispered, her heart racing like sixty..

Piper’s smile could have illuminated a moonless night. “Oh, Mom, you’re so… so perfect,” she sighed,  then reached for her steaming mug, which Beth had left on the nightstand. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the child drank her cocoa.

Taking up her own mug, Beth sat likewise, her eyes drawn again and again to her daughter’s casual nudity as she sipped coffee. No doubt about it, seeing Piper naked was making her feel hot and crazy inside. I shouldn’t think of my little girl that way, Beth admonished herself. But the genie of desire had been loosed, and she had no idea how to coax it back into the bottle.

Piper couldn’t help but notice where her mother’s attention was directed. “So… did you like what we did last night, Mommy?” she asked shyly.

I won’t lie to her. I can’t. “It was wonderful, my love. What did you think?”

The girl nodded. “Really nice..Way better than when I do it to myself… and cuddling with you after, that made it even nicer. I loved it.”

Beth nodded slowly. “So did I, honey.” Tell her it was lovely, but we can’t do it again. Moms and daughters aren’t supposed to touch each other like that.

Hugging herself, twisting her upper half from side to side, Piper said, “Maybe we could… do it some more tonight?”

Beth felt another wave of desire sweep over her, and the words she’d meant to say remained unspoken. “Well… we’ll see.” She felt a powerful urge to take Piper in her arms and kiss her again – but this time, in a far more passionate way. Stop this. Just… stop.

Slowly, reluctantly, she got to her feet. “Time for our showers. You want to go first, hon?”

Piper shook her head and flopped back on the bed, legs carelessly spread.

Her heart racing, Beth fled into the bathroom before she lost control of herself and did something that might shock her daughter. Though she wondered if, after all, Piper really would be shocked…

Soaping herself beneath the flowing water, Beth found her hands lingering on her breasts, then brushing the sweet spot between her thighs. She was intensely aroused, and decided to give herself a quick orgasm in order to get through the next few hours.

Suddenly there was a giggle… and a naked Piper slipped into the cubicle next to her mother. Beth’s excitement soared as the girl threw both arms around her waist. Beth had just adorned herself with tangerine-scented body wash, and the feel of Piper’s bare skin, so soft and slippery against hers, was overpoweringly sensual.

“Wash me, Mommy?” Piper cooed, turning around and wriggling against Beth, pressing her bottom into her mother’s groin.

Trying to keep her hands steady, Beth began to lather the girl’s front, lingering on her flat chest. Piper moaned as her mother’s fingers stroked her nipples — then she seized Beth’s hand and placed it on the rise of her pubis.

Beth was frozen in place, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. She ached to fondle her little girl, to give her all kinds of delightful new feelings, to love her like a woman. But she couldn’t bring herself to take that next, dangerous step, and her hand remained motionless.

Perhaps sensing her mother’s hesitation, Piper looked back, gazing longingly at Beth. “Touch me, Mommy,” the child pleaded. “Give me the, the good feeling – you know how!”

It was much too much. A wave of helpless lust swept through Beth, one she was utterly helpless to resist.  She wants this as much as I do, she reasoned. Why tell her no? Right then, she couldn’t think of a single good reason to refuse.

Taking a deep breath, Beth caressed her daughter’s labia with an extended finger, then gently eased the digit inside Piper’s vagina. As she suspected, the girl’s hymen was gone – the result of two years of dance classes. Holding the girl close with her free arm, she masturbated the moaning child slowly, steadily.

Piper went up on tiptoe as those lovely sensations overwhelmed her all over again. Soon she was wailing, “Oh Mommy, I’m, I’m, oooohhh!” Her body shook, legs buckled, her pert bottom ground into Beth’s sex as she came.

The child’s ecstasy eventually ran its course, and Piper sagged in her mother’s embrace. Panting for breath, she turned around to clumsily wrap both arms around her mother, hugging her close, then looked up into Beth’s eyes. “Oh, Mommy… I love you,” she whispered.

Mother and daughter stood motionless, caught up in the loving gaze they both shared. Unable to restrain her desire, Beth slowly leaned in to claim the child’s mouth in a kiss. Piper responded eagerly, her own lips parting… and suddenly, unsure of exactly how it happened, Beth was kissing her daughter like a lover, her tongue flashing into the ten-year-old’s mouth. Piper gave an astonished squeak, but got over her surprise right away, meeting and matching Beth’s passion.

When their lips parted, Beth and Piper were flushed and visibly excited. “Oh, Mommy,” the young girl breathed. “No one’s ever kissed me like that before.”

“Did you like it?” Beth asked softly.

“Yes, Mommy… please, let’s do it some more!”

Closing her eyes, Beth tasted the soft sweetness of her daughter’s mouth. Her hands slid down to cup Piper’s bottom as they kissed, the young girl’s tongue sparring with her mother’s in a dance of helpless love.

Beth moaned into her daughter’s mouth as Piper’s hand slipped between her thighs. Her head spun as Piper’s fingers began to explore — stroking the labia, then toying gently with Beth’s clitoris. Her pussy was wet from the shower and dripping with the arousal she felt, and the child’s touch took Beth places no lover ever had.

How can she possibly know how to do this so well? Beth marveled. It’s as if she was born to love women. With a sigh of purest bliss, the young mother gave herself over to rapture.

Within moments an explosive orgasm seared its way through her. She had to support herself against the slippery tiled wall as her knees gave way, her whole body throbbing.

Through the haze, she heard Piper’s voice. “Mommy, are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine, sweetheart,” Beth murmured, giving her head a tiny shake to clear the mist away. Kneeling before the child, she gave Piper an adoring smile. “That was incredible, baby girl. You gave me all the nice feelings. Well done!”

“Awwww…” said Piper, then giggled

Mother and daughter paused for a loving kiss, then rinsed the soap from their bodies and stepped out of the shower. Exchanging shy smiles, they dried each other with soft towels. Beth was careful to be especially gentle when drying between Piper’s legs, in case the girl was tender down there after her climax.

Meanwhile, the ten-year-old was using her own towel to pat Mommy’s titties dry. “You’re really pretty with no clothes on,” she declared. “I hope I get to look like you when I’m all grown up.”

Beth hugged her daughter close, their bodies deliciously warm and soft together. “You’re the loveliest girl I know, sweetheart.”

Piper rested her head against her mother’s shoulder. “Mommy… I want to play like this some more. Can we please go back to bed?”

Beth’s heart sang. “Yes, my angel,” she cooed.

Hand in hand, they went back to the bedroom, where Piper stretched out on the bed, arms above her head, legs spread wide. “You can do anything you like to me, Mommy,” she purred. “I want you to!”

Beth knelt above her child. “Oh, sweetie… I could just gobble you up,” she breathed.

“But then there wouldn’t be anything left of me!” an amused Piper exclaimed.

“That’s right,” said Beth. “So instead, I’m going to cover you with kisses.”

She leaned down to nuzzle her daughter’s neck, dipped lower to place soft kisses on the girl’s supple shoulders, then allowed her lips to slowly travel down to Piper’s chest. Extending her tongue, Beth licked at a swollen nipple, then took it into her mouth. Piper moaned, cradling Mommy’s face to her as Beth pleasured one nipple, then the other.

Descending further, Beth trailed kisses over her daughter’s belly and navel, making the child squeal, “That tickles!” when she lovingly probed Piper’s navel with a flick of the tongue.

Before she knew it, Beth was positioned between Piper’s bare thighs, hungering to kiss that tender pink crease of her sex, but hesitant to take the final step; to cross that line between good sense and utter abandon. She breathed in its delicate scent, struggling with herself. Should I?

Then Piper spoke. “Mom… will you kiss me d-down there? I know you’re not s’posed to do stuff like that to little girls, but… but I really want to know what it f-feels like.”

Beth slowly lowered her face between Piper’s legs, touching her lips to the child’s slit, enchanted by its softness. Then she kissed the girl’s labia, catching a hint of citrus and musk. Her tongue emerged to probe inside, sampling her daughter’s essence, the sweet girlish tang of it. With an astonished gasp, Piper spread her thighs further, the labia parting to reveal the rosy hue of her vaginal interior.

The next few minutes were a taste of earthly paradise for mother and daughter alike.

Piper had never imagined such bliss. She’d watched lesbian clips on the family computer when Mommy was at work, and figured it had to feel awesome, a pretty girl putting her mouth on you like that, but the reality of it was something else altogether. Having Mommy’s tongue explore her trickle was the nicest, best feeling she’d ever had.

Then Mommy was licking her bottom hole, and that was amazing, too. Piper caressed her nipples, then tugged at them, humming in perfect contentment. We’re making love, she told herself. My mother is making love to me!

As for Beth, she tingled from head to toe, her very soul caught up in the excitement of teaching her daughter the delights of lesbian love with a woman. It was such a marvelous experience that she was almost sorry when Piper began to writhe and mewl and cry out loud; hips jerking, hands tangling in her mommy’s hair, thighs squeezing Beth’s head as she came.

For a while afterwards Piper was too overwhelmed to speak. She just rested in her mother’s arms, an occasional quiver racing through her boyish frame.

“Oh, Mommy,” she finally whispered, “that was so good. Thank you, thank you!”

“I enjoyed it too, dearest,” Beth said, kissing the tip of her child’s nose.

Piper propped herself up on an elbow, her eyes dancing with renewed excitement. “I want to do it to you now. Will you teach me?”

By then, Beth was desperate for her own release, but still felt a little uneasy about what she’d just done. Having Piper return the favor seemed like too much, too soon. She ought to think things through. Then again, if she really, really wants to…  “Oh, you don’t have to do that, dear,” she murmured.

Sitting up, Piper folded her arms, wearing a stubborn look her mother knew all too well. “But it’s my turn, Mommy! You gave me good feelings, so I get to give ‘em back to you! It’s only fair.”

Beth could feel her resistance ebbing away in the face of her daughter’s determination. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Sure I’m sure. Now lie down!” Nudging Beth onto her back, Piper crawled between her mother’s legs until her lips were inches from the woman’s juicy cunt.

Feeling the caress of the little girl’s breath, Beth spread her thighs wide, unwilling to dampen her child’s enthusiasm.

Piper lovingly kissed her vagina, pausing to sample the flavor, then broke into a huge smile. “Wow, you smell really nice, Mom. And you taste even better!” Without another word, she burrowed her face between her mother’s thighs, licking and sucking at Beth’s wet pussy.

