Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

“Morning, Gabby.” Jan called out from the living room entrance.

“Hiya, Aunt Jan!” Gabby replied from the family room couch. She was seated with her feet propped up on the coffee table, watching a cartoon on TV.

A dazed Jan paused to study the girl. Even though she’d seen her nine-year-old niece naked and having lesbian sex with her big sister mere moments ago, nothing about Gabby made her seem like anything but an innocent child.

It’s because the things she’s doing with Kelly don’t seem dirty to her, Jan decided. To her, sex is more like a fun game… a game you play with people you love. So she really is innocent, God, I hope she manages to hold onto that way of thinking when she grows up. 

The freshly scrubbed girl was dressed in pink sweatpants, a too-large green t-shirt and heavy gray socks. The overcast sky from earlier in the morning had darkened, bringing on a burst of heavy rain in its wake. Jan had closed the windows on her way downstairs, so the house was quiet and comfortable.

When Jan entered the kitchen, Kelly poured a hot cup of coffee for her. Gabby’s big sister also looked fresh and clean. She wore a dark blue sundress that went down to her ankles and appeared to be a little big on her.

Since they were out of Gabby’s view, Kelly went up on tiptoe to give her aunt a hot, juicy kiss. Their tongues met and mingled briefly, then Kelly gently broke away. “I love you, Aunt Jan,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Jan said, feeling a rush of lightheadedness as she took a seat at the table, reaching for her cup. After a lovely hot shower, she’d dressed in comfortable jeans and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. Underneath, she wore a sexy red bra and matching panties, assuming that Kelly, at least, would see them later. Maybe Gabby, too, she thought, shivering inside at the idea of making love to both her nieces. Kelly swore she would make that happen.

“You look good, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said. “Those jeans really show your ass off.” She covered Jan’s hand with hers. “How do you feel?”

Jan set her mug down smiling. “I feel marvelous. Last night was the best sex I’ve had in ages… and this morning was the icing on the cake.”

“I loved it too,” Kelly said. “And we’re not done yet. The day’s just getting started.” With a knowing wink, she left the kitchen.

Taking a sip of coffee, Jan reflected on this turn of events.

It’s so odd. I fucked Kelly, and it almost seems like a dream. But this morning, I watched her go down on her sister right here where I’m sitting, then Gabby returned the favor. The whole damn scenario is crazy… Why, then, does it seem perfectly normal to the girls?

It’s Kelly, Jan thought, answering her own question. She’s drawing all of us into her world – this magical place where sex with young girls is perfectly fine, even if they’re part of your family. She recruited her little sister, then she brought me into it… Next thing, she’ll be going after Linda. Can Kelly get her own mother into bed? After last night, I sure as hell wouldn’t bet against her! 

Jan made herself buttered toast, had a second cup of coffee, then went upstairs to brush her teeth. When she came back down, Kelly was washing the dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jan told her niece. “You’re on vacation here.”

“Thanks, Aunt Jan.” Kelly replied. “That doesn’t mean I can’t show my gratitude.” Putting the last dish away, she came over to her aunt for a hug.

As they embraced, the girl murmured, “Know what I really want to do to thank you, Aunt Jan? Make you come again.”

“M-maybe later.” Jan said, once more struggling to keep her cool. “Let’s check up on your sister.”

Gabby had turned off the TV. Now she was lying on the couch, glumly staring out at the rain.

Jan gave her nine-year-old niece a peck on the cheek “What would you like to do today, kiddo?”

Gabby sighed. “I dunno. Guess we won’t be swimming, anyhow.”

“No. But if you girls want to go to a movie or shopping or whatever, we could.”

“Aw, I feel lazy,” Gabby said. “Can we just hang out here?”

“Sure. How about you, Kelly?”

Kelly nodded. “That’s fine with me.”

They indulged in idle chat for a while, then Jan dug some old board games out of the hallway closet. Their energy seemed to renew itself when Kelly and Gabby got into a round of Twister, with Jan spinning the wheel and telling them where to place their hands and feet.

Jan was becoming aroused all over again as she watched her nieces twist and turn, stretch and fall over. Gabby’s t-shirt was much too large for her, so every time she bent down in Jan’s direction, her bare chest could easily be seen… and when she bent the other way, the child’s bottom was clearly outlined through her snug sweats.

Is Gabby even wearing panties? Jan wondered.

Meanwhile, Kelly’s sundress displayed her legs to impressive effect, leading Jan to wonder if she, too, had chosen to go bare underneath.

After one last game, the girls collapsed on each other, laughing and out of breath. Jan’s pulse was racing – when Kelly fell, her skirt had flipped up just enough to briefly expose her bare slit.

God, I already want her again, Jan thought. What would Gabby do if I laid Kelly down right there on the floor, pulled up that cute skirt and started licking her cunt? She pictured the nine-year-old squirming out of her t-shirt and sweats, then gleefully straddling her big sister’s face.

“One more game.” Gabby begged.

“No. I’m done,” Kelly said. “Aunt Jan, why don’t you take my place?”

It was too tempting an offer for Jan to refuse, so she joined Gabby on the floor while Kelly took over on the spinner. It was lovely, being in such close proximity with her nine-year-old niece. Just the scent of the girl made her lightheaded.

As they played, Jan began to wonder if Kelly was reading the correct moves when she spun the wheel. She couldn’t help but notice that they kept ending up in positions where her face was inches away from Gabby’s groin or bottom.

Finally, Jan ended up in a pose where she tottered for a moment, then fell over. Immediately leaping to her feet, Gabby yelled, “I’m the Twister champion!”

“Okay, champ,” Jan said, “What do you want for lunch?”

“Can we order Chinese again?” Gabby asked.

“I was going to say that, too,” Kelly chimed in.

Jan nodded. “I’ll get the menu.”

After everyone made their selections, Jan wandered off as she phoned the order in.

Once they were alone, Kelly turned to her sister. “Did you stick your finger in your butt when you took your shower?”

“Yeah,” Gabby replied, blushing a bit. “I got my finger all soapy and pushed it in there, just like you told me. It felt weird… but cool, too. That’s a sex thing, huh?”

“Sure is. We haven’t done butt sex yet.” Making sure Jan was out of earshot, she added, “Just wait till I put a finger in your butt while I lick your pussy. It’ll make you come so hard, you’ll pee yourself!”

Kelly gave her sister a fast peck on the lips just before Jan returned to the room to announce, “The food will be here in twenty minutes. You girls wash up while I set the table.”

As she lay out the plates and cutlery, Jan felt a stirring inside that made her pussy throb. Her panties were damp, her bra annoyingly confining.

Well, I can do something about that. Reaching into her top, Jan deftly unhooked and removed her bra. She heard the girls coming, glanced around, and hastily opened the microwave. Thrusting the bra inside, she closed the door an instant before Kelly and Gabby entered.

It only took a few seconds before Kelly noticed Jan’s breasts bouncing beneath her top. Tapping her sister’s shoulder, she nodded toward their aunt, mouthing Look! Gabby glanced Jan’s way, breaking into a huge grin at the sight.

Just then the doorbell rang. Jan had entrusted Gabby with the money, and she raced to the front door to pay the delivery girl, then fetch the food to the dining room.

All three of them ate their fill, and after cleaning up afterwards they moved to the family room. By then, Jan’s nipples were visibly erect, and the girls couldn’t help but steal glances at their aunt’s chest.

Finally, Kelly pointed at Jan’s breasts. “Hey, Aunt Jan… how about turning off the high beams on those headlights?” That made Gabby giggle.

Jan said, “Sorry, girls… they’re stuck on high.” She was laughing too.

Suddenly Kelly asked, “Can we touch them, Aunt Jan?”

“Kelly!” Gabby gasped, horrified that her sister would say something like that to an adult.

But Jan merely smiled. “I guess you can… long as it’s just between us.”

The girls exchanged a quick glance, Gabby’s eyes wide in astonishment. “Okay,” said Kelly, turning back to her aunt. “We won’t tell anybody.” She took a step toward Jan.

“But wait… what do I get in return?” Jan asked, teasingly folding both arms over her chest.

“You… you can watch us kiss!” Gabby blurted.

Kelly was delighted with her sister’s suggestion, while Gabby seemed surprised to have made it in the first place.

Jan nodded. “That seems fair.” The girls approached, but she said, “No, you two kiss first… then you can touch me.”

The sisters turned to face one another. “I love you, Gabs,” Kelly breathed.

“I… I love you, Kel,” said Gabby. They slowly moved together until their lips met in a lingering kiss. Then Kelly’s tongue emerged, and Gabby was quick to respond.

Now Jan was watching her nieces kiss like passionate lovers. A moan escaped her lips as she saw Kelly reach down to grasp her little sister’s bottom, tenderly cupping the soft globes through Gabby’s sweatpants.

Jan began to wonder if the girls had forgotten her as the kiss went on and on, their tongues flickering back and forth. Not that she minded. The sight of two underage sisters making out was thrilling enough to sustain her.

Finally, though, the girls did break apart. They turned their heads to gaze at their aunt, giving Jan a look that turned her into a hot mess inside. Oh, God, this is really happening, she told herself. I’m going to fuck them both.

Hand in hand, the sisters made their way over to Jan’s chair. Without a word, Kelly perched on the arm of the chair, while Gabby climbed into Jan’s lap.

Kelly placed a hand on her aunt’s left breast, feeling it like she was checking a melon at the market. Her fingers found the stiff nipple and gave it a playful tweak.

Following her sister’s lead, Gabby began to caress Jan’s other breast, enthralled by its roundness and heft.

Jan was melting inside, overwhelmed by the attention lavished on her. For ages, she’d indulged in sexual fantasies of young girls. Now she was on the verge of realizing this hidden desire with her own nieces, which made the scenario even more exciting. I’m such a fucking pervert, she told herself. But right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then Jan’s phone rang.

They all jumped – then shared a sheepish laugh as Jan plucked her phone from the end table. Glancing at the caller ID, Jan took a deep breath to compose herself before she answered.

“Hi, Linda.” Jan said. “How’s the spa life treating you?”

The girls watched Jan nod as she spoke to their mother, mostly saying ‘yes’, ‘sure’, and ‘that’s great’.

“Yes, they’re right here – hang on.” Jan said into the phone, then told the girls, “Your Mom wants to say hello.”

Taking the phone first, Gabby chatted with Linda, telling her about swimming the day before, going out for dinner, what she’d eaten, the weather that day, and playing Twister. Eventually, she said, “Okay, then. Bye, Mom – love you!” and passed the phone along to Kelly.

“Hello, Mother.” Kelly said. “Yes, I’m behaving.” Kelly listened, then said, “I miss you too. Yes, Mother, I’ll do what Aunt Jan tells me to. Okay, hang on.” She handed the phone back to her aunt.

As Jan chatted with her younger sister, Kelly took Gabby back to the couch. Stretching out with her sister on top, Kelly kissed Gabby with a fervor that had Jan stumbling over her words as she struggled to hold up her end of the conversation with Linda. It wasn’t easy, though… and Kelly wasn’t helping by sliding both hands into Gabby’s sweatpants, groping her little sister’s bare bottom.

Impatient to get back to their fun and games, she tried to wrap up the call. “I’m glad you’re having a great time, Linda, I said you would. Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow. Bye now, love you too,” Jan said, then ended the call. “Now,” she murmured, “where were we?”

“Hey, Aunt Jan,” Gabby said, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, “Mom said we have to do whatever you tell us to, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Jan replied, wondering what was on the nine-year-old’s mind.

“Okay, then… tell Kelly to take her dress off.”

“You little rat!” Kelly retorted, pretending to be upset at her sister. Of course, she was anything but. “Aunt Jan, you wouldn’t make me do that… would you?”

Outside, the rain had begun to pour again. I’ve had sex with Kelly twice now, Jan thought. I’ve seen Gabby and Kelly fuck. They’ll be gone tomorrow. They want this as much as I do.

Jan gave her niece a stern look, “Kelly… stand up and take off your dress. Right now.”

Gabby was beside herself with excitement. I bet Kelly isn’t wearing a thing under that dress. Hmmm… maybe Aunt Jan’s will tell me to take MY clothes off next. Wow, this is totally, totally awesome!

Kelly stood up, saying, “Aw, do I have to?”

Jan played along, “Yes, young lady. You told your mother you’d obey me. Now… off with that dress!”

The room fell silent as Kelly nudged one strap off her shoulder, then the other. She gave a little shrug and the dress skimmed down her body to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood nude before her aunt and sister.

For a moment, the woman and the child savored their view of the eleven-year-old girl, even though they’d both seen her naked before. Kelly was exquisite. Her hazel eyes and long sandy hair, the just budding breasts, the smooth cleft of her slit, her pert little bottom and slender legs.

Gabby’s head swam. That warm tingly feeling was back between her legs again as she stared at her big sister, now standing naked in front of her and Aunt Jan.

“You didn’t wear anything under that dress?” Jan asked, shaking her head.

“Does that bother you…?” Kelly asked, clearly amused.

“Not me!” Gabby exclaimed.

“What about you, young lady?” Jan continued, turning to Gabby. “Do you have anything on under those sweatpants?”

“Um, no.” Gabby’s cheeks were now a bright pink.

Jan wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. “Then you have to take your clothes off.” Gabby hesitated, so Jan added, “If you girls want to touch my breasts again, you’ve both got to be naked.”

Gabby reached for the hem of her t-shirt, took hold of it… then hesitated. She really did want to undress, but felt shy about her immature body.

“Let me help,” Kelly said. She briskly tugged her sister’s shirt up and off, tossing it on the sofa. Gabby was now topless, her tiny pink nipples already erect.

All the while, Kelly maintained eye contact with her aunt, as if asking, Is this what you want? This sweet little girl, eager to be kissed, touched, loved. Waiting for you, Aunt Jan. For you.

Deciding to kick things up a notch, Jan took off her own shirt, baring her upper half. She began to play with her tits, plucking at each nipple in turn. Gabby began to copy her aunt, fondling her own flat chest.

Kelly had other fish to fry. As her sister and aunt watched each other engage in breast play, she knelt next to Gabby, slipping her fingers in the waistband of the girl’s pink sweatpants, then slowly pulling them down.

When they ringed Gabby’s ankles, the nine-year-old put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder as she stepped out of them. Both girls turned to face Jan, who moaned, losing herself in the beauty of her naked nieces.

Jan marveled at Gabby’s body – so thin, yet so intensely erotic. Every part of her was lovely – the flat chest, candy-like nipples, firm tummy, long coltish legs, the baby-smooth vulva. The short dark hair, the bangs that weren’t quite long enough to conceal her lashes and big blue eyes.

“Come back over here, you two… let’s touch each other some more.” Jan managed to say. Her body was throbbing like a V-8 engine, her panties a steaming swamp.

The girls took their previous positions. From Jan’s lap. Gabby watched Kelly bend to take a nipple into her mouth. Jan offered the other breast to Gabby who, taking her sister’s lead, closed her lips around the swollen tip.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, Gabby,” Jan murmured. “Suck harder… you can even bite it if you like.”

The lavish attention her breasts were receiving soon had Jan squirming in her seat. It was lovely, but she needed more, much more. It’s time to make this little fantasy real.

Straightening in her chair, she said, “Let’s go up to my bedroom, girls. That is, if you want to.”

“I’m in!” Kelly exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “What about you, little sister?”

“Totally!” Gabby squealed, climbing out of Jan’s lap. “But, um, Aunt Jan… can you do something first?”

“What’s that?”

“Take your pants off. I wanna see you bare naked, too.”

Jan slowly rose from her chair. Smiling at the girls, she undid her jeans and pushed them down, along with her red panties. Withdrawing one foot, then the other, she stood with hands on hips, legs slightly spread to display her shaved vulva.

Gabby gawked at her aunt. “Oh, wow,” she whispered.

She’s never seen a grown woman naked, Kelly realized. At least, not since she started fooling around with girls.

Jan extended a hand to each of her nieces. “Let’s go.”

Leading Kelly and Gabby to the stairway, she told them, “You two go ahead… I want to see those yummy bottoms going up the stairs.”

As Jan watched the girls advance upward, she noticed them making their movements as sexy as possible, their bare butts jiggling and swaying with every step.

I don’t even care if I go to prison for this. Even if it all goes to hell, I’ll have tasted paradise licking the pussies of my beautiful nieces. She smiled. If my sister isn’t ready for us to be lovers again, I’ll settle for fucking her daughters.

Impatient for the fun to begin, Jan followed the girls up the stairs, lightheaded with lust. The sight of Gabby’s bare buttocks had her cunt leaking like a dripping faucet.

So beautiful. She shook her head, musing on the path she’d chosen. It’s completely crazy. I’m risking everything I’ve spent my life working for, and I don’t even care. Well, maybe I do… but this is worth the risk, damn it.

As if to put a final stamp on her decision, Jan stopped the girls at the top of the stairs. Kneeling behind them, she gave each a playful love bite on the bottom. That made Gabby and Kelly giggle.

Guiding them into her bedroom, Jan stood between her nieces before the large floor length mirror. With a hand on each girl’s shoulder, she said, “Look at yourselves and each other. See how beautiful you are.”

Gabby gazed into the glass, enthralled by the sight of her nude sister and aunt, their bare bodies framing hers.

“You’re the beautiful one, Aunt Jan.” Gabby said. She was intrigued that her aunt didn’t have any hair around her pussy, but chose not to ask why. Then there was her sister, whose mound was also beautifully bare. “You too, Kelly.”

Tousling the nine-year-old’s hair, Jan said, “Thanks, cutie. Now, let’s just stand here for a moment and touch ourselves.”

In the reflection of the looking glass, Gabby watched as Jan slipped a hand between her legs and began to masturbate. A moment later, Kelly began to do the same. Gabby rubbed herself without even thinking about it as she watched her aunt and sister.

Holy fuck! Jan thought to herself. Look at them, watching me rub off. And I love seeing them do it. I could come at any moment, just from this.

Jan’s train of thought was interrupted by little Gabby, who was asking, “Aunt Jan? Can we suck your nipples some more?”

Before Jan could reply, Kelly said, “That’s a great idea. I mean this is cool, but yeah, let’s get on the bed and start fucking!”

Jan led the way. She positioned herself in the center, leaning back against the headboard. On their hands and knees, Gabby and Kelly moved to either side of their aunt, each taking a nipple into their mouths to suck.

Putting a hand between each of the girls’ thighs, Jan played with their smooth slits, shivering with pleasure as she felt them grow increasingly wet.

After a moment, Kelly stretched herself out between Jan’s legs. Placing both hands on the woman’s thighs, she extended her tongue to swipe the length of her aunt’s cunt.

Wow, Gabby thought. Kelly’s licking her down there, just like she did to me. She was absentmindedly caressing her aunt’s breasts, absorbed by the sight of her sister performing oral sex.

Noticing the younger girl’s interest, Jan moaned, “Keep g-going, Kelly. I want Gabby to see me come all over your face.” She gave her niece a shaky smile. “Take a good look, Gabby… Ohhhhh yes, watch your sister while she eats my pussy!”

Stretching on the bed alongside her sister, Gabby had an up-close view of the action. Aunt Jan’s kitty was wet and juicy as a ripe orange, and it smelled incredible. I want to lick her, too! she thought. Wonder if she tastes as good as Kelly?

All of a sudden, Aunt Jan began to come. Gabby was spellbound as Jan jerked and twitched and howled dirty words, while Kelly sucked and slurped at the dripping pink slit.

When Jan relaxed with a blissful sigh, Kelly crawled into the woman’s arms, where they shared deep, lustful kisses. Gabby saw Aunt Jan licking her flavor from Kelly’s lips, a sight that made the nine-year-old feel a little jealous. When do I get a taste? she wondered.

At long last, the two lovers broke their kiss. Kelly looked up, smiling at her sister. “What did you think of that, Gabby? Did you enjoy watching us?”

Gabby nodded. “Yeah. Totally.”

“Cool.” Kelly said, “Now watch her eat me.”

Kelly moved to straddle her aunt’s face, then lowered her puffy slit to Jan’s mouth.

Gabby absently began to touch herself as she watched Kelly riding Jan’s tongue, moaning, “That’s right, Aunt Jan. Ohhh, yes. Lick my cunt. Make me come in your mouth. Fuck, that feels so good!”

The sisters’ eyes met. Gabby was masturbating while she took in the lewd display.

“That’s it, baby sister – touch yourself.” Kelly said. “If you can, try to come when I do.” She looked back down at her aunt. “Yeah, get your tongue up there. Oh, fuck yeah, lick my clit. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Gabby was mesmerized by Kelly’s dirty talk, and seeing her naked sister perched on the face of her equally nude aunt’s face was enough to spur the nine-year-old to the edge of climax.

“Fuck yeah!” Kelly blurted, staring at her little sister, “Come with me, Gabby, it’s – it’s happening. Oh God, here it is. I’m coming, Jan, c-coming on your face…!”

As Kelly’s orgasm washed over her, she fought the urge to close her eyes. Instead, she watched Gabby as the younger girl cried out in ecstasy, enjoying her own orgasm.

Once their ecstasy had crested and waned, the sisters lay back down, one on either side of their Aunt Jan. Snuggling close, they relaxed in the cozy afterglow.

Gabby was the first to speak, turning on her side to face Jan. “That was so much fun! I love you guys.”

“Love you too,” Kelly murmured. “Was it more fun than you, me and Pam when we did it that one time?”

Jan listened intently, feeling her passion begin to slowly simmer again. Gabby was silent for a moment as she pondered her sister’s question, then replied, “Well, that was fun, too… but it’s even better with a grownup. ‘Specially with Aunt Jan. I like that we’re family. That makes it extra nice somehow.” She giggled. “Naughtier, too. ‘Cause you’re not ‘sposed to be doing sex stuff with your sister or your aunt, huh?” Pausing, she then added. “Wonder if Mom would ever do it with us? Huh – wouldn’t that be cool!”

Jan and Kelly exchanged a quick look, sharing the same thought: should we tell her?

Remembering the sex she’d shared so long ago with her sister – when she was just a year or two older than Kelly, Jan reminded herself – had her motor purring all over again. Taking hold of Gabby, Jan pulled the girl on top of her. They kissed, Gabby immediately matching her aunt’s passion.

When they broke apart, Kelly was quick to respond, moving in to tongue-fuck her baby sister’s mouth. As the girls kissed, Jan sighed, “Oh, girls… I love you both so much.”

“We love you, Aunt Jan!” said Gabby, sitting up. “Now what? I mean, can we do more sexy stuff? Can we? I mean, no one’s licked my pussy yet!”

“Sure, I’m up more more,” Kelly answered. “Um, Aunt Jan? Can I say what happens next?”

“You want to direct the action? Fair enough. Okay – show us what you got!”

“Cool!” Kelly exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “Get on your hands and knees, Gabby.”

Gabby quickly obeyed, facing toward the foot of the bed on all fours. Her taut bottom was sticking out, her knees spread apart. Kelly savored the expression on her aunt’s face as Jan stared at Gabby’s holes: the plumb glistening vulva, parted just enough to show the hot pink inside, then the tight pink pucker of her anus.

“My God,” Jan whispered. “So, so lovely.”

Gabby looked back over her shoulder. “What now?”

Taking a pillow, Kelly placed it in front of her little sister. “Here, put your head on this and keep your butt up.”

Gabby did as she was told, thinking, What’s gonna happen now? Something totally hot and sexy, I bet. Wow, I really like that they’re looking at my girl parts!

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Kelly gave her bottom a slap, and Gabby laughed, exclaiming “Hey!” It made a loud sound, but didn’t hurt… in fact, it made the nine-year-old’s pussy feel even more tingly.

“Let’s do both sides,” Kelly giggled as she gave the other butt cheek a brisk smack.

“I sure hope that’s not all you’re gonna do,” Gabby mock-pouted, looking over her shoulder.

Kelly grinned at her baby sister. “Don’t worry, it isn’t. In fact, Aunt Jan’s going to kiss your bottom all better.” Turning to Jan, she said, “Gabby likes to have her butthole touched. She stuck her finger up there while she was in the shower. Didn’t you, Gabby?”

“I did, Aunt Jan.” Gabby confirmed. “It was so… Well, I can’t say ‘zactly how it felt, but I liked it. A lot!”

Stretching out on the bed, Kelly gazed into her sister’s eyes. “I wanna see your face when Aunt Jan makes you come.” Gabby shivered when she heard that. She spread her knees even farther apart, wanting her aunt to see everything.

Jan lost herself in the up-close view of Gabby’s rosebud and smooth slit, knowing these treasures were hers for the taking.

Sweet little girl, yeah – my own niece, offering herself to me. A glimpse of heaven.

Reaching out, Jan began to fondle the soft yet firm globes of Gabby’s bottom.

Kelly watched Gabby’s eyes glaze over with pleasure, the girl’s mouth going slack. “Does that feel good?” she asked her little sister, speaking gently. She saw Jan bury her mouth between Gabby’s buttocks.

“Yeah…” Gabby answered, the word coming out in a blissful sigh. “Oh, m’gosh… what – what’s Aunt Jan doing back there?”

“She’s licking your butthole.” Kelly informed her sister. “Here, I’ll help her make you feel good. Just enjoy.”

Getting up on her knees, Kelly watched Jan lick Gabby’s tight little rosebud. The tip of the woman’s tongue circled around, then prodded at the little girl’s anus.

Putting a finger to Gabby’s vaginal opening, Kelly toyed with her clit while their aunt continued to rim her. “Oh… oh, yeah…” she heard her little sister mumble, tiny quivers running through the girl’s thin body.

Moments later, Gabby cried out as she came, shuddering helplessly. Jan and Kelly continued to stimulate the child, though, pleasuring her until she exploded in a second climax – after which Gabby simply toppled onto her side, completely overwhelmed.

It was over an hour later when Gabby finally opened her eyes. The room was dimly illuminated by a light in the hallway. Slowly sitting up, she saw Kelly lying alongside, a smile on her lips. On the other side of Kelly, Aunt Jan was sleeping soundly.

Kelly whispered, “You fell asleep, sis. I guess we made you come pretty hard. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gabby answered, thinking about what had happened. She was already in the mood for a repeat session. “Can we do it again?”

Kelly kissed her sister’s cheek. “It’s late, Gabs, You need to rest. We all do.”

“Yeah, but we’re still here with no clothes on,” Gabby pointed out. “I can’t stop thinking about doing more sex stuff with you guys.”

“Then I’d better get you to bed.” Kelly said. “Tomorrow’s another day. We’ll have more fun after we get up, Gabby. I promise.”

Kelly led her sister down the hall to the bathroom they were sharing, both of them still naked. She had Gabby brush her teeth, then pee, and wash her face. That accomplished, she took the sleepy girl to the room she was using, got her into a t-shirt and fresh panties, then tucked her in.

Kelly sat with Gabby while her sister drifted off to sleep, which only took a few minutes. She bent to kiss her, whispering, “Love you, Gabby. G’night.”

Tiptoeing from the room, she drifted down the hall to check on Jan, who was still sound asleep. Only eleven-thirty. Kelly thought to herself looking at the bedside clock. Lots of time left to snoop around.

Kelly gently closed her aunt’s bedroom door. Then she began to wander the house, stroking her chin, lost in concentration. I know Aunt Jan’s got to have a stash of lesbian porn hidden here somewhere, she told herself. Really dirty stuff, I bet. So… where should I look first?

On to Chapter Ten!

by JetBoy and BlueJean

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

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

Next morning, Doris is taken aback when Mrs. Shaw’s behavior seems the same as any other day, with no acknowledgement of the coupling they’d indulged in just hours earlier. Her confusion soon turns to fear, and Doris begins to wonder if, having given in to Mrs. Shaw’s desires, she is about to be dismissed from her position. Thankfully, one morning after seeing the girls off to school, she is summoned by her mistress, and they make love again.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, but lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

…And that’s where we left off. Do read on, friends.

I

One afternoon, Victoria was waiting for me when I returned from town to pick up some groceries. She was full of good cheer, her cheeks flushed a rosy red, eyes sparkling. I found myself wondering if she’d had a wee drop after breakfast. Taking both my hands, she exulted, ”Isn’t it a gorgeous day! Come, my dear… let’s relax in the garden.”

Whatever the cause, her sunny mood was positively contagious, and I was quick to agree. She added, “Oh, let’s have some of those delicious strawberries Mrs. Broomfield brought yesterday.”

“All right. Shall I fetch a blanket?” I asked.

“Already done,” Victoria replied. “I’ve yet to choose a wine, though. I’ll want something especially good today, I think.” After adorning my nose with a playful kiss, she briskly headed towards the cellar.

I made my way to the kitchen to assemble our afternoon repast, arranging slabs of crusty brown bread and a wedge of Stilton on a serving tray, then managing to find room for a bowlful of ripe red strawberries. I couldn’t resist helping myself to one.

I found Victoria beneath the oak tree, stretched out on the blanket, shoes and stockings set to one side, a bottle and two glasses at her elbow. Barely giving me a chance to set the tray down, she reached for my hand, all but dragging me into an impassioned embrace. Her lips met mine, and we settled in for a long, amorous kiss.

I was giddy with desire when we finally parted, and very eager to make love. I was sure my lady felt the same way. Instead, she handed me a glass, took up her own, then filled both. She clinked her glass against mine. “To happiness,” she said, and drank.

“Happiness,” I echoed, then took a sip of wine, its warmth flowing through me like liquid sunshine.

Victoria gently swirled the contents of her glass, considering the golden vintage with a faraway look. “My husband was a man of many faults, but his knowledge of wine was without peer. Of course, that’s what did for him in the end.” With a wry smile, she added, “‘Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune’, as the saying goes.” She glanced down at the loaded tray; gave an approving nod. “I have something important to discuss with you, my dear. But let’s eat first.” She sliced herself a piece of the Stilton, nibbling at it daintily while I nervously picked at a strawberry.