Suddenly she raised her face. “Am I doing it right, Mom?”

“Oh, yes, my love! Your mouth f-feels so wonderful… don’t stop, please!”

Beth felt the girl’s small fingers touch her labia, opening her, gaining access to the full depths of her vagina, and spread her legs again, far as they could go. She wanted the girl to have all of her, everything she had to give.

Piper turned her attention to her mother’s clitoris, swollen and throbbing with need. She licked it first, then sucked it between her lips, flicking the tip with her tongue. Hot waves of pleasure surged through Beth’s trembling body. She loved it, truly loved it.

But at the same time, she felt an intense, irresistible yearning to be penetrated. She touched her daughter’s shoulder. “Baby girl… put your fingers in me, will you?”

The girl raised her head. “Like this?” she said, slipping a couple of fingers into her mother’s sodden vagina with a squishing sound.

“Oh, yes! Put in more, honey… as many fingers as you can g-get into me…”

Piper didn’t hesitate. She pushed all four fingers into her mother, then captured Beth’s clitoris between her lips.

Beside herself with a mounting ecstasy, Beth cried, “Oh, yes, that’s it! YES! Now go deeper…”

For a sexual novice, Piper was quick to get the hang of fucking her mother. She pumped her fingers in and out of Beth’s cunt, all the time licking and sucking her clit, increasing the tempo and the vigor of her strokes, hastening Mommy’s growing rapture.

When her orgasm hit, Beth filled the room with a scream of purest pleasure, her body thrashing so helplessly that she nearly threw her and Piper both from the bed. Her daughter kept going, though, guiding Beth through several continuous minutes of orgasmic bliss.

Carefully extracting her fingers from Mommy’s cunt, Beth relaxed, sinking into the damp sheets with a contented sigh.

Piper crawled into Beth’s arms, where she gave her mother a passion-filled kiss, her lips and tongue tasting of cunt. Beth returned that kiss measure for measure, eagerly licking around the child’s sticky mouth.

Finally, mother and daughter nestled into each other’s arms, at peace with the world.

A moment later. Piper raised her head. “Your pussy was so wet, Mommy!” she exclaimed. “I thought for sure my whole hand was gonna go inside you!”

The thought sent a delicious shiver through Beth. Maybe next time, she thought.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed, hugging her daughter close. “I adore you. Do you… are you happy that we made love?”

“Yeah. It was awesome. I want us to do it all the time.” She gazed shyly at her mother. “So, um… can we be girlfriends, Mommy?”

Beth’s heart seemed to swell in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes growing moist. “Yes, you can. Better — we’ll be lovers.”

Piper lay back, a dreamy look on her face. “Lovers…” She laughed joyously, clapping her hands. “I like that!” She turned slowly to Beth. “Kiss me again, Mommy — kiss your lover…”

“Baby girl,” Beth breathed. Their mouths met in an angel-soft kiss that quickly became hot and eager. She rolled onto her back, pulling Piper’s naked body on top of hers, already hungry for more.

***

That was six years ago, and Beth and Piper have never looked back since that wonderful morning. They make love nearly every night, and sometimes in the daytime. On weekends, they often stay naked for the whole day.

When Piper turned twelve, Beth bought herself a strap-on cock to take her daughter’s virginity, after the girl made it clear that she had no intention of letting anyone else be her first fuck. And it was only a week after mother and daughter became lovers that Beth took Piper’s whole hand inside her vagina.

Piper is now sixteen and more beautiful than ever. She has yet to even go on a date, not that she even wants to. Her mother gives her all the loving she needs. Beth and Piper are utterly devoted to one another, and hope to secretly marry one day.

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Note from JetBoy: Here’s another previously unseen Moldy Oldie from my files that I have next to no memory of writing. I’d intended to post the next chapter of Suzy’s “Interviews,” which promises to be a real sizzler… but I didn’t finish with the editing in time, so you good people will have to settle for this instead. Have fun with it.

By JetBoy

My name is Melinda, and I am a thirty-eight-year-old divorcee from Kentucky. This is a story of how my life changed completely about a year ago.

About six months after my husband and I divorced, my twenty-one-year-old daughter Nora insisted that I move to Atlanta and live with her. She was working on a visual arts degree at Emory College, and had managed to scare up enough freelance work on the side to pay for a nice apartment.

“I’ve got plenty of space, Mom… and I’d love to have you for a roomie!” she told me.

Nora and I had always had a great parent-child relationship — in fact, that’s one of the wedges that drove me and her father Ernest apart. He wanted to have it both ways: dedicate everything he had to his business career while having an adoring family at his beck and call. Instead, the bond between my daughter and me made him feel like an outsider in our marriage, and I suppose there was something to that. I loved them both, but I cared a hell of a lot more for Nora than my perpetually distracted husband. Eventually, he got involved with his secretary, and we made a reasonably amicable split of it.

Now I was single again, feeling my oats and ready for some big, exciting changes — and here was my Nora, offering me exactly that. Must say, I loved the idea.

Still, I was hesitant at first. “Honey, are you sure you want this? I mean.. I’d hate to, you know, cramp your style…”

“You won’t, Mom. That’s what I adore about you — among other things,” she added with a chuckle. “You’ve always treated me like a grownup, ever since I became one, anyhow… and that won’t change because we’re sharing an apartment. Hell, now that you’re playing the field again, we can hit the bars together!”

I gave a shaky laugh. “Oh, I… I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.”

“If you say so, mother dearest… but I think you need to get out there and strut your stuff. Believe me, it would be a shame to let that sexy ass go to waste.”

I’m not easily shocked, but that little comment threw me for a loop. “Nora!” I gasped.

“Joking, Mom, joking — but honestly, you still look great for a woman with a college-age daughter. Don’t worry, though — I won’t be trying to fix you up with a hot freshman. However, I will be taking you shopping at a few of Atlanta’s snazziest boutiques, so don’t pack too many clothes. Now… how soon can I expect you?”

By that point in the conversation, I was already imagining the good times that Nora and I could share as roommates. It seemed a lot better than rattling around my overstuffed suburban house, still filled with the detritus of my old life.

I drew in a deep breath, then took the plunge. “Know what, hon? It’s a deal. Give me a week to get my loose ends tied up, and I’ll be tap-tapping on your door, suitcase in hand.”

She squealed with delight. “Cool! Oh, wow — we are gonna have so much fun! I can’t wait.”

Her excitement was positively contagious. We chatted for a bit longer, then Nora had to dash off to her next class.

I had a silly grin plastered on my face for the rest of the day, already making plans for the week to come. It was as if my daughter had known exactly what I needed to get myself thinking in future tenses again. I’d missed Nora terribly while she was at school, and the idea of sharing a living space with her had me feeling warm all over.

Warm all over? Believe you me, I didn’t know the half of it.

***

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I got my financial affairs in order and had the house cleaned from top to bottom. I found a Japanese banker who was eager to rent it — providing me with a useful source of extra income for a year, after which I’d sell the place off. That accomplished, I took my Lexus in for a tune-up, then packed a couple of suitcases and hit the road.

My plan was to make the drive to Atlanta a leisurely one, so I wouldn’t be an exhausted wreck by the time I got there. I spent three days on the road, with two nights spent at really nice hotels.

Finally on Friday, I stood before Nora’s apartment door, a bit stiff from four hours behind the wheel, overnight case in hand. I knocked twice, and the door flew open before my knuckles could land a third. There was my daughter, a huge smile on her face and arms open wide.

“Mom!” she cried, and we came together in a fierce hug. I sighed, suddenly feeling more content than I’d been in months. The warmth and smell of her, my precious Nora — it nourished my soul. I knew at that moment that coming to stay with her was the best decision I could have made.

I hadn’t given much thought to sleeping arrangements, assuming that I’d be sleeping on Nora’s fold-out sofa until she suggested another possibility.

“How about bunking down with me?” Nora asked.

I gave her a puzzled glance. “With you?”

“Well, sure,” she said, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Why not? My bed is big, Mom. We’ll be very cozy. I can’t ask you to stay on that crappy sleeper sofa.”

My daughter’s seemed so enthused about the idea that I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. Anyhow, it seemed like a great opportunity for some quality bonding time. “Okay,” I replied with a grin.

That night, Nora allowed me to use the bathroom first, so after I finished I sat on the bed in my nightgown, idly thumbing through a paperback I’d brought along.

I was totally flabbergasted when my daughter came back drying her hair with a towel, wearing not a single stitch of clothing. She smiled and spoke to me as if nothing was different. Clearly, Nora was comfortable with her body.

I had to admit that she looked truly lovely in the nude. Nora had been thin as a teenager, but she’d ripened beautifully over the last year, with womanly curves in all the right places. Her breasts looked even nicer than I remembered them. Her auburn bush was neatly trimmed, the lips of her slit barely visible.

I decided not to say anything about her nakedness because, after all, this was her apartment, and she was probably accustomed to sleeping that way.

I tried not to stare at her bare body while she dried her hair with a plush towel. Once her hair was dry she sat at the dressing table to brush it.

When she kissed me goodnight before turning off the lamp, her hug lingered longer than usual, making me aware of her full breasts pressing against my own. I was a bit surprised to feel my nipples hardening from our body contact. Her mouth was warm and soft when she kissed me.

“Goodnight, Mom,” whispered Nora, with her cheek against mine.

“Sweet dreams, dear,” I replied.

She turned over, switched off the lamp and lay down on her side of the bed. It wasn’t long before her steady breathing indicated that she was sleeping soundly.

It took a lot longer for sleep to claim me. The sight of my daughter’s beautiful body and the way my lips tingled from her kiss swirled around in my mind, making me feel strangely light-headed.

When I did sleep, my dream was quite a shocker, to say the least.

My daughter and I were on a huge four-poster bed in a completely white space, both of us nude. We held each other in a lover’s embrace, kissing passionately. Somehow, I had no reservations about what was happening. It seemed utterly right for me to love Nora like this.

It was the most erotic fantasy I’d experienced in years.

I woke with a start some time before the alarm went off. I was not sure where I was when I opened my eyes. For a dazed moment, I thought my husband was holding me from behind, cupping my breasts like he sometimes did in the morning, his body pressed tightly to mine.

As I grew more aware of my surroundings, I realized that a woman’s body was pressed against my back… then I remembered that the person behind me was my daughter Nora, and that I was in her bed.

I was feeling a bit embarrassed about snuggling this way with my naked daughter, especially after having such an erotic dream about her… but, at the same time, I couldn’t deny that her touch and closeness felt wonderful.

Clearly, Nora was still asleep, and had simply cuddled up to me as we both dozed. It was a bit unsettling to have her hands on my breasts, though. I didn’t move; just lay there, hoping she would change position before she woke up to find herself cuddling me as if I were her boyfriend. The last thing I wanted was for things to be awkward between us.

As I lay there, the dream of Nora kissing me vividly returned in vivid color, making me blush in shame at how wanton my imagination could be. God, what had been going through my mind? I’d never slept with a woman before, never even kissed a girl when I was in school. So why was I having a sexual dream about my daughter… and why did the memory of it leave me feeling tingly and warm?

Suddenly I felt Nora stir and awaken. I nearly gasped out loud when she pressed her warm, naked body into mine from behind… then felt her hands fondle my breasts. She brushed my nipples with her fingers, and the feeling was exquisite. A tiny whimper escaped my lips

She responded by nuzzling my face, leaving gentle kisses on my cheek, my neck, my ear. Instead of letting go of my breasts, her hands were boldly fondling me to my further dismay… and delight.

“Morning, Mom,” she greeted me.

“G-good morning, darling,” I said shakily.

“How long have you been awake?” Nora asked.

“Oh…” I said, “I’d guess about half an hour or so.”

“Gotta say, it feels really nice to lie in bed with another person. I’ve missed the warmth of another body next to mine.”

“Me, too,” I agreed.

What else could I say? I couldn’t ask her what on earth she was doing, touching me like that… but, God help me, I couldn’t tell her to stop. It seemed impossible that I could be allowing my own daughter to fondle me… but it had been much too long since I’d been held and touched like this, and Nora’s hands were gentle and loving.

We remained locked together as she lazily stroked my breasts through my nightgown, then I trembled as one of her hands trailed its way down to my belly, then further… until her hand rested between my thighs, lightly brushing my pubes.

It felt shocking and confusing to be touched this way, especially by my Nora… yet it was so deliciously sensuous, unlike anything I’d ever experienced with a man.

We both started when her alarm clock went off.

Quickly reaching for the clock and turning it off, Nora then sat up and gently rolled me onto my back, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t resist her… I couldn’t!

Before she pulled away, her tongue flicked against my lower lip.

“I love you, Mom,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered, gazing deep into my daughter’s eyes…

I was ready for nearly anything from her, but she surprised me by getting out of bed and pulling a robe over her bare body.

“You don’t need to get out of bed, Mom. I’ll make breakfast, and bring it up to you after I shower.” She went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door.

I lay there for a long moment, trying to sort out Nora’s strange behavior and my own confused emotions. I was shocked, but somehow not surprised, to realize that my pussy was wet.

Could this be why Nora invited me to live in her house? To become her lover? Surely that couldn’t be what she had in mind.

And then there was the way I’d responded. Why did I just lie there, letting her touch me intimately?

Is Nora a lesbian? And… could I be one?

This thought made my lips tremble. Was I…? There was that strange erotic dream. And when she fondled me, I did nothing to stop her. My nipples were still tingling from her touch. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been made to feel like that.

These questions whirled around in my head, with one above them all: what was I to do?

For a long while I was oblivious to the world, because I didn’t hear or see Nora leave the bathroom. I wasn’t aware of anything except my puzzlement until a few minutes later, when my daughter returned with a large breakfast for both of us, arranged on a large teak tray. She was still wearing the white long bathrobe that she had put on before her shower. I couldn’t tell if she was naked underneath, but something told me she was. I tried not to let myself dwell on that.

I sat up in the bed, half-hoping she’d just set the tray down, go about her business and give me space to think… the other part of me wanting her to shuck that robe, climb back into bed and take me in her arms like before. No, don’t go there, I told myself.

She spread butter on my toast before she set the tray on my lap. I’ve never had anyone bring me breakfast in the morning, nor waited on me in such a sweet way.

I had a problem looking Nora in the eye at first, yet I couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting back to her beautiful face again and again, feeling as nervous as I did on my first date, back when I was in junior high school.

We talked about everything except how she touched me earlier, and I was beginning to relax a bit, almost wondering if it had been part of my dream.

After we finished, Nora took the tray and placed it on the floor beside her. She then stood, undid her belt, parted her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. In spite of myself, I was enthralled all over again by the sight of her nude body. Her beautiful breasts and her auburn pubes were utterly enticing.

She reached for the blanket that still covered my lower half and pulled it off the bed, casting it onto the floor. Her gaze never leaving mine, Nora climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs, leaning forward slightly, lips parting.

I didn’t resist when she pulled me to her for a kiss. I didn’t turn my head away as her hungry mouth claimed mine. The only thing I could do was moan from the sudden rush of pleasure that roared through my entire body… and by moaning, I gave her tongue access to my mouth. I could taste orange juice on her lips.

It was the most incredibly erotic kiss I had known in my life. Nora wrapped her arms around me and mashed her mouth to mine.

I was trembling like a leaf, my pussy quickly moistening again, nipples hard and erect. I moaned again when I felt her hand mold itself to my left breast… and then her other hand cupped the right.

She obviously wasn’t satisfied with touching my body through a cotton gown, though. Her hands left my breasts for a moment, just long enough for her to reach down for the bottom of my nightgown and tug it over my head and off. I actually raised my hips to assist… and then I was naked too.

She finally pulled back from our long kiss to gaze adoringly at my breasts, then back up at me. I looked dazedly into her eyes to read the lust she felt, so powerful it made my head swim.

Nora stroked and caressed my breasts with both hands. Finally cupping the bottom of one, as if she was weighing it, she brought her mouth to my throbbing nipple. She kissed it, then took it between her lips and gently sucked. I inhaled sharply as she nibbled at the tip.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I enjoyed the sensation of her hungry mouth.

All my doubts and fears melted away as pleasure washed over my mind and body. All thoughts of going to the shopping center, having lunch together, or any of the usual things Nora and I did together as mother and daughter were gone. There was only this moment… only the now of making love.

It was a while, I don’t know how long, before Nora turned her attention to my other breast. Her sweet, hot mouth had me dizzy with delight, my cunt oozing sticky juices down the crack of my ass.

Finally, her kisses began to travel down my body. She nuzzled my tummy, her lips and tongue like points of flame against my tingling skin… then she moved even lower. When she spread my legs and dipped her head between them, I was trembling from head to toe, as taut as piano wire.

With her fingers she opened my cunt, and her mouth enveloped the pink flower… licking and sucking at every inch of my sex. When her tongue brushed the throbbing clitoris, my mounting pleasure suddenly reached a peak, and I exploded. It was the hottest, most intense orgasm I had ever known. My body and neck seized up, while my legs thrashed about uncontrollably. It seemed as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs, but I certainly tried.

My climax lasted such a long time that I briefly fainted from its intensity. Coming to my senses, I found my daughter lying on top of me, decorating my face with gentle kisses.

“Nora, darling,” I murmured. “Why?”

“Do you remember when we all used to go to the beach together?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, I always thought you were the most beautiful woman there. You were so sexy in your bikini… and I think you’re even sexier now.” She brushed my cheek with her fingertips. “I realized a little later that I was much more into girls than boys.”

“Have you done this…. you know, with another woman before?”

“Only with my roommate,” she said softly. “Do you remember Rebecca Fisher?”

I shook my head. Though I remembered us going to the beach many times when she was a teenager, I couldn’t picture the girl she shared a room with in college.

“That was the first time I’d ever been with a woman, but it felt so good and so right that I knew that was the way I… wanted to be.” She laid her head on my shoulder, pausing to place a soft kiss on my neck. “Not long after that I realized something that shocked me, Mom. See, I’d already figured out that I was gay… but one night I had a sexy dream about being in bed naked, with you. Making love, the way you and I did just now.”

“Oh, my,” I whispered, recalling my own dream from the night before.

“When I woke up, Mom,” Nora continued, “I felt all weird… and guilty, for having lesbian fantasies about my own mother. But you know what?” I slowly shook my head. “Within five minutes, I was fingering my pussy, thinking about you.” She placed her hand upon my breast, teasing my nipple to tautness in her palm. “Ever since that night, I’ve wanted this to happen. It’s my ultimate fantasy.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought she was simply a very affectionate daughter, not a girl with a crush for her own mother. It didn’t matter. I adored her. I wanted this.

“I love you, Mom,” Nora said, almost fiercely. “I’m in love with you. I always will be.”

Gazing into her eyes, I could clearly see the adoration she felt for me. All I knew was that I cared more for Nora than anyone else in the world, so I couldn’t — I wouldn’t push her away.

There was something stirring deep inside me, something wonderful… and suddenly it struck me that I felt exactly the same. I’d fallen in love with my own daughter.

“And I love you,” I murmured.

My meaning wasn’t lost on her. Nora’s smile shone like the sun. Her head dipped down and she kissed me long and hard.

We didn’t leave her bed that morning, or for most of the afternoon. I went down on Nora for the first time, and quickly found myself intoxicated by her beautiful pussy. I ate her like a woman possessed until she came for me.

Then I made love to her again — but this time my approach was slow and tender, taking the time to explore, to savor every inch of my sweetheart’s body. I must have spent at least half an hour on her breasts alone, fondling and kissing them. Eventually I had Nora begging me to make her come — and when she did, her body shook so hard I was nearly thrown off the bed.

My daughter and I pleasured one another again and again that day. We tried to get up and dressed, making it as far as the shower… but our decision to wash each other just sent us scurrying back to bed for another round of sex.

For the grand finale, Nora took out this large sex toy, a nine-inch latex cock she fastened around her waist. I’d never been with a man that well endowed, but she assured me that I’d love it. Sure enough, she fucked me slow and easy at first, gradually taking me higher and higher until I was straddling that rubbery monster, riding it like a bitch in heat. I’d never known I was capable of such wildness with a lover… and Nora, bless her, was thrilled to bits.

In the end, our strength simply gave out after hours of lovemaking… and we dozed peacefully in each other’s arms.

Two years later, I still live with Nora. We share a bed, and make love often. It’s unorthodox, to say the least, but my daughter and I are blissfully happy together.

The End

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Note from JetBoy: I’ve had this one sitting around in my Post It Some Day file for a long while, saving it for when I really needed something to put up at the site. This week, the installment I’d hoped to post can’t be made public just yet. Hence this stopgap story. Nothing world-shaking, just a little something for you to nibble on until we have a proper entree prepared.  Hope you like.