I was taken aback, you see; first, because Victoria had barely spoken to me of her late husband, especially any details concerning his demise. Of course I was curious, but knew far better than to pry. Secondly, the words ‘something important’ had an ominous and undeniable weight behind them. As ever, my instincts told me to worry, but I thrust those concerns away, refusing to let this lovely afternoon with my lady be spoiled by damnable fears. And our picnic spread did look awfully good.

It was a simple but wholly satisfying repast. We polished off the strawberries last, Victoria and I playfully feeding them to one another, our fingers and lips red with the sweet juice.

Taking the last piece of fruit between her teeth, Victoria brought her mouth to mine in a kiss, one that quickly grew in heat and passion. I blindly began to undo the top button of her dress, but she broke away with a shake of the head and a smile. “Not yet, dearest Doris… let’s have our little chat now.”

Suddenly unable to meet her gaze, I sat demurely with both hands knotted in my lap, struggling to maintain a veneer of calmness that I didn’t feel.

“Doris,” Victoria said, her fingers gently lifting my chin. I forced myself to look into the warmth of her eyes. “Here’s something you might find surprising: I was drawn to you from the moment we met. That day, at the orphanage, when you were brought to me… there was something about you, something that reminded me of…” She hesitated.

Recalling the drab, unkempt orphan I’d been in those days, Victoria’s revelation seemed more ridiculous than surprising. I had no idea how to respond, so simply let her continue.

My lady seemed to be studying Shadowglen with a pensive air, as if the old house were both sanctuary and prison. “I’ve always preferred women as my lovers, you know… even when I was your age. Once my husband was out of the picture, I finally had the means to claim the life I’d always wanted – with a woman for my partner.” She breathed out a sigh, absently trailing her fingers through her long, dark blonde hair. When she turned back to me, her smile was almost apologetic. “Easier said than done, I soon realised. When Miss Haggerty retired, and I found myself in need of a new nanny, I decided to hire a much younger replacement, one I might be able to persuade to… to explore pleasure with me. Does that make me seem devious, do you think? I suppose it must, but there’s more to it than that, if you’ll let me explain.”

My mind spun like a whirligig, and I found myself unable to speak, much less react. Had Victoria really selected me for a bedmate, as one might purchase a mare from an auction block? Should I have felt angry, betrayed? Or flattered that such a woman had seen some measure of worth in the frustrated child I’d once been? The child I’d once been – it felt like years since I’d stepped outside the walls of that dreary orphanage, when in truth barely four months had passed. And yet I had changed so much in that time. Truly, I had.

But why was Victoria telling me this now, and what was it leading to? I could see my future poised on a precipice, determined by whichever way the wind was fated to blow.

I felt her hand close around mine. “Don’t ever think I only took you on as a potential lover, Doris. I sincerely believed you were the best choice to look after my girls, and you’ve never given me cause to regret that decision.” She smiled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “But still, it was hard not to see you as the desirable young woman you are.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling a twinge of pride amidst the trepidation. Victoria’s praise never failed to warm my soul, and this time, it also eased the tension I felt. Whatever my lady had to impart, at least it didn’t appear to be bad news. But I couldn’t fully relax, not until I knew the meaning behind her words.

“I hoped from the start that you would be receptive to the idea of… sharing pleasure with me,” she continued. “But – oh, Doris, you were magnificent, a flower in its first blossom. I think now that you were born to love women… and it was my good fortune to be the first to kindle that love.”

By then, Victoria’s sweet words had me glowing inside. The urge to kiss her, to have her naked, to bury my mouth in her mons was all but irresistible.

But she had more to say. “When you and I became intimate…” She looked away from me, her cheeks betraying a hint of colour. “At first, I thought of what we had as… oh, I don’t know, a game of sorts. I wondered how far I could take things, you see. It was all so… flippant of me.” When she turned back to me, I was startled to see a measure of sorrow in her eyes. “I owe you an apology for that, Doris. You’re not a toy. It was selfish of me, using you for amusement. I should’ve considered your feelings.”

I was shaking my head before she’d even finished speaking. “No,” I protested. “You mustn’t think that. I wanted what you gave me, Victoria. Whatever happens now, I don’t regret a thing.” Not knowing what else to say, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it.

“Bless you, my sweet,” she murmured, lightly stroking my cheek. “But my feelings for you changed as we grew closer. In time I saw beyond your face, your body. I saw how good and kind you are, dearest Doris. I saw your intelligence and your hunger for knowledge. Most importantly, I saw you through the eyes of my daughters. They would be devastated if you ever chose to leave us.” Her voice fell to a near-whisper. “And so would I.”

In a flash, my heart was racing. What was she saying?

“When you first came to us, we agreed you would live here and look after the girls until Melinda turned twelve,” Victoria continued. “But now, I’m afraid that simply won’t do.”

I felt like screaming; tearing my hair; throwing both arms around my mistress and clinging to her for dear life. I teetered on the cliff’s edge while Victoria stood poised behind me. She could pull me back, or she might push me into the yawning void. Either way, my fate was in her hands. I searched her face for some clue of what that fate might be.

“Doris,” she said, “I should very much like for you to stay here at Shadowglen with us, to make it your home from this day forward. If you want to, that is.”

It was my heart’s desire, the answer to my unvoiced prayers… and I found myself paralysed, unable to move or speak.

Now there was an unexpected tinge of shyness in Victoria’s manner, a side of her I’d not seen before. “We’re friends, you and I. Aren’t we?” she said, and I managed a nod. “Not just that; we are also… companions in pleasure, let’s call it. That was a fine arrangement, one that made me happy. Now, I want more.”

Again, I was at a loss for words. Her deep blue eyes held me fast, and I could no more look away than I could sprout wings and fly.

Victoria parted her lips, hesitated, then said, “I love you, Doris.”

My first reaction was disbelief. She didn’t say that. I misheard her. She meant something else.

“It took me far too long to understand what my heart was telling me,” Victoria continued. “Feelings can creep up on you like that sometimes, I think. So-called ‘love at first sight’ isn’t always what it seems, you know. It’s a mess of emotions. But friendship… friendship is a better foundation. And friendship can grow into something more. It has for me.”

She gave a nervous laugh, perhaps unsettled by my silence or her own candour. I wanted to speak, but my head was spinning like a crazy carousel. I stared beseechingly at my lady, willing her to see what I couldn’t say. Why wouldn’t the words come?

I was on the verge of stammering something, anything, when Victoria soldiered on, her gaze tinted with what could have been a hint of worry. “I hope you’ll choose to stay with us, Doris. And if you do, it will no longer be as a servant.” She punctuated this with a quick, emphatic shake of the head. “You’ll be part of this family. I see you as an older sister to the girls, helping them grow into strong, confident women. As for you and I… were it possible, and you were willing, I would take you for a wife without a moment’s hesitation. But society won’t permit it, so we must settle for being partners – and lovers.”

I wish I was able to tell you that I reached out to embrace Victoria, answered her vows of love with my own, pledged myself to her until the end of time. Instead, I burst into tears.

I was horribly embarrassed – and bloody furious with myself! At long last, I’d been given the opportunity to bare my soul to the one I adored above all others – indeed, more than my own life. And what was my response? To weep like an overwhelmed toddler. Fool! Wretched, sodding fool! How could she possibly love the likes of you? But berating myself only made me cry all the harder.

Thankfully, Victoria seemed to understand. She drew me into a gentle embrace, my head coming to rest upon her shoulder. I sobbed freely, wrapping both arms round my lady’s waist.

“It’s all right, my sweet,” she cooed, pressing a kiss into my hair.

I nestled into Victoria’s arms, allowing her strength to sustain me. When was the last time I’d been comforted like this? Not since Mamma was alive, I realised. Had I really come to believe I no longer needed such affection? That a shoulder to cry on was the exclusive province of children? Perhaps I wasn’t quite as grown up as I’d thought myself to be.

Finally, I was able to raise my face – though I wasn’t quite ready to meet Victoria’s gaze, certain that I looked a perfect fright. I mumbled, “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to do that.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” she softly assured me, a finger shepherding a stray lock of hair back behind my ear.

I drew a deep breath, let it out, then took another. It steadied me, gave me courage enough to look up into Victoria’s eyes.

The sight overwhelmed me. I saw the love she felt; let that love fill me, warm my soul.

At the same time, I spied a hint of fear, and that cut me to the quick. I’d unnerved her with my tears, my silence. If I could offer Victoria nothing in return, if all I could do was sit there like a dumb child, what use was I to her? She was so much better at articulating her feelings than I was, but perhaps I could muster up sufficient courage to match her honesty.

Almost before I knew I was speaking, the words were tumbling from my lips. “I love you, Victoria. I do, I love you, I adore you. M-more than anything! I’ve wanted to tell you, honestly, but I… I was afraid.”

My declaration pleased her, that much I could tell. Yet my words had aroused her curiosity, perhaps also her concern. Once again, she gathered me into her embrace. “Oh, my dear girl… why on earth were you frightened? Surely I never gave you cause for fear.”

Then it came spilling out of me, all the things I’d fretted about for so long. The dread I’d felt at the approaching day when Melinda turned twelve, and my services would no longer be needed at Shadowglen. My certainty that true love could never exist between a woman of means and a mere servant. The longing I felt to express my feelings, with no earthly idea how they would be received. What if I’d declared my love to Victoria, only to have her respond with anger? Even worse, what if she laughed at me?

On and on I went, describing the secret terrors I’d lived with for months in the midst of paradise. I came perilously close to tears again, more than once, but somehow managed to choke them back. Victoria spoke not a word throughout, allowing me to have my say.

Finally I fell silent, exhausted and emptied of words, my cheek resting against Victoria’s breast.

She cradled me as if comforting a child. “Doris… oh, Doris. If you had only come to me, told me of this… I could have set your mind at ease.” A moment’s silence, then I heard her sigh. “Too often, fear is the demon that snatches happiness from our very grasp, then laughs at the tears we shed. I know this all too well.

“The fault is more mine than yours. I ought to have noticed what you were going through. Too busy wallowing in pleasures of the flesh, I’m afraid.” Victoria touched her lips to my brow. “Forgive me for my selfishness.”

I drew away enough to meet her eyes. “No,” I insisted, shaking my head. “There’s nothing to forgive. If you didn’t notice my foolishness, it’s only because I worked so hard to keep it hidden. I should have trusted you to understand. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Enough of this,” Victoria declared with a radiant smile, once more her familiar, confident self. “Let’s not waste a moment more on these… these agonisings over what we might or might not have done. It’s all in the past, and there it shall stay!” Seizing my hand, she continued, “Only one thing matters now, Doris. I have declared myself for you, and you for me. Now, I ask once more: will you stay with us at Shadowglen? Will you be my lover?”

I felt that storm of emotion rise up inside me again, threatening to spill over. But this time, I would shed no tears. Gazing into her piercing blue eyes, I channelled all my sentiment into words I could only hope were worthy. “Yes, my lady… yes. I’m yours, forever and always.” I drew nearer. “Please. Kiss me, Victoria.” Closing my eyes, I awaited the caress of her mouth.

When her lips touched mine, a hard jolt of lust shook me without warning. I was on fire, ravenous for love and hungry to fuck.

Victoria was gentle; my response anything but. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, fondling her breasts with one hand while reaching round to grope her arse with the other.

Humming approvingly into our kiss, Victoria was quick to match my passion. We tumbled back onto the blanket, grinding our bodies together.

As I sucked on my lover’s tongue, I felt her hand work its way beneath the dress I wore. She paused at my knickers, teasing the sodden crotch before burrowing inside. She abruptly broke away, withdrawing her hand to show me glistening fingers. “Such a wanton girl,” she breathed, pausing to breathe in my scent. “Mmm, yes. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Do what you want to me, my love. Anything! I’m yours to use as you like.”

When Victoria and I coupled, we usually enjoyed a real sense of give and take, of pleasure shared between partners. When we’re together like this, we are equals, she’d told me, but I didn’t always want that. There were times when I needed my mistress to ride roughshod over me, to take me hard and fast, even if it hurt. Perhaps even because it hurt. At that tender age, though unfamiliar with the twinned concepts of dominance and submission, I still intuitively knew what I needed from Victoria when the craving found me.

Now we were full-fledged lovers, and in celebration, I wanted to make Victoria a gift, to bestow upon her the only thing of any value I possessed: myself.

Victoria understood my need without being told. She knew when the fruit was ripe for plucking. Sometimes when we fucked in this heated, animal fashion, my lady would give me a sharp crack on the bum with the flat of her hand, or twist my nipple between finger and thumb. Once she bit my neck – but that was foolhardy, leaving a mark I had to conceal for a week. At the time, though, it was enough to make me come on the spot.

She would also command me to service her, and I was always quick to comply. She might demand that I lick her arsehole, or suck her toes, or simply lie before her, holding my cunt open while she frigged herself to the lewd spectacle of a young girl, exposed and vulnerable. Whatever her need, I fulfilled it, happy to be of use to the lady I loved. And afterwards, when the fever had passed, all was tenderness between us once more.

Now, lying in the shade of the old oak, Victoria delved back into my knickers, plunging two fingers into me with a single urgent thrust. I cried out in rapture, clutching handfuls of the blanket while I watched the fat, fleecy clouds drifting overhead – a stark contrast to the dark thunderheads that crashed and roared inside me.

Before I realised it, Victoria withdrew as abruptly as she’d entered, leaving me shivering and panting for breath, the need for release so acute that I ached inside. Gazing down from where she knelt above me, she said, “My beautiful lover… I want you naked. Take your clothes off for me, Doris.”

Dazed, I struggled to my feet, taking a steadying breath before reaching for the top button of my dress. I unfastened the top three, then shrugged the garment from my shoulders, letting it fall to the blanket, leaving me naked but for a pair of very damp knickers.

Turning away from Victoria, I grasped the waistband and slowly worked them down, baring my bum for her an inch at a time. I bent low, sliding the wet undies to my ankles, a breeze caressing the exposed flesh of my cunt and anus. Acting on a wicked impulse, I spread my arse cheeks open for her, presenting myself like a bitch in heat.

“So lovely,” Victoria whispered.

I felt her finger trace my hot, juicy slit, fanning the flame of my lust into a roaring blaze. Quickly straightening, I turned to face my lady, roughly drawing her into a torrid kiss that said everything I couldn’t express with mere words.

Breaking away, I reached for the top button of her own dress, but she shook her head. “No, Doris. I want to bare myself for you.” Pointing at the blanket, she commanded, “Sit. Watch.”

Still lightheaded with longing, I meekly obeyed, oddly at ease with my nudity in this most exposed of places.

My mistress stood before me as if presenting herself – lovely, regal; utterly magnificent. Reaching for the same button I’d attempted to undo, she slipped it deftly through its eye, then moved on to the next, and the next.

I loved to watch Victoria remove her clothes. Even when hurriedly stripping off in the heat of passion, her body displayed a choreography of elegance and fluidity that mesmerised me. Now she took her time. That familiar fire was in her eyes, hips swaying from side to side as she worked the dress down inch by inch to reveal her breasts. It never failed to excite me, knowing Victoria had gone without underthings to heighten my pleasure. The dress continued its downward journey, exposing the soft tangle of her bush. I longed to feel it tickling my lips while I drank from the moist, fleshy chalice of her cunt.

She finally stepped out, completely nude, and stood with legs slightly apart, reaching up to cup her breasts as if suddenly feeling a pang of modesty. It was an act, of course, intended to spur my lust… but how could I fail to respond to such a magnificent performance?

I felt an urge to prostrate myself on the blanket before my lady, to worship her like the goddess she was. Instead, I knelt before her, wrapped both arms round my lover’s waist and nuzzled the softness of her belly.

“Yes… love me, Doris,” she breathed, resting her hands upon my head. Parting my lips, I adorned Victoria’s sweet skin with languid, open-mouthed kisses. But the rich scent of her womanhood reminded me of what she needed most of all right then… and what I was eager to give.

Down I went, finding my way into her dark curls, pausing to let the aroma fill my nose while I sought out the rosy flesh that Victoria’s pubes partially concealed, then extended my tongue to taste.

As a whimper escaped Victoria’s lips, I felt a tiny shiver flicker through her body. She tightened her fingers, tangling them in my hair as I licked deeper, burrowing into her until the lower half of my face was pressed into her sex. Her juices flowed, and I drank them down like the noblest of vintages.

Turning my attention to the exposed sliver of her clit, I lavished it freely, teasing the inflamed nubbin with swipes of the tongue, then taking it between my lips to nurse like a tiny nipple.

“Yes!” Victoria hissed.

My breasts touched her trembling thighs as I reached round to cup her buttocks with both hands. Acting on a wicked impulse, I allowed my index finger to steal between those alabaster globes, wriggling into the toast-warm cleft of Victoria’s anus. She clenched for an instant, then relaxed, allowing me to probe the hot, moist hole.

“Oh, yes, Doris,” she moaned. “Yes!”

She came in my face, her juices trickling down my mouth and chin, a lewd baptism that ushered in my new life. Now we were both goddesses, revelling in ecstasy given and received. And who could say which was best?

I continued to feast on Victoria’s cunt, making her spend at least once more before she clumsily nudged me away, staggering back a step before going down on her knees.

Panting for breath, Victoria laughed heartily, fixing me with a penetrating gaze. “Dearest Doris…” she began, “I do believe you’ve ravished me to within an inch of my life.” Still on all fours, she crawled across the blanket, stalking me like a ravenous beast. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Before I knew it, she had me on my back, the weight of her body pressing into mine. Her eyes shone so brightly with animal desire that it seemed I might lose myself in them. Then, dear reader, my lady took me.

After all these years, my memories of making love with Victoria remain surprisingly crisp and lucid. All I need do is close my eyes, and once more I become that timid servant girl, undressed and fondled to ecstasy by her mistress. But on that particular day, when she offered me her heart, her soul, her love… the memory remains with me, but seems almost unreal, as if snatched from a dream. At the same time, it was unimaginably intense.

Imagine being caught up in a violent storm, one that shakes you to the fundament and pulls your body hither and yon in every direction, leaving you drained and battered. Yet at the same time, I was utterly blissful, at peace like never before.

I was spread out on the blanket, which by then was extremely damp. Every inch of me was bathed in sweat, my vagina and anus tender, nipples throbbing, jaw aching from kisses.

I felt empty inside, but it was a satisfying, blissful emptiness – the kind, I am convinced, that would-be mystics travel the world over to seek out. After the war, while travelling across India, I read much about Buddhism and the concept of Nirvana. It struck me then, as it has since, that I had already known that state of being, had reached those zen-like heights of tranquillity in the arms of my lover and mentor.

Victoria’s lips brushed my cheek, and I returned to the world, my eyes fluttering open. She was kneeling at my side, still gloriously nude, smiling down at me like a benevolent deity. “You mustn’t fall asleep, my love,” she said. “The girls will be home soon.”

I somehow managed to rouse myself, startled to find it so late in the day. Sure enough, a glance at the sun told me our mid-morning picnic had lasted nearly four hours.

But before I could rise and gather my clothes, my lady took me into her arms once more. With a tiny cry, I hugged her tightly, stammering vows of devotion. “I… I adore you, Victoria. Thank you – oh, thank you for loving me. I swear b-by everything holy that I will make you happy. I’ll make you happy.”

I felt her kiss my neck… then her lips were grazing my ear. “Dear Doris,” she whispered, “You already have.”

 

II

A short while later, the girls returned from school, Mrs. Broomfield making her appearance soon after that. Upon the old cook’s arrival, Sophia decided she was going to help prepare dinner, allowing me a temporary reprieve. I was grateful – Victoria’s gift of a permanent home and her unconditional love had left me giddy with happiness and relief, and I don’t think the kitchen could have contained me for long.

While Becky went up to her room, and Victoria soaked in the bath, Melinda seized my arm and all but dragged me into the sitting room. “Come and see the dance I learnt today, Doris!” she trilled. “It’s called the foxtrot.”

She put one of Victoria’s records on the turntable, then took my hands in hers as the music crackled out of the speakers.

“Oh, no, Melinda. I’ve got two left feet,” I protested.

“I can’t dance on my own!” Melinda insisted, leading me around the room, her weaves and feather steps leaving me breathless and rather flummoxed.

I soon began to loosen up, though, and found the impromptu dance an excellent way to revel in my buoyant mood. Melinda and I laughed breathlessly as we waltzed around the room, my ten-year-old partner shouting instructions as we went.

Finally, with a gleeful whoop, she leapt onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands inadvertently slipped beneath her school skirt and grasped the cheeks of the girl’s bottom to support her weight. The only thing separating my fingers from Melinda’s bare bum was the soft cotton of her knickers.

Suddenly I was acutely aware of the child’s sweet scent; the warmth between her legs. God, what was I doing? Mere hours ago, Victoria had expressed her unwavering love for me; now I was having improper thoughts about her youngest daughter.

I needed to let this go, this unhealthy obsession with my lover’s children that had been the subject of so many masturbatory fantasies of late. It was getting out of hand.

Melinda wrapped both arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I found myself returning the gesture, peppering several playful kisses upon her brow. I had to fight a powerful urge to squeeze her warm, firm little buttocks. They were a perfect fit for my hands.

“We’re not exactly Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, are we?” I said.

Melinda smiled sweetly at me. “No, but I still like dancing with you, Doris.”

 

III

That night, I crept to Victoria’s bed after the girls had turned in. Letting my nightgown slip to the floor, I stood naked before my lover in the light of a lamp, then slipped beneath the sheets to join her.

True, the lovemaking we’d enjoyed beneath the old oak tree had satisfied the needs of our bodies, but my soul hungered for Victoria’s kisses, her whispered words of adoration, the warmth of her bare skin against my own. Of course, I also wished to share these things with her.

We lay entwined for a long while, exchanging languid caresses, at peace with the world. Out of the blue, a question occurred to me. Perhaps, I told myself, it would be best to ask her tomorrow. But I decided it couldn’t wait.

“Victoria… what about the girls? Are we to tell them of – of how things have changed between us?”

Her expression was unreadable, but her tone was soothing. “Not just yet, my love. But we will, I promise.”

I have to admit this response left me slightly disappointed, even if I wasn’t exactly certain as to why. “All right,” I murmured.

Victoria must have sensed my uncertainty. “Trust me, Doris. Something important like this is best handled carefully,” she told me, then in a more subdued tone: “I’m afraid I had to learn that lesson the hard way.” She fell silent for a moment, as if lost in a memory, then shook herself from this brief reverie. Turning back to me with a warm smile, she said, “In good time, my children will know that you and I are lovers. We’ll be able to hold hands, to kiss and embrace in their presence.”

Feeling somewhat reassured, I gave a blissful sigh, already picturing what that would be like. Much as I had thrilled to the excitement of our hidden love affair, the sheer effort involved in keeping it hidden was considerable, particularly in a home with three intensely curious girls.

“And of course, you’ll have no need of a salary anymore,” Victoria said matter-of-factly.

I gawped at her. “N-no salary? What do you mean?”

“You’ll have my money, silly.”

I nibbled anxiously at my lower lip. The last thing I wanted was to seem ungrateful for my lady’s generosity, but it struck me that relying on Victoria’s charity was as tenuous as relying on the help of the state… or the church. I loved Victoria. I trusted her. But I also needed something that was mine, something that I alone had laboured for and earnt fairly. After all, what is love without a little labour?

“That’s very kind of you,” I told Victoria as tactfully as I was able. “But I… I’d prefer to carry on earning my own money, if it’s all the same to you. I’d like to have at least some independence.” I gave her a sheepish look. “I hope that doesn’t make me sound stubborn… or ungrateful.”

Victoria leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. “Ungrateful? No. Stubborn? Absolutely! But I want my lover to have a little sass. Just a little, mind! We don’t want you getting ideas above your station, do we?”

I swatted playfully at her arm, relieved I hadn’t given offence.

“You’re right, of course. We’ll continue paying you a wage, but at some point I’d like to reduce your workload. I never intended for you to be burdened with all the upkeep of the house, as well as seeing to the girls. We must find a more long term solution. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” I replied.

I surprised myself by breaking into a long, luxurious yawn. My mind was still whirling with the events of the day… but at that late hour, the immensity of it all had my eyes feeling heavy. Anyway, I was in no mood to return to my own bed.

“I love you, Doris,” I heard my lady whisper.

“And I love you, Victoria,” I mumbled, kissing her bare shoulder.

She switched off the lamp, and I allowed the night to take me.

On to Chapter Six!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  When they arrive, Kelly whisks her sister upstairs to change into their bathing suits before using Jan’s pool. First, though, she goes down on Gabby. Meanwhile, downstairs, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants.

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

 

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Jan, Kelly and Gabby had just returned from dinner. Thus far, the evening had been a pleasant one. To Jan’s relief, Kelly hadn’t done or said anything provocative at the restaurant. True, it had been somewhat unsettling to see her niece engage in animated conversation with the busboy, chatting in fluent Spanish… a language Kelly had never spoken before her coma.

She’d heard of such things happening with patients who had suffered memory loss, but seeing it play out in real life couldn’t help but unnerve Jan a little. Guess I just have trouble dealing with oddities that can’t be explained by science, she told herself. Well, at least Kelly didn’t say ‘Nice tits’ to the waitress, or ask me how to perform cunnilingus.

Once home, they’d decided to watch a movie, and Gabby had asked if Jan could stream My Neighbor Totoro, a special favorite of hers. Jan got beverages for everyone, they settled in on the sofa, and Jan purchased the movie.

Despite having seen the film at least six times, Gabby was enraptured from the first frame. Jan wasn’t especially into kids’ movies, but found herself charmed by this one. Kelly had already seen it, and spent much of her time looking at Jan’s luscious legs, displayed to impressive effect in dark blue shorts. Gabby was sprawled out on the carpet, and Kelly also took the time to admire her little sister’s ass.

Before the film reached the halfway point, Gabby crawled onto the couch and fell sound asleep. While Jan turned off the TV, Kelly covered her little sister with a blanket, then bent to kiss her cheek.

“I’m not surprised she conked out early,” Kelly said, looking up at her aunt. “She came really hard this morning… and then there was that other one in the pool.”

Jan laughed. “In fact, she had another one in the hot tub, while you were in the shower.” She paused. “So, er… how do you know she had an orgasm this morning?”

“Because I gave it to her.” Kelly replied. “Aunt Jan, I think you and I need to have a little chat.”

Taking the woman’s hand, Kelly led her down the hall, headed in the direction of the study.

Jan’s heart raced as she meekly submitted to her niece. How can this be happening? she scolded herself. I’m letting this child wrap me around her little finger! If only she wasn’t trying so hard to get me into bed with her…

It doesn’t help that she so totally reminds me of her mom, or that she’s so close to the same age Linda was when we became lovers.

Guiding her aunt into the bookshelf-filled room, Kelly turned on a lamp, then closed the door. They both sat, facing one another.

Jan was struggling to seem more at ease than she really was. Don’t let her get the upper hand. You’re an adult, one who makes a living dealing with manipulative people. She’s a girl of eleven.

“I hope you aren’t planning to ask me again about breaking your hymen, Kelly,” Jan began.

“Thanks, but I’ve already solved that problem.”

Taken aback, Jan stared at the girl, “What? When did that happen? And who did it?”

Kelly smiled. Her legs were casually spread, enough to give Jan a glimpse of white panties.”I won’t tell you that. Just like I wouldn’t tell anyone anything about what you and I did.”

“We… haven’t done anything,” Jan said.

“Oh, really. You mean me showing you my pussy and you licking it… that wasn’t anything?”

“Look, that was just… it was an innocent moment of horseplay!” Jan exclaimed, feeling her face grow hot. Damn it, she’s already getting me flustered! Not good. 

“How about some more innocent horseplay, then?” Kelly asked with a very distinct leer.

“You’re only eleven, Kelly. I can’t have sex with you. It would be incest, for God’s sake!”

“Your second book The Adolescent Girl says sex between sisters is very common… practically normal,” said Kelly. “By the way, you don’t seem to care that I’m doing stuff with Gabby – and she’s only nine.”

Jan was stunned speechless.

Kelly sighed. “I guess that’s why Mother doesn’t like leaving me and Gabby alone. I guess she’s scared we’ll have sex… the way the two of you used to do.”

“What – what on earth are you talking about?” Jan blurted. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

“Those diaries, the ones you thought got destroyed? They’re at our house, up in the attic. I’ve looked through them.” Kelly slouched down in her chair, making it easier for Jan to look up the leg of her shorts.

Reaching up to stroke her chest, the girl continued. “I know you like little girls, Aunt Jan. You write about that a lot. My favorite part is from when you were fourteen.” Closing her eyes, she began. “’Dear Journal, someday soon my little sister Linda will have breasts and pubic hair, and I’ll still love her very much. But oh, how I wish she could always be ten years old. That sweet flat chest with those yummy nipples. And her pretty pussy – so smooth, so juicy. I love licking her more than just about anything’.”

Jan gasped. It sounded exactly like what she’d written. After all these years, she still remembered the feelings that led her to pen that entry… and they still cut deep.

“There were other parts I liked.” Kelly continued. “When you were nine, you wrote how you enjoyed seeing Mother with no clothes on. That was the first time you wrote about her like that. Then you started letting her stay in the room while you got undressed. Reading that got me soooo wet!”

She casually placed a hand on the crotch of her shorts and pressed it against her vulva. Kelly’s nipples were hard, the outline of them clearly seen through the fabric of her t-shirt.