By JetBoy

This is a true story about me, my twin sister, and our cousin Kelly. It happened one night about ten years ago, when my parents were away on vacation.

My name is Sherry. At the time this took place, I was thirteen years old. I have strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and a slim figure. I have an identical twin sister named Brandy. Our parents own a chain of liquor stores, so they named their daughters after alcoholic beverages. Pretty dumb, I know, but whenever my sister or I complain about it, Dad says they were thinking of calling us Whiskey and Bourbon, so we should consider ourselves lucky.

Our cousin’s name is Kelly. She’s seventeen with long golden hair and sapphire-blue eyes, a nice ass and good-sized tits.

My parents went on a trip to Yosemite Park, and before they left, asked Kelly to come keep an eye on us, just to ease their minds a little. Brandy and I knew we were gonna have fun with her watching us for a week. See, Kelly is really great at making adults think that she’s a totally good girl who never gets in trouble, so they trust her to always be responsible. But when the grownups are away, she’s a way cool person who loves to party and enjoy life.

After my parents left for the airport, Kelly said she had to take a shower and get ready for a date she had that evening. Me and Brandy sat down in front of the tube, kinda bummed that Kelly wouldn’t be hanging out with us, though she did promise to take us out and do something fun the next night.

Anyway, Kelly took so long in the bathroom that I was getting all curious what she was up to, so I peeked inside. There she was, completely naked, sitting on the edge of the tub and shaving her pussy!

I was really embarrassed. I’d never seen anything like it before. Mind you, I was still a virgin, just like Brandy — our parents wouldn’t let us go out with boys until we turned fourteen, and that was still six months away — so I didn’t even understand what she was shaving down there for. At our age, Brandy and I only had light sprinklings of down between our legs.

When Kelly glanced up to see me looking, I quickly said, “Oh! God, I’m sorry… Um, I didn’t know you were still in here,” acting startled so she wouldn’t know I was being nosy, checking her out.

She said, “Oh, that’s okay, kiddo — I’m just getting ready for my date.”

Kelly had shaving cream spread all over her privates, and was carefully scraping it away a bit at a time with a disposable razor. She seemed to be totally casual about what she was doing, so I figured it wasn’t that weird.

Finally I had to ask. “So, um, why are you doing that, anyway?”

Glancing up, Kelly arched an eyebrow. “Because it feels better when you have sex. Also, lots of folks get really turned on by shaved pussies.” She made a pass with the razor, paused to examine the result. “I think it’s ‘cos you end up looking more like a little girl. You’d be surprised how many partners get turned on by that.”

I was shocked, but also suddenly kind of intrigued. I kept watching, waiting for Kelly to wash off the rest of the shaving cream so I could get a good look at her pussy. Is it more pretty that way? I wondered.

Just then, Brandy peeked into the bathroom, wondering where I’d got to. Then she saw what Kelly was doing and, surprised like I’d been, asked, “How come you’re doing that?”

I said, “Because it feels better when you’re doing sex, and ‘cause it makes you look like a little girl.”

Scowling, Brandy poked me. “How come you know so much, smartypants? You’ve never even been kissed before!”

“Well, neither have you!” I fired back.

“Hey, hey, no squabbling!” Kelly said, “I told her that, Brandy.”

Brandy didn’t turn and leave, and neither did I; just stood there watching our cousin until she was done shaving. Setting her razor aside, she wiped the residue away with a wet washcloth. Now her pussy was all smooth and beautiful.

Feeling kinda shy, but eager to share my thoughts, I told her, “I like how it looks with no hair.”

Kelly smiled kinda sexy, then shocked us by asking, “Do you want to touch me there? Y’know, just to see what it feels like?”

Glancing at me, Brandy said, ” I will… if Sherry will.” You know, kinda like it was a dare or something.

So, I said, “Okay, but you first.”

So Brandy reached over and cupped Kelly’s pussy with her hand, then stroked it. Kelly gave a happy sigh. “Oooh, that’s nice.”

Then it was my turn. So I reached out and timidly touched her mound, feeling the heat between Kelly’s legs. Feeling bolder, I stroked her pussy lips. Wow, she was so warm and wet there. My heart was beating like crazy.

Kelly murmured, “Damn, that feels good. You better stop, though. I might end up staying here and playing with you guys instead of going out!”

I wasn’t quite sure just what she meant, but it sounded awfully interesting.

Brandy said, “I wouldn’t mind my pussy looking like that…”

“Me too!” I chimed in, loving my sister’s idea. “Could you maybe, um, help us shave ours, Kelly?”

“Hey, I’d be glad to, if you really want. Are you sure about it, though? You’ll have to keep shaving down there, if you want it to stay smooth.”

“I love how it looks,” Brandy said, “so yeah, count me in.”

“And I think it feels amazing!” I said. “Let’s do it now!”

Kelly rubbed her chin, like she was thinking about something. “Y’know… I think I’d rather be doing this for you guys than hanging out with Steve. He kinda bores me, actually – always talking about his stupid motorcycle. I’m gonna call him and cancel our date.”

She rang this Steve guy up and gave him some cock-and-bull story about feeling sick from something she ate. Finally, she turned her phone off and shoved it into her purse. “Okay, girls… get those clothes off, all of them — it’s pussy-shaving time!”

At this point I was really tingly and thrilled, and I knew Brandy was too. We quickly undressed, then stood there naked in front of Kelly. She looked us up and down, nodding. “Oh, yeah. You two are gonna be total hotties in a couple years. Actually, you’re hella sexy right now!”

We shyly thanked her, then she reached for the razor. “You first, Sherry,” Kelly said, patting the toilet seat. “Sit here, and spread your legs as far apart as you can.”

I sat down and waited, my heart racing. Kelly lathered up my pussy first, and the feel of her warm fingers rubbing the slippery foam between my legs was incredible! I had to pretend she wasn’t getting me excited, not wanting to make things awkward.

After she did me she shaved Brandy, and the sight of Kelly working on my sister’s pussy made me tingle all over. I wasn’t sure why it interested me so much. I’d seen Brandy without clothes tons of times — we shared a bathroom, after all — but for the first time, I noticed how pretty she was naked.

Once Kelly was done wiping the lather away, Brandy and I stood face to face, admiring each other’s freshly bared mounds.

Brandy looked up at me, suddenly gone all bashful, “Hey, sis. Wanna touch mine, and I’ll touch yours? Just to, y’know, see what it feels like,” she added, blushing a little, and I nodded.

My hand crept between her legs. I touched her pussy, and she rubbed mine, and I swear I almost exploded, it felt so good! I swear, the heat of her was almost burning my hand. I gazed into Brandy’s eyes and saw how turned on my sister was, and it made me feel all trembly inside.

Kelly laughed. “Wow… it looks like somebody here is hot for her sister!” And she and Brandy giggled. I felt embarrassed, but they didn’t seem to mind, so I kept quiet.

“Let’s relax,” Kelly said. She strolled out of the bathroom, still naked, and flopped down on the couch. Brandy and I shared a glance, then we both followed Kelly, leaving our clothes behind. At that point, the thought of getting dressed again seemed pointless.

We seated ourselves on either side of Kelly, who asked, “You girls ever fucked a guy before?”

My sister and I both shook our heads. I said, “It’s like Brandy said… we’ve never even been kissed.”

“Well, there was that spin-the-bottle game,” Brandy pointed out. “At Billy Fetterman’s birthday party, remember?”

“Oh, yuck,” I moaned. “Don’t even mention that! I had bad dreams about Stuart Hooper’s tongue for weeks.”

“Sounds awful,” Kelly said with a snicker. “Okay, then. Either of you ever try it with a girl?”

I shook my head, and Brandy made a face. “No! That’s lesbian stuff!” she said. I was thinking to myself that the idea sounded kinda interesting, though.

Kelly frowned. “Hey, now… just because you fool around with another girl doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian, y’know. I’ve fucked girls before, and it was incredible!”

Our mouths dropped simultaneously. “You have?” I gasped.

“Sure.” Kelly placed a warm hand on my thigh. “Haven’t you guys ever wondered what it would be like to kiss each other? Really kiss?”

I felt my face get hot. Brandy exclaimed, “Kelly! I can’t believe you even said that!”

“What’s the big deal?” said Kelly. “God, if I had a sister who looked just like me, I’d want to do it to her more than anything. Just thinking about it makes me hot.”

Oh, my God, our cousin was stroking her pussy! There she was, fingering herself like it was the most natural thing in the world. The smell of her tickled my nose, making me feel weird, but in a good way.

I stole a glance at Brandy, and caught her looking at me. I quivered inside, realizing she was giving serious thought to what Kelly just said. Then my heart started pounding even harder when I realized I wanted to kiss her. I did! It was way wrong, I knew — but Brandy looked so hot, and I already knew that I truly loved her as a sister. Now, I wanted more!

Kelly sure didn’t give us much of a chance to chicken out — she slid from the couch to kneel before us both, now openly fondling her pussy. With her free hand, she nudged me toward my nude sister, who sat frozen on the other side of the couch. “Go on, Sherry,” she purred, “kiss her… touch her. You know you want to. You’re both so alike, it’ll be like making love to yourself!”

I felt almost drunk with anticipation — and desire. Brandy was gazing at me questioningly, as if asking me what we should do without actually saying the words. She was unsure about what she felt, I could tell. She was interested, though… and I was horny enough for both of us.

Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled over to Brandy, smiling sweetly, never breaking eye contact. I leaned in close to brush my lips against hers. She was still at first, but slowly opened up to me.

My sister’s mouth was so soft and sweet! Our kisses were gentle at first, but suddenly her lips opened to mine and our tongues met. I felt her arms moving around me, pulling me close.

I surrendered to her embrace, my body pressing into hers as we kissed harder. My pussy was on fire!

After a moment, we broke the kiss, staring at one another in disbelief at how good, how right that felt. I had never felt such love for Brandy as I did at that moment. Any feelings of wrongness at what we were doing had vanished completely. My sister and I wanted each other, and we knew it.

I turned to Kelly. She was stretched out on the floor, fingering herself. She said, “C’mere, you two… I’ll show you how to really make love to a girl.”

We moved down to the thick shag carpet to join her. She said, “I’ll do you both one at a time so you can learn how it’s done. Who wants to go first?”