A whimper escaped Jan’s lips. Her head was spinning, caught up in a wild whirl of emotions. Arousal, as she recalled the love she and her sister Linda had shared. Sorrow, at having ended their sexual relationship, telling herself it was the right thing to do. Guilt, for the illicit craving she now felt for Linda’s eleven-year-old daughter. Lust, at the sight of Kelly, because God damn it, she was so fucking sexy!

And Kelly knew it, too – sprawled out as she was in Jan’s overstuffed chair, her hand busy inside those cute blue shorts. “Then there’s the part on May tenth, when you were twelve. ‘Played a game with Linda. It ended with me undressing her. I came without even touching myself. Just from seeing her naked’.” Kelly smiled. “Mother must have been, like, eight years old? I don’t blame you, Aunt Jan. I bet she was way hot back then. She still is.”

“Stop it, Kelly,” Jan pleaded. Her nerves were jangling, her panties soaked.

“But my most favorite part is where you’re fourteen and Mother is ten,” Kelly paused to lick her full red lips, “‘Dear Journal, Linda was waiting in my room when I came out of the shower. I just had a towel on, and I let it fall to the floor so she could see me naked.

“‘She thought I was beautiful with no clothes on, then she asked me if I ever touched myself ‘down there’. I told her yes, then lay down on the bed and began to masturbate, right in front of her! She told me it was the coolest thing ever to see me do that. I came so hard!

“‘Later that night after Mom and Dad were asleep, Linda came to my room and asked if she could watch me touch myself again. I told her okay, long as she took her jammies off and got naked with me. Then I asked her if she wanted to know how to give herself those good feelings. And she did! So we took off everything and watched each other masturbate. God how I loved seeing my pretty little sister naked, touching herself while she watched me’.”

There was a moment’s silence, then Kelly’s eyes drifted open. “You don’t have sex with Mother anymore, do you?” she asked.

“No,” Jan replied.

“But you still want to, huh?”

Jan felt like crying. It was true. Right then, she longed for her sister more than ever. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

Kelly reached down to grasp the hem of the cartoon t-shirt, tugging it up and over her head to bare her budding chest.

“Um, Kelly…” Jan protested.

“I wanna fuck Mother, too,” Kelly declared. “But I want you just as much, Aunt Jan. You want me, too – we both know that. So why don’t you take your clothes off and come play with me?”

“I s-shouldn’t.” Jan muttered, a quiver in her voice.

Why did you end it with Mother?” Kelly asked. Rising to her feet, she undid the button of her shorts.

Looking away as her niece undressed, Jan said, “Oh… I was going off to college, and I didn’t want Linda to wait for me to come home. That seemed unfair. I wanted her to meet other girls… or boys. To live her own life.” For what felt like the millionth time, Jan looked back through the years, remembering the good things she’d shared with her sister.

Sure, we stopped being lovers, Jan thought. But we never stopped being sisters, or friends. Why can’t that be enough?

“I guess I thought it was the right thing to do,” Jan continued. “But I think it hurt us both more than I figured on. I regret it to this very day, but it’s what I should have done.” She finally met Kelly’s gaze, trying to ignore the girl’s bare chest. “And just as much as I’d enjoy making love to you, it’s wrong… I can’t do it.”

Kelly sighed. “I get how you feel, but… Look, you do love me, right?”

“You know I do,” Jan replied.

“And I love you,” said Kelly. “But more than that, I want to make love to you. And you feel the same way about me, you just said so. Why is that a bad thing?”

“Because you’re my niece. And… you’re only eleven, for fuck’s sake! You’re still a little girl.”

“Who says that’s wrong?”

Jan was getting flustered. “Society does, Kelly. The same society we’re all part of!”

Kelly’s arms were folded, her expression defiant. “Is that the same society who says mean things about you because you’re gay?”

“No! Maybe. Oh, hell, I don’t know!”

“What is society, anyhow?” asked Kelly. “I don’t even think it’s real. A big bunch of made-up rules to keep us from living like we want! It makes me think of this mean dad I saw on TV, who won’t let his daughter go to a party. An’ when she asks him why not, he just gets mad and yells, ‘Because I say so!’” She glared at her aunt. “Is that why we can’t make love, Aunt Jan? ‘Cause someone says so?”

“I…” Jan didn’t know how to respond.

Kelly drew closer. “It’s what we both want,” she murmured, “and it’s not hurting anybody. C’mon… let’s do this.” She slowly tugged the zipper of her shorts down.

Jan could see Kelly’s panties. They were white, with little yellow flowers.

“I love licking Gabby’s pussy. She tastes incredible,” Kelly said as she lightly stroked her erect nipples. “I love little girls. I love women. I love you, Aunt Jan.”

She paused to observe her aunt, pleased to see the effect her words were having. Jan’s face was flushed, and she was squeezing her thighs together.

Go for it, Kelly told herself. She’s ready, no matter what she says.

Pushing her shorts and panties down in one fluid movement, Kelly kicked them away, then advanced toward her aunt.

As Jan watched the naked girl come closer, she thought, I can’t let this happen. But fuck, it’s a dream come true. No, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t! Kelly’s talking circles around me, but I’m still the adult here. I’ve got to be strong. God, I can smell her pussy. She wanted to stand, to flee the room – but found herself rooted to the spot.

Kelly stood nude before Jan, letting her have a good long look. Suddenly she bent down to kiss her aunt. A startled Jan gasped – and Kelly was quick to seize the opportunity, plunging her tongue into the woman’s mouth.

As the young girl deepened the kiss, Jan’s resolve began to lose out to her lust. As if by reflex, she began to suck on Kelly’s tongue.

That was when Kelly grabbed the bottom of Jan’s blouse and tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Taking hold of her aunt’s bra cups, she tugged them down, baring the woman’s breasts, then dipped down to suck a nipple into her mouth.

Kelly lavished affection on her aunt’s tits, switching from one to the other until she heard Jan moan. Then she backed away, leaving the woman panting with arousal.

“Well?” Kelly murmured, giving Jan a penetrating gaze. “Are you gonna push me away? Or will you let me fuck you?”

Jesus H. Christ! Jan thought. This isn’t shy, innocent Kelly, not any more. And yet… damn it, this IS still Kelly. She looked openly at her naked niece, drinking in the sight of the girl’s immature body. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect. Just like Linda was at that age. 

Jan sighed. It’s too much. Maybe I could resist if she wasn’t standing right in front of me without a stitch of clothing, insisting that we fuck. Then there’s the way she reminds me of her mother, back when she and I were lovers… 

Slowly rising from her seat, Jan snatched Kelly up and heaved the squealing girl over her shoulder, carrying her from the study toward the stairs. She moved with a careful tread, so as not to awaken Gabby.

Once in her bedroom, Jan switched on the light. She stood before her vanity mirror, giving herself a knowing smile. She paused to study the reflection of Kelly’s bare bottom, then twisted her head to one side, giving the girl’s left buttock a playful bite.

“Oooh, yeah,” Kelly moaned. Jan felt a shiver race through her niece’s slender body.

Still facing the mirror, Jan used her hand to carefully spread Kelly’s cheeks apart. Her body pulsed like a live wire as she drank in the view of the eleven-year-old’s rosebud. More precious than rubies, she told herself. And much, much nicer to lick.

“Can you put me down?” Kelly pleaded. “I’m getting kinda dizzy.”

Jan plopped the girl down on the large bed. Kelly giggled as she bounced a few times, then flashed her aunt a wicked smile as she spread her legs open, putting herself on display.

“You beautiful little bitch,” Jan said. “You totally played me, didn’t you? Well now, it’s Aunt Jan’s turn to play.” Unfastening her shorts, she let them fall to the floor and stepped out, then shrugged off her top and bra.

Immediately clambering onto her knees, Kelly crawled to the foot of the bed, reaching out for the waistband of Jan’s red panties.

“You want my pussy?” Jan asked, taking a step back.

“Fuck, yes,” Kelly said in a hoarse whisper.

“How much?”

“I… I’ll do anything you want, Aunt Jan,” Kelly replied. “Anything. Please, let me see you naked. I need to taste your cunt, can’t stop thinking about it…”

Jan bent to slip off her socks, then crawled onto the bed, where she stretched out on her back. Before Kelly could touch her, Jan seized the girl, drawing her into a fierce embrace. She placed a hand on the back of Kelly’s head, then niece and aunt shared a passionate kiss.

Kelly broke away first, scuttling down the bed until she lay between Jan’s thighs. She reached for her aunt’s panties pulling the crotch of the thin material to one side. “Oh, wow,” she sighed, “what a gorgeous pussy.”

“Not so fast, young lady,” Jan said, giving her niece a stern look as she pushed Kelly’s hand away and slipped her panties back in place. “I believe your mother told you to do as I say… didn’t she?”

Kelly moistened her lips. “Yes, Aunt Jan.”

Propping herself up on both elbows, Jan spread her legs open.

“Put your face against my panties, Kelly,” Jan said, her heart pounding in her ears. “No touching, not yet. First, I want you to smell me.”

Kelly pressed her nose against her aunt’s damp panty crotch. “Mmmmm… Oh, so good,” she moaned.

“You really want this… don’t you, little girl?” Jan asked as Kelly ground her mouth into the wet gusset of the crimson-hued panties.

With half-closed eyes Kelly looked up at Jan and began to beg. Please, Aunt Jan, I want it so much. More than… than anything. Let me eat you. Pretty please?”

“First I have a few questions,” Jan replied.

“Ask,” Kelly said, clamping both hands between her legs.

“How often do you lick your little sister?”

“I’ve only done it a few times. Gabby fucking loves it, too. I licked her this afternoon, while we changed into our bathing suits.”

The thought of Kelly going down on her little sister right there in her own house made Jan moan. She ached to feel that hot little mouth on her own cunt, but more questions remained.

“Has Gabby ever licked your pussy?”

“No. I haven’t asked her to. And I won’t ask, either. But if she wants to lick me, I’ll let her.”

“Let me watch you masturbate,” Jan said.

Gazing deep into Jan’s eyes, Kelly raised a hand to her face, slipping two fingers into her mouth, then brought them to her cunt. A low moan escaped the eleven-year-old’s lips as she eased those fingers into her vagina, still maintaining eye contact with her aunt.

It was the sexiest thing Jan had ever seen. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered. Getting to her feet, she stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching the girl pleasure herself, then slid her panties down until they ringed her ankles. Casting them aside with the flick of a foot, Jan stood nude before her niece.

“Oh, Aunt Jan, you’re beautiful. I didn’t know you shaved.”

“I like that nice clean look.” Jan said. “I’m glad you like it too.”

Kelly giggled. “Oh, I love all pussies,” she said. “I got fucked by a woman who had hair down there, and I thought it was beautiful. She tasted great, too.”

“Wait, wait – is she the same woman who took your virginity?”

“Uh-huh. But don’t ask who she is. Remember? I’m keeping that a secret.”

Jan studied the girl. “Hmmm… I don’t know, Kelly. You’re having sex with your sister, with this mystery woman, and goodness knows how many others. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to encourage this sort of behavior.” Bending down, she began to gather her discarded clothes.

Kelly’s expression went from elated to stricken in an instant. “Aunt Jan!” she cried. “You – you wouldn’t!”

“Seems to me you’ve got something of an attitude problem, young lady,” Jan murmured. “It’s not polite to insist that I let you go down on me. If you want my pussy, you ought to at least ask nicely…”

Clasping her outstretched hands, Kelly gazed beseechingly at her aunt. “Oh, please let me, Aunt Jan. Pretty please?”

“Let you do what?” Jan asked teasingly.

Kelly said, “Please let me eat your pussy till you come all over my face. I’ll be your sex slave. I’ll be your bitch. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Please… let me fuck you, Aunt Jan.”

Coming close, Jan reached out to caress the girl’s cheek. “Okay.” She bent down to kiss Kelly, pausing to nibble the girl’s lower lip, then got onto the bed. Lying back, she spread her legs apart, far enough to open her cunt.

Kelly crawled between Jan’s thighs, kneeling before her new lover. She gave the woman a deep, heated kiss, then nuzzled a pathway to her ear, lightly biting the lobe before whispering, “You’re gonna love this.”

With that, she lay down on her belly, her mouth a couple of inches from Aunt Jan’s pussy. She studied it for a moment, savoring her up-close view, then inhaled deeply, drinking in the thick, musky aroma.  “Mmmm, so nice,” Kelly purred, then covered the smooth slit with her mouth, thrusting her tongue into the juicy interior.

Jan was transfixed, barely able to breathe. Oh, fuck, she thought. This is really happening. My beautiful eleven-year-old niece is going down on me. She’s so good at it too. My God, what an amazing lover!

Her eyes traveled down Kelly’s body, lingering on the girl’s flawless bottom. If there’s anything more lovely than a young girl’s ass, I’ve yet to see it. Can’t wait until I get the chance to lick her there. 

Then Kelly began to tease Jan’s clitoris with her thumb. Jan clenched the sheet in her fists, trying to prolong the moment’s ecstasy. She fought to move her mind elsewhere, to keep from coming too soon.

It was a hopeless struggle. Memories of adolescent sex with Kelly’s mother flooded her thoughts. Oh, Linda – even when your little girl fucks me, I can’t keep from thinking of you, too. In fact…

She began to churn her hips, forcing her dripping sex into Kelly’s face. The eleven-year-old didn’t miss a lick, gulping down her aunt’s nectar, catching every drop.

Jan’s imagination was running wild, forbidden thoughts flashing through her consciousness like a dirty slide show. Me and Linda, making love with her daughters. Kelly rubbing cunts with Linda while Gabby rides my face, feeding me her little girl pussy. All of us naked. Two sets of sisters together, mother and daughters, fucking in every possible combination…

There was a voice in the room, saying lewd things. It took a moment for Jan to realize it was her, caught up in the throes of ecstasy. “I’m coming, d-don’t fucking stop! Oh, Kelly, I’m going to fuck your face, come in your mouth…!”

And she did. A massive, bed-shaking orgasm hit the woman like a freight trsin. Her body was twitching and jerking, out of control. Kelly continued to lick and suck her aunt’s cunt until Jan had a second, even stronger climax.

Finally Jan pushed the girl’s face away, pleading, “Stop, Kelly, stop, I… I can’t take any more.”

Jan lay panting, bathed in sweat. When she was able to bring her eyes into focus, there was Kelly, smiling down at her. Jan reached out to caress her niece’s face.

“Well, now,” Kelly said, “that wasn’t so awful, was it?”

Jan couldn’t help but laugh. Gathering Kelly in her arms, she drew the child close, tenderly kissing her face. “I love you,” she whispered.

Kelly nestled into her aunt with a blissful sigh. “I love you, too.”

Lying quietly, Kelly watched her aunt fall asleep. She kissed Jan’s forehead, carefully extricated herself from the woman’s embrace and got to her feet. Pulling the covers up over her nude lover, she crept over to the door and opened it, trying not to make a sound. Kelly switched the light off and stepped into the hallway, gently closing the door behind her.

Kelly washed her hands, face and vulva in one of the bathrooms. Still nude, she went back to the family room to check on Gabby. She gazed lovingly at her little sister for a moment, then returned to Jan’s study, where she peered up at the set of journals that occupied one of the bookshelves. Selecting one of these, she settled down to read.

As she skimmed through the text, looking for the sexy stuff, Kelly asked herself, I wonder… are Gabby and Aunt Jan ready for sex with each other, or is it too soon? She grinned. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.

***

Kelly had read late into the night, finally curling up in the comfortable chair to doze. When she woke, it was early morning. Padding into the bathroom, she took a shower, after which she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to the kitchen for breakfast.

As Kelly munched some toast and drank juice Gabby entered the kitchen. She’d slept on the couch in her clothes. Kelly noticed her sister had washed her face, but had yet to brush her hair.

“Morning, Gabs. Fix you something for breakfast?”

With a sleepy smile, Gabby said, “Cereal, please.”

Kelly found a box of Raisin Bran in the cupboard. Filling a bowl, she added milk and a sliced banana, then placed it in front of Gabby.

As Gabby began to eat, Kelly poured a glass of orange juice for her.

Gabby took a few bites, then looked around.

“Where’s Aunt Jan?” Gabby asked. “And… how come you’re just wearing a towel?”

“I just took a shower, and I haven’t put any clothes on yet. Aunt Jan’s still asleep.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kelly saw Jan. She was coming into the hallway, wearing a blue bathrobe. She approached the dining room door, then froze in mid-step when Gabby spoke.

“Dare you to lose that towel,” Gabby said. She hadn’t noticed Jan.

Interesting, Kelly thought as she saw her aunt’s mouth drop, then Jan took a step back into the hallway to conceal herself. She could still see into the kitchen, but was out of Gabby’s view.

“Take my towel off? You mean… right here in the kitchen?” Kelly, pretending to seem shocked.

“Yep,” Gabby replied with a nod. “Let me see you naked.”

Kelly had to smile. “In a naughty mood today, are we? Well, if it’s what my sweet little sister wants…” With a shrug, she stole a quick glance at her wide-eyed aunt.

She took a step back toward the windows and slowly removed the towel, which she draped over a chair. Kelly spun in a slow circle on her toes, pleased to see lustful expressions on the faces of her sister and aunt as she put her bare body on full display.

“I love you, Kelly,” said Gabby. “You’re the best big sister ever.”

“I love you, too,” Kelly replied, extending a hand to the girl. “Kiss me.”

Pushing herself up from the chair, Gabby slowly crossed the room to stand before her older sibling, and they drifted into a tender kiss. Kelly’s eyes briefly met Jan’s before she pushed her tongue into Gabby’s mouth.

Jan stared, her heart pounding frantically while her nieces kissed like lovers. The sight called back memories of the intimate times she’d shared with Linda. Did we look as beautiful as that? she wondered.

Breaking their kiss, Gabby took Kelly’s right nipple between her lips, sucking the swollen bud. Kelly looked over at Jan, giving her a wink. Almost without thinking, Jan slipped a hand into her robe. Kelly licked her lips and nodded as if to say, Yes, Aunt Jan. Touch yourself while you watch us fuck.

Right on cue, Gabby released her big sister’s nipple. “Kelly? Would you lick me?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, “Take off your shorts and panties.”

“You mean… you’re gonna do it right here?” Gabby asked, looking about nervously.

“Yeah. It’ll be especially hot that way. Don’t worry, we’ll hear if Aunt Jan comes down the stairs. She won’t catch us.” Kelly said, briefly meeting Jan’s eyes again.

Gabby hesitated, fingering the hem of her t-shirt until Kelly said, “What’s the matter? You aren’t scared, are you?”

Gabby stuck her tongue out. “Scared? No way!” she declared, quickly unbuttoning her shorts. She pushed them and her panties down together, then stepped out of them.

“The t-shirt, too. You wanna get licked, you’ve gotta be naked like me.”

“Fine!” Gabby said, then pulled the t-shirt up and off, carelessly letting it drop to the floor.

Watching from the hallway, Jan was rubbing her cunt under the robe as she took in the sight of Gabby’s bare bottom. Oh, fuck. Kelly’s about to go down on her little sister. So hot, so goddamn fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m getting to see this.

Kelly pulled a chair away from the table, carefully positioning it so Gabby couldn’t see into the hall, but Jan would have a good view. “Sit down here and spread your legs, little sister.”

As Gabby sat, Kelly picked up her towel, folded it, then placed it on the floor in front of the chair. She took one last glance at her aunt as she knelt on the towel.

“I love your little girl pussy,” Kelly said, studying her sister’s smooth, slightly moist slit. “It’s perfect. Hey, will you do something special for me, sis? Talk to me while I lick you.”

“Talk? About what?” Gabby slouched down in the chair, sliding her pelvis close to the edge.

“Sexy stuff. Tell me about you and Pam kissing while you’re naked. Wait. Even better, tell me things you like to think about while you play with yourself. The dirtier it is, the more I’ll like it.”

“Um, okay,” Gabby said, taking a deep breath just before Kelly touched the tip of her tongue to the little girl’s cunt and began to lick.

“Hmmm, let’s see… I like being naked with Pam. Sometimes she and her big sister get naked together and rub their pussies. Well, that’s what Pam said, but I’m pretty sure she’s telling the truth. She’s gonna ask Ali if I can be there the next time they do that. Maybe we can all touch our pussies. Oh, Kelly, that feels great.”

Jan could see Gabby’s legs draped over Kelly’s shoulders, though not the licking itself. On the other hand,  the liquid sounds of cunnilingus could easily be heard.

“So… y’wanna know what dirty stuff I like to think about, huh?”

Kelly raised her mouth from Gabby’s cunt just long enough to blurt, “Yeah, I do. Tell me everything!” then got back to work.

“Well,” Gabby began, struggling to focus, “I wonder if Mom and Cheryl and Aunt Jan ever do sex with each other, the way we do. I guess maybe not, ‘cause they’re grownups. But it feels so good. Why would anyone not do it if they could?” She paused. “I bet Aunt Jan does it, cause she’s so cool and sexy. Oooh!” the child gasped as Kelly’s tongue grazed her tiny clit.

With two fingers in her cunt, Jan was trying to keep from coming by pumping her wrist at a more gradual pace.

“Mmmm, just like that, Kelly, just like that. Um… so s-sometimes when I get real close to having a come,” Gabby continued, “I think about Pam and her big sister, naked and doing stuff with each other, then I pretend their mom catches ‘em. Only instead of getting mad, she takes all her clothes off.”

Oh, FUCK. What happens then, Gabby? Jan thought as she watched Kelly’s head bob between her little sister’s thighs.

“B-but the other night,” Gabby gasped out between heavy breaths, “I… I thought about s-something totally wild. It was Mom with Aunt Jan, bare naked an’ – an’ kissing each other. I pretended Aunt Jan was licking Mom’s pussy, just like you’re d-doing to me right now oh GOD Kelly oh God oh God…”

Gabby was clutching the arms of the chair with both hands, knuckles turned white as her orgasm hit, shaking her body like a rag doll. Instead of screaming, Gabby clenched her teeth, her breath now coming in hisses. Finally a strangled cry escaped the nine-year-old’s lips, and she went limp in the chair, pushing her sister’s head away.

Meanwhile, out in the hall, Jan was masturbating in a frenzy, driving three fingers in and out her cunt as fast and as deep as possible. It was enough to take her over the top, and she slumped against the wall to keep herself from falling. Somehow, she managed to get off without rousing Gabby’s attention.

Rising to her feet, Kelly looked toward the hallway, transfixing her aunt with a lustful glance as she slowly licked her lips.

Jan shivered. Fucking unreal. I’ve been a dyke ever since I knew what sex was; shared my bed with more women and girls than I can remember. Not one of them could match the erotic intensity of this girl… and she hasn’t even hit puberty yet!

Fetching the carton of orange juice from the kitchen counter, Kelly filled Gabby’s empty glass, then brought it to her little sister, “Was that okay?”

In a mock-dramatic gesture, Gabby wiped her brow with the back of her hand, pretending to remove heavy sweat by shaking it from her hand. “It was soooo good,” she said. “The best yet!” Bringing the glass to her lips, she drank the whole thing down in a few gulps.

Leaning back against the counter, Kelly began to run a finger up and down her slit. Bringing it to her mouth, she licked the glistening tip.

Gabby watched what her sister was doing, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Is it gross?” she finally asked, setting her empty glass on the table.

“Is what gross?” Kelly replied.

“Um, how your pussy tastes. Or mine. Are you really okay with, er, licking me down there?”

“Oh, yeah. I love how it tastes.” Kelly answered honestly.

“Hey, Kelly?” Gabby began, suddenly feeling shy. “Could I, maybe… try licking yours?”

“Sure… if you really want to.” Kelly replied as she continued to touch herself.

“Yeah I really want to, I just, I don’t know. Y’know?”

“Tell you what,” Kelly said, “You like honey, right?” Gabby nodded. “Okay, I’ll put some on my pussy, so it tastes sweet. If you lick me and don’t like it, you can just stop. I won’t be mad. Okay?”

“Sure!” Gabby said happily.

Fetching the jar of honey and a wooden wand for dipping into the jar, Kelly spread the towel out on the kitchen table, then lay on it with her legs spread, careful to face toward Aunt Jan so Gabby wouldn’t look in that direction.

Gabby watched, spellbound, as Kelly stuck the wand in the honey jar, spreading her legs wide to put the small, soft folds of her pussy on display. Gabby could just make out the tiny erect clit near the top of her sister’s labia.

Kelly plucked the wand from the jar, then allowed a thin stream of honey to trickle over her cunt until it was generously coated with the sticky amber fluid.

Kneeling between her sister’s legs, Gabby stuck her tongue out to take an experimental lick, then giggled, looking to Kelly for approval.

“Yeah, like that,” Kelly said. “Just pretend you’re eating it off a plate or something.”

Gabby began to lick her big sister in earnest. She’d soon cleaned off most of the honey, making smacking sounds with her lips as she lifted her head to grin at her sister.

Reaching for the wand, Kelly dipped it in the honey, but Gabby stopped her. “Not this time,” she said. “I want to taste you for real.”

Pleased by her little sister’s determination, Kelly lay back, waiting for the touch of Gabby’s mouth, moaning when it came. The nine-year-old was clumsy, but her eagerness to please more than made up for it. And as her confidence increased, so did her ability. Soon she was going down on Kelly as if she’d been a practicing lesbian all her life.

Soon Gabby was exploring, using her tongue on different parts of her sister’s vulva. “Here, Gabs,” Kelly panted, indicating the nubbin of her clitoris. “L-lick me here. That’s what I need.”

Gabby was all too happy to oblige… and soon enough, Kelly was writhing atop the table, mewling with delight as she came. It was less intense than the orgasm she’d enjoyed with Aunt Jan, but the satisfaction of finally getting pleasured by her little sister made the experience all the sweeter.

Climbing off the tabletop and onto unsteady legs, Kelly carefully rewrapped the towel around her nude form. She bent to kiss Gabby, savoring the taste of her cunt, tinged with a lingering hint of honey.

“How’d you like that?” Kelly asked when she pulled away.

“Lots!” a grinning Gabby replied. “I think your pussy tastes great, even without honey.”

“You better go shower and get dressed,” Kelly told her sister as they gathered up Gabby’s clothes.

Hearing this, Jan slipped into the utility closet, leaving it open a crack to eavesdrop on the girls.

“Hey, by the way… you ever stick anything in your butt?” Gabby asked, wriggling back into her shorts.

“My finger,” Kelly replied. “Oh, and I’ve been licked back there, too.”

“Wow! No kidding? Well, what’s it feel like? Both those things?”

“Amazing,” said Kelly. “Why don’t you try this? While you take your shower, stick a finger in your butthole.”

She took a quick peek into the hall to make sure Aunt Jan was out of view, noticing that the closet door was ajar. “Then later on, you can tell me how it felt. Now get a move on. Oh, and don’t forget to brush your teeth!”

Gabby marched up the stairs, all smiles. When she was out of range, Kelly stationed herself before the closet door, arms folded, and announced, “Come out, Aunt Jan.”

Instead, Jan thrust a hand out, seized Kelly’s arm and dragged the girl into the darkness. Kelly was ready for action, letting her towel fall to the floor as she reached out for her aunt. Jan tore her robe open, and their bare bodies came together as they exchanged a quick but heated kiss.

Quickly getting to her knees, Kelly pressed her face between Jan’s thighs, breathing in the sweet, thick aroma of pussy. “Oh, God, yes,” Jan moaned, feeding her dripping cunt to her niece.

“That was so hot, Kelly!” Jan hissed as Kelly put her tongue to work. “I loved watching you and Gabby fuck. Mmm, that’s it… yeah, Kelly. Eat my f-fucking cunt, d-don’t stop.”

Jan’s head spun as she pictured her two nieces together, naked and getting wild. Then she pictured them with her sister, and it sent her arousal surging higher. Do it, Linda, she thought. Fucking do it. Make love to your daughters. They’re sexy little lesbians, just like you used to be… like you could be again.

She whimpered when Kelly began to suck her engorged clit. But what sent Jan over the top was the girl placing the tip of a finger against her anus, then sliding it deep into her rectum with one stroke.

With a strangled cry, Jan jerked violently, her head hitting the closet wall with a muffled thud as she exploded in an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Her nectar was flowing freely, and Kelly was gulping it down, every drop.

When the last waves of ecstasy finally ebbed, Jan found herself sitting on the closet floor, embracing her niece. They kissed, and Jan licked her essence from Kelly’s lips and chin.

“Oh, Kelly.” Jan raved, “My sweet little fuck doll. God, I love you.”

Helping the dazed woman to her feet, Kelly led Aunt Jan out of the closet and up the stairs to the master bathroom. Two doors down, Gabby could be heard softly singing to herself in the guest bath.

Kelly turned on the faucets, then helped Jan into the shower. Giving herself a quick scrub, she turned to her aunt, handed her the washcloth and said, “Your turn.”

As Jan began to soap herself, Kelly emerged from the cubicle and briskly toweled her body dry. “Come on down when you’re done,” she told her aunt, “and I’ll make you breakfast.” Wrapping the towel around her body, she opened the bathroom door, then turned back to Jan.

“By the way,” she said with a sunny smile, “Unless you tell me no, tonight you’re gonna have sex with me and Gabby.”

With a wink, Kelly exited, leaving a very aroused, very perplexed Jan beneath the flowing water.

On to Chapter Nine!

by JetBoy and BlueJean

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

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

Next morning, Doris is taken aback when Mrs. Shaw’s behavior seems no different from any other day, with no acknowledgement of the coupling they’d indulged in just hours earlier. Her confusion soon turns to fear, and Doris begins to wonder if, having given in to Mrs. Shaw’s desires, she is about to be dismissed from her position. Thankfully, one morning after seeing the girls off to school, she is summoned by her mistress, and they make love again.

I

The days and weeks following that divine afternoon with Victoria were the happiest I’d known since childhood, when Mama and Papa were still alive. My tread seemed lighter than air, as if I was buoyed along on waves of love.

My mistress and I shared pleasure nearly every day, and occasionally at night. I quickly fell into a routine in which I would awaken, serve breakfast, then get Melinda and Sophia ready for school. Once the three girls were on their way, Victoria would seek me out, giving me a look that never failed to quicken my pulse, and the two of us would come together in a deep, ardent kiss.

As is often the inclination of new lovers, Victoria and I would seek out ever more novel places to couple. The kitchen, the garden, and the drawing room all bore the brunt of our passion, as did my mistress’ study and the back seat of the family automobile. Sometimes, she liked to have her way with me on the stairs, or even upon the dining table where the children had eaten their breakfast not long before.

Victoria taught me a great deal about the art of pleasing a woman – including some things that might even be considered depraved. When she first licked my anus, I was shocked, but that warm, wet tongue felt so lovely in my arse that any protests I might have made vanished like morning mist. It wasn’t long before I was eagerly servicing her in the same way.

She taught me forbidden words that lovers only spoke in the heat of passion, then encouraged me to use them freely when we lay together. Oddly enough, that was the most difficult desire of hers to fulfil. I could kiss Victoria’s bumhole or suckle her toes with enthusiasm, but found it absurdly hard to use rude words in the presence of a lady.

We had to keep our pleasures a strict secret, of course, not just from the girls, but Mrs. Broomfield as well. Thankfully, the cook’s routine was entirely predictable – she always arrived first thing in the morning to prepare breakfast, then again at three o’clock in the afternoon to start the evening meal. This gave Victoria and myself plenty of time to put ourselves back together after a frenzied bout of lovemaking.

Sometimes, she would even lend me a hand with the housework, if we dawdled too long in bed. You may find it difficult to imagine the lady of the house assisting a mere servant girl in her everyday duties, but I came to discover that kindness was one of Victoria’s chief attributes – a trait that perhaps she had felt the need to keep guarded in her everyday life, one that came with its own vulnerabilities.

But my mistress was as good and generous as she was beautiful. When she’d first taken me on as nanny, we agreed on a salary I was to be paid. I would have gladly worked for nothing in order to escape that wretched orphanage, but nevertheless made plans to save as much of my wages as possible.

A few weeks after I entered her service, and a few more before we’d become intimate, Victoria not only increased my wage, telling me she was completely satisfied with my work, but also helped  to open my first bank account.

As for the three frumpy, dun-coloured dresses I’d brought with me to Shadowglen, I passed the lot along to the local ragman. I bought myself several new outfits, and for the first time in my life, was able to take genuine pride in my everyday appearance.

Then one day, Victoria called me into her study to let me know that from that day forward, I was to take my meals with her and the girls in the dining room, instead of being relegated to the kitchen. “There’s no earthly reason for you to eat on your own,” she told me. “Besides, the girls will enjoy your company.” This was glad news indeed, because I did sometimes feel a bit lonely during mealtimes.

As you see, I had ample reason to be happy. And I was happy, for the most part. There was but a single note of melancholy, and it grew a little more pronounced with each passing day: the knowledge that my life with the Shaws was only intended to last for two years.

In a couple of months, we would celebrate Sophia’s twelfth birthday. When Melinda, the youngest, reached that age herself, Victoria would no longer require the services of a nanny. What would become of me then?

When I first came to Shadowglen, my intention was to prove myself as a reliable employee in the time allotted to me, then set out to carve my own path. I had ambitions, you see, and had never planned to live out my days as the servant of another. I intended to be my own woman, come what may.

Now, though, my priorities had shifted somewhat. I loved my life with the Shaws, and wanted more than anything to remain with them. I’d come to adore Melinda and Sophia as if they were my own sisters, and was equally as fond of Becky, though since that day in the clothing shop, she had regained some of her aloofness, and seemed inexplicably distant in my presence. As for Mrs. Broomfield, she became something of an aunt to me, once I’d broken through the crust of her gruff exterior.

And then there was Victoria. Victoria, who I loved with every fibre of my being.

In the institution, when the other girls had prattled on about love and how they longed to know it, I quickly became convinced the whole notion was a bright, shining lie – a cheap gimcrack to dazzle us while the world picked our pockets.

From the conversations and gossip we exchanged, I was quick to learn how despicably boys treated the girls who dallied with them; how they took what they wanted, then strode away laughing, slapping each other’s backs. It was far from easy, but girls who wanted it badly enough could often find the ways and means to meet up with boys they liked – and the boys, in turn, seemed ever able to work out ways to get to us.

I remembered our Lucy, a vivacious beauty who’d been rendered pregnant, abandoned by a local lout, then gave birth to a child she was deemed unfit to raise. It broke the girl, wrecking her life when it had scarcely begun. At the age of fourteen, I’d already determined that I would never be led astray by the good looks or sweet words of a boy – or a man, for that matter.

But how could I have known that my heart might be so easily stolen by a woman? Victoria Shaw had enchanted me, left me utterly undone. She was my first thought upon waking; my last before slumber.

And yet, I had never shared these feelings with her, never confessed my love. Why? Fear, plain and simple. Yes, I loved Victoria, but how was it possible for her to love me in return? She was beautiful and wealthy, she had property and position. I was a servant girl, an orphan with a few scrimped and saved pounds squirrelled away in the bank. Oh, Victoria was fond of me, for sure, and the pleasures we shared were a mutual delight, but even at that tender age, I knew a huge gulf lay between the sex we had and the devotion I ached for. My mistress gave her body freely, but what right did I have to ask for her heart as well?

A few times, I’d shored up my courage and vowed to say the words to her. As we lay entwined in the sweet aftermath of our coupling, I would gaze into those bright blue eyes and silently mouth, “Victoria, I love you.” And every time I tried to say the words out loud, my courage failed me. Later, at night, curled up in my lonely bed, I would toss and turn, infuriated by my cowardice.

II

Bath time in the Shaw household was a rather unusual affair, unlike anything I was accustomed to. Several years previously, Victoria had commissioned the installation of an ornately tiled Japanese-style bath, in place of the customary small tub that sufficed for most families in Britain. She had fond memories of bathing in onsen and traditional bath houses in Japan when she was younger, she explained, having made several trips there with her parents. Subsequently, communal bathing became a perfectly normal ritual at Shadowglen. By the time I entered service with the Shaws, Becky no longer shared the water with her sisters, having outgrown the practice. Or perhaps she was simply emulating her mother, who preferred to bathe alone, usually accompanied by a glass of wine.

Melinda and Sophia, though, had no qualms about sharing, and early on in my days at Shadowglen the role of bath attendant was added to my duties. The girls often encouraged me to join them in the water, but I thought it improper behaviour for a nanny, so I confined myself to washing their hair and drying them off with towels afterward.

Once Victoria and I became familiar with our new intimacy, it was inevitable that we would find ourselves in her luxurious sunken bath, where we would make love, or wash away the evidence of our passion.

That first time in the bath, we stood in the steaming water and lathered each other’s bodies, then took great delight in brushing breast against breast, nipple against nipple. Each touch was greatly amplified by the soap lubricating our bodies, so sublime that I thought it would be enough to make me climax there and then, when we’d scarcely begun.

But Victoria had other plans. She had me sit on the corner of the bath and open my legs for her. I felt somewhat self-conscious exposed like that, but when my mistress brought a soapy breast to my aching cunt, all inhibition evaporated at the prospect of her nipple engaging with my sex. I simply had to know what it felt like.

With Victoria stuffing her stiff nipple into my cunny while rubbing my clit with her thumb, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My climax came hard and fast, legs clamping down against Victoria’s shoulders, a thin, reedy cry echoing off the ornately tiled walls. I was only faintly aware that the sound was coming from me.

When I eventually recovered, Victoria insisted I return the favour. And who was I to argue? Kneeling before her, I began to nuzzle my lady’s sex, drinking from her like a bee imbibing nectar.

Soon after, both entirely spent, the two of us sank down into the warmth of the water and basked in each other’s company for as long as we dared. Mrs. Broomfield would be returning soon, and the bath would need cleaning before the girls used it later that night, lest they become curious as to why someone would be having a soak in the middle of the day. Afternoon bathing was an unheard of practice in those days, even for well-to-do families like the Shaws.

That was when I idly mentioned how Melinda and Sophia would sometimes invite me to bathe with them, and my reluctance to do so.

My mistress made a suggestion that took me completely by surprise. “Why on earth shouldn’t you share the water with the girls?” was her reply. “You’d have a much easier time washing their hair, and you wouldn’t need to worry about getting your clothes wet. Honestly, I don’t see why you’re so shy about it. I bathed with my daughters many times when they were younger. It’s perfectly natural.”

“But you’re their mother,” I said. “Wouldn’t it be odd for them to see their nanny naked?”

“Is it odd for you to see them naked?”

“Well, no. But that’s different.”

“Different how?”

“I… I can’t explain it very well, Victoria. It just feels like something I shouldn’t do. And it would feel at least a little awkward, having them stare at me.”

Victoria made a dismissive cluck. “You’re making too much of this, dear Doris. There’s nothing at all wrong with a bit of healthy curiosity on their part. I’m sure you haven’t failed to notice their bodies when you bathe them. Why shouldn’t they see yours?”

I wasn’t sure what my lady was getting at. “I… No… I mean… Yes, of course I can see them. But I don’t dwell on it, I’m just there to help them wash their hair and make sure they don’t get up to mischief.”

My lady snaked a soapy finger along the curve of my breasts. “Then perhaps you should take the time to look at them more closely. The human body is a wonderful thing to behold. Trust me when I tell you this: there is no shame in looking. The Church has done its best to cultivate the notion that the naked form is somehow sinful, something to be hidden away. I disagree.”

Victoria was right, of course. Despite my efforts to purge it, I remained tainted by lingering traces of Catholic guilt. Even after escaping their clutches, it proved hard to let go of my prejudices. That I was there, naked in the bath with a woman lover, proved I had overcome some of that indoctrination, but there was still progress to be made.

“You’re right,” I said after some consideration. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, is there?”

“Certainly not,” Victoria agreed, her smile warm and inviting. “And so, when you bathe the girls tonight, open your eyes.” She widened her own eyes to illustrate the point. “Take the time to admire their beauty. Each little girl is unique in that regard, like a flower. I’m sure it won’t be long before you pluck up the courage to get in with them and bathe together, as the Japanese do.”

Cupping my face, her mouth found mine, and we shared a tender kiss. Then, as it so often did, the embers of our desire began to smoulder anew, and we drifted easily into another afternoon of lovemaking.

III

When bathtime came later that evening, as it did every other day in the Shaw household, Victoria’s words from earlier stayed with me. Consequently, my usual workman-like attitude of getting Melinda and Sophia washed and shampooed gave way to a slower, more languid bathing regimen. From the moment the two girls began peeling away the layers of their clothing, I made no effort to avert my gaze.

Melinda was smooth-chested, with pale, creamy skin, the faint shadow of her ribs trailing down to barely-there hips and an adorable little bum. I caught the mere glimpse of a puffy mound and the neat pink crease that divided it, before she leapt into the large bath with a whoop.

Sophia showed the very beginnings of womanhood upon her chest, tentative peaks with little pink nipples at their centre. Her hips were wider than her younger sister’s, but she was as hairless as Melinda between her legs.

As the two girls frolicked in the water, gleefully splashing one another and arguing about who got to use the soap first, I did my best to lather their hair. I usually took great care to keep my clothing dry on these occasions, but that night, paying careful consideration to their naked forms, it didn’t seem such a matter of concern.

I carefully rinsed the soap from Sophia’s hair, then did the same for Melinda, still stealing the occasional glance at their bare bodies.

Sophia gave me a sly grin, then whispered something in her sister’s ear. The two of them began giggling.

“What’re you both conspiring about now?” I said in my best nanny voice.

“Sophia says you keep looking at us!” Melinda tactfully explained.

“Of course I’m looking at you, silly. I can’t very well wash your hair with my eyes closed, can I?”

“You’re looking at us more, though,” Sophia said.

“Am I making you feel shy, then?”

“Not me!” Sophia insisted, and to prove the point she stuck her chest out and pursed her lips at me.

Melinda seemed to find that hilarious. “We don’t care if you look.”

“Oh, what a relief!” I trilled in good-natured sarcasm, and that set the two of them laughing again.

“You should get in with us, Doris! Really, you should!” Sophia said excitedly.

Melinda pulled herself from the water and leaned towards me from the edge of the bath. “Oh, come on, Doris! It’s fun bathing together!”

I smiled and shook my head. “Not tonight, girls. But who knows? Maybe one of these evenings I will jump in with you. And then you can wash my hair for a change!”

“Hurray!” Melinda cried. “Can I be the one to do that?”

“That’s not fair! What about me?” Sophia protested. “If Melly does your hair, can I wash your back? Or…” Her eyes flickered down to my chest, cheeks colouring a little. “Or something else?”

I felt a twinge at her words, but it left me feeling uneasy. Victoria’s seed of a suggestion had taken root without my knowing, and I was seeing her girls in a wholly different light. The beauty of their bare bodies had always been there for me to appreciate, waiting for me to open my eyes. Now that beauty seemed to perfume the air, leaving me lightheaded and very warm.

Realising this was no time to dwell on such things, I reached for a towel and abruptly dried my hands. “Time to get out, girls.”

“Do we have to?” pouted little Melinda.

“We’ve not been in that long,” Sophia chimed in.

“Long enough to be squeaky clean and wrinkly as a prune,” I said, “but I’ll give you another…” I glanced at my watch. “…ten minutes. Fair enough?”

“Thank you, Doris,” a beaming Melinda replied.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy,” I told them, making my escape. “I have a couple of chores that need attending to.”

Upon leaving the bathroom, I slumped back against the door, puzzled and a little alarmed by my own feelings. My skin was tingling, my hands restless – the way I always felt before making love with Victoria. Had the sight of her little girls in the bath done that to me?

A ridiculous notion, I told myself. Why would I feel desire for children? 

I put it down to my newly liberated sexual appetite – repressed for so long, now awakened by my mistress. Like any girl fumbling her way into womanhood, a substantial portion of my brain seemed to be preoccupied with thoughts of making love. That was all well and good, but I was coming to realise that youthful desire is chaotic, often unable to discriminate between objects of lust.

That night I dreamt I was relaxing in the bath with Melinda and Sophia while they lovingly washed me, their soapy fingers exploring every part of my bare body, the two naked cherubs giggling away as they went about it. At some point in my dream, Melinda was reaching up to kiss me, her tongue shyly slipping into my mouth.

When I awoke with a start, my nightdress damp with perspiration and a throbbing heat between my legs, the dream lingered at the edge of my consciousness like an apparition. The images it harboured were undeniably compelling, yet also troubling.

IV

In the days that followed, the very air of Shadowglen seemed charged with sensuality. My love and desire for Victoria burned brightly as ever, but now I found my thoughts drifting to the girls as well, seeing them in a wholly different way. I’d always thought of the Shaw girls as pretty. Now, I truly saw that beauty; felt it resonate in my soul like a piece of much-loved music.

After bathing Sophia and Melinda on that special night, I quickly came to enjoy seeing them naked. Even the sight of the girls dressing or undressing stirred something inside me. At first I was able to convince myself there was nothing sexual about these feelings, that I appreciated their bare bodies as vessels of beauty and nothing more.

I recalled Victoria telling me every girl’s naked form was unique, like a flower. I clung fast to those words, trying to believe the interest I felt was healthy curiosity. Even then, I knew it was more than that, but managed to bury those thoughts deep inside, refusing to recognise them as mine.

This denial grew increasingly difficult to maintain with each passing night, though, thanks to eleven-year-old Sophia. She’d been quick to notice my awakened interest in their nudity, and it seemed to intrigue her. Now she seemed particularly inclined to put her body on display for me.

When I first began to supervise the girls’ bath time, she and Melinda were always quick to disrobe and climb into the tub, then promptly wrap themselves in towels upon emerging. Now, though, Sophia often lingered about in the altogether before and after her bath. Sometimes she would casually perch on the tub’s edge, or jump out and pace about, claiming the water was hotter than she liked.

I could clearly see what the little minx was doing, but wasn’t sure why. Was this a game to her? Was she angling for some kind of response? Sophia knew little when it came to matters of sex – of that I was fairly certain. Still, when she flaunted her nakedness in my presence, I couldn’t help but wonder if the feeling it gave her was sexual in nature, even if she didn’t recognise it as such. She was, after all, reaching an age when she must surely be starting to consider such things.

Then there was Becky, the eldest, who was ripening deliciously into womanhood. She hadn’t shared the bath with her sisters for a couple of years, so I had yet to glimpse her in the nude. Yet the memory of the fourteen-year-old in her underthings, so close to me in the shop changing stall, lingered, and I found myself lamenting her absence when we bathed. I tried to come up with some plausible reason that might persuade her to join us, but never had the nerve to ask. Still, I stubbornly refused to acknowledge these hidden cravings for what they really were.

What finally pushed me over the line took place a week later, the fourth night I’d bathed the girls with these ideas of Victoria’s fluttering about in my head. I’d already washed Melinda’s hair, and was now occupied with Sophia’s.

In a corner of the room there were a few rubber bath toys – mostly Melinda’s, though one of them belonged to Sophia, a smiling blue whale named Jasper. Its colours were faded and one of the flippers was missing, but she insisted on keeping the toy, occasionally bringing it into the water with her.

Her hair rinsed clean of soap, Sophia settled back into the tub with a blissful sigh, her eyes closed. When she opened them again they were fixed upon me, bright and mischievous. When the corners of her mouth curled up into a little smirk, I suspected a game was afoot.

Sure enough, a brief moment later she sat upright and announced, “We’ve not had Jasper in the bath for a good while, have we? I’m sure he’d fancy a bit of a splash about.”

I moved to fetch the toy for her, but I was too slow. Sophia emerged dripping from the water, declaring, “I’ll get it!”

What a lovely sight she was, tossing her wet hair as she padded over to the corner, her skin gleaming like a new penny. She stood before the mixed toys for a moment, then went down on both knees, bum thrust outward while she rummaged through the pile.

I nearly gasped out loud. From where I sat, I had a perfect view of her girly bits; the rosy cleft of her sex, the darker whorl of her anus. Sophia was an active girl, nearly always in motion, so what I’d seen of her privates was limited to mere glimpses. Now the child had put herself on full display… and the quick glance she gave me over her shoulder made it abundantly clear she’d done so intentionally.

I felt my face grow hot, and a deep, familiar throbbing commenced beneath my belly. I was aflame with lust, wanting nothing so much as to creep up behind Victoria’s eleven-year-old daughter and apply my tongue to her pretty pink holes, each in turn. Would she taste like her mother? I wondered. In fact, I ached to know.

Now I could no longer ignore the truth about the feelings the girls had awakened in me. My mistress had taught me to see their beauty with fresh eyes, yet I’d denied the effect that beauty had on me – or rather, refused to recognise it for what it was. Whether it was Victoria’s intention that I regard her daughters through a lens of sexuality was another matter entirely, and only added to my dilemma.

But I loved Sophia. I loved Melinda. And I wanted to be intimate with them both, I realised. To kiss their sweet mouths. To fondle their young bodies. To taste their juicy slits, even their bumholes. To teach them what their mother had taught me – how one woman can pleasure another.

All this raced through my mind as Sophia plucked the blue whale from the pile. Needless to say, the toy had been within easy reach all along. I tried to compose myself as she scampered back to the tub and leapt in. The gleam I saw in her eyes was one of triumph, but I don’t imagine she was fully aware of how she’d shaken me to the core.

“If you don’t close your mouth, Doris, you’ll swallow a fly,” Melinda said, and the two girls tittered together.

The rest of the girls’ bath was something of a blur to me, save for towelling them down afterward. This time my movements felt more like caresses, damp terrycloth the only barrier between their bare bodies and my hands.

Finally, they padded from the room, no doubt off to play. As for me, I had business of my own to attend to. I quickly tidied the bath area, then hastened down the hallway to the small water closet.

Closing and bolting the door, I hoisted up the tweed skirt I wore and tugged my knickers down and off, then sat back on the lavatory.

I wasted no time in mauling my cunt, using the palm of my hand instead of fingers, masturbating harder and more fiercely than ever before and not much caring if it hurt. Images of Sophia and Melinda spun through my mind like a crazed carousel, both girls still gloriously nude, and me nude with them.

I allowed my innermost feelings to run rampant, revelling in visions of shared ecstasy. I pictured myself kissing the girls, my tongue darting into their mouths, their lips parting to receive me.

Within seconds I was coming, a hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my hoarse cries.

Once the storm had passed, I found myself slumped against the wall, gasping for breath, wondering how my life had come to this pass.

V

Most nights, Victoria and I would come together to make love after the girls had gone to bed, usually in her room. But on that evening, my mistress was feeling poorly – she had her menses, accompanied by a rather severe headache. After dinner, she only wanted to lie quietly with a damp flannel on her forehead.

I accompanied Victoria to her room and helped her to settle in, then read to her for a while. Finally, she dismissed me with a tender kiss.

Truth be told, I didn’t mind having that particular evening to myself. I wanted time to reflect on the feelings I had for Victoria’s daughters – all three of them.

Returning to my room, I stripped naked, then crawled beneath the cool sheets of the bed.

That afternoon, I’d brought myself off hard and fast in the stuffy confines of the water closet. Now, I would take my time, play my body like the divine instrument of pleasure it was. I would allow the images to come freely this time, place no boundaries on the fantasies my mind chose to conjure, letting them churn and swirl and percolate. And all the while, my thoughts would be of Melinda, Sophia and Becky.

Closing my eyes, I pictured the two youngest in bed with me, deciding to bring their big sister into the fantasy later. My little angels were nude, of course, and ready to play a new, very different game.

In the prism of my aroused mind I indulged in every conceivable sexual delight with Melinda and Sophia, all the skills I’d mastered under Victoria’s tutelage, and others of my own perverted imaginings, coming into play. Nothing was forbidden to me. I kissed, fondled, smelled, nibbled and tasted my young lovers, making music of their ecstatic whimpers and cries.

They taunted me with wicked smiles and open legs, bare vaginas displayed as exquisite offerings, prised apart with little fingers. And while I made love to the girls in my imagination, I did the same to myself in the here and now, spinning and weaving a tapestry of ecstasy upon the hot moist loom of my cunt. Again and again I brought myself to the very edge of release, pausing at the last moment, then retreating once more to begin another ascent.

Eventually, my body throbbing and slick with perspiration, I summoned up Becky, picturing Victoria’s eldest gazing at me in unconcealed lust as I stood naked before her. She allowed me to remove her clothing – her underthings exactly as they had been that day in the narrow confines of the shop changing booth – then we came together as lovers.

I was fingering my clitoris, charging headlong toward the precipice, ready to come. The final vision I invoked, the one that would bring me to that place of release, was Becky and I head to tail, each feasting upon the cunt of the other.

The storm seemed to brood inside me, deepening, steadily growing, soon to explode. When my climax arrived, it shook me until my teeth rattled, but still I kept going, my wrist and arm pumping wildly until I was coming a second time. I rode it as hard and as far as it could go, until my strength suddenly gave out.

For no real reason, I found myself crying in the aftermath. Why? I had no idea. Perhaps a physical release of that intensity had to have an emotional equivalent as well.

My tears quickly passed, replaced by a satisfying weariness. By then, the sheets were sodden, and I was still glazed in perspiration myself. So I simply covered them with the blanket, stretched out on top of it and dozed off.

VI

The next morning, I was caught up in what almost felt like a fever – lightheaded, pulse racing, unsteady on my feet and clumsy-handed. In truth, I was consumed by helpless lust, assailed by memories of the night before.

While I prepared myself for the new day, standing nude before the bathroom mirror as I washed my face and body at the sink, the passing of the sponge over my breasts and sex were exquisite torture.

The temptation to masturbate was fierce, but more than that, my soul cried out for the hands, mouth, and body of Victoria. I prayed to whatever dark god I now served that my mistress was in better spirits, her headache gone. Quickly dressing, I hastened down to breakfast.

My heart leapt with joy when Victoria appeared at the dining table, smiling and rosy-cheeked. Soon, the three girls were filing into the room. We exchanged morning greetings before seating ourselves and tucking in to bacon and eggs.

That hunger for release continued to simmer inside me as we ate and chatted; enough that I was scarcely able to hold up my end of the conversation. Somehow I got through the meal, then hurried Melinda and Sophia upstairs to ready them for school.

It took more than an hour before I was able to get Victoria on her own. I found my lady in the front parlour, arranging posies in a fluted glass vase. She glanced up at me, her eyes widening at what she saw. By then, my hunger for her was honed to a razor-sharp edge that must have been immediately apparent.

This time, I seized the initiative, moving toward her with a determined stride, taking the woman in my arms and claiming her mouth in a hard, fiery kiss. She swayed slightly, relaxing in my embrace, allowing me to claim her. Then I felt fingers unhooking my skirt.

We coupled like animals on the parlour floor, the cold, hard tiles a distant concern in the heat of the wild passion that demanded tribute.

Victoria urged me on breathlessly, each uttered obscenity invoked like the words of some forbidden spell. “Fuck me, Doris. Fuck me!”

I gave my mistress what she wanted, breath hissing through my clenched teeth as I thrust two fingers in and out of her cunt. She was juicy as a ripe peach, and my hand was soon slick with her essence.

I felt intoxicated by a sense of brute power that surged through my body like electricity. Soon enough, I found myself responding to her entreaties, my voice a husky growl. “Is this what you want, Victoria? Mmm? Do you like it when I fuck you this way?”

When Victoria spent, her cries seemed to reverberate through Shadowglen. By then, my own arousal was so intense that I came with her, simply by the act of pressing my thighs together. A violent tremor rippled through me, until we both yielded to exhaustion, sprawled upon the floor and gasping for breath.

In the past, Victoria and I seldom lingered together for very long once we’d taken our pleasure. I suppose once that lustful fire had run its course, there was the matter of returning to our designated roles of mistress and servant. In bed we are equals, she’d told me, and I didn’t doubt her sincerity, but I still felt a hint of awkwardness when things returned to their usual status.

This time was different. Victoria stood and offered her hand, helping me to my feet, then leading me to the large sofa, where we stretched out, nestled in each other’s arms. There we relaxed for a long, lovely while. Few words were spoken – somehow, they weren’t needed. But we did share lazy caresses and the occasional kiss.

Yet again, I felt the longing to bare my soul, to tell Victoria how desperately I adored her. And once more, I held my tongue. This moment was one of such unalloyed bliss that I couldn’t allow myself to run the risk of spoiling it by declaring a love that must surely be unrequited.

A strand of melancholy wound its way through my soul at the thought of that looming day when the bliss I’d found at Shadowglen might be snatched from me. But I forced it from my mind, determined to savour this moment of happiness with the woman I loved.

Eventually, Victoria began to stir. “We’d best get dressed,” she murmured, peering at the grandfather clock. “Mrs. Broomfield will be here soon.”

We slipped our clothes back on in silence, then Victoria caught me by surprise, twining her arms around my waist from behind, her lips brushing my neck. I gasped, overwhelmed by a surge of renewed desire. Turning around in my lady’s embrace, I sought her mouth with mine.

At that instant, I wanted nothing more than to enjoy Victoria again. But afternoon was upon us, the cook’s arrival imminent. So when we finally parted, I gave my lady a nod and left the room, making my way down to the kitchen to convey instructions for the evening meal to Mrs. Broomfield, my mind a crazy-quilt jumble of emotions.

VII

That day proved to be a happy turning point in my relationship with Mrs. Shaw.

Victoria had always been kind, but now there was a warmth to our day-to-day dealings that nearly undid me. There were many more casual touches when in the presence of the girls, her hand brushing an arm or a shoulder in ways that never failed to quicken my pulse. Then there were the looks she gave me, looks that spoke of much more than the polite, warm consideration I was accustomed to. There was a kind of newfound fascination to my lady’s regard, as if she were truly seeing me for the first time.

And when it was just the two of us, my mistress seemed capable of anything. I could be dusting the shelves, making the beds, even reading quietly in the study, and Victoria would steal upon me like a mischievous pixie, claiming me with a kiss upon the neck. Other times she would stalk me like a beast of prey, her eyes burning into mine. Then she might bury her face in my hair, cup my breasts, crush her mouth to mine in a ravenous kiss, or draw me into her arms for the gentlest of hugs.

One quiet afternoon I was lost in a reverie whilst washing dishes, the lazy sun spilling gold through the window. Before I knew what was what, Victoria had crept up from behind, hoisted my skirt with a sharp tug and thrust a hand down into the back of my knickers. I nearly swooned, my choked cry ringing through the kitchen as she thrust her fingers into my cunt, causing me to spend within seconds. After regaining my breath, I went to my knees, backed Victoria against the sink and parted her house dress to find my lady stark naked. Without a word, I buried my mouth in her dark curls and feasted on the syrupy flesh until she came.

There was a distinctive difference in our lovemaking, too. The act itself was astonishing as ever, but now we spent more time basking in passion’s aftermath, entwined skin to skin, gazing into one another’s eyes, taking pleasure in each other’s company.

We spent more time together outside the bedroom, too. When the day’s chores were done, sometimes with Victoria lending a hand, she and I would adjourn to her study and spend a quiet hour reading, though it could be difficult to focus on our books if our desire had yet to run its course that day. Our literary pursuits might be discarded in favour of a heated fuck on the rug, our clothes scattered willy-nilly.