Brandy was really nervous. She said, “Go ahead, Sherry. Um, I’ll just watch.”

Kelly took me in her arms and we kissed passionately. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. I could feel her hands on my body, touching me all over. She lightly bit my neck and I groaned with pleasure. Then she said, “Sherry, get on top of me with your cunt over my face. Brandy, pay attention. Do what I do, and you’ll know how to eat pussy like a pro.”

So I climbed over Kelly’s body and knelt right over her mouth, facing her feet. I was trembling all over at the thought of what my cousin was about to do.

Then I felt her tongue licking up my pussy from my opening up to my clit. God, it was so amazingly good! She licked up and down a few times, then stuck her tongue into my hole, and I immediately felt myself getting wet.

I started moaning and swaying, overwhelmed by the sensations pounding through my body. Then I glanced down and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Kelly’s pussy, juicy as a ripe melon.

The sight and smell of her had me utterly bewitched… and right then, I knew I wanted to please her, too.

I bent down, put my head between my cousin’s legs and started doing the same thing she was doing to me. I licked up and down her slit, quickly realizing that I loved the taste.

Kelly started pumping her hips into my face and cried, “That’s it! Oh GOD, eat my pussy!”

That just egged me on, so I started to really get wild, tongue-fucking her hole and nibbling on her clit, sometimes just grinding my mouth into her. It felt so wild and nasty, and I loved it! Kelly almost went through the roof, too. Meanwhile, she was still feasting on me, and I was on the verge of exploding in her face.

When she took her mouth away, I moaned in wordless protest, but all of a sudden, she was slipping her tongue into my butt crack! She started licking up and down between my cheeks, sliding her hand between my legs to rub my clit at the same time… and that was it. I came so hard I almost fainted!

She kept fingering my pussy while I sucked on hers, and I swear I came again! But I wasn’t going to stop licking, not until she came herself.

Then, as if she was reading my mind, Kelly gasped, “Oooohhhh… are you ready for it, lover? I’m g-gonna come for you!”

Then she did, and it was incredible! Her whole body jerked like a fish on a line, and she pressed her cunt into my face — almost bucking me right off, she was thrashing around so much. I kept on eating her, though, until she collapsed, exhausted.

Once I caught my breath, looked up and saw Brandy sprawled back on the couch, watching us while rubbing her pussy.

Kelly crawled up to Brandy, embraced her and said, “Let me do that for you, babe. I’ll make it feel even better.” She kissed my sister hungrily, her tongue darting into Brandy’s mouth. My sister moaned in delight, and I could tell she was really turned on by the taste of my pussy on Kelly’s lips and chin. Her hands slipped down to grope our cousin’s ass while they kissed and made out. I could feel myself getting hot all over again.

Breaking their kiss, Kelly patted the floor. “Lie down here, babe.” Brandy lay down on her back and Kelly crawled between her legs. She told Brandy, “Pull your legs up so your heels are touching your ass… then spread your knees.”

Brandy did as she was told, and I swear, I’d never seen anything so sexy in all my life! Her cunt was pink and wet and looked absolutely luscious.

Kelly moved in and ran her tongue along the length of my sister’s pussy, right up to her clit. Brandy cried out loud, shivering helplessly as our cousin licked her cunt all over, then probed her way inside, tongue-fucking my twin’s hole like she did mine.

Brandy was holding Kelly’s face between her legs, gasping “Oh, God! Oh! OH! This feels s-so good! OHHHHHH!!”

Sliding both hands under Brandy’s ass, Kelly kinda lifted her up a little, so she could get her tongue deeper into my sister’s cunt. Then she did the same thing she tried on me, licking her way down to Brandy’s butt crack, kissing her butthole like it was a sexy mouth.

My sister was going wild, thrashing all over the place, panting like she was running a marathon. Kelly slid her fingers into Brandy’s pussy while she ate her ass.

I decided to get into the act. Kneeling behind Kelly, I put my face right into her butt crack and started licking her that way.

Kelly gasped, “Oh, yeah! Eat my ass! Ooooohhhh!” She didn’t have to tell me twice.

She tasted sweaty and hot. I fondled that incredible behind all over while licking out her crack, then wriggled two fingers into her oozing pussy, finger-fucking my cousin. I couldn’t see her mouth on Brandy, but from the sounds my sister was making, I knew Kelly had to be doing an amazing job.

Suddenly Brandy was coming like a wildcat! I raised my face from Kelly’s ass to watch, still working my fingers in and out of her cunt. Kelly was sucking at Brandy’s clit now, and my sister was bucking and rocking so hard that Kelly had to hang on for dear life. She somehow managed to keep her mouth where it needed to be, and soon my sister was begging her to stop.

Brandy was trembling and gasping for air as Kelly raised her face from her crotch — and I immediately flipped my cousin over on her back, going down on her until she exploded in an orgasm that had her practically bouncing on the carpet.

By that time I was all hot and bothered again. I looked over at my beautiful sister. She was playing with her pussy, getting off on watching me eat out Kelly. I gazed deep into her eyes and crawled over to her, taking my sister in both arms. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Lust for me.

We kissed hungrily, sharing the taste of Kelly’s cunt and ass on my wet mouth. Then Brandy moved down my body, kissing and licking at my nipples. Oh, God — I wanted her more than anything right then!

She obviously felt the same way, because then she raised her face from my breasts, smiled sweetly at me and sighed, “I love you, Sherry… I want to taste you now. I want the first pussy I kiss to be yours.” We kissed again, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pushing her slit against mine while we kissed. Then I released her from this passionate embrace and brought my knees up, spreading my legs as wide as they could go, opening myself for her.

She dropped down between my legs, her face moving to my dripping pussy. I could see her nostrils flaring as she savored the smell of my cunt.

“Mmmm…” she said as her tongue snaked out to slide between my pussy lips, then flicked away. I gasped at how intense this was — my sister’s tongue, grazing me, tormenting me, making me want her even more. Her tongue flicked again, this time brushing my clit. I whimpered, going crazy with the need for release.

From the corner of my eye I saw Kelly on the couch, fingering her pussy as she watched my sister make love to me. She wore a look of utter satisfaction. I wondered; could this have been her plan all along – to persuade me and my sister to fuck?

Brandy was taking her time with it, driving me wild with her teasing. I was just about to scream with knotted-up tension when she suddenly plunged her face between my legs and started devouring my pussy. Within seconds I was coming harder than I ever had in my life, my heels drumming against the floor in an orgasmic frenzy. She slurped and sucked at my cunt, rubbing her face in my crotch, clumsily tweaking my swollen clit with two fingers. Climax after climax crashed down upon me until I simply blacked out.

When I came to, a few seconds later, Brandy was holding me close. Her eyes sparkled with affection as they looked deep into mine. I nearly cried with happiness when I realized how much I loved her then.

My sister and I have been intimate ever since, and still share the same bed. We sometimes date other women, and Kelly joins us for the occasional threesome, but our main interest is in each other. We will always be lovers.

The End

By JetBoy

This is the first new non-collaborative story I’ve posted here in, oh, ages. I finished it a few months ago, but what with the various lengthy works we’ve been running over the last year, there was always something else that needed to be posted first. So I stashed this one in the vault until the time was right — namely, right now. Like many of my stories, this is based on something I saw in another piece of erotic fiction (no idea what) that stuck in my head and wanted to be a story of its own. Hope you like it. 

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I’ll keep the memory of it forever. The way she spoke that one word. “Please?” Only six letters, but oh, what a universe of meaning they contained.

My sister wanted it that badly. She needed me that much. Strange how good it feels, to be needed like that.

I don’t have much to say about the wedding itself. Sure, the groom is handsome. Full of potential, everyone says, with a bright future waiting for him. Perhaps I should be jealous, but no matter how rich he will be, no matter how wonderful everyone says he is, there’s something inside me that refuses to be impressed. Can you understand that?

I lost my temper once at the reception. It was one of the best man’s friends who set me off. I suppose he wasn’t ugly, not exactly. His hair was shiny, I remember that. I pictured him standing before a cabinet filled to bursting with hair care products, and had to conceal a smile. I’m also sure he’d had too much to drink.

“Do you know,” he said to me, his glass tipped at a precarious angle, “Do you know, I think the bridesmaid is even prettier than the bride!” He topped that with an insipid smile.

Perhaps I overreacted, but at that moment, I was so angry, just so, so angry, I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then stuck my tongue out at him. And what did he do? He laughed. I turned my back on him so abruptly that my dress nearly cracked like a whip.

I suppose some girls would have been flattered by his words. Even I might have been under any other circumstance. But it was utterly tasteless to say such a thing at that time. To feed me compliments on my sister’s day! It’s like pinching the widow’s bottom at a funeral. Why are men so completely clueless?

I’m going to have to explain. I can’t tell this story backwards, can I? You’ll have to forgive me. My thoughts are somewhat tangled at the moment.

I need to explain this properly. Otherwise I’ll simply end up going round in circles like water swirling down the sink.

So where do I start? Not when my sister first met the man who would become her husband – it wasn’t a particularly memorable event, to hear her tell it. Nor when she went away to college, although I remember that day all too well.

No, I have to go back to one special night, when I was twelve. My sister and I had just climbed into our beds and settled in when she suddenly sat up and looked at me, and even though I was engrossed in my book, I knew she needed to talk. So I marked my place and put the book down.

It’s funny; I can no longer recall what that book was, or who wrote it. Strange, really, because I remember everything else as if it happened five minutes ago.

It’s good for me, you know, telling you this. It isn’t easy, keeping such a juicy secret to myself Secrets want to be shared, even the dark ones.

Anyhow, this is what she said: “Hey, sis. I’ve really got to show you something.”

I could easily have replied with, “Do tell,” or something equally disdainful. We could be like that, my sister and I, playing at being snarky, even rude to one another. In truth, we were closer than close, best friends as much as siblings. Then as now, I would cheerfully throttle anyone who hurt my sister.

There was a certain urgency to her expression, as if she’d been waiting for days to share this with me.

That was enough to rouse my curiosity. “What is it?” I asked. I expected her to show me a CD she’d bought, or a cool photo in a magazine. Maybe a new move she’d learned in her dance class. Something like that.

Instead, she got out of bed and padded over to me. Tugging my blanket and sheet down, she climbed in and snuggled up close.

I was taken aback, to say the least. “What are you doing?”

“Hitch up your nightie,” she told me. Her voice was all warm and breathy.