On days when the weather was pleasant and the girls at school, Victoria would sometimes invite me to relax with her in the beautifully kept gardens of Shadowglen. Old Mr. Farnsworth came several days a week to maintain the grounds; otherwise, we were assured of perfect privacy.

There was one particularly lovely spot near an ancient oak that we liked best of all. I would fetch something to nibble from the kitchen, she would choose a bottle of wine from her generous cellar, and together we’d leave the house by the back door, making our way to the grand old tree. There we would spread a blanket, then enjoy a light snack and a few glasses of noble vintage before undressing and making love.

The wine and the pleasure we shared never failed to leave me lightheaded; then again, I seemed to be in a constant state of intoxication, overwhelmed by my love of Victoria, as well as the secret attraction I had for her daughters. I tried to savour these joys while I was able, doing my best not to think about my time at Shadowglen winding down to its inevitable end.

Come what may, at least I’ve tasted true happiness, I told myself. In this life, precious few get even that much.

On to Chapter Five!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann especially recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They’re in bed and making love when Ann glances up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette doesn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann is mesmerised — and turned on, in spite of herself.

The next day, Ann is approached by Coralie. who briefly exposes herself, then admits that she is attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann is shocked, but promises to keep the girl’s secret.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

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by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Blurred images swirled around Ann Clark’s head as the night’s fitful sleep ebbed away. As they began to sharpen, she saw the face of Colette, her Parisienne friend and lesbian mentor. As the images became clearer still, memories of that incredible night came faster, finally freezing on the image of Colette’s eleven-year-old daughter, touching her immature slit as she watched her mother and Ann make love.

The morning light began to filter through her eyelids, and her ears picked up the chatter of birds in the tree outside the bedroom window, followed by the faint sounds of a waking household. As her limbs began their slow waking stretch and her eyes fluttered open, Ann’s usual languid awakening was interrupted by the sudden opening of her door, followed by the jolt of someone jumping onto the bed.

A child’s cheerful voice exclaimed, “Morning, Nonna!”

Ann rubbed her eyes, but even before she could fully focus on the figure, she knew who it was. “Hello, Poppet. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight o’clock. Mummy’s making breakfast, an’ I didn’t want you to not get any.”

As Ann got her first look at the girl, she noticed Poppy wasn’t looking at her face, but lower. Glancing down, she realised the quilt was rolled back, leaving her breasts fully exposed. Oh, bugger, she thought, quickly covering herself.

Poppy studied her grandmother with interest, “How come you’re not wearing a nightie, Nonna?”

“Oh… I was hot last night.”

Before her seven-year-old inquisitor could ask another question, Jessica entered the room, then folded her arms at the sight of her daughter. “Poppy, let your gran wake up before you jump all over her!”

“I didn’t jump all over her, Mummy!” Poppy protested. “I sat down next to her.”

“All right, all right. Go wash your face, sweetie, then go downstairs for breakfast.”

“Okay. Bye, Nonna!” the little girl chirped, then skipped off to her room.

Jess turned to her mother. “Sorry, Mum. She can be a bit of a handful…”

“Don’t you dare apologise, Jess. It feels so good to be back with you and the girls. The cruise was lovely, but I missed my family.”

“And we missed you,” Jessica murmured, gazing fondly at her mother. “Remember, I’m taking Alice and Katie to the dentist this morning, so you’ll have Poppy all to yourself.” She chuckled. “You’ll probably be begging to go home after a couple of hours trying to keep that one entertained!”

“Oh, you go get your other two sorted out. I’m sure we’ll have fun.”

Jessica glanced back at the bathroom doorway as Poppy went inside. Yes, but what kind of fun does my youngest want to have? I swear, that girl’s up to something.

“All right, then, Mum. Breakfast is ready whenever you are.” With that, Jess left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Ann lay back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, her thoughts returning to Colette and her little girl Coralie.

The end of the cruise was an epiphany for Ann, a change of lifestyle that had never crossed her mind until the evening she’d spent with Gina before her holiday. Now, though, her mind seemed to dwell obsessively on the subject of sex with women. She almost fell back into a dreamy sleep as she recalled the pleasures Colette had bestowed upon her, opening new possibilities that she was eager to explore.

The one firm decision she’d made was to spend more time enjoying life… and waking up next to a lover for the first time in five years had been a huge step in the right direction. The fact that her bed partner was another woman only expanded her options.

Shaking her head in awe, Ann wondered, Do women my age really decide to become lesbians?

Then again, does age have anything to do with it? Both my daughters are gay, my eldest granddaughter has a girlfriend, and I’m giving serious consideration to giving up men. Either there’s something in the water, or there’s a hereditary gene in the family. Even Katie and Poppy said they were more interested in girls than boys…

A gleeful shout from the hallway snapped her back to reality. Putting the pleasant memories and the internal debate about her sexuality aside for the moment, Ann threw back the quilt and swung her legs to the floor. Going to the dressing table, she picked up the satin nightie she’d draped over the back of the chair and put it on, followed by the dressing gown hanging behind the door and her slippers. After a quick face wash and brush of her hair in the bathroom between her room and Poppy’s, she went downstairs to join the others for breakfast.

As she drank the steaming filter coffee, she basked in the familiar, joyous cacophony of three young girls talking at once. Jess noticed, and said, “What are you smiling at, Mum?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about how much I missed this. It was mostly very quiet on the cruise except for the hum of the engines, but sitting here with three crazy granddaughters all trying to talk over each other about things I haven’t got a clue about is… well, it’s nice to be back in the real world.”

“We’re glad you are too.” She turned to her daughters. “Alice, Katie, you two need to get showered and dressed. Mum, don’t you want anything for breakfast besides coffee?”

“No, thank you, dear, this is fine. I’ll have a bath in a little while. How soon do you need to leave?”

Jess glanced at her watch. “In just under an hour, then after the dentist I just need to pop into the shop for a few minutes, if that’s okay.”

“Take as long as you like, dear. Poppy and I will find something to do.”

As Jess turned to the sink to start washing up, she made a note to have a word with her youngest once she returned from the dentist. Time to remind my little sexpot what we discussed the other night.

After breakfast, Ann decided to sit in the garden for a while before it got too hot. She refilled her coffee cup before picking up one of Jessica’s fashion magazines from the living room. As she sat reading at the bistro table, flicking through the pages, it suddenly occurred to her that she was lingering on the model spreads instead of perusing articles as she normally did. She was especially taken with a series of photos featuring two girls draped over each other in contrasting evening wear and lingerie. Something about their poses hinted that the girls were playing out a scenario of seduction.

Ann stared at one particular shot where the girl in lingerie was giving the camera a tantalising glimpse of her breasts. God, she’s lovely. Suddenly irked, she tossed the magazine onto the table. Is this my life now… staring at women everywhere I go?

A few minutes later, Poppy came out to the garden to join her gran, a book under her arm. Taking a chair next to Ann, she leafed through the book, occasionally making small talk, sometimes asking random questions.

Before long Jess came out to say, “Okay, we’re off. Mum, I’ll pick up a couple of bits from the supermarket for lunch, so we’ll probably be out for a couple of hours. Poppy, be good for your gran.”

Poppy stared up at her mother with a look of complete innocence. “But Mum… I’m always good.”

Aren’t you just! “Hmm… I just might beg to differ, young lady.” Giving her mother and daughter a wave, Jess went back indoors. A couple of minutes later, Ann and Poppy heard the family car exit the garage.

After reading for a while, Ann put her magazine to one side. She glanced up, then her attention was captured by the sight of a few dead flower heads in the garden. Clucking her tongue, she got to her feet. “Poppy, dear… can you please get the key to the shed from the kitchen drawer?”

“Sure, Nonna!” And the child scurried into the house.

Ann and her husband had helped build Jessica’s garden, as well as their own. Since Richard’s death, she’d employed a local man to keep hers in shape. Jess occasionally put some time in on hers, but it was clear that she hadn’t touched it in a month, at least.

Perfect, Ann told herself as Poppy came racing back, the key in hand. Exactly what I feel like doing right now.

After a brief search in the shed, Ann located the pruning shears, a pair of canvas gloves and a bucket. “There we are,” she murmured. Emerging into the sunlight, she beamed at her granddaughter. “Want to be your gran’s gardening assistant?”

“Yes!” Poppy exclaimed, snapping to attention. “Assistant Garden Girl Poppy, reporting for duty!”

“Well done!” a pleased Ann replied. “Let’s have at it, then.”

For the next half hour or so, Poppy accompanied her grandmother round the garden as Ann deadheaded flowers, tidied up stems and trimmed back brambles, sharing her plant lore with the child along the way. Poppy carried the bucket, which she filled with the cuttings and dead flower heads.

Finally depositing the detritus in the garden bin, Ann returned her gear to the shed, then she and Poppy went inside and washed their hands. Pouring themselves glasses of ice water, they wandered into the family room to relax. Poppy switched on the TV, then sprawled out on the floor to watch cartoons, while Ann seated herself on the sofa and picked up a coffee table book of David Hockney paintings to peruse.

A few minutes later, Ann noticed her granddaughter was wriggling a little. On the verge of asking Poppy if she was all right, the words froze in her mouth at what she saw. The child’s skirt had ridden up far enough to reveal that she’d gone without knickers.

From where she sat, Ann had a clear view of the child’s bare bum beneath her short skirt… and when Poppy spread her legs a bit, it became instantly apparent that she was masturbating. Ann could only stare in disbelief as she watched the little girl stroke her bare slit with two fingers.

Ann knew she ought to ask Poppy what she was doing and why she was naked beneath her skirt… but she hesitated instead, shocked but mesmerised by the sight of her seven-year-old granddaughter touching herself so openly. It brought back the memory of Colette’s child Coralie, standing in the doorway, fingering her immature sex as she watched her mum fuck another woman.

These combined images sent a delicious shiver through Ann’s body, a shiver that felt far too close to arousal for her liking. Flustered, she was unable to prevent a tiny squeak from escaping her throat. Poppy looked back over her shoulder, but Ann managed to compose herself quickly, turning the sound into a cough.

Returning the Hockney book to the table, Ann rose on unsteady legs, avoiding her granddaughter’s gaze. “Poppy dear, I… I think I’ll have a bath. I’ll be back down soon.”

“Okay, Nonna.”

As Ann made her way toward the stairs, glancing back to see Poppy still on her tummy, now with both elbows on the floor, chin resting in her palms. She got another shock, though, when she noticed that her little poppet was sucking on the fingers that had just been caressing her sex.

If she’d caught sight of the reflection in the mirrored door of a nearby cabinet, Ann might have seen a satisfied smile on her granddaughter’s face.

***

After running the water for the bath, Ann went to her room to change back into her dressing gown and collect her bath things. Returning to the bathroom, she hung up her robe and closed the door, then decided to leave it slightly open in case Poppy called for her.

She poured a measure of citrus-scented bubble bath into the water, then swished it around. When the bath was filled and the water temperature ideal, she carefully stepped into the tub and lay back, basking in the soothing heat.

With little else to occupy her thoughts, Ann allowed herself to return to the image of her masturbating granddaughter, but the child’s face kept switching between that of Poppy and Coralie. She recalled her conversation with the beautiful little French girl when Colette had left them alone, and Coralie had confessed to harbouring a sexual attraction to her own mother.

Now Ann wondered if Coralie had ever summoned up the courage to act on that desire. She pictured the eleven-year-old standing before her mum, dress raised to expose her smooth sex, whispering, “I love you, Maman.”

Truth be told, Ann felt a certain measure of guilt for not having discouraged Coralie from lusting after her mother. It’s what she was supposed to have done, that much was certain. But for some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, the girl’s incestuous longing didn’t disturb her as much as it ought to have done.

Obviously, they shouldn’t have sex, Ann told herself. But there is something sweet, even touching about a young girl loving her mummy that much. She just wants their relationship to be… more. Colette just has to gently tell Coralie it’s good for mothers and daughters to be close, but not to the point of becoming lovers.

Would Colette actually do that, though – tell Coralie no? Ann then wondered. She’s such a sexual creature… bold as brass, that one. Is there a chance she’d give in, let her little girl have what she wanted?

A new image flashed like lightning in her mind, one too intense to be pushed away before it materialised. They were on the cruise again, in Colette’s cabin… but this time Ann was the voyeur, watching Coralie make love to her mother, fondling her cunt to the sight. And rather than feeling appalled, Ann found herself shivering with arousal, despite the warmth of the bath water.

I shouldn’t… Bloody hell, I really shouldn’t.

But Ann’s hand was already on the move. She let it glide up and down her left thigh, then the right before pressing it against her throbbing vulva. With the other hand, she cupped a breast, her thumb rolling over a nipple until it stiffened.

Yet again, Ann found herself caught up in the memory of that first night with Colette, when her lover’s little girl had watched them fuck. There it was, that image of Coralie fingering her childish sex as she watched Ann and her mum engaging in mutual cunnilingus.

I really shouldn’t be thinking about that, Ann told herself, even as she curved a finger into her vagina. StilI, I wonder… why does it excite me?

She wanted to believe it was all about the thrill of having a witness to her lewd behaviour. It’s not because I was being watched by an eleven-year-old girl. And it’s not because the girl in question was having lustful thoughts about me… and her mother.

Still, Ann wondered what it would be like for a mother and daughter to make love. She imagined Coralie standing in the doorway, just as she was on that night… only this time, the girl let her nightie fall to the floor to reveal her naked form. Padding over to where her mum and Ann were nestled in each other’s arms, she climbed into bed to join the older lovers.

This was a dirty, perverse, utterly immoral fantasy, and against her better judgement, Ann was caught up in it, probing her vagina with two fingers as her imagination ran rampant.

She pictured Colette sitting up to smile at her daughter. “Mon précieux petite fille,” she whispered, then gave the girl a tender kiss that quickly grew heated.

They finally parted, and Coralie turned to Ann with a bashful smile. “May I kiss you now?”

Submitting to this crazy fantasy, Ann slowly nodded. The child slowly approached, her lips parting…

Then, out of nowhere, Coralie’s face then switched to that of Poppy.

The effect was like an ice-cold slap in the face. Ann jerked upright in the tub, abruptly withdrawing her fingers from her vagina. For heaven’s sake! she thought, appalled by the depraved turn her mind had taken.

Opening her eyes, she gasped when she saw that, as if sent by some mischievous sprite, Poppy had entered the room and was standing next to the tub. “Hi, Nonna!” she exclaimed.

“Goodness, Poppy! You startled me. It’s always best to knock before you enter a bathroom, you know. Er, what is it, dear?”

Hugging herself, the child said, “Mummy said I should have a bath. Can I get in with you?”

At that particular juncture, Poppy’s proposal didn’t seem like the best idea. “Wouldn’t you rather wait? I can run you a fresh bath when I’ve finished.”

“But I’d rather take a bath with you, Nonna!” Poppy replied, beaming at her gran. “It’ll be fun! We can wash each other’s backs. ‘Sides, it’ll save water. My teacher says that’s a good thing!”

She’d always found it difficult to say no to her granddaughters. “Erm, yes… well, in that case, I suppose you can.”

“Yay! Thanks, Gran.” And before Ann could formulate some kind of reply, Poppy shrugged out of her Spice Girls tee, which she placed on the toilet, then unfastened and removed her denim skirt. The child was already barefoot, so this left her completely naked. Fetching herself a clean towel from the airing cupboard and putting it with Ann’s, Poppy carefully climbed into the tub, lifting her leg over the edge.

In spite of herself, Ann found her gaze drawn between Poppy’s legs, a twinge of warmth passing through her at the sight of her granddaughter’s bare slit. Shocked, she gave her head a tiny shake in an attempt to purge these bizarre thoughts.

Poppy tested the water with her foot before bringing her other leg over. She stood facing her gran for a couple of heartbeats before slowly lowering herself into the water. Reaching for a sponge, she immersed it in the tub, then squeezed the warm water over her shoulders.

Studying the child for a moment, Ann reassured herself. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s all to do with these new feelings you have for women. You’ve been noticing beautiful females more and more of late, so why shouldn’t you notice beautiful little girls as well? Poppy is a lovely child, utterly exquisite… but that certainly doesn’t mean you’re having inappropriate ideas about her!

Still, Ann found it somewhat unsettling to see such a young girl as a sexual creature. But that kind of thing seemed to be happening regularly of late. First, there was the lewd display Coralie had put on for her that night of the cruise. Then Alice, her twelve-year-old granddaughter, had got herself into a lesbian relationship with her best friend Bella. And minutes ago, she’d watched little Poppy masturbate.

It’s a strange coincidence, that’s for certain… When I was that age, I barely knew what sex was!

Just then, Poppy broke into Ann’s reverie. “Nonna? Can you wash my back, please?” The child was peering up at her gran, a soapy sponge clutched in her right hand.

Toying with Poppy’s bright red hair, Ann murmured, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done that for you, sweetheart. A few years, at least!”

“I like it!” said the seven-year-old. “If you lived with us, we could take baths together all the time.”

“Well, yes, that would be nice… I must say, though, you’re getting a bit big to have someone bathe you.”

“But it’s so much better if there’s someone else in the tub,” Poppy declared. “Me and Katie love to take our baths together. She washes me all over!”

Ann’s reply died on her lips. She stared at the child. Wait a minute, is she saying… Oh, don’t be ridiculous, woman. You can’t make every single, solitary thing about sex!

Taking a deep breath, she said, “All right, dear… Turn around, and I’ll wash your back.”

Handing Ann the sponge, Poppy swivelled round until she was seated between her gran’s legs. Despite having bathed all her granddaughters when they were little, Ann felt somewhat flustered this time. She briefly closed her eyes, then began soaping the little girl.

Once she’d finished sponging and rinsing off the suds, Poppy suddenly stood up, then turned around. “Can you do my front, Nonna?”

That was farther than Ann cared to go. “I think you’re big enough to wash yourself there, sweetheart.”

“But I saw a film about Queen Cleopatra… and she had a bath in milk with maids washing her! Can we maybe pretend I’m the queen, just this once? Pretty please?”

That bashful smile, those plaintive eyes… Once again, Ann found herself incapable of refusing Poppy’s wishes. “Well, your highness, I suppose if it’s good enough for Cleopatra, it’s good enough for you.”

Dipping the sponge into the water, Ann drizzled it with soap, then began to lather her granddaughter’s upper half. She tried not to linger on any one part, at least.

Poppy gave a tiny squeal when the sponge swept over her nipples… then, when Gran briefly soaped her slit,  she sighed, “This is so nice, Nonna. I wish you could give me all my baths.”

Ann had to admit that she was enjoying this too, yet it felt distinctly different from the satisfaction she got bathing her daughters and granddaughters when they were much younger. Of course, I wasn’t actually stark naked and in the bath with them at the time. 

There’s one other big difference between then and now: I wasn’t having sex with women in those days, or toying with the idea that I’m gay. But that’s got nothing to do with this, nothing at all! I’m just giving Poppy a bath, the same way I did when she was little.

Turning away from her grandmother, Poppy presented her pert buttocks to Ann. “Wash my bum, Nonna. You didn’t do that bit yet… ‘cos I was sitting on it!” She gave a gleeful laugh, grinning over a shoulder as she worked her hips from side to side.

Dipping the sponge in the bathwater, Ann frowned. Poppy’s behaving so strangely… almost as if she’s flirting with me. Or maybe she’s only pretending to flirt.

She began to apply soap to her granddaughter’s bottom and the backs of Poppy’s thighs, still wondering about the child’s odd behaviour. Could she be attracted to other girls? Or even women? No. that’s silly, she’s only seven. I doubt she’s interested in much more than kissing, if even that.

Patting Poppy’s hip, Ann murmured, “There, dearest. I’d say you’ve been washed to a fare-thee-well. Now sit back down, and we’ll get all that soap rinsed off.”

Poppy obligingly seated herself, and Ann gently splashed water over the little girl’s shoulders. “And there you are, love – shiny and bright as a new penny.”

Spinning around to face her gran, Poppy reached for the bottle of bath soap. “Now I’ll wash you, Nonna!”

Taken aback, Ann stammered. “You d-don’t have to do that! Come on, sweetie… let’s get out before the water goes cold.”

“The child gave her head a firm shake. “We can’t, not yet – you have to take your turn being Cleopatra! That’s the game.”

Before Ann could form a coherent reply, Poppy clambered onto the edge of the bath, then reached out to apply a handful of creamy lather to her grandmother’s chest.

Brow furrowed, concentrating on her task, Poppy coated Ann’s breasts with soap, pausing to say, “Lift your arms, Nonna… then I can wash under ‘em.” As if she was the child and Poppy the adult, Ann meekly did as asked.

Poppy moved closer, smearing lather under Ann’s arms, then circling both hands over and around her gran’s generous breasts, murmuring, “Nice… and… clean.” Once Ann’s chest was soaped to her satisfaction, the child used handfuls of bathwater to rinse the suds away. That task accomplished, Poppy sat back and studied her grandmother’s breasts, then down at her own thin frame.

Pulling on her nipples, she looked up at her gran. “Nonna, do you think I’ll ever have big boobies like yours?”

Ann had to smile. “Well, I suppose you might when you’re older. To be honest, though, having big breasts isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They can really limit your movements… and if they’re especially heavy, you can develop back problems. Oh, and they do tend to droop when you get to be my age.”

“But yours aren’t like that.” As she spoke, Poppy surprised Ann by reaching out to lift her grandmother’s breasts with both hands, as if testing their heft.

Ann was momentarily lost for words, but managed to recover. “Mine aren’t so very big, sweetie. Come on now, let’s get out of this tub and dried off before we start looking like two wrinkled prunes.” She carefully got to her feet, then plucked her towel from the rack.

“Okay.” Poppy reached behind to pull out the plug, then stood up to reach for her own towel. She wrapped it round herself, then studied her grandmother’s nudity.

Noticing Poppy gazing at her vulva, Ann asked the child, “What are you looking at, dear?”

“You’ve got red hair down there, too.”

“What? Oh, yes, that’s how it usually is. ‘The carpet matches the drapes’, that’s how some people put it.”

“So that means I’ll have red hair down there too, huh?”

“I’d imagine so, sweetheart.”

“But when will it happen?” With that question, Poppy opened her towel and cupped her mons, tracing the slit with a finger as if feeling for a trace of pubes. Ann shivered, the sight immediately reminding her of Coralie, and when she’d watched that beautiful little girl masturbate.

“About four years or so. It will come when it comes, don’t worry yourself about it.”

“Yours is awfully short, Nonna. Do you get it cut when you visit the hairdresser?”

“No, no,” Ann laughed, amused by an image of Siobhan, the sweet, shy Catholic girl who did her hair. Wonder what she’d say if I sat down, flipped up my skirt to show her my wicked bits and said, ‘Just take a little off the top, love.’ Tousling Poppy’s hair, Ann told the girl, “Actually, I do it myself with an electric trimmer.”

“Cool! You should make it into a nice shape like a heart.”

“Erm, yes, I suppose that would look nice. But come on now, let’s get you dried and dressed before you catch your death of cold.”

Ann wrapped the towel tightly round her body, tucking in the front before emerging from the bath, then reaching in to help her granddaughter climb out. As they dried themselves, Ann was thankful that Poppy made no further observations or asked any more awkward questions about their bodies, but she did feel a bit self-conscious when Poppy seated herself on the toilet lid and watched as Ann applied lotion to her legs.

As she placed one foot on the edge of the bath, Ann was unaware that Poppy was fighting an urge to reach out and slide a finger along the exposed crease of her grandmother’s sex, peeking from beneath the towel.

After sending Poppy off to her room to get dressed, Ann cleaned the bath, then returned to the guest room. Feeling an urge to make herself especially attractive, she chose a robin’s-egg dress that displayed her trim figure to impressive effect, along with the same silken bra and panties she’d worn for Colette the last time they made love. Before dressing, she stood naked before the mirror, appraising her body from front and back. “You’ll do,” she murmured.

She went downstairs to the living room, where Poppy was on the sofa, perusing a storybook. The child glanced up, giving her gran a dazzling smile. “Hi, Nonna! Are you going to read your book some more? I wanted to keep you company, so I got a book, too!” She brandished a colourful volume.

Such a delightful girl. “Let me fix a coffee, and I’ll join you,” Ann said, heading toward the kitchen, “Care for a lemon squash, dear?”

“Yes, please!” Poppy exclaimed.

A few minutes later, grandmother and child sat side by side with their respective books and beverages. At one point, Poppy hugged her knees to her chest, and Ann was pleased to see that she was now wearing knickers. Thank goodness, she told herself, not sure why she felt so relieved.

Thirty minutes later, Jessica returned with the girls.

While Alice and Katie changed into their house clothes, Poppy took to the kitchen with Jess and Ann to assist with making sandwiches for afternoon tea.

Jessica looked from her daughter to her mother. “So… did Poppy behave herself, Mum?”

“Of course she did!”

Poppy smiled innocently, but Jess was all too familiar with that smile. It meant her little girl had been up to mischief no one knew about. “See, Mum? Told you I’d be good.”

“So it seems, young lady. Let’s hope you behave on Friday while Mummy Rachel and I are away. Bella and Cindy are staying the night, so Auntie Laura is coming by to act as reinforcement for your gran.”

“Sounds like fun!” Poppy exclaimed.

Jess placed the last sandwich on a plate. “There we are. Go tell your sisters it’s time for tea.”

“Okay!” Off she went, bounding up the stairs.

Turning to Ann, Jess said, “Thanks for looking after her, Mum. Poppy can be a handful. Did I have that much energy when I was her age?”

“You might’ve done, actually. And I’m always happy to spend time with the girls, you know that. Poppy is the most delightful child. She helped me out in the garden, we had a nice bath, then we sat quietly and read for a while.”

“Wait, Mum – did you say we had a bath?”

“Yes, dear. It’s been a long time since I’ve bathed the girls, let alone being in the tub with them. It was just like when Poppy was a toddler.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You got in with her? Whose idea was that?”

“Well, I was having my own bath when Poppy came in and asked if she could join me. She said it was a good way to save water.”

“I suppose… but that doesn’t mean she ought to interrupt you while you’re relaxing.”

“Oh, it was fine. It has been ages since Poppy saw me nude, I suppose. She was very curious about my body – you know, wondering what she’d look like one day.”

That little minx! Jess thought. “What did she ask about?”

“It was funny; she wanted to know if her breasts will be as big as mine, and if her pubic hair would be the same shade of red.”

“Well, you know how curious she is,” Jess said, trying not to let her irritation show. I specifically told Poppy and her sisters to leave seducing their gran to Laura and me… what part of that didn’t she understand? I’ll be having a word with her later. She sighed. I swear, we’ve turned that girl into a sex fiend. Thank Christ Laura will be here tomorrow night to keep her in line.

***

Later that night, Jessica made sure she was the one who tucked Poppy in. As the seven-year-old stripped off to get into the large t-shirt she favoured as a nightie, Jess stood there with arms folded, frowning.

“So, what’s all this about you interrupting your gran’s bath, Poppy? What are you up to?”

There it was again – that wide-eyed look of perfect innocence. “I haven’t seen Nonna for a long time, Mummy. I just wanted to take a bath with her, like when I was little.”

“Is that so? And you weren’t trying to get her into bed?”

A hint of colour appeared in Poppy’s cheeks. “Well… I do want to fuck Nomma, but I didn’t say so, Mummy. I just wanted her to see me with no clothes on.” She giggled. “I think she liked that, too… I sure liked seeing her! She has the nicest titties!”

Rolling her eyes, Jess said, “Well, your gran didn’t seem to suss out what you were doing, so I guess you aren’t in trouble… this time, anyway. But no more games, okay? You and your sisters need to let us grownups handle this. Understand?”

Poppy nodded, then gave Jess a bashful glance. “Mummy?”

“What, sweetie?”

“Can I get a kiss? A sexy kiss?”

Nibbling her lower lip, Jess gazed longingly at her daughter. Poppy was still naked, pyjamas draped over her arm, wearing that angelic smile that was guaranteed to fire Jessica’s lust.

An all-too familiar longing was making itself known, pulsing beneath her belly. Because of Ann’s visit, she’d not made love to any of the girls – hers or Rachel’s – for nearly a week. For that matter, she and Rachel hadn’t fucked in longer than that.

“We shouldn’t be having any kind of sex, Poppy,” Jess said. “I know it’s difficult, but we can’t have your gran catch us. Once she goes home, I’ll lick that sweet pussy of yours until you beg me to quit.”

“Just a kiss, Mummy. Please?”

The yearning Jessica saw in her seven-year-old’s eyes would have melted a far colder heart than hers. Going down on her knees, she drew Poppy into a loving embrace. “I’m not sure you even deserve a kiss, not after that stunt you pulled with your gran,” Jess said. “You’re lucky I’ve got such a kindly nature.”

She grazed the child’s ear with a feather-light kiss, then nuzzled her neck. “Oh… oh, yes, Mummy,” Poppy cooed, now shivering with excitement.

Their lips met, and Poppy was quick to respond, her tongue darting into Mummy’s mouth. Jess was quick to respond, and their kiss grew heated and fervent.

Unable to restrain herself, Jess cupped the seven-year-old’s arse, slipping a finger between the soft cheeks to stroke her rosebud.

“Oh, Mummy,” Poppy whispered as their mouths drifted apart, “I miss us making love.”

“I miss it too,” sighed Jess. “It’s just been a couple of days, though. Be patient, sweetie.”

“I’m trying, really I am… but it’s hard, Mummy.” She giggled. “Just seeing your bottom when you make breakfast… I want to raise your nightie, take your knickers down and kiss it!”

Jess was immediately reminded of an incident a few weeks earlier, when Poppy had done that very thing. The child, still in her nightwear – a long t-shirt with nothing underneath – crept up to Jess while she was buttering toast, tugged her panties down, then bent Mummy over the kitchen counter and licked both her holes. Hearing their mother’s moans from the living room, Katie and Alice hastened to join the fun. Soon the girls had Jessica stretched out atop the dining table, all three of them pleasuring her at once.

It was a fine memory, one that had Jessica throbbing with lust.

Really, I shouldn’t do this, not after insisting the girls behave… but I’ve been too sodding long without. If that makes me a lesbian nymphomaniac, so be it.

Patting the nearby bed, Jess murmured, “Lie down, love.”

Poppy’s eyes were filled with hopeful joy as she scrambled onto her bed and stretched out; knees up, legs spread.

“No noise, now,” Jess said. She bent down to adorn her child’s pretty pink cleft with a kiss, then traced the opening with the tip of her tongue. There it was, that exquisite flavour… like some tart exotic fruit. She loved the taste of pussy – all different, yet tantalisingly familiar – but she enjoyed licking Poppy most of all.

Clumsily unfastening her jeans with one hand, Jess pulled the zipper down, slid a hand into a very sodden pair of knickers, then curved two fingers into her cunt with a single sharp thrust… all without breaking oral contact with her seven-year-old’s slit.

“Oh, yes… yes. That’s s-so nice, Mummy…” Poppy whimpered, using both hands to draw her legs even farther apart.

The child’s anus was now exposed and open, so Jess took a moment to burrow her tongue into Poppy’s arse crack, bathing the tight pucker. But knowing how badly her little girl needed to come, she soon found her way up to the tiny morsel of Poppy’s clitoris, which she licked a few times, then took between her lips. All the while, Jess was fucking herself hard, fast, and deep as she could get her fingers to go.

A hard shiver ran through Poppy’s thin frame, then she was moaning into both hands, covering her mouth as her orgasm kicked in. Jess continued to suck her daughter’s clit until the girl squirmed away, gasping that she’d had enough.

Seconds later, it was Jessica’s turn to come, those two wicked fingers twisting and twirling about inside the creamy canal of her vagina. She drove herself through a tooth-rattling climax, then slumped against the foot of the bed.

She felt lips brushing her face, and opened her eyes to find Poppy kneeling next to her, whispering, “Thanks, Mummy. That was the best. I love you!”

Embracing her nude little girl, Jess kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you too, angel. Now get yourself to bed.”

“I will, but first…” Poppy gave her mum one last passionate kiss, which Jessica eagerly returned. Finally breaking away with a giggle, the seven-year-old picked up her nightshirt from the floor and slipped into it. As usual, she didn’t bother to wear anything underneath. Getting into bed, she drew the covers up to her chin. “I’m gonna have good dreams tonight. Thanks again, Mummy.”

Jess was fastening her pants. “My pleasure, dearest.” She bent down; touched her lips to Poppy’s cheek. “Goodnight, Poppy.”

“G’night, Mummy,” said the child, then broke into a huge yawn. Jess blew her daughter a kiss just before switching off the light, then carefully closed the door.

Before rejoining Ann downstairs, she took a brief detour to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After all, she reasoned, by now, Mum knows what pussy smells like. Best not to tempt fate.

Jess entered the family room to find her mum on the sofa, passing the time with a book. Anne had opened the wine she’d brought along, so Jessica fetched a glass from the kitchen before joining her.

As Jess filled her glass, Ann glanced up from her book. “What time are you and Rachel leaving tomorrow?”

“Hmmm, good question. I’d best text her.” Taking out her phone, she messaged Laura: How early can you drop by on Friday? She got a response moments later.

Looking up from the phone, Jess said, “Here we go. Laura said she’ll be over early, about 7:30. Rachel and I will leave just after eight for the Oxford Tube coach to London, so she’ll drop Bella and Cindy off then. Bella can sleep in Alice’s room, Cindy with Katie, Laura will be in my room, and Poppy’s fine in her own room. We’ll probably be back around… oh, say tea time on Saturday.”

“Fair enough. Any special plans?”

“Shopping, mostly… and Rach got tickets to an Argentine tango show. It’s like a play with dance.”

“That’s my favourite dance on Strictly. Your father was very good at ballroom, but didn’t have the hips for Latin.” Ann laughed briefly, then her expression turned wistful.

Jess rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “I remember Dad teaching me to dance… and I learned everything I know about running a business from him. With Laura, it was all about books and politics. Remember the discussions they used to get into?”

“Vividly. Give them credit, though – your father and your sister knew how to argue without it ever turning into a fight.”

“That’s true. Instead, they’d debate till the cows come home.”

Ann nodded. “Richard and I didn’t disagree often… but when we did, he could be a formidable opponent. Whenever I’m at a board meeting, it’s as if he’s still by my side, offering sage advice. Sometimes it’s even useful!” she added with a wink.

“Do you still miss Dad a lot? I know the rest of us do, but it must have been especially hard for you, what with all the business stuff to sort out.”

Ann gave Jessica’s hand a quick squeeze. “Yes, I do miss him, but having you, Laura and the girls there made it easier to bear.” She paused. “For me, the hardest part was coming home and not finding Richard there. The house seemed… smaller without him.”

“Dad always knew how to fill a space,” Jess murmured.

Rousing herself with a quick shake of the head, Ann gave her daughter a brave smile. “Now, let’s not get melancholy, dear. My family is happy and doing well. Me, I’m enjoying life; finally looking forward to the future. And speaking of the future… I’ve started making some decisions. I’ll tell you more when I have a definite idea of them.”

“There you go again with the cryptic comments, Mum. Is something wrong?”

“Goodness me, no – it’s nothing like that. I’m fit and healthy, probably more than I’ve been for a while. It’s mostly about the business, but nothing’s set in stone just yet. I’ll have a chat with you and your sister when you get back from your break.”

“Okay, Mum, but it all sounds very mysterious.”

“Trust me, you’ve nothing to worry about.” She got to her feet. “Let’s get to bed. You’ll be getting up early, remember.”

***

Once Jess had taken a quick shower and cleaned her teeth, she slipped into bed, then picked up her phone to call Laura. They exchanged greetings, then Jess told her sister what Poppy had been up to.

“I gave her a talking to, but you’ll have to be on guard. I don’t think she’ll try anything else. Still, you know what a creature of impulse Poppy can be.”

“Oh, I do indeed,” Laura replied. “But don’t worry, Poppy won’t be doing any seducing. I intend to take all the girls to Willett’s and tire them out. And tomorrow night, I plan to pay Mum a little visit; ask if she’ll let me share her bed. Then, while I’ve got her alone, I’ll see if I can get to open up about what she did with this Gina woman. I want details!”

“From what she told me, Mum let Gina do all the work. She’s only twenty-five, by the way – did Mum tell you that?”

“No! Fuck me, that’s hot. So Mum didn’t return the favour?”

“I’m afraid not,” said Jess. “I think she’s a bit embarrassed about that. Something tells me the next time Mum has it off with a woman she’ll be getting her face wet, if you get my meaning.”

“Indeed I do. You seem awfully sure she’ll be returning to the well, by the way. When I spoke to Mum, she made it sound like more of a one-time thing.”

“Hmmph. She’s just having trouble adjusting to the idea that she might be gay. The way she talked about that first time, though… Mum didn’t go into explicit detail, but she did say it was incredible. Now she’s had a taste, I don’t think she’ll be able to leave it at that. Don’t know if she means to have it off with Gina again, but if not, she’ll let herself be taken to bed by some other woman.”

“Good!” Laura exclaimed. “Well, I’ll get my chance to sound Mum out tomorrow night. If she’s hiding anything else about her sex life, I’ll ferret it out. I am a journalist, after all!”

“Any ideas about, you know, how to get her into bed with us? I’m coming up empty.”

“Nothing very specific. If I can get her into a graphic discussion about doing the deed… well, that’s a good start.” She paused, then added, “I was thinking of telling Mum about how I used to crush on her, back when I was working through the whole being-queer thing. Maybe even admit I masturbated to fantasies of her now and then.” She laughed. “Actually, I got myself off all the bloody time thinking about her!”

“You still do, I’ll wager,” Jessica murmured.

“You know me too well, big sister.”

“I know what a dirty-minded slag you are, you mean… and how much I love you for it.” Jess glanced at the clock. “Guess I ought to turn in. Early day tomorrow,”

“Me too. Only, um… how’d you like to indulge in a little phone sex, big sister?”

“Well, aren’t you the naughty one! Yes, I’d love it.”

“I can’t stop thinking about Mum, how much I want her. I swear, Jess – you and your girls have turned me into a lesbian incest freak. So… shall we get ourselves off to a nice mother-daughter fantasy?”

“Works for me. You start – I’m sure you’ve done this kind of thing many’s the time.”

“Hmm, let’s see… Okay. Mum’s in that massive shower of yours, soaping herself up. She’s washing those big, beautiful tits of hers when you open the door and enter, with me right behind. We’re both naked.”

“Is she surprised?” Jess asked, stroking her cunt.

“At first. But she’s even more surprised by the way we’re looking at her. Give Mum credit… she knows right away what’s on our minds, that we want to fuck.“

Jess easily stepped into the fantasy. “Her eyes, Laura… my God, they’re huge.”

“That’s right. She’s thinking about it, what we’re asking for.”

“Now we’re on either side of her. Mum looks from you to me, then back again. All she says is, ‘Are you sure about this…?’”

“Nice, sis. Then you say, ‘We’re sure, Mum’, then kiss her. Right on the mouth. She freezes up for a few seconds, then… oh, Jess, she just melts into your arms.”

Caught up in this lewd scenario, Jessica fucked herself hard and fast, the palm of her hand making smacking sounds as it collided again and again with her vulva.

“Your tongue’s in her mouth, your hands gripping her arse…”

Unable to cover her mouth, Jess clenched her jaw hard enough to hurt as she went off in a massive orgasm, one that buffeted her body like a thunderstorm. She continued to maul her vagina, forcing her fingers even deeper, whimpering as her rapture mounted to a near-unbearable peak that left her limp and dazed, still clutching a sweat-slicked phone.

“Fucking hell,” she heard Laura say. “That sounded like a good one.”

“Mm, yeh,” Jess mumbled, gulping in soothing lungfuls of air. “Give me a minute, an’ I’ll take care of you.”

“Not a problem… I’m ready when you are. Some fantasy, huh? Got myself off just last night while thinking about that – doing Mum in the shower. It’s even hotter with you there, though. Even if you got to have her first, greedy bitch!” she added with a dirty laugh.

“Ha bloody ha,” said Jessica, settling into her pillow. “Are you ready, little sister?”

“Ready and then some. In fact, I’m rubbing one out right now. Mmmmm, yes.”

“Okay, then.” Setting the scene in her mind, Jess began. “Let’s go back to when we were teenagers. You already know about liking girls… but now it’s sinking in that you like older women even more. And there’s one particular woman who really gets your motor humming…”

“Oh, God,” Laura moaned.

“You already know who I mean, don’t you? That’s right – it’s your own mother. You’ve had sexy fantasies about her; masturbated while picturing Mum nude. Of course, you assume nothing will ever come of it.

“But one day after getting up, you go down to the kitchen in your pyjamas, and there she is at the sink, washing dishes in her nightgown – that pretty green one she used to have; remember?”

“I – I do. Fuck, Jess, you’re really g-good at this…”

Now caressing her own slit, Jessica continued. “Mum turns around to give you a smile… but you only half notice, because her nightie falls open, and she’s completely naked underneath.”

“Yes!” Laura cried. “Oh, yes.”

“There’s something in her expression… a hunger in her eyes. You’ve never seen Mum like this. You’re standing there gawping like a fool, unable to move.

“Then she says, ‘I’ve noticed the way you look at me, sweetie… and I just wanted you to know that I feel the same way. I want what you want.’ She brushes her nightie over one shoulder, and it slips down to the floor. Then Mum leans back against the countertop and spreads her legs apart, showing you everything.” Jess paused, savouring the frantic rasp of her sister’s breath.

“Ohhhhh… d-don’t stop, damn you!” protested Laura. “What – what happens next?”

“Mum reaches down to open herself up with her fingers and says, ‘Take off those pyjamas, Laura… then come taste your mummy’s cunt.’”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

“You strip out of your jammies and knickers, moving so fast that you nearly topple over. Once you’re completely naked, you go down on your knees at Mum’s feet, staring at her auburn pubes. You can smell her now, and, oh my God, it’s incredible.

“You move close to bury your mouth in Mum’s bush, then take that first lick. The flavour of her pussy…”

“AHHHHHH!” Laura shrieked. “OhgodohgodohgodohGOD!” Then a noisy clatter; the sound of the phone being dropped. Grinning with delight, Jess waited for her sister to return.

“Hey,” Laura finally said. “That was… impressive, Jess. I just left this massive wet spot on the bed. Y’know, if the trendy fashion business ever goes tits-up, you could make a living doing phone sex.”

“I’ve done this a few times before with Rachel. And I do not traffic in ‘trendy fashions,’ you cow.”

“Pardon the indelicacy,” Laura murmured, then drifted into a huge yawn. “Christ, I’m knackered. Thanks for the good time, sis. See you bright and early. Love you.”

“Love you too. G’night.”

“Night-night.”

Setting the phone on her night table, Jess switched off the arc lamp, then nestled into the sheets. Her mind was abuzz with anticipation for the next day and her London trip with Rachel, but somehow she managed to fall asleep quickly.

On to Chapter Forty!

by Purple Les and JetBoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linda shook her head. “Not a bit.”

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

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

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

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

“Have you spoken to them?”

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

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

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

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

“Closer than close,” Jan added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, okay!” Kelly laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Um… do I even swim?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too!” Kelly echoed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um… did I do it too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss it,” Kelly said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Saw what?” Kelly asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I just sort of wondered.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” the girl replied with a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Chapter Eight!

by JetBoy & BlueJean

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

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

I

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

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

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

II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How awful.”

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

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

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

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

“Right you are. And Doris…?”

“Hmm?”

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

III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was eight.”

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

V

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Chapter Four!

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

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

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

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

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

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

…which brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les and JetBoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you love it, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, Mom.” Pam said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.” Kelly replied.

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

Taking in the sight, the two nine-year-olds were intrigued to notice Kelly’s hand moving beneath the sheet about halfway down.

The two friends stole a glance at each other, then looked back at Kelly.

“What did Mom send for me to wear?” Kelly asked to break the silence, while the two younger girls were wondering if Kelly was wearing anything at all under that sheet.

“Oh, um…” Gabby tried to regain her composure as she and Pam stared at Kelly. “I don’t really know. She just handed me this bag and told me to bring it to you…”

“Oh, okay. Will you take everything out for me?”

Reaching into the bag, Gabby carefully removed each piece of clothing. Kelly commented on the various items as they were revealed. “Oh, I like that shirt. Shorts, yeah, those are fine. Oh, yuck! I hate wearing those stupid training bras.”

When Gabby held up a pair of white panties with little flowers all over them. Kelly rolled her eyes. “God, I can’t believe Mom sent me such little-girl underwear! I wish she’d picked out something sexier. Hmmm… maybe I’ll just go without.” She winked at the girls. “Thanks, Gabby.”

“Um, do you want us to go now?” Pam asked shyly, still watching Kelly’s hand move under the sheet. “Y’know, so you can get dressed.”

“Nah. You guys can stay if you want. I don’t mind if you see me.”

The nine-year-olds exchanged another quick look, then Gabby hesitantly asked, “Hey, Kel? Are you, er, playing with yourself under there?” Pam giggled when she heard that, covering her mouth.

Kelly gave her sister a dreamy smile. “I sure am. I love touching my pussy.”

“Can we watch?” Pam blurted, then immediately flushed bright red. “Uh, I mean–”

“You are watching.” Kelly replied.

The two youngsters glanced at each other again. This time, Pam gave Gabby a pleading look. I can’t say it. You say it, okay?

“Yeah, but um,” Gabby tried to clarify, “We mean really watch, y’know? Like, see you touching down there, but without the sheet. Can we, please?”

“Sure, if you want,” Kelly said, drawing the sheet down to just below her navel. “But first… you like seeing my boobies?” The younger girls slowly nodded. “Wanna feel them, then?”

Pam and Gabby drew closer, both girls reaching out to touch Kelly’s bare chest. Each explored the soft mound in her own way – Gabby caressed her sister’s baby-soft skin, while Pam was fascinated by Kelly’s nipple, cooing with delight when it responded to her touch. She’d played with her big sister Ali’s breasts once, but this was new and utterly thrilling.

Outside the window, Cheryl’s heart was pounding like thunder at the sight of her wide-eyed little girl, fondling an older girl’s breast. Even from a distance, she could see the wanting in her child’s expression, the need for more. Could Pam already be gay? she asked herself.

“So… can we push the sheet the rest of the way down?” Gabby said. She and Pam were both sporting eager grins, ready for something exciting to happen.

“Sure, but first you two gotta take your shirts off,” said Kelly, pointing at the girls’ chests. “Lose those flip flops, too. I mean, it’s only fair, right? If you get to see me naked, I should get to see you!”

Pam and Gabby had no argument for that. They kicked off their flip flops, then shared a look, each waiting for the other to take the next step. After a moment, Gabby began to slip out of her t-shirt, with Pam following a couple of heartbeats behind. Letting their tops fall to the floor, they briefly studied each other’s bare chests, then turned to Kelly.

Kelly was loving her view of the half-naked girls. Their flat chests and tiny pink nipples had her cunt pulsing with renewed warmth. Pushing the sheet to one side, she slid back to lean against the cool wall, slowly spreading her legs. She deliberately placed a hand between her thighs, tracing the open slit with a finger. Gabby and Pam stared as if hypnotized.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Kelly asked.

The girls nodded. “It’s so pretty…” Pam added in a whisper, enthralled by the delicate folds of Kelly’s sex.

“Do you guys ever touch yours, like I’m doing?” Of course, Kelly already knew the answer to that. She eased a finger into her vagina as, once again, Gabby and Pam gave affirmative nods.

Withdrawing her wet finger, Kelly slipped it into her mouth to suck clean, then returned it to her clitoris to tease the tiny bud. As she masturbated for the younger girls, Kelly let her eyes briefly flick in the direction of the window. She couldn’t see Cheryl, but knew the woman was watching.

“Take your shorts off,” Kelly told the girls.

“She means you.” Pam said, nudging Gabby.

“No, I mean both of you. C’mon, let me see your panties!”

Without hesitation, Gabby pushed her shorts down to the floor, then stepped out of them. She and Kelly watched with great interest as Pam wriggled out of her denim cut-offs.

Kelly gazed hungrily at the two girls. Pam with her pale skin, freckles and long red hair, wearing nothing but low cut yellow cotton panties. Gabby, her short dark hair so adorable in a pixie cut, nude but for lime green underpants. God, I could just gobble them up, Kelly told herself. And if this works out the way I want, I’ll get to do just that.

Knowing Cheryl was listening closely, Kelly asked, “So, Pam, I hear you showed Gabby how to play with herself.”

“Um, yeah,” Pam replied, blushing ever so slightly.

“And Gabby showed you how to kiss, huh?”

Pam nodded. “Uh-huh.”

”If I ask really nice,” Kelly continued, “will you guys kiss each other for me?”

“Wait!” Gabby exclaimed. “Pam’s mom is here. She might catch us. Maybe we should… put our clothes back on first?”

“It’s okay,” Pam said. “Mom told me she was gonna do some work out in the yard. The front door’s pretty loud – if she comes back in, we’ll hear it for sure.”

Spreading her arms, Kelly murmured. “There you go. Now let’s see you two kiss. Make it sexy!”

Turning to each other, the two little girls met in a kiss. Tentative at first, they soon grew hot and passionate, pressing their thin bodies together. Their tongues were flicking back and forth, hands slipping down to fondle each other’s bottoms.

Outside the window, Cheryl looked around once more to make absolutely certain she couldn’t be seen, then undid her shorts and shoved a hand into her panties. She couldn’t recall a sexier sight – two nine-year-old girls, exploring and loving lesbian sex. And one of them was her own daughter, the object of her hottest fantasies.

Cheryl could hear children playing outdoors, their shouts and horseplay taking place just a few houses over. There was the growl of a lawnmower somewhere in the distance. She heard birds chirping, the buzzing and hum of insects. The scent of fresh-mowed grass perfumed the air. Somehow, it all came together to make the moment that much more satisfying.

Angling two fingers deep into the liquid inferno of her cunt, Cheryl shifted her view to Kelly, who was still masturbating. Such a firecracker of a girl… God, I loved fucking her last night. And now, she’s working her magic on the kids.

But the view of her daughter Pam was too compelling for Cheryl to resist. She feasted her eyes on the girl, wearing only panties, passionately kissing her best friend. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy when Kelly said, “It’s making my pussy so wet, watching you two kiss.”

Cheryl ached to come, every atom of her being desperate for that sweet release. But she forced herself to stifle this fierce hunger, knowing there would be even more savory delights to follow. What other tricks did Kelly have up her sleeve?

Gabby and Pam broke apart for a moment – to catch their breath, and to watch Kelly masturbate. They were still cradling each other’s perky little bottoms, their bodies nestled together. Could they be in love? Cheryl wondered. It sure looks like it.

Sitting up, Kelly said, “Okay, let’s have some real fun. Gabby… take your panties off!”

The two girls moved apart, and Gabby took a small step back, taking center stage. Slipping her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, she ran them around the snug elastic, shifting her hips from side to side.

My God, Cheryl marveled. Still a little girl, and she already knows how to tease.

Gabby positioned herself so that Pam and Kelly would have a front-row view of her pussy when her panties came down. Unbeknownst to her, Cheryl had an equally great view of the child’s bottom.

“Okay, here goes!” With one fluid movement, Gabby swept her panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Spreading her arms out and taking a wide stance, she announced, “Tah-dah! I’m bare naked!” Then she began to spin around, letting Pam and Kelly see all of her.

Cheryl was dizzy from excitement as she drank in the view of Gabby’s nudity from all sides. But what excited her even more was the lustful expression on her daughter’s face. Pam was staring at Gabby like she wanted to gobble her friend up in a single bite. My precious little lesbian, Cheryl thought, glowing with love for her youngest child.

“Very nice.” Kelly told her little sister. “Now touch yourself for us.”

Gabby obeyed, and Cheryl felt hot juices coat her fingers as she watched the nude nine-year-old masturbate. The girl’s eyes were dreamy as she lightly caressed her bare slit. Meanwhile, Kelly was fucking herself again… and though Pam was only watching, she’d begun to stroke her bare thighs in a very provocative way.

“Okay, Pam, your turn,” Kelly said, turning to Cheryl’s daughter. “Come on, take those panties off!”

Oh fuck fuck FUCK! Cheryl told herself. I’m gonna see my little Pam naked, maybe watch her masturbate with her friends. 

The last time she’d glimpsed her daughter in the altogether was when Pam was five, before the child had learned to bathe herself – nearly two years before Cheryl recognized the sexual attraction she held for her children; three years before she took her oldest girl Ali as a lover.

Cheryl’s heart seemed to swell in her chest as Pam hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Yes, Cheryl thought, do it, Pam. Do it. I want to see you, all of you!

“Hey, wait a sec.” Kelly said. “I have a better idea. Gabby, pull them down for her.”

Gabby broke into a bad-girl grin. “Sounds good to me,” she said. Kneeling behind her friend, she slowly tugged Pam’s yellow underpants down until they ringed her ankles. Pam stepped out of them then took up a pose next to Gabby.

A tiny moan escaped Cheryl’s lips at the sight of her little girl’s flawless ass. Luckily, no one heard. Damn, I want to lick that cute little butthole! she mused. It didn’t seem possible that she could crave sex with her youngest daughter more than she already did, but Kelly’s naughty game had shown her otherwise.

Kelly and Gabby were now standing on either side of Pam.

“Let’s touch her, sis,” Kelly said, taking a quick glance at the window.

“Okay!” Gabby agreed.

Both girls began to fondle Pam’s body, exploring its contours. Kelly was playing with the younger girl’s ass, while Gabby lovingly stroked her best friend’s chest, giggling at the way Pam shivered whenever her nipples were touched.

Gabby was also paying some attention to Pam’s pussy, giving it a quick caress every now and then, but she was clearly too shy to do more than that just yet. Give her time, Cheryl thought. Bet those two will be full-on lovers inside two weeks.

There was a mischievous glint in Kelly’s eyes as she maneuvered Pam over toward the window, Gabby just behind. By then, Cheryl was fingering her cunt hard and fast, still avoiding contact with her clit, and her nude daughter was nearly close enough to reach out and touch.

“Now, Gabby,” Kelly instructed, “I want to see you get down on your knees in front of Pam and… kiss her tummy.”

Kelly’s sister assumed the position in an instant. Placing both hands on Pam’s hips, Gabby paused to take a good look at her friend’s immature sex.

Seeing the fascination in Gabby’s eyes, Cheryl understood exactly what the neighbor girl was feeling. She felt it, too. Pam’s cunt was an exotic flower, a blushing rose, its delicate folds begging to be kissed and licked. And I want to, dear God almighty I want to!

Closing her eyes, Gabby moved forward, grazing Pam’s belly with her lips. She nuzzled the tender skin, her nostrils flaring ever so slightly as she breathed in the nine-year-old’s scent.

What is she smelling? Cheryl asked herself, aching to breathe it in herself. What could it be? Pam’s skin, that papaya body wash she had me buy for her, a bit of sweat. Surely at least a hint of her arousal, enough to tantalize…

Her heart raced even faster when Gabby’s kisses went lower, below Pam’s belly button, pausing a mere inch or so above her daughter’s slit.

Outside looking in, Cheryl suddenly exploded in a climax she couldn’t control. Clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, she found herself kneeling in the dirt, coming over and over, praying all the while that she couldn’t be heard or seen.

She got back up as soon as she could on trembling legs, not wanting to miss a second of the show. When she peered through the window, Cheryl watched Kelly finger herself again as the two younger girls shared a lustful kiss.

After a while, Kelly interrupted them. “Hey, are you guys ready to come?”

The girls broke apart. “What do you mean, ‘come’?” Pam asked. “Come where?”

“She means to have an orgasm, doofus,” Gabby said, nudging her friend. “Oh, yeah, Kel… I’m totally into that!”

“Oh, Pam, by the way…” Kelly said. “I licked Gabby’s pussy, and she loved it.”

Pam gasped, her eyes huge. “You did? To your own sister?”

“Why not?” Kelly replied with a shrug. “I love her, she loves me, and besides, she’s a major cutie. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with her?”

A dazed Pam shook her head as if to clear it. “Um… I guess?”

“It’s the best, Pammy,” Gabby chimed in.

Kelly’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Wanna watch me lick her now?”

Pam mulled the idea over for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“C’mere, baby sister,” said Kelly, beckoning the girl with a crook of her index finger.

A giggling Gabby leaped onto the bed, bounced a few times, then casually stretched out on her back. “I’m rea-dyyyy,” she purred, placing both hands behind her head.

“So I see,” Playfully mussing her sister’s hair, Kelly carefully spread Gabby’s legs open, making sure that Cheryl would have a good view of her cunt from outside. “Come sit over here, Pam,” she added, patting the bed. “You’re gonna watch me fuck Gabby with my tongue.”

“Hurry, Kelly… I can’t wait!” Gabby exclaimed. “Make me come in your mouth.”

Kneeling next to her little sister, Kelly bent down to put her mouth to Gabby’s pussy. She began with a kiss, then brought her tongue into play, sliding it sideways through the moist pink cleft again and again.

“Omigosh, that’s soooo good,” Gabby moaned, caressing her upper half with both hands.

Their audience was riveted. Seated on her haunches, Pam had a hand tucked between her thighs and was gently rubbing herself. As for Cheryl, she stared through the gap in the window. She loved the sight of Kelly going down on her sister, but she was also thrilled to see her daughter masturbating to it.

By then, Gabby was so worked up that it only took her a couple of minutes to climax. Her little-girl body jerked and shook, then went still.

Raising herself, Kelly smiled down at the dazed girl. “How was that, kiddo?”

“Kiss me,” Gabby demanded, reaching up for her big sister.

They came together in a torrid kiss. Gabby licked around Kelly’s mouth, purring with delight as she tasted herself. Finally breaking away, she looked at her sister, then at her friend. “You have to feel this for yourself, Pam. Let Kelly lick you now, so I can watch.”

“Is that okay?” Pam asked Kelly.

“Oh, absolutely,” Kelly replied. “I’ve been wanting to taste your pussy for ages!”

Cheryl was masturbating again, working herself up to a second orgasm as her daughter and Gabby swapped places, leaving Pam’s thighs open and her pussy on full display. Oh my God, what a lovely, lovely sight, she told herself. 

Kelly began to move a finger up and down Pam’s bare slit. “Have you ever played with any other girls besides Gabby?”

“Um, sort of,” Pam answered, already relaxing to Kelly’s touch.

“If I were you, I’d want to do stuff like this with your big sister. Ever get to see Ali with no clothes on?”

“S-sometimes,” Pam stammered. She was starting to grow short of breath.

“Know what you ought to do? Tell Ali I licked your pussy. I bet if you asked really nice, she’d do that for you. Would you like to do sexy stuff with her?”

“Oooooh, yeah… th-that would be totally cool.”

Bending down like before, Kelly brought her lips within inches of Pam’s slit, but no closer. When she felt the warmth of the older girl’s breath, Pam whimpered, spreading her legs even farther apart. “Please…” she begged.

But Kelly had another question. “What about your mom? Ever seen her naked?”

“Uh-uh,” Pam said, her voice thick with desire. Kelly was nuzzling the insides of her thighs.

“Would you like to? I’d love to see my mother naked. I think about that a lot. I’d like to see yours, too.”

“Uh, I d-did see Mom in her underwear this one time. She’s way sexy.”