I meekly obeyed, pulling my nightgown up to just below my chest. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but that wasn’t a big deal. She’d seen me naked hundreds of times.

She placed a hand on my thigh. To this day, I remember the warmth of that hand. “Close your eyes.”

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“I’m going to show you, silly. Shut your eyes.”

Her voice was so gentle, her eyes so tender, that I did what she told me. And when she began to caress my thighs, moving from one to the other, I seemed to drift off into space.

No one had ever touched me like that. Heck, I’d never even been kissed, not for real. But it did feel nice.

“Do you like this?” she asked me, resting her chin on my shoulder.

“Sure, I guess.”

“Just you wait!” she said. “I’m only getting started.”

Her hand continued its journey upward. And then she touched me there – you know where I mean. Of course, that had been her goal all along.

Her lips grazed my cheek. “What about this?”

I nodded, struck speechless. Just having her fingers there at all was doing extraordinary things to me. But then, very slowly, she began to rub my slit, and from that moment, every imperceptible movement she made felt like I was doing a loop-the loop in an airplane.

Soon I was moaning helplessly, lost in a world of unfamiliar pleasure. Several times she had to hush me, but it was all but impossible to stifle feelings as enormous as those. It was exhilarating, frightening and beautiful, all at once.

Then it became too much, too fast, totally overwhelming, a merry-go-round out of control. I was gulping for breath, wanting her to stop, but she was saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again, as if cheering me on, and that calmed me just enough. Her face was only a few inches from mine, and those big, round eyes seemed to be peering into my very soul.

That throbbing beneath my belly grew and grew until I wanted to scream. As it is, I was about to shove my sister’s hand away, but then those intense sensations began to wane. I paused to assure myself that this wild ride had reached its end, then sank back into the pillow with a sigh of relief.

I didn’t know what to make of it. One moment, I’d been in a huge, scary but pleasurable place – and the next, it was as if nothing had happened, except for my being out of breath.

“See?” she said. “Wasn’t that wonderful?”

To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure. I’d really liked it to start with, but well… in a lot of ways I was still a kid, unable to deal with something that powerful. Still, she’d meant well, and I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, so I just nodded. “Yeah,” I mumbled, trying to sound grown-up. “Wonderful.”

“Good,” she said, touching her lips to my cheek. “G’night, sis.”

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And it was one of those deep, profound slumbers in which all the knots in your brain unravel, and the next day you wake up as if nothing has ever gone wrong in your life, everything around you new and exciting.

In the days that followed, I tried not to think back to that night. I didn’t even question what had happened. Eventually, I came to half-believe the whole thing was a weird dream I’d had after a slice of pepperoni pizza too many.

Then, a week or so later, when I got into bed and turned to the page where I’d left off, my sister came over and sat beside me. She placed a finger on the corner of my book – not quite interrupting, mind you, just letting me know she had something to say.

I gave her a questioning look, and she met me with a big smile. “Want to do it again?”

I saw something there that made me tremble inside. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the way my sister had touched my private place, but that look of hers touched me in a different way, making me eager to take what she had to give.

Putting the book down, I readied myself, took a deep breath and parted my legs.

Even before she touched me, I knew this time was going to be different. My heart was buoyant, lighter than air, and I didn’t even know why. Then her fingers were exploring my lightly-downed slit, and it felt amazing.

I struggled to maintain eye contact with my sister, awed by the tenderness I saw there, but the waves of pleasure that ebbed and flowed through me made it all but impossible to focus. I must have gasped or moaned, because she started hushing me, whispering things like, “Isn’t this good?” and, “It feels so much better when someone else does this for you, don’t you think?” and, “I love touching you this way, baby sister.” The uncertainty and confusion of our first time had vanished, and I yielded completely, gave myself over to her as she brought me to orgasm.

I don’t know what I said in those moments of helpless exhilaration, but I remember that my sister was cradling me to her as my consciousness gradually drifted back. I felt so content in her arms; at peace with everything.

She seemed so glad for me. Honestly, I’d never seen such joy in her smile.

Playfully rubbing her nose against mine, she murmured, “You liked it that time, didn’t you?”

I didn’t have to answer. My blissful expression said it all.

It wasn’t long before I was yearning to experience that piercing pleasure again. The next night, in fact. And I didn’t even have to tell my sister what I wanted. I just put down my book, and she glanced up at me. Without a word, she got up and came over to my bed. She knew. And in her eyes, I saw that same warmth she’d shown me the previous night. Without a word, she raised my nightshirt, pausing for a moment to look, then applied her fingers to me, toying with my slit until I came.

After that night, we shared that special time regularly. Sometimes I’d give her the look, sometimes her eyes met mine – but what followed was always the same. I’d stretch out on the bed, naked from the waist down, heart thumping as I waited for that sweet, sweet caress.

It wasn’t long before I got the idea of touching her the same way, feeling silly that it had taken so long for the notion to occur. I was awkward at first, but my sister was amazingly patient, gently showing me what she liked best. It made me happier than I can say to see her savoring those delectable sensations, knowing I was causing them. When she finally rolled over with a contented sigh and smiled at me, I was beside myself with happiness.

After that night, those special times became a frequent occurrence. We never teased one another. It went without saying that my sister and I always brought each other to orgasm as quickly and reliably as possible.

Having said that, I don’t think the orgasm itself was the most important thing to us — at least, it wasn’t for me. Rather, it was about the closeness we shared; a sweet secret that existed for us and no one else. A way for my sister and me to show love for one another without getting soppy about it. Despite the sexual nature of what we did in bed, we never thought of ourselves as lovers, just siblings who were closer than most. We never discussed it, but I know she felt the same.

If I asked to borrow a pen, or take a page of her notepaper, my sister would roll her eyes. When she chose to wear a low cut top to school, I’d tease her mercilessly about flashing her tits at the boys. If I asked for help with my homework, she’d throw a cushion at my head. In most respects, you see, we were perfectly normal sisters. But if either of us gave the other that yearning look, there was never any question of what happened next. It cut through everything.

Our private time was something solemn, a bond, an almost sacred duty. Never once did either of us show the least reluctance to indulge. In fact, sometimes my sister offered it to me when she sensed I was in need, and I did the same for her. Those moments of shared pleasure kept us on an even keel. Our sisterly relationship always had a rock-solid foundation to sustain it.

We weren’t avid socialites. We’d usually go out when invited, and more often than not, enjoyed ourselves when we did. Nor did we cling together. But later, once we were back home, that was our time.

I suppose that was our pattern: fiercely independent during the day, busy with our separate lives, our varied interests, our own circles of friends; but in our room it all fell away like discarded clothes, with that magical tenderness, that secret solidarity there to comfort and strengthen us.

Our parents were baffled by our insistence on continuing to share a bedroom. Once I started high school, Dad offered to fix up the spare room for me. “So you two can finally have your own space after all these years,” was how he put it. Imagine his and Mum’s astonishment when we both refused. My sister said, “She’s fine where she is,” I wholeheartedly agreed, and that’s the last we heard of it.

By the time I was fifteen, I’d never masturbated, save perhaps the odd experimental grope. Nor, I’m sure, did she. If either of us wanted it, we had only to exchange that special look.

But then my sister went away to college, and I was left alone. And when my time of longing came, and I glanced up to see her empty bed, it was like falling on a hard stone floor. I wanted her: I wanted her fingers, I wanted her face above mine, I wanted the scent of her skin, I wanted her tender, loving gaze. I wanted all of it. But she was miles and miles away.

I knew what to do, of course. I reached down and fingered my slit until I got off. But it wasn’t the same. That first night, I did it again and again and again, trying to find that same satisfaction, but to no avail. It must have been nearly dawn before I fell asleep, exhausted.

Of course, I was thrilled by my sister’s academic achievements. She was attending school on a full scholarship, and never failed to make the Dean’s list. I read her occasional letters over and over again, taking enormous pride at seeing her grow into a confident, assured woman, ready to take on the world. I knew my craving for her was pure selfishness, and it left me feeling ashamed.

I tried to extinguish that desperate hunger by repeated indulgence in self-induced pleasure. I went from being a complete novice at masturbation to a seasoned expert in less than two weeks. After a while, I began to feel a kind of rebellious thrill at my ability to bring myself to climax after climax. Even when I was still trembling with the aftershocks of the last, I’d be fondling myself, gently reawakening that lovely, seductive inner tickle that once begun, demands to be satisfied with yet another sweating, shivering finale of mindless, frenetic rubbing.

But I soon grew dissatisfied. Why was it that for years, my dear sister had been able to satisfy me with just a few light caresses? Yet there I was, burning up half the night engaged in relentless masturbation, driving my body, making myself sore… only to end up tired, angry with myself, angry with my sister, angry at the world. Something had to give.

For a while, I tried to deny myself. At night, I lay tossing and turning, refusing to acknowledge that deep-banked hunger. It was hopeless, but at least it kindled my imagination and helped me to think.

I began to dwell less on me and more on my sister. I pictured us lying together, playing together. I wondered if she thought of me as often as I thought of her.

I wanted to know what my sister saw in me. Stripping naked, I studied myself in the mirror, taking in the view of my bare body. I began to excite myself; seduce myself. Instead of furiously masturbating in bed, I began to stroke and tease my sex in front of the mirror, admiring what I saw, seeing who I was through her eyes. I liked watching myself climax. It was more final, more fulfilled, more self-accepting.

When my sister came home for Christmas break, I found out that she’d longed for our private time every bit as much as I had. Those intimate moments now came alive with a new intensity, and we went at each other like animals in heat. Like before, it never went further than mutual masturbation. That seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us, to leave certain lines uncrossed.

Deep inside, I wanted to do more than just touch, but that would be too much like sex. Whoever heard of sisters engaging in lesbian intimacy? At that age, I much preferred my imagination to pornography, so the concept of sex between female siblings simply didn’t register as a possibility. Let’s just say that I was far less worldly than I thought.

During my sister’s time away at school, my solitary exploration, borne out of desperation and necessity, had taught me a few things. Hitherto, I always got her off quickly and efficiently. Now I began to toy with her, deliberately setting out to drive her crazy before I let her come. The orgasms she had were beyond belief, reducing her to a quivering mess. Mind you, there was a purpose behind my teasing. When my sister returned to college, I wanted her to miss me more than ever.

It’s funny: however much my sister and I yearned for each other when we were apart, it was a subject we never discussed. When we were alone together, our eyes said everything that we needed to know.

But as time passed, she got more and more involved with her college friends. She began to date boys; even went steady with one for most of her junior year. Her letters home became fewer and further between, though we did continue to exchange phone calls.

As for me, I tentatively began to explore the idea of a relationship with someone other than my big sister. It took a couple of extremely awkward dates to convince me I had no interest in boys. Then I began to hang out with a cute, whip-smart punk girl who called herself Spike. We became fast friends — then after a few weeks, our friendship became something more.

We were hanging out by the swing set in a neighborhood park, sharing a bottle of schnapps I’d pilfered from the back of Dad’s liquor cabinet. It was late, no one was around, and that was when Spike kissed me. I was startled, but not for long. Soon we were making out, feeling each other up while we kissed over and over again.

I ended up taking her home with me and sneaking her into my room. Mom and Dad were always in bed and lost to the world by ten, so I wasn’t worried about them catching me in the act. We got naked, and I experienced full-on lesbian sex for the first time. She’d done it before, having realized her true sexuality early on. “I knew I was queer by the time I turned ten,” was how she put it.

Spike got me off first. She spent a good long while on my budding breasts, teasing the nipples with her mouth and fingers until I was ready to scream. It was no use trying to masturbate, either – every time I tried to reach between my legs, she gave my hand a sharp slap, cooing, “Naughty, naughty.”

I was on far more familiar ground when her fingers found my pussy, though she knew a few tricks my sister had yet to learn. But when Spike kissed a pathway down between my legs and put her hot, sucking mouth to the opening of my vagina… I nearly began to cry, it felt so lovely. She brought me to a rapturous orgasm, leaving me dazed and very, very content.

Once recovered, I was determined to give my friend the same pleasure she’d bestowed on me. Needless to say, Spike was happy to be of service, spreading out on my bed to offer me what she had.

What an experience! I had no idea what it would be like to go down on a girl, but from the very first lick, I was hooked on the scent, flavor and juiciness of pussy. Soon my face was dripping with Spike’s thick, warm essence, and she was pressing a throw pillow into her face to muffle her cries.

We had sex a few more times in the following weeks, but she was too much of a free spirit to confine herself to a single partner, and I thought of her as more of a friend anyhow. We still keep in touch; she changed her name back to Patti, became the manager of a local boutique and found love with a girl named Gina who, of all things, had been head cheerleader at my high school.

The pleasures I shared with Spike were more than enough to convince me I was a lesbian, and I quickly decided that life in the closet wasn’t for me. Coming out to Mom and Dad was awkward at first, but they couldn’t have been more supportive. My sister was just the same. “I get it, believe me,” she said when I phoned to tell her. “You’re too awesome to get stuck with a boy. Me, I’ve got lower standards.” She laughed when she said it, but I knew she’d been going through some stressful times with her boyfriend.

Once I was officially gay, I indulged in a bit of casual dating with a few queer or curious girls at my school. Nothing serious; some kissing and touching, occasional sex. One girl wanted a full-time relationship, but I wasn’t in a mood to settle down. That’s what I told myself, anyhow.

When my sister returned home for the summer, we resumed our private time, exchanging pleasure as if we’d never been apart. Now, though, there was a certain awkwardness lurking between us. Oh, we still did it, more often than ever: it was an unspoken necessity, and I know that in a way we were both glad for that shared foundation. But we were more distant in our everyday dealings, blushing whenever we found ourselves alone together, our conversations somehow tentative. We were like Christians who lost their faith, but still insisted on attending church every week.

But there lay the paradox: that awkwardness, that little tremor of uncertainty, seemed to make our intimate moments that much more exciting… and intense. In my determination to give her as much pleasure as she could possibly bear, I’d driven my sister to heights of ecstasy I’d never even dreamed possible. On one or two occasions, she fell on me afterward, kissing me like a lover, frantic with a kind of emotional overload. Sometimes I had to do her again right away, just to calm her down.

It’s strange, I know. She’d never kissed me like that before, just as we never needed to resort to words when we had our private time. Just a glance, a tender caress, and then down to business. I loved kissing her, but it still felt strange to do that with my own sister. Was she trying to tell me something?

A few months later, she met The Man… and before the year was out, they were engaged. That, for us, was the end of our secret games – or so I assumed.

Mom and Dad were overjoyed, of course. And by the time the wedding date was announced, I’d let go of my jealousy enough to be genuinely happy for her – for them, even. It was just a matter of putting my needs aside and focusing on my sister’s happiness.

I was pleased and very flattered when she asked me to be her bridesmaid, to help her choose the wedding gown, and even to help her dress on the Great Day. I think Mum was a bit put out by that last request, but she didn’t make a fuss. I must admit, it felt a little strange for me to be so intimate with my sister again, to be applying her makeup, doing her hair, fussing over her. It had been weeks since our last private time.

I’d just got her dressed, all perfect, in plenty of time. They’d done a lovely job with her hair. I’d just got the veil nicely pinned up when I glanced at her face in the mirror.

And there was that look.

“No!” I cried. “Are you crazy? We can’t, not now!”

And then my sister said it. She’d never asked out loud – at least, not since that very first time. “Please?” My God, the longing I saw in her eyes!

I was at once furious with her, completely melted by her desire, and more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. My sister needed me once more; wanted the closeness we’d shared so many times before. Perhaps it was her way of saying goodbye, of putting a seal on what we had before her new life began.

It was too tempting to resist, even if I’d possessed the strength to refuse. I unzipped her dress, and she shrugged out of it, kicked it away and tore her panties off. She looked positively luscious, standing there nude but for her bra and veil.

She went to lie down on the sofa, but I wouldn’t let her. That flawless hairdo would be ruined. Instead, I made her lean over the dressing table. Seeing her mostly naked made me want to finish the job, so I unhooked and removed her bra. There she was, flushed, panting, looking at me in the dressing-table mirror, her breasts dangling enticingly.

I did my sister from behind, my eyes locked with hers. I couldn’t help but gasp when I realized how wet she was – absolutely dripping! I pressed two fingers into her, and it felt like a kiss.

You have to understand that in all the times my sister and I touched each other, we’d never indulged in vaginal penetration. Just fondling and caresses, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm. Now I was fucking her, deftly working my fingers in and out, forward and back. What I noticed most was how easily she took me inside, her pussy welcoming my loving invasion.

I could have made her come in a minute or two, the way we usually did it. But this time, I was bound and determined to give my sister an experience she’d never, ever forget.

During my long nocturnal experiments with self-pleasure while my sister was away, I discovered this certain place in my vagina where you can tickle and tease yourself for long stretches of time. And although it doesn’t make you come quickly, it does send your body drifting off into this warm, delicious emptiness. And once you’ve pleasured yourself that way long enough, you can go off in an orgasm for the ages, one that seems to last for an eternity. It requires patience and stamina, but the payoff is worth it and then some.

That’s what I chose to do to her.

After about five minutes, Mom was banging on the door. “What’s taking you two so long? Our limousine is waiting!”

“We’re nearly done,” I cheerfully lied. I didn’t even slow my movements. I was still being gentle, fucking my sister with unimaginable tenderness, the fire inside her rising by degrees. She was swaying, eyes closed, floating in that blissful limbo. The calm before the storm.

“Oh, God!” my sister gasped in her delirium, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Luckily, Mom didn’t hear her. “Well, get a move on, all right? We’ve got a wedding to get to!”

“No kidding,” I muttered as our mother stomped away. My arm was still moving, my sister just starting to moan. Getting closer…

She came a couple of minutes later. When it finally hit, I thought she was going to wreck the room. As it was, she knocked a lot of her things off the dressing table. I’ve never seen her go off like that before. It was almost frightening. But then she let out this lovely, lovely sigh, trembling as if she had a fever.

That’s when something strange came over me and I found myself kissing her from behind, raining kisses on her ass, her back, anywhere I could reach. I was a woman possessed, craving my sister like never before. I spun her around, pushed her against the table and plunged my face between her thighs to lick her sweet, juicy cunt. Never mind that I’d spent half an hour painstakingly applying makeup — I had to do this for her. Had to.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, lick me!”

I went down on my sister with more passion than I’d ever shown any other girl. She came quickly, then tugged me up to face her, where we shared a deep, passionate kiss.

“That was beautiful,” she whispered. “God, I love you.”

I had to give her a wipe with a wet-nap, then myself – she’d come all over my face. While I got her back into the gown, she was dazed, like a roused sleepwalker, meekly allowing me to dress her. I took a moment to hastily fix my makeup, then led my sister out to face the world. She didn’t really come to herself until we were in the Rolls. Then her eyes met mine, and we both blushed.

But I turned away, pretending to fiddle with my hair, refusing to look at her. It was my sister’s special day, she was more beautiful than words could express, and as for me… I was head over heels in love with her.

The realization hit me like a freight train. I’d never understood my true feelings, and now they seemed childishly obvious. If she looked into my eyes, she’d know, and I didn’t want that. I was a welter of confused emotions – happy for my sister, heartbroken for myself. How could I not have known? I wondered. It’s always been there, and I never saw it until now.

Somehow, I managed to get a grip on my feelings. Mustn’t be selfish. This is her day. Her happiness, that’s what matters. Finally, I managed to look up and give my sister a smile. “You look beautiful,” I whispered, touching her knee.

“Thanks,” she murmured, giving my hand a squeeze.

Just then, we were pulling into the chapel parking lot, so that’s where we left things. In mere minutes, she would be married, and a chapter of my life would come to a close.

Everyone was waiting, so we started the ceremony right away. And when my sister floated up the aisle, all rosy-cheeked, there was this lovely “aah” from everybody in the church. She was an angel, descended from paradise. All that anxiety, all those hours and hours of “will it ever happen?” and “how will it be when it happens?” melted away into a kind of lovely, floating serenity.

There was an instant as she reached the altar step where my sister glanced at me – a special smile on her lips, a hint of pink in her cheeks. Her look made me weak inside. When she said, “I will,” it came out in this funny, far-away tone, as if her mind was elsewhere. I don’t know what, if anything, was going on in her mind, but the deed was done. My sister was married. The Man looked so proud! And she was just glowing. I hated to admit it, but they looked wonderful together.

The reception was something of a trial for me. What with Mom weeping, Dad slapping perfect strangers on the back, and that shiny-haired young man I told you about earlier, I was ready to bite someone’s head off.