On the other side of the window, Cheryl mauled her cunt, imagining her little girl sneaking peeks at Mommy in skimpy lingerie… then pictured herself undressing for Pam. Those pretty blue eyes, filled with hope as she watches her mother get naked… Fuck, I’m about to go off again!

As for Gabby, she didn’t know what to make of this part of the conversation. Why is Kelly talking that way about Mom? Does she want to… to do stuff with her?

Though Gabby had been paying a lot more attention to beautiful women since she and her sister had started fooling around, the idea of sex with their mother had never occurred to her. Is this something I should even be thinking about? she asked herself.

It was too much for the nine-year-old to process right then, so she filed the idea away for later.

Kelly paused to breathe in the scent of pussy, then extended her tongue to take a lick. Seconds later, her mouth covered the girl’s sex. Pam was mewling with pleasure, both hands tightened into little fists.

As she feasted on that luscious cunt, Kelly soon realized she could put her finger nearly all the way into Pam’s tight vagina. Once inside, she started moving that finger around in small circles, opening the little girl up to even deeper penetration.

“Oh, oh, oh…!” cried Pam, her eyes wide in astonishment. Then they drifted shut as the child gave herself over to pleasure.

Time to get her off, Kelly decided. She pressed her tongue lightly to Pam’s tiny clit and began to flick the tender bud. Moments later, Pam had the strongest orgasm of her young life.

Watching her daughter come, Cheryl was battered by a second climax of her own. Her hand was a blur as she fucked herself hard, fast and as deep as she could, forcing three fingers into the juicy cauldron of her cunt.

The three girls rested on the bed together, Pam basking in the afterglow of her ecstasy. Outside the window, Cheryl continued to stare at the naked youngsters as she licked the honey from her fingers. Finally, she zipped and buttoned up her shorts, trying to compose herself. Her head was still spinning from what she’d seen.

Kelly finally roused the two younger girls, saying, “Well, that was fun. Did you guys like it?”

“I always do,” Gabby said, wearing a silly grin. “You’re the awesomest big sister in the world.”

Still feeling giddy, Pam slowly shook her head. “Mmmm… wow. I never felt anything like that. You’re right, Gabs – it’s the best.”

“Well… I guess we better get dressed now.” Kelly sighed.

Once the girls had gathered up their clothes, Kelly arranged Pam and Gabby so their backs were to the window.

Cheryl felt herself get wet all over again as she took one last long look at Pam and Gabby’s bare bottoms. A sigh escaped her lips as the girls put on the last of their clothes and exited the study. Well, it was great while it lasted.

Emerging from her hiding place, Cheryl made her way over to the garden hose and turned on the water. She took a long, cool drink, then ran some over her hands and then the back of her neck.

The phone was ringing as she entered the house. Cheryl answered, and as she spoke watched Kelly, Pam and Gabby playing a video game in the living room. It was hard to believe these three fresh-faced young girls had just participated in a lesbian threesome.

After a brief chat, Cheryl put the phone down. “Kelly, Gabby… your mom wants you to come home.”

Hugs and goodbyes were exchanged, and Pam watched through the window as her friends made their way through the back yard and toward their house.

Once they were safely indoors, Pam approached her mother. “Mom, could Gabby and Kelly come back tonight for a sleepover? Please?”

Haven’t you had enough sex for one day? Cheryl was tempted to ask. Instead, she said, “Oh, honey… I’d be fine with that, but they’re going to be out of town for the weekend. Linda got a ticket to a really fancy spa, so she’s taking Kelly and Gabby to visit their aunt Jan for a couple of days. They’re leaving this afternoon.”

“Oh,” was all Pam had to say, looking somewhat crestfallen.

“Hey, how about this?” Cheryl said in an effort to cheer Pam… and perhaps even stir something up between her daughters. “Maybe Ali will have a sleepover with you tonight.”

Puzzled, Pam looked at her mother. “Me and Ali? I don’t get it.”

“If Ali doesn’t mind,” Cheryl explained, “you could spend the night in her room. Just because you both live in the same house, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a sleepover. Would you enjoy something like that?”

Pam’s face lit up. “Sure!”

“Well, when your sister gets home, I’ll ask her about it… but I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Wow, what a great idea! Thanks, Mom.” Pam wrapped both arms around her mother’s middle, hugging her tightly.

Cheryl returned her daughter’s embrace, all the while thinking, And tonight when you’re sharing a bed, you can tell Ali about what you got up to today. Maybe even ask her if she’ll lick your pussy.

Burying her face in Pam’s soft hair, Cheryl breathed in its sweet scent. Outwardly, she seemed perfectly calm, but her mind was buzzing with exciting possibilities.

On to Chapter Seven!

by JetBoy & BlueJean

I

The next day saw me return to my usual self. Indeed, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed in a way I’d not experienced for a long time. I wondered if masturbating so freely had left me feeling like that, or if such a thing were even possible. If self-love was that effective a health tonic, surely everyone would be doing it, I reasoned. In my naïveté, I assumed it was mostly men who did that kind of thing, and if women were pleasuring themselves too, it must only be on the rare occasion. An indulgent sip from an exceedingly fine wine, if you will.

But there was something more important to think about – my strange encounter with Mrs. Shaw the day before. Sometimes the mind plays tricks on us, doesn’t it? We give more credence to an event than it warrants.

Do you mind me touching you like this? she had said, her hand resting on my exposed belly. What had that meant, exactly? Was it simply playful banter? Are you ticklish, Doris? Am I embarrassing you, Doris? 

And the way she’d looked into my eyes… Had I also misinterpreted that?

Good, Mrs. Shaw had half-whispered when I indicated that, no, I did not mind. Why was it good? And hadn’t she told me that I was lovely while her fingers briefly stroked the swell of my breasts? Or had I imagined those things?

Thinking can be both wistful and wishful sometimes, can’t it? And the mind can be a maze.

II

Monday morning was its usual chaotic routine of mobilisation. I roused the girls from their beds, Sophia bouncing to life like a jack-in-the-box, eager to experience the day, and Melinda shuffling around like a dormouse that’s just emerged from a long hibernation. Becky was capable of seeing to herself, and was usually up and about before me.

“So tired…” Melinda groaned with sleepy eyes, wrapping both arms around my waist and burying her head in my chest. Her hair was a mess of alarming peaks and stray wisps, lending her an adorably comic look.

“No time for cuddles, sleepyhead,” I told her. “Once you’ve dressed, washed, and brushed your teeth, I’m sure you’ll feel wide awake.”

“I’m not feeling well,” she declared with a sleepy grin. “I think I shall take the day off and go back to bed.”

“School is the best medicine for lazyitis,” I said, gently pushing her away. “Your uniform is freshly ironed and folded on your dresser. Once you’re dressed I’ll brush your hair for you.”

“We could say I was kidnapped by gypsies…”

“Uniform. Wash. Teeth. Thank you very much, Melinda,” I insisted, marching away to see how Sophia was doing.

A short while later the four of us were in Sophia’s bedroom, me brushing Melinda’s unruly hair, or at least attempting to, while Becky saw to Sophia in the same way. When I was still new to my job, I had thanked Becky for helping, only to be informed that she and her mother had been brushing the younger girls’ hair long before I arrived on the scene. Several weeks later, she seemed to be a little warmer towards me, and our morning grooming had become a comfortable and familiar ritual.

Becky sat on Sophia’s bed, tying her sister’s hair back into a ponytail while I continued to fight with Melinda’s wayward locks. A wisp of hair kept popping back up each time I attempted to batten it down. Brush. Flatten. Pop! Brush. Flatten. Pop! I glanced over at Becky in exasperation. A smile formed in one corner of her mouth.

Brush. Flatten. Pop! 

We both burst out laughing.

“Your hair’s got a mind of its own!” Sophia told her little sister.

“It’s not my fault! Stop laughing!” Melinda trilled in mock outrage, but soon enough she was giggling away with the rest of us.

Becky and I shared a brief glance. There’s nothing like laughter to break down barriers, and it seemed as if she and I might have found some common ground at last.

Mrs. Shaw was already in the dining room when I ushered the girls to the table for their breakfast. I half expected there to be an awkwardness between the two of us, and found it difficult to meet her gaze, but nothing in her demeanour seemed to indicate any change. She was perfectly polite as always, with that same sense of detachment a servant comes to expect from her mistress.

I remember feeling a touch of sorrow at that. Somehow, I had fooled myself into believing things might be different between us now, that the brief moment of intimacy we had shared might have advanced our relationship to a new level. Perhaps the way she’d looked after me when I was ill had kindled some need for a maternal figure – I had distant memories of my mother caring for me that way – or was it simply her friendship that I craved?

I berated myself for such foolishness. It was unfair of me to place that expectation on the woman who was my employer – childish, even.

Of course, I had got it all spectacularly wrong. As I would discover later that week.

III

It was late one evening, after the girls had gone to bed and I lay in mine reading a book, that I received an unexpected visit from Mrs. Shaw. The night was warm and clammy, and I had drawn the bedspread down to keep cool. My mistress was wearing a silvery satin nightgown, the thin fabric highlighting every curve of her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the gauzy material, and I knew for certain she was naked beneath.

Mrs. Shaw closed the door behind her quietly and sauntered over to me without a word. Her eyes were deep pools of blue, heavy with what I thought might be inebriation, though when she leaned towards me I could smell no trace of strong drink.

She reached out to me, her fingertips caressing my cheek, and without thinking much about it, I placed my own hand atop hers.

“You’re a very pretty girl,” she murmured. “Did anyone ever tell you that, Doris?”

I shook my head, afraid that if I spoke it might emerge as a childish squeak.

“Well, it’s true.”

Her fingers brushed through my hair, now let loose to flow freely across my shoulders. Her other hand pushed the bedspread away from my legs, then found its way onto my bare knee.

Her words from a few nights earlier echoed through my head. Do you mind me touching you this way?

I felt her fingers trail up my inner thigh; slowly, tentatively, her eyes boring into mine, gauging my reaction, defying me to tell her no. But I said not a word, simply allowing her to continue.

She reached my mound, and when she discovered that I was also naked beneath my nightgown, a faint smile teased the corners of her mouth. I gasped and bit at my lip, a wave of pleasure rippling through me at the sudden contact. But my head swam with confusion, the suddenness of this new encounter leaving me no time to consider what was happening or where it was destined to lead.

As she slipped her fingers into the groove of my sex, my body yearned to reciprocate, to move in rhythm with her caresses. But my inhibition forced me to remain stock-still, the etiquette of passion as unfamiliar to me as Calculus or Latin.

“Mmmm… you’re all sticky,” Mrs. Shaw purred.

Her fingers pressed into me, ploughing through the moist warmth. I opened my mouth and gave a short moan, my doubts and fears melting away before the growing welter of animal lust that threatened to consume me. I wanted more, and this time couldn’t resist thrusting my hips forward, greedy for her touch.

“Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?” my mistress breathed, her lips brushing my ear. “Am I going to make you come?”

I felt my face burn at her candid words, but it was the burning between my legs that demanded attention. The climax washed over me with a relentless intensity, white hot waves of sharp brilliance that made me cry out.

It all happened so quickly. I hadn’t realised Mrs. Shaw was stroking my hair again, not until I caught my own scent on her fingers. She smiled down at me, and I noticed her satin gown had come loose at the top, leaving me a teasing glimpse of her breasts.

“Come with me,” she said, pulling me from the bed and to my feet. My legs were weak, but she was there to steady me.

“Where are we going?” I asked her.

“To my bed, of course,” she replied, with a look that told me everything I needed to know.

Back at the orphanage there were girls who wanted the love of other girls, rather than boys. Not such a surprising revelation, you might think, in an environment where males were almost entirely absent. But to my knowledge, such liaisons were rare indeed, and the punishment was horrible for any who were caught together that way. It had only happened twice in my years there.

And now Mrs. Shaw was offering this kind of love to me.

My first impression was one of incomprehension – that this beautiful and sophisticated woman harboured such tendencies seemed strange, given that she had been married to a man and was the mother of three children. Stranger still was the notion that she might feel this way about me, a mere servant girl. But the way she had caressed me was very real, and it made my heart race with trepidation and excitement. If there had ever been any doubt as to what that night was truly about, it evaporated there and then.

We tiptoed past the girls’ rooms and entered Mrs. Shaw’s chamber. She closed and locked the door behind her, and then we were standing facing one another. My mistress slipped the gown from her body and it seemed to melt into a pool of silver around her feet. I turned my gaze from her nudity, every fibre of my being telling me this wasn’t something I was permitted to see.

“Look at me,” she said, and I slowly raised my eyes. “You’ve never seen another grown woman naked, have you?”

I shook my head.

“Then look at me now, Doris. Take a good long look, and do it without shame. I want you to see. Do you understand?”

I did. I understood very well.

She was utterly beautiful. Her skin was a pale alabaster, a small dark birthmark upon one shoulder and another below her navel. Her breasts were petite but full, the nipples dark at their peaks. When my eyes travelled further down, I could only marvel at her child-bearing hips and the thatch of hair they framed so exquisitely.

She allowed me to admire her form a while longer, then urged me to reveal my own secrets. “Take your nightgown off. Let me see you.”

I hesitated briefly, then pulled the gown off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and stood before her, hands protecting my modesty.

She came towards me and drew my folded arms away from my bosom. “There’s no need to be shy.”

I could see the hunger in her eyes as she took in the sight of me, and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to be an object of desire. She pushed me back towards the bed and I fell into its soft embrace.

“Let’s share one another, Doris,” Mrs. Shaw said, then lay down beside me, cupping my face in her hands. I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth brushing lightly against my own. The kiss was angel-soft, her lips barely there. I, of course, had never been kissed as a lover and found myself enthralled by her gentleness.

Then she grew more insistent, her lips parting, engaging with mine. I matched her movements as best as I was able, my mouth clumsy and hesitant. She nibbled briefly at my lower lip, and when she pressed her mouth to mine again, this time with an increased urgency, I felt her tongue tease at me. I gasped in surprise, and that only encouraged my mistress, allowing her to explore my mouth freely.

A raw heat pulsed through me like a fever, and I desperately wanted to respond in some way, but was too timid and unsure of myself to do much more than lie there and let my mistress have her way with me. Whatever I did, it was sure to be wrong.

But then her lips gently broke away, and I opened my eyes to see her peering down at me. “Was it not enjoyable?” she murmured, stroking my cheek.

I could feel the heat of her naked body, and wondered if I would even be able to speak. Somehow I summoned up the presence to whisper, “It was, Miss. It really was.”

“Then kiss me back, won’t you?” she replied with a gentle laugh. Before I had time to think, her mouth descended upon mine once more.

I was still shy, not sure I was equal to such reckless passion. But she encouraged me, humming approval as my tongue met hers, then drawing me into her mouth. Within moments I was kissing my mistress with a boldness I’d not known I possessed.

As our tongues danced, Mrs. Shaw climbed onto me, sliding a thigh between my legs. I spread myself open, welcoming her. Our breasts touched, nipples brushing together. My arms twined round her back, holding her naked body to my own.

And all the while we kissed and kissed, as if we were feeding on one another. I suppose that we were, in a sense.

Her lips suddenly departed, and a whimper escaped my throat, trailing off into a moan as I felt Mrs. Shaw’s warm mouth graze my neck. I’d never considered there might be other parts of the body made for kisses, besides the face and the hands. Clearly, I had much to learn when it came to the art of making love.

But then her lips journeyed even lower, trailing down my throat and further still to nestle between my breasts. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, gasping for breath as the sweet face of my mistress pressed ardently against the swell of my bosom.

And when the warmth of her mouth enveloped the tip of my breast, a cry burst from my throat.

It was almost too much to bear. Mrs. Shaw’s tongue swirled about my throbbing nipple as she suckled from me. She shifted to the other breast, drawing it between her lips, and a second wave of ecstasy washed over me. My legs were trembling, and I could do nothing to stop them.

Her teeth raked lightly across my nipple, the small twinge of pain it brought instantly countered by the new surge of pleasure that thrummed through me.

Lifting her face from my titties, Mrs. Shaw moved in to kiss me once more, the full weight of her body now resting upon mine. I responded to my mistress and her attentions as eagerly as I was able, my tongue entwining with hers.

After a long moment she broke away to look down at me, a wry smile on her lips. “My goodness, Doris… I believe you have an instinct for this kind of thing.” I felt her warm hand cup my cheek. “A bit too shy, perhaps… but with time, you could become an incredible lover.”

A mere hour ago, I never would have entertained such a notion. Now, Mrs. Shaw’s words seemed to script out my destiny; fulfil every desire and longing I’d ever harboured. An incredible lover. The very idea thrilled me, made me hunger for everything my lady was willing to share.

She placed one more light kiss upon my lips, but darted away with a teasing smile before I could return it. I gawped as she raised herself into a sitting position to straddle my belly. My eyes were shy, peering into hers for a heartbeat, then flickering downward to study her exquisite form. She allowed me that willingly, hands resting on her hips so I could freely take in the sight of her.

The sudden desire to touch her body, to explore her with my fingers, was urgent and instinctive, but bashfulness stayed my hand, and I could only gaze at her longingly.

She knew my mind, though, and when my mistress reached out to take my trembling hand, pressing it between her own, her eyes never left mine. Then she placed it on her breast.

I cupped the creamy globe in my palm, the softness of it enthralling me, then allowed my hand to trace its curve. When the tips of my fingers lightly brushed the nipple, I was surprised and delighted to feel it stiffen. Mrs. Shaw gently moved my free hand to the other breast, and I found myself exploring both of them.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss those lovely breasts – to suckle my lady’s nipples, just as she had mine. The impulse spoke both of the maternal and the sexual, and the mere thought of indulging in such a forbidden act made me shiver. I was beginning to realise just how powerful a concoction lust and shame could be.

Shyly, I met Mrs. Shaw’s eyes once more. “Please, Miss,” I whispered, licking my lips, “May I… may I kiss them?”

At that, she gave me the warmest of smiles, clearly pleased with my newfound boldness. “You may, Doris. In fact, I insist on it.”

Still straddling me, she brought her titties to my face. I could feel the raw heat of her sex pressing against my belly, but I had little time to think about that when Mrs. Shaw was offering a breast to my parted lips.

Without hesitation, my tongue emerged to lick at the proffered nipple. My mistress responded with a contented sigh. I licked again, and a shiver rippled through her. “Sweet girl,” she moaned. “That feels divine…”

Encouraged by her words, I drew the tip of her breast into my mouth, sucking gently. Mrs. Shaw gripped the headboard tightly, her breasts swaying before me. As I nursed from her, I let my tongue circle the nipple once, twice, thrice, four times. Then, as she had, I moved to the other breast, affording it the same attention. I could feel her heartbeat, racing as frantically as my own, and it thrilled me beyond measure to know that a mere girl like me could bring excitement to such a woman.

Suddenly she drew away, taking her breasts from me, but before I had a chance to feel disappointment, her mouth crushed into mine. My mistress was kissing me with a fierceness that sent hot flushes through my body. She unfastened her hair, and let it spill about our faces. I could smell her now – the sweet musk of clean sweat and arousal.

There was a hunger in her kiss that went far beyond my own adolescent imaginings of love. In the dog-eared romance novels some of the orphanage girls swapped illicitly between one another like contraband, the passions shared by the men and women who populated their pages seemed so… polite, almost formal. Those stories conveyed nothing of the raw urgency that radiated from Mrs. Shaw as her mouth feasted upon mine, nor the fiery heat of her cunny pressing into my flesh.

This was not the timid fumblings of young love, but the unbridled, animal lust of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and would take it as her due. And I offered my soul up to that lust, opened myself to whatever delights my mistress would have me explore with her. Whatever she wants of me, I thought, my tongue mingling with hers, I will gladly give. 

Mrs. Shaw pulled away breathless, her eyes hungry with desire. “Are you ready to know more, girl?” she purred.

My reply was quick and resolute. “Yes. I am.”

She crawled over me on hands and knees, up towards the headboard, leaving me momentarily confused as to her intentions.

And then she was straddling my face. Her sex was poised just inches above me, every contour, every fold revealed in breathtaking detail. I couldn’t turn my eyes away, and why on earth would I even want to?

Mrs. Shaw touched the soft curls at the junction of her thighs, drawing them away from the smooth folds of her fleshy labia. Her fragrance enveloped me; thick and strong, yet undeniably feminine. She opened her womanhood to let me see the bright pink interior, and how it gleamed with moisture.

“Do you see here?” she asked, a finger sliding along a slender column of flesh, a hood from which a tender pink sliver protruded. “This is called the clitoris. It’s the centre of a woman’s pleasure.” Her fingers parted her labia to leave the sensitive node starkly exposed. “Will you kiss it, Doris?”

I gawped up at my mistress as her words rang through my head, shocked, no – scandalised by what she was asking of me.

To kiss a woman between her legs? Touch my lips to her most secret of places?

My belly quivered with apprehension – but I would not act like a timid child. My lady would have her desire.

Her hand cradled the back of my head and drew me towards her, but it was me who turned my chin upwards, me that firmly pressed my lips to the warm, moist flesh there, imprinting my kiss upon her clitty and making her gasp. I blushed hotly as I paused to sample the musky flavour lingering on my lips. It was an acquired taste, for sure, but one I thought I would quickly come to enjoy very much.

“Again,” Mrs. Shaw demanded breathlessly.

This time I didn’t need her to raise my head. My mouth found her again and I lingered there, exploring the other parts of her cunny with my lips and tongue until she pulled away. I looked up beyond her downy sex, past her belly and the soft curves of her breasts. She was smiling down at me.

“That was exquisite,” she told me, then flashed her eyes. “And now I’ll show you an even nicer way of doing it.”

With that, she twisted her body round, revealing an exquisitely apple-shaped bottom. She leaned forward over me, her hands guiding my thighs apart. Now I was as close and exposed to my mistress as she was to me. Her bottom was partially opened, leaving me a tantalising glimpse of her dusky rosebud. Even that forbidden place held its own undeniable allure.

Mrs. Shaw’s fingers framed my sex, her face dipping down to lay tender kisses on my lower belly. A whimper escaped me, but this was only the beginning of the pleasures to follow. Her soft lips trailed down to my pubis, nuzzling the sparse patch of hair that sprouted there.

I kissed the warm column of one thigh, then the other, my hands rising along her lovely legs to explore the smoothness of her skin before caressing the warm globes of her arse.

I felt her fingers brush my inner thighs, then her mouth was burrowing between them, a soft cry escaping my throat as her kisses adorned my cunny.

While her lips pressed ardently into my core, I grew bolder in my own actions – stroking Mrs. Shaw’s vulva; marvelling at the wetness I found there. I prised her apart as she’d done to me, trying my best to imitate the movements of her mouth and fingers, touching; teasing; tasting.

I could hear my lady’s breath quicken, and feel the small tremors that thrummed through her body. For a few brief moments it wasn’t clear to me what was happening, until I realised with astonishment that she was responding to my clumsy efforts. My head dropped away to gaze hungrily on her glistening sex, but when I brought my mouth to her again, eager to finish what I’d started, she suddenly shifted her weight and turned to face me.

My mistress kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I realised I was tasting myself on her lips, just as she was surely tasting herself on mine. The wine of communion. The thought was a lust-driven blasphemy – and I embraced it wholly.

My body rose to meet hers and she pressed into me, skin upon skin. I could feel her teeth graze my neck, then a sharp nip upon the shoulder. Partake of my flesh. Sweet blasphemy! We writhed against one another, the sheets beneath us warm and damp. I was mad with lust – sick with it.

“Easy, easy!” she urged me breathlessly. “There’s no need to rush.”

I stilled myself as best I could, shaking like a leaf while she pushed my legs apart with her knee, then settled herself between them. When she moved, sliding her body upwards, her pubis tight against my own sex, I couldn’t help but cry out. She ground against me, rocking herself back and forth, causing the most incredible sensations to surge through my being.

I reached round her to cup her bottom, gripping each cheek in my hands so I could press her more firmly down onto my aching cunny. Fresh tendrils of pleasure bloomed, and I gasped with delight, spreading my legs further apart to give her full access to me.

It was exquisite; divine – the gradual, laboured, maddening climb to that pinnacle of pleasure, when every atom screams for release the moment before it arrives. Then that instant of indescribable bliss, when it engulfs you, pierces your sex and drives deep into your soul. Our cries filled the room in a desperate harmony as we came together, until finally my mistress slumped against me exhausted.

I lay in limbo for a timeless moment, feeling a contentment such as I had never known.

The sudden absence of Mrs. Shaw’s weight roused me from my stupor, and I opened my eyes to find her rising from the bed, her lovely arse swaying as she sauntered across the room. She planted herself in the upholstered chair by the dressing table, watching me intently as she slid her buttocks to the edge, then spread her long, slender legs apart.

“Come over here and taste me again, Doris,” she cooed. Leaning back in the chair, she brought both hands up to her breasts and set about kneading them.

As if in a trance, I arose, padding towards her on trembling legs, then kneeling between her pale thighs. My breath quickened as I lowered my face to her thick pubes, the lips of her sex parted just enough to reveal the rosy interior.

“Lick me,” she breathed. “Make me come.”

I searched out her wet centre with my tongue and tasted the sweet honey I found there, supping from her opening flower. As I grew bolder, I went at her more aggressively, enveloping her cunny with my mouth. She cried out, and that only encouraged me further. Moistening a finger, I used it to brush the inflamed nub that she’d had me kiss earlier.

I felt an unexpected surge of pride when Mrs. Shaw climaxed, bucking wildly in her seat, holding my face to her sex until the pounding waves of ecstasy seemed to subside. I drank deep of her essence, savouring the taste until she could take no more.

As I sat back on my haunches, Mrs. Shaw rose to her feet. “Very nice,” she murmured, patting my shoulder. “You should go back to your room now. It wouldn’t do for the girls to find us together like this.”

With that, she bent to gather up her silvery gown. I felt a fresh surge of desire when the rosy cleft of her vulva revealed itself. Already I craved more of her kisses, her soft hands upon my skin, the heat of her womanhood against mine.

Still, it seemed that I’d been dismissed, so picking up my nightgown from the floor, I left Mrs. Shaw’s room and scurried naked down the hallway to the stark silence of my own quarters, where I slipped into my nightie and crawled into bed.

Lying there, the scent of arousal lingering like an echo, a hundred questions whirled wildly through my mind like leaves caught up in the autumn wind. I found myself wishing Mrs. Shaw had offered me at least some token of her affection. Instead, she’d sent me away without so much as a parting kiss. Inexperienced as I was in matters of sex, I had no idea of what to expect from my mistress after our intimacies, and decided it might be best to simply carry on as if everything was normal.

Inside, though, I was a tangle of confused emotions. It had been a strange and extraordinary day, one that had taken me from girlhood to a new maturity in the space of a few hours. I had so much to think about… but a deep drowsiness took hold of me, and I quickly fell into the blissful oblivion of sleep.

On to Chapter Three!

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

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

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

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

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

The evening, Kelly makes love to Gabby for the first time. But it’s not quite enough to satisfy her appetite, so later, when her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly exits her room…

…which brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les and JetBoy

Too restless and aroused to sleep, Kelly crept down the hall, thinking about lesbian sex and how to get it this late at night. An idea had occurred to her – risky, sure, but if she could make it happen, the payoff would be worth it and then some.

Upon reaching Gabby’s room, Kelly nudged the door open and peeked inside. Her little sister was sound asleep. Kelly tiptoed over to the bed and gently kissed Gabby’s cheek, then pulled the blanket up to the girl’s chin.

Kelly’s next destination was Linda’s room, where her mom was also dozing peacefully, enough of her upper half exposed to make it clear she was at least topless beneath the covers.

Idly caressing her nipples, Kelly toyed with the idea of carefully uncovering her mother, getting a good look at the woman’s bare body. She had yet to see Linda naked, a desire that had only grown more acute in the past couple of weeks.

Mulling it over, she finally shook her head. If Mom woke up, she’d totally freak out. Especially since I’m not wearing anything myself. 

She settled for kissing her mother’s cheek, just as she’d done for Gabby, turned to go – then paused in mid-motion when spied a basket of clean laundry that Linda hadn’t put away yet. Plucking one of her mom’s long t-shirts off the top, she slipped it on, then hastened downstairs.

Kelly’s sneakers were in the entryway closet. She stepped into them, crept into the kitchen and left the house through the back door, carefully closing it behind her. The night was cool, with a hint of rain in it.

Wandering to the edge of the back yard, Kelly gazed at the neighboring house where Cheryl, Ali and Pam lived. It was completely dark, except for one upstairs window, and she caught a hint of motion in the room.

Bet that’s Cheryl’s bedroom, Kelly told herself. She stared up at that window, waiting for something to happen.

A few minutes later, A red-haired woman appeared. It was Cheryl, and her breasts were bare. Then another woman wandered into view, but Kelly couldn’t see her well enough to identify. They drifted together in a passionate kiss. Yes! Kelly silently exulted.

She advanced through the neatly manicured lawn to the rear entrance of Cheryl’s house. Finding it locked, she thought for a moment, then lifted up the welcome mat to reveal a key. Kelly unlocked the door, returned the key to its hiding place and went inside.

She bent to unlace her sneakers, stepping out of them. Tingling from head to toe with anticipation, Kelly silently padded up the carpeted stairs.

The door to Ali’s bedroom was open just an inch, a line of amber light spilling into the hallway.

There was nothing to see through the door but a large dresser, but Kelly clearly heard a girl’s voice gasp, “Yeah, Mom… mmmm yes, I’m almost there, d-don’t stop!”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. Good grief… Cheryl’s fucking her daughter! Oh wow, that’s so hot.