At the same time I was fighting to keep my emotions bottled up, grappling with these unexpected, yet oddly familiar feelings for my sister. I’m in love with her. My mind kept saying it, and I kept telling my mind to shut the hell up. I just had to hold it together until we got back home, and I could creep off to my room for a good cry.

I’d just fended off the attention of yet another young man, this one a frat boy with a crewcut, when my sister grasped my arm. “There you are!” she exclaimed. A lock or her hair was askew, and it managed to make her even lovelier. “I’ve been looking for you. Come with me.” She seized my hand, then led me into a nearby corridor, moving briskly.

“Wh-where are we going?” I asked, confused.

“Shhh. You’ll see,” was all she said.

We came to a large metal door. She opened it, then guided me through and down a staircase, her hand still clutching mine, as if she thought I might try to get away.

Another door a flight down led to a much smaller hallway. By then, I was utterly bewildered, but meekly allowed myself to be led. Grasping a doorknob, she hustled us into a darkened room.

What the…? It was a small bathroom, nothing there but a sink and a toilet. She shut and locked the door while I waited for an explanation. This better be good, I thought.

Oh, it was. Without a word, my sister took me in her arms, claiming my mouth in a deep lover’s kiss. I gave a tiny squeak of surprise, then responded, melting into her sweet embrace.

We kissed for a long time. Nothing else existed; the rest of the world forgotten for the moment. Her tongue engaged mine, drawing it into a lewd dance. Her hands slid down my back until she was cupping my ass, groping it in a most unsisterly way.

Abruptly breaking away, my sister knelt before me, reaching up under my gown to grasp the waistband of my sodden panties, impatiently yanking them down, then she took a handful of the skirt and raised it, exposing my vulva. “Here, hold this up,” she said.

“You – you shouldn’t!” I stammered, though it didn’t stop me from doing as she said.

“Oh, yes, I should. No way am I gonna leave you like this,” she said, tracing my slit with a finger. “God, you’re sooo fucking wet. I knew you would be.” She flashed me a bad-girl smile. “Now, baby sister… tell me to eat your cunt.”

That threw me for a loop. “I – I, um…” See, I’d never been one for using swear words in those days. That kind of thing seemed so vulgar to me – like playing beer pong, or wearing Daisy Dukes.

My sister’s sapphire-blue eyes transfixed me. “Say the words, and I’ll do it.” Her finger paused, resting lightly on my clitoris.

I was trembling like a leaf in a breeze, knowing this was crossing a line. Half an hour earlier, my sister was a free agent. Now she was a married woman, offering to go down on me? And yet I wanted this, oh my God, I wanted it more than anything in the world.

Putting an exclamation mark on my frantic longing, she teased my clit with the lightest of caresses – and it reverberated through my body with the force of a hurricane.

I wanted to scream. Instead, I clapped a hand over my mouth until the moment passed, then mumbled, “Eat my cunt.”

My sister held a hand to her ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

“Stop… messing with me!” I blurted. “Eat my cunt, you fucking bitch!”

She looked so amused that I wanted to smack her face. Actually, I wanted to smack it anyway. Luckily for her, she said, “Happy to,” and buried her mouth in my throbbing pussy, seeking and finding entrance with a probing tongue.

“Oh, God,” I whispered as my sister ate me. “Oh God oh God oh God…”

It was incredible. By then, I’d had oral from at least half a dozen girls, but never like this. My sister was writing a love poem on my body, transformed into beautiful music accentuated by the cries and whimpers that spilled from my lips.

I was already so aroused that she had me coming before a minute had passed. I’m sure my nails were biting into her scalp as the storm raged inside me, but my sister didn’t stop; didn’t even pause until I was left a quivering wreck, barely able to stay on my feet.

She bid farewell to my mons with a tender kiss. “God, your pussy tastes so good,” she murmured, then rose to embrace me. Her mouth was smeared with my essence, and she fed it to me with her tongue.

I could have kissed my sister for hours, but we had a wedding reception to get back to. Not to mention Mom and Dad, who were probably scouring the place for us at that very moment.

“We need to go–” I began, but my sister cut me off.

“Listen to me,” she said, her eyes burning into mine. “We’re not done here.”

I could only stare. What was she getting at?

“I might be married now,” she continued, “but I have no intention of giving this up. What we have. You and me, baby sister. For always.”

Once again, she kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips, then broke away just as abruptly.

“I’ll be a good wife,” she continued. “I’ll make him happy. But you, my sweet, wonderful sister… it’s you I really love. I’m just sorry… well, that it took me so damned long to figure out.”

I stared at her, baffled. Surely she couldn’t mean…

“Wh-what are you saying?” I stammered, my heart thudding helplessly.

Her smile could have illuminated the Eastern seaboard. “We’re more than just sisters, you and me. It’s been that way for ages, only we didn’t see it. You’re in love with me, and I am with you. Don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong, ‘cause we both know I’m not.”

What could I say? She was right. I’d known my true feelings for her before she led me down to this closet bathroom for a hurried fuck. And she felt the same way!

“You’re n-not wrong,” I mumbled, dizzy from the sheer enormity of this moment. “I – I am in love with you!” Then I began to cry.

My sister held me to her as I wept, whispering sweet words to soothe me. Then she outlined her plans for the two of us. As it happened, her new husband would be leaving on a business trip the day after they returned from their honeymoon. “You’re gonna spend that night with me,” she said. “We’ll make love for real. And then… we’re gonna fuck.”

Silly me – I nearly asked her what the difference was. I knew, though, and picturing it made me tremble inside.

“But you’re married now,” I protested. “I mean, won’t it be weird, cheating on him with your own sister?”

“Not at all,” she said. “My husband and I have an arrangement. He’s gonna be on the road for the company two-thirds of the year, so he’s allowed to, um, take care of his needs.” She grinned. “As am I.”

My mouth dropped. “Seriously?” I admit it; that shocked me.

My sister shrugged. “C’mon, the guy’s been a ladies’ man ever since he hit puberty. There’s no goddamn way he could keep it in his pants for weeks at a time. This keeps things honest between us. We both get what we want… and what I want is my sexy little sis.”

She drew in to nuzzle my neck, then hastened to add, “Not to worry; he doesn’t know about you. Far as my hubby’s concerned, I’m one hundred percent straight. Don’t want him trying to get us both in bed.”

“Ooh, ick!” It just slipped out.

We shared a laugh, then our eyes met again – and I felt their pull, drawing me in. “So, you’ve been awful quiet, sister mine,” she said. “What do you think? We gonna do this?”

If this had been a movie, that’s when the strings would swell on the soundtrack as I pondered my future, weighing the pros and cons of becoming my sister’s lover. Of course, we’d also have been outdoors on the lawn, our bodies limned by the mellow autumn moon – not in a tiny bathroom reeking of disinfectant and pussy, under a buzzing fluorescent light with my panties on the floor.

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” I told her. “I want this. I want you.” And this time, it was my turn to initiate the kiss. It was soft, deep and smoldering with desire.

Finally, she broke away. “Okay, now we really have to get back. Mom and Dad are probably about to file a Missing Persons report.”

I bent to retrieve my panties, but my sister snatched them up first. “I’ll hang on to these,” she murmured. “Mmmm, still damp. Something to remember you by while I’m away.” She slipped them into the sleeve of her bridal gown.

We tidied ourselves up at the sink, taking turns washing our faces, then applying fresh lipstick. I fished a box of Tic-Tacs out of my purse for our breath. Exchanging smiles, we made a quick exit and hastened back upstairs to rejoin the festivities.

As it turned out, our parents weren’t freaking out at all. Dad was out back, puffing on a cigar and talking football with the groom’s father, and all we got from Mom was, “Oh, where’d you go, sweetie? Aunt Natalie wanted to take a picture…” Then she got all choked up again.

My sister scowled at me when I silently withdrew, giving her a playful wink as I made my escape.

I didn’t get any more time alone with her that day. She and The Man had a plane to catch, jetting to Ibiza for the honeymoon. She caught my eye just before climbing in the car, flashing me a smile that spoke volumes.

It was almost painful to see them drive away, the words JUST MARRIED emblazoned on the car in white shoe polish, my body already aching for more of her.

Once we’d trudged back indoors to polish off the last of the champagne, things got a little easier. I had a bit to drink, but not too much. I didn’t want to lose my dignity. Unfortunately, Mom made up for my restraint and then some with this overblown display of cheer – talking, talking, talking loudly to anyone who would listen about “my baby girl,” then lapsing into tears again. Spare me.

The event wound down about an hour later. Dad tipped what members of the staff he could find, and he and I got Mom bundled into the car before she could drag Dad back onto the dance floor again when the DJ spun some old disco record she liked.

We got home at about six-thirty. By then, the happy couple was on a plane crossing the Atlantic. In a few hours, they’d be tucked up in their hotel room, with The Man about to have the time of his life. Huh.

As for me, I made my excuses and retreated to my room, where I tore off my clothes, stretched out on the bed and fingered myself to at least three massive orgasms. Now I’m lying here, naked, glowing, my mind abuzz with excitement.

The day before, I thought the relationship I had with my sister was changed forever, the last chapter of a closed book. Now I know that will never happen. We need it too much – the pleasure, the joy, the love we share. No man on earth can drive that need away.

I will continue to seek out sex with other women, of course. Perhaps one day I’ll find a lover who will mean more to me than the occasional friendly hookup, and we’ll enter into a steady relationship. Never say never, that’s my motto. But what my sister and I have will also be there.

She and I will meet, and exchange pleasantries, bringing each other up to speed with the details of our lives. But then, perhaps after a drink or two, one of us will give the other a certain look. And when that happens, I will be ready to love her again.

I’ll come to her, our mouths will drift together, and we will kiss. Gently at first, then our lips part, our tongues meet. My hand finds its way beneath her skirt to find her pussy, uncovered, moist and ready for me. I penetrate her easily, my fingers slipping into her like a knife into warm butter. And I’ll whisper into my sister’s ear, “I want you.”

She moans, scissoring my nipple between her fingers. A sharp jolt of ecstasy reverberates through me; a cry breaks from my lips.

Then we will stand, link hands and wander to the bedroom. The afternoon is ours, and we have all the time in the world.

My sister and I will undress each other, then come together in a ravenous kiss. We will slip into bed together and join our bodies in carnal abandon, making love over and over again.

And she will know true passion in my arms. Her husband may have my sister’s hand, but I will have her heart, her soul, her being.

The End