She looked across the corridor to Cheryl’s room… sure enough, the door was open and Ali’s mother wasn’t there. Huh. Wonder where Pam is? She tiptoed to the last door down the hall and carefully opened it. There was Pam, sprawled out on her bed in a long t-shirt. She’d kicked her blankets away. Creeping over to where the little girl lay, Kelly lifted the bottom of Pam’s t-shirt high enough to see that she was wearing panties.

Too bad, she thought. Oh, well… now that me and Gabby are having sex, I’ll get to see Pam naked soon enough. The next time those two get together, I bet Gabs tells her everything we did!

Backing out into the hall, Kelly gently closed the door, then padded back to Ali’s room. Standing near the opening, she could hear everything clearly.

“My goodness… I haven’t seen you come that hard in a long time,” Cheryl said. “What had you so worked up?”

“Hanging out with Kelly, Mom,” Ali replied. “God… that girl is a firecracker!”

“She is,” Cheryl said. “When she asked to touch my breasts, I thought she was joking at first. And when she started telling me what you two had been doing, I nearly lost it! So, tell me again, sweetie… what did you and Kelly get up to?”

“Um. she asked to touch my tits, too,” Ali replied. “Of course, I let her.”

“Oh, of course.”

“Then she wanted to lick my pussy. I mean, really wanted to! I felt like maybe I shouldn’t do stuff with Kelly, ‘cause of her accident… like, it would be taking advantage of her, y’know? But she was soooo fucking sexy! I couldn’t resist. I got naked for her, and she was just about to go down on me when you knocked.”

“Did she undress, too?” Cheryl asked her sixteen-year-old daughter.

“Oh, yeah – I forgot to tell you that. She took her top off. No tits yet, but the cutest little nipples…” Ali sighed. “She kept her jeans on, though. God, I’d love a good look at that hot little ass of hers.” A pause. “Would it be bad if I did stuff with Kelly, Mom? After what happened to her?”

“No, it’s okay, hon. It’s plain to see that she really, really wants to fuck. If Kelly offers to lick your pussy again, go for it.”

Ali laughed. “What about you, Mom? If she hits on you again, what happens then?”

“Oh, I’ll have that little tease riding my face before she can finish getting the words out,” Cheryl said. “By the way, were your sister and Gabby doing anything exciting when you went downstairs to get them? You never said.”

“It was way hot, Mom. They were in the playroom with their pants and panties down, kissing and touching each other’s pussies.”

Cheryl moaned. “Ohhhh, yes… They were kissing? That’s something new.”

“I know! Gabby showed her how. Pam told me about it while you were getting supper ready. Oh, and Gabby knows I taught Pam how to masturbate. And get this: Gabby wants to see me naked. Pam told her she’d ask me if I’d let her have a look.”

“And your answer was…?” Cheryl’s breath was getting short, so Kelly figured she was touching her cunt, or letting Ali do it for her.

“I told her I’d think about it. I wanted to find out what you thought, Mom.”

“T-tell Pam yes, Gabby can see you naked,” Cheryl moaned. “You should all undress together. Fuck! Just thinking about you and those two little girls, taking your c-clothes off, letting them look at your body… shit, I’m about to come!”

“You want to do it with them both – huh, Mom? Two pretty little-nine year-old girls. And one of them is your own daughter. That’s so totally perverted. I bet you’re thinking about it right now!”

“I am thinking about it. My pretty Pam, ooooohhh, such a sexy child. I’ve wanted her f-for so long…”

“Soon, Mom,” Ali said, “We’re gonna make it happen. You, me, Pam… Gabby and Kelly, too. We’ll all be lovers.”

“Ohhhhhh, sweetheart! I’m – I’m – I’M…” Cheryl gave a choked cry.

“Come for me, Mom.”

As deep moans of unleashed ecstasy issued from the bedroom, a grinning Kelly crept back down the stairs, considering her next move.

When she entered the family room, Kelly spied the TV remote on the coffee table. She seated herself on the couch, picked up the device and turned on the large flat screen set.

Traveling through the channels, Kelly soon found an adult network. Cool! Good for you, Cheryl, she thought. Those kinds of channels were blocked on the TV at home.

Seeking out a lesbian movie, Kelly hit the PLAY button, turning up the volume so it was sure to be heard upstairs. She shrugged out of the outsized t-shirt she wore, leaving her naked, then began to rub her slit as she watched five women in a daisy chain.

Upstairs, Cheryl lay stretched out on the bed, recovering from her orgasm. Ali was nuzzling her mother’s breasts, occasionally giving them playful little bites.

Suddenly Ali sat up, eyes wide. “Mom! I hear someone downstairs.”

They were silent for a moment, hearing the music that drifted up the stairs from the living room.

“Did I forget to turn off the TV?” Cheryl asked herself, then shook her head. “No. I shut it off, I’m positive!”

“M-maybe it’s Pam?” Ali offered, but she didn’t believe it. Her little sister was an incredibly sound sleeper who never got up in the middle of the night, not even for the toilet.

Quietly rising from the bed, Cheryl picked her silk robe up from the floor, where she’d discarded it upon entering her daughter’s room, and quickly slipped into it. She stepped into the hall and tiptoed down to Pam’s room, where she found her youngest sound asleep.

Turning back, Cheryl saw Ali hesitantly enter the hallway, a towel wrapped around her bare body.

Holding a finger to her lips, Cheryl whispered, “Get the phone and follow me. Stay a few feet behind, and be ready to dial 911. I’ll take a quick peek downstairs. If I wave my hand at you, call for the police.”

A moment later, Cheryl cautiously made her way down the stairs, with Ali lingering at the top. Reaching the bottom, she took a few steps toward the living room. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the image of two nude women sixty-nining on the TV screen.

As her eyes adjusted to the glow of the screen, she saw a figure on the couch. Carefully drawing closer, Cheryl realized it was her neighbor’s daughter Kelly, completely nude and fiddling between her legs. The girl’s nightshirt was draped over the sofa arm.

What on earth…? Cheryl asked herself. Oh my God, she’s getting off to lesbian porn! She paused to take in the incredible sight, watching the little girl rub her slit. Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.

Taking a few steps back, a grinning Cheryl beckoned her daughter downstairs. Wait until she sees this!

With a sigh of relief, Ali hastened to join her mother. “What’s going on, Mom?”

“Come and see,” Cheryl whispered. “Don’t make any noise.” They advanced into the family room.

Ali gasped when she saw a nude eleven-year-old Kelly on their couch, masturbating to the image of two naked women grinding their cunts together, their moans filling the room.

“Stay here,” Cheryl murmured, then drew closer to the panting girl. “Kelly, honey?”

Looking up at her mother’s friend, Kelly smiled. “Hi, Cheryl.”

“Is everything okay?” Cheryl asked as she came closer. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I’m watching this sexy movie,” Kelly said.

“Um, well… I can see that. Looks like you’re really enjoying it, too. What I meant was… well, why are you watching it here?” As she spoke, Ali drifted into view, standing next to her mother.

“Oh, Cheryl,” Kelly sighed, “I was feeling so lonely all of a sudden, and Mom and Gabby are both asleep. I just wanted to come over here and hang out with you and Ali.” She nodded toward the television. “But when I saw your TV, I had to see if you’ve got the adult channels. Mom has those blocked in our house.” She continued to masturbate, glancing from Ali and Cheryl to the screen.

Still astonished, Cheryl shook her head. “So you sat down and…”

Kelly nodded. “I just wanted to know… but when I found this movie, I couldn’t help it. I had to make myself come. Soon as I was finished, I was gonna come up and look for you guys, honest! I saw your light on, so I knew you were still awake.”

“Kelly… I need to call Linda and let her know you’re here,” Cheryl said.

“Please don’t,” Kelly begged. “I really came over here to… well, I wanted to ask you both a big favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Can you fuck me? I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” Kelly said, gazing longingly into the woman’s eyes. “I’m afraid to do it myself, and I don’t like boys that way. You’re so beautiful, and I know you’d be gentle with me. Please? I’ll never tell, cross my heart.”

Cheryl gaped at the eleven-year-old, then at Ali. The look of desire in her daughter’s eyes was unmistakable. Ali wants this, Cheryl told herself. And damn it, so do I. 

Then her conscience weighed in. Can you really do this… have sex with Linda’s child? She’s still a little girl; hasn’t even had her period yet! It’s one thing to get yourself off thinking about Kelly, but taking her virginity? Think about the risk – you’d be putting your life on the line!

Cheryl pondered Kelly’s offer; weighing her sexual appetite against the consequences of sex with an underage girl. Finally, she reached a decision.

Taking the phone from Ali, she entered Linda’s number.

***

Linda was abruptly jolted from a deep sleep. Fumbling for her phone, she checked the caller ID and answered. “Cheryl? What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s okay.” Cheryl began. “Sorry to wake you, but, um, I had to let you know that Kelly’s here.”

“What? Wait, hang on!” Linda exclaimed. Before Cheryl could reply, Linda scrambled out of her bed and raced down the hall to Kelly’s room. Sure enough, her bed was empty, and a glance into Gabby’s room told her that Kelly wasn’t there, either.

Linda went to retrieve her phone, then realized she was still clutching it. “Why is she there?” she asked.

“She had a bad dream,” said Cheryl, giving Kelly a knowing smile. “You were asleep, so she wandered over here. I was still awake, so I guess she saw the light in my room.”

“Listen… she’s not naked, is she?”

How did she know that? Cheryl thought, but managed to laugh. “Naked? Of course not. She was wearing an extra-large t-shirt.”

“That used to belong to Walt,” Linda sighed. “Thanks so much for calling. I’ll be right over to get her.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” Cheryl said, giving Kelly a wink. “I already tucked her into the foldout bed in the study, and she’s sound asleep. Why not just let her stay put?”

“That would be so nice of you,.” Linda said. “You really don’t mind?”

“Don’t be silly! She’s always welcome here. I’ll send her home first thing tomorrow. Now get yourself back to bed and stop worrying.”

“Thanks so much, Cheryl. Good night.”

“Good night, Linda.”

Ending the call, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. She placed her phone on the nightstand and crawled back into bed.

Only now, she was wide awake. Shit – I’m too keyed up. As Linda tried to relax, the urge to masturbate came over her.

Oh, why not. It’ll help me get to sleep, Linda reasoned as she slipped out of her nightshirt and panties.

Cupping both breasts, Linda gently teased her nipples to aching stiffness, then she trailed a hand down her torso until it rested on her cunt. She began with one finger, sliding it up and down the moist cleft, opening herself up for more.

A memory suddenly flashed in her mind like lightning. She was standing in Kelly’s door, startled by the sight of her oldest daughter masturbating. God, the way she smiled at me, Linda thought. Like she didn’t even mind that I caught her in the act. 

Then she recalled what had occurred a few nights later, how she’d watched Gabby doing the very same thing. Her precious little girl, completely naked, fondling her bare slit. Much as Linda hated to admit it, the sight had aroused her. After all, I wasn’t much older than that when my sister and I started fooling around, she told herself.

That particular memory sent a wave of intense longing rushing through her. Damn, I miss Jan. Walt was a good, kind man and a wonderful husband, and my life isn’t the same without him… but he never satisfied me in bed the way my sister used to. 

Maybe it’s time for Jan and me to be lovers again. The very idea made her arousal soar even higher.

Linda was plunging two fingers in and out of her sodden cunt, the liquid sound of her frantic thrusts beating out a hard rhythm to accompany her ragged breathing.

Once again, she wondered if Kelly and Gabby were experimenting with one another, just like she and her sister had. God, those were such lovely times. Never knew such excitement. What an incredible new world for two curious young girls to explore! 

Her longing for Jan seemed to grow stronger by the second. Oh, Jan, I love you… please, PLEASE fuck me like you used to.

Just like that, she was immersed in the fantasy. The two of them were in bed, naked and in heat, sharing caresses and deep, forceful kisses.

Jan flips me onto my back and licks a pathway down between my breasts. She’s hungry for little sister’s cunt… and I’m ready for her to taste it.

Suddenly Linda pictured her daughters standing nearby, watching them fuck.

The girls were both nude. Kelly was hugging Gabby from behind, a hand tucked between her baby sister’s thighs, two fingers gliding up and down the child’s virgin sex. Their eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle of Mommy, doing sexy things with Aunt Jan.

In Linda’s mind’s eye, she saw Gabby twist around to smile at her big sister… and Kelly kissed the happy nine-year-old, her tongue circling the girl’s mouth.

That was enough to spur Linda into a racking orgasm, one that shook her body like a rag doll in the grip of an angry child. She forced her fingers as deep as they could go, moving them around to grind against the walls of her vagina, all the while stimulating her clit with the thumb of the other hand.

It was a long, frantic ride, but it finally began to slow, then ease to a gradual halt. Linda lay quietly but for the hoarse sawing of her breath. In, out, in, out… she eased into the rhythm of it, growing drowsy.

As the tide gently carried her away, it occurred to Linda that maybe she shouldn’t be having sex fantasies that involved her underage daughters. But before her mind could apply itself to the right or wrong of it, she’d fallen into a sound sleep.

***

Setting her phone down, Cheryl joined Kelly on the couch, while Ali parked herself on a nearby ottoman.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Kelly?” Cheryl asked, resting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “To… to lose your virginity? And you want us to do it for you.”

Kelly nodded. “It’s totally what I want.” She looked from Cheryl to Ali. “I know you guys are having sex with each other, and it gets me crazy hot. I can’t think of anything better than having my first real fuck with a mom and daughter at the same time!”

Cheryl glanced at Ali. Her daughter was grinning hugely, the girl’s eyes dancing in anticipation. “Well, then,” she said, getting to her feet. “I suppose we should go upstairs.”

They made their way up to Ali’s bedroom, Cheryl leading Kelly by the hand.

Once she’d eased the door shut behind them, Cheryl murmured, “Kelly, if we do this with you, it’s really important that you don’t make a lot of noise. Pam is a pretty sound sleeper, but we still don’t want to risk waking her. She doesn’t know about me and Ali.”

“What if Pam did wake up, though?” said Kelly. “I bet she’d want to join in. She and my sister are doing sexy stuff together, y’know.”

“Sure,” Cheryl replied. “But I don’t think she’s quite ready to have sex with her mother or sister.”

“We want her to, though!” Ali exclaimed.

“Maybe someday,” said Cheryl, followed by a wistful sigh.

Sprawling out on the king-size bed, Kelly began to masturbate, gently fingering her moist slit. “You’re both so… so hot!” she said, her gaze shifting from one to the other. “I liked seeing you naked before, Ali.”

Cheryl grinned. “Want to see her that way again?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Taking hold of Ali’s towel, Cheryl gently pulled it away, revealing her daughter’s nude body. Kelly moaned in delight as Cheryl began to fondle Ali’s breasts and hard nipples.

After a few kisses, Cheryl reached down and opened Alicia’s cunt with her fingers. “So… you wanted to lick my little girl’s pussy?”

Kelly’s face was flushed and her eyes half closed. She nodded. “Yeah. I did.”

“But then I interrupted you… didn’t I?”

Kelly took a deep breath before she answered, fighting to keep her voice steady. “You sure did, Cheryl. I almost had my tongue in Ali’s cunt, then you knocked on the door. I don’t know why she made me stop. How long have you and your mom been having sex, Ali?”

Mother and daughter glanced at each other. Cheryl gave a small nod, and Ali said, “A little over three years now.” She paused. “I was twelve when we first did it.”

“So fucking hot,” Kelly moaned, She licked her lips and whispered, “Take your mom’s robe off, Ali. I want to see you naked together.”

Ali looked at Cheryl, who closed her eyes and let both arms fall to her side, smiling as she waited to be undressed. Pulling the sash on her mother’s robe, Ali slowly opened it before Kelly’s eager eyes as if she was unveiling a work of art, then pushed the silken garment over Cheryl’s shoulders, letting it slide down to the carpet.

Getting to her feet, Kelly walked in a slow circle around the two women. “You guys have such nice asses,” she said. “Seems to me that redheads always look really good from behind.” They were all nude. Hands on hips, she asked, “What about me? Do I look sexy with my clothes off? Do you like girls my age?”

Ali couldn’t restrain herself for another second. Without a word, she knelt before the young girl, put both hands on her slim hips and placed a tender kiss on Kelly’s bare labia, followed by a tiny lick.

Kelly gasped, and Cheryl said, “As you can see by Ali’s reaction… yeah, we love young girls.” Cheryl moved closer and, putting a hand on Kelly’s bare shoulder, added, “You’re absolutely luscious, Kelly. I’ve wanted you for years. I saw you in your little one-piece bathing suit when you were, I don’t know, seven or eight… and it made me so hot that I had to go up to my room and finger my cunt until I came while I watched you playing through my bedroom window. Now I’m finally going to fuck you.”

“And me!” exclaimed Ali, looking up at the younger girl. “I only wish Gabby could be here, too. I can’t decide which one of you gets me hotter!”

Kelly snickered. “So you like little girls, huh? Well, I know you taught your sister how to make herself come. Then she showed Gabby how. You and Pam touch your pussies together, huh? And then you go tell your mom all about it, I bet.”

“Every detail,” Cheryl answered with a smirk. “Then my big girl and I fuck each other silly.” She reached down to cup her daughter’s breast, then gave the nipple a playful tweak. Ali whimpered, her face resting against the softness of the eleven-year-old’s tummy.

Kelly gave a happy sigh as Ali trailed a finger along the crease of her sex. “But you haven’t licked Pam yet.”

“Not yet,” Ali answered, a bit impatient to get started on that pretty bare slit, so tantalizingly close to her lips. “But I want to… God, I want to!”

“I’ve licked Gabby’s pussy,” Kelly said. “It’s soooo sweet.” She seated herself on the end of the bed, legs spread wide apart. “If you want, Ali, you can do that to me while I tell your mom something.”

Still on her knees, Ali moved between Kelly’s thighs, bending down to lick over and around the young girl’s smooth slit. Loving the thick, earthy flavor, she pressed her mouth to the vaginal opening and eased her tongue inside

Cheryl moved closer to get a better view, and Kelly told her. “I’m gonna get Pam and Gabby to fool around with me really soon. Maybe tomorrow. Some place where you can watch us.” Putting her feet up on the bed, she spread her legs even wider, giving Ali full access to her cunt.

“Think about it, Cheryl,” Kelly continued. “Instead of just hearing about what they do, you can see Gabby and Pam fuck.”

Cheryl moaned, overwhelmed by images of underage lesbian sex. Her breath grew ragged as she pictured herself naked and in bed with two little girls, one of them her own child. It was an intensely powerful fantasy, the kind of forbidden scenario she’d masturbated to for years.

Kelly went on, her breath getting short as Ali went down on her. “I can make it happen. I already showed Gabby how girls have sex… and we c-can both teach Pam. Ooooohh, yeah… After that, it’ll be easy to bring Ali into it. Pretty soon, you – you’ll have all four of us m-making love to you. Oh. Oh, fuck. How’s that sound, Cheryl?”

Groping her throbbing pussy with one hand, Cheryl panted, “Yes. Oh, absolutely. I like that idea!”

“And it’ll happen, I, I promise. Mmmmm… an’ all I want from you is to fuck me first. Fuck me for real!” Kelly gasped, rolling her eyes.

Cheryl stared at the trembling eleven-year-old, weighing her options. Can I really do this? Break the hymen of a girl this young? She shook her head. Silly question. Of course I will. I’m taking a big chance, yeah… but how on earth can I resist the prize she’s offering? God, just the thought of finally getting Pam into bed! I’d run any risk for that.

“Alicia, sweetheart,” she told her daughter, “Don’t make Kelly come just yet. Let’s save it for when we’re giving her what she wants.”

“Cool!” Kelly squealed, gleefully clapping her hands. “Thank you, Cheryl!”

“My pleasure,” Cheryl replied. “Now scoot back some. If we’re doing this, you need to be lying all the way down.”

“Oh, yeah. Duh,” Kelly muttered. Ali sat back as the younger girl quickly arranged herself on the bed, both legs spread wide. “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” said Cheryl.

“Totally,” Ali echoed. Quickly crawling between Kelly’s thighs, she buried her tongue in the girl’s cunt, blissfully humming with each lick she took.

Cheryl looked on approvingly at the lewd scene, then stretched out alongside Kelly. “We’re gonna rock your world, kiddo,” she purred, just before plunging her tongue into the young girl’s mouth.

Kelly eagerly returned the ardent kiss, sucking on Cheryl’s tongue. Meanwhile, Cheryl began to toy with the barely-there mounds of her new lover’s breasts, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb.

Before long, Kelly had to tear her mouth away from Cheryl’s, panting for breath. “Oh, w-wow!” she gasped.

“Oh, we’re just getting warmed up, little girl,” said Cheryl. “I want a taste of you, too.”

Crawling down to the foot of the bed, she tapped Ali’s shoulder. When the girl looked up, Cheryl claimed her daughter’s mouth in a lustful kiss, then whispered, “It’s my turn, hon.”

“Sure, okay.” Ali shifted to one side, inviting her mother to feast.

As Cheryl moved in to take that first luscious lick, Ali slid up toward the headboard, took Kelly in her arms and began to kiss and fondle the girl.

When she tasted her own pussy on Ali’s tongue, Kelly moaned into their kiss. Fast approaching orgasm, she whimpered in frustration when, without warning, Cheryl raised her head.

Reaching into her daughter’s nightstand and feeling her way through the drawer’s contents, Cheryl took out a slender white vibrator, which she applied to Kelly’s clit for a moment. Twisting the base, she turned the toy on and began to run the pulsing tip around the eleven-year-old’s slit.

“Oh, yeah!” Kelly gasped. “That’s so f-fucking good.”

“Just you wait.” With that, Cheryl began to wriggle the buzzing toy into the child’s snug vagina.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Kelly cried, a shudder racing through her thin body.

Cheryl fed about an inch of the vibrator inside, withdrew it until only the tip remained, then penetrated Kelly again. In and out she went, going further with each careful stroke until the toy reached the barrier of  the girl’s hymen.

“Yeah, Mom.” Ali said in a hushed whisper. “Fuck her. She’s ready for it.” She was cradling Kelly’s head in her lap.

“Yeah!” Kelly urged, “Do it, Cheryl. Fuck me!”

Turning the vibe up a notch, Cheryl began to use shorter, harder thrusts. Kelly drew both knees up, holding her legs as far apart as she could. Now Cheryl could see the little girl’s anus, and found herself unable to resist reaching out and to stroke it with a fingertip.

“Mmmmm, Cheryl… I – I love you,” Kelly stammered, her face a portrait of raw desire. “Please, please go into me. Do it, be my first fuck!”

Biting her lower lip, Cheryl pushed through the girl’s hymen. Kelly gave a sharp cry of pain. Cheryl froze, then a smile slowly crossed her face as Kelly’s cry trailed into a whimper of ecstasy.

“Uh, yeah, Cheryl, oh, oh, oh yeah!” Kelly gssped. “K-keep going.”

Emboldened by the young girl’s willingness to be taken, Cheryl fell into a steady tempo, working the sex toy back and forth, back and forth.

“Huh, huh, huh…” Kelly exhaled, in time with the pumping of her grownup lover’s arm. A sudden jerk shook her boyish frame, then she covered her mouth just before emitting a scream. Kelly’s body was twitching, the child’s muffled cries rising to a choked howl, then growing softer and slower as she came down from her orgasm, eventually collapsing in a sodden heap.

Cheryl switched the vibrator off and cautiously withdrew it. She was unable to tear her eyes away from Kelly’s face, somehow lovelier than ever in the aftermath of rapture. When she finally examined the toy, it was streaked a watery red.

Getting to her feet, the older woman padded into the bathroom, where she washed the vibrator clean, then moistened a washcloth, which she took back into the bedroom and used to wipe away the small amount of blood that stained Kelly’s sex and inner thighs.

Ali cuddled and fondled the younger girl while Cheryl cleaned her. “Just wait,” Kelly told the teen, “Soon you’ll not only be licking your little sister, but mine, too.”

Taking a long, luxurious stretch, Cheryl murmured, “Well, I guess we’d better get some rest. It’s late.”

“Not yet!” was Kelly’s response. “I still want to fuck you guys. Okay?”

Mother and daughter looked appreciatively at Kelly. Her slim build, that long sandy hair spilling over her shoulders. Those barely-there breasts and the sweet, smooth cleft of her pussy. The long tanned legs. But what really got them was the hunger Cheryl and Ali saw in the girl’s sparkling eyes.

When Kelly added, “Please? I really want to taste you – both of you. I – I’ll die if you don’t let me.” She was kneeling on the bed, both hands clasped together.

Ali and Cheryl looked at each other, then back at Kelly. “Well… I’m into it, Mom,” Ali said.

“Far be it from me to pass up a chance to get licked,” Cheryl chuckled. “Okay, Kelly – we’re all yours.”

The younger girl’s face was shining like the sun. Turning to Ali, she said, “I’ll get to your pussy soon, I promise. But first, I want to fuck your mom.”

“That’s cool,” Ali replied. “I totally want to see this!”

“Sure, Kelly.” Cheryl said. After all, she had yet to come that evening, though she’d been awfully close a few times. “Do whatever you want,” she added, cupping her sex.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” Kelly murmured, licking her lips.

Cheryl meekly complied, tingling all over as she wondered what this bold little girl had in mind for her.

“You’re so lucky, Ali,” said Kelly. Stationing herself next to Cheryl, the nude eleven-year old reached down to fondle the woman’s heavy breasts. ”I wish my mom was as fun and sexy as yours.”

“I think your mom is way hot,” Ali protested. “I’d do her in a heartbeat!”

“Yeah, I s’pose… but she isn’t into girls,” Kelly replied with a shrug. “Guess she misses my father too much.” She scooted beneath the kneeling Cheryl, her face directly below those generous breasts. “Oh, I still want to fuck Mother, if I can. I think maybe my Aunt Jan will let me have sex with her… if that happens, she can help me with Mother.” Parting her lips, she took Cheryl’s right nipple into her mouth to suck.

“Your mother’s sister Jan?” Cheryl shook her head. “Jesus, Kelly. Are there any women or girls out there who you aren’t trying to get into bed?”

Kelly giggled. “I can’t think of any!” Going up on her knees, she moved behind Cheryl and gave the woman’s shapely buttocks a few playful slaps with the palm of her hand. Not hard, just firmly enough to make a satisfying smack. Cheryl didn’t complain; just thrust her backside out even further.

Instead of spanking Cheryl again, Kelly began to pepper her bottom with kisses, purring with joy as she nuzzled the tender flesh. “So soft,” she sighed, then glanced over at Ali, who was working two fingers in and out of her cunt. “Hey, Ali,” she said, “what’s the wildest thing your mom likes to do when you two fuck? Anything really dirty?”

“You’re nearly doing it now,” Ali replied. “Mom’s a total ass freak. It’s not really my thing, but she loves to get her butthole licked.”

Kelly studied the woman’s ass closely. Putting both hands on the woman’s cheeks, she carefully spread them apart. “Is that true, Cheryl?” she asked.

“Yes, it is,” Cheryl whimpered, trembling in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly gently blew into Cheryl’s ass crack. “Oh, God,” the older woman moaned. “Oh, my God.”

“Your butthole is so pretty,” Kelly cooed. “Like a little star.” With that, she bent to press her lips to Cheryl’s anus in an open-mouthed kiss. A moment later, the eager little girl licked the tight hole, and Cheryl slumped forward with an ecstatic groan. She buried her face in a pillow, ass jutting out while Kelly rimmed her.

Ali fucked herself even harder, her hand a blur as she watched Kelly tongue-fuck her mother.

Kelly finally raised her face, saying, “Cool. You really like that, huh? I can tell by how wet your pussy is.” Slapping Cheryl’s ass once more, she added, “I better give your cunt some love, too.”

Ali looked on in disbelief as Kelly arranged the fingers on her right hand into a sort of cone shape, then pushed them into Cheryl’s pussy. Twisting her wrist from side to side, it took the girl less than a minute to get her entire hand inside.

Somehow managing to stifle a scream, Cheryl gasped, “Oh, fuck yeah, Kelly. How’d you know? Fuck me hard, ooooohh, stick that hand in n-nice and deep. Oh, God, yeah! Oh, so good, d-don’t stop fucking me..!”

Eyes blazing with determination, Kelly fucked the forty-year-old woman, her arm pumping like a piston in and out of Cheryl’s hot, swampy vagina. “You like this, huh? A little girl’s hand in your pussy? Wow, you’re a  great big pervert.”

“Yes, yes I am,” Cheryl panted. “I c-can’t help myself. Even when I was a, a teenager, I’d fall in love with young girls. By the time Ali was four, I already knew I wanted t-to take her to bed. Oh, Kelly, yesssss! Fuck me, you little m-motherfucker.”

Kelly continued to ravage Cheryl’s cunt with her right hand, then brought the left down on the woman’s ass, the loud crack going off like a gunshot. Cheryl moaned, a hard shudder shaking her frame.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kelly growled.

“Oh, yes, God, yes.”

“Then come for me, you dirty bitch.” Kelly said. “Feel how deep my hand is in your cunt. Go ahead, come. Let your daughter see what a slut her mommy is.”

With those words, Cheryl went iron-rigid for a few seconds, then began to tremble and sob and gasp. She snatched at the bedclothes with both hands and, burying her face in them, screamed into the bed. Finally Cheryl collapsed on her side, curled into a ball, Kelly’s hand still filling her vagina. Nearby, Ali was writhing through her own orgasm, practically mauling her cunt.

Kelly gently stroked Cheryl’s back. “You had a good come, huh?”

Her eyes closed, Cheryl mumbled, “Mm-hmm. Ssssso good.”

“That makes me really happy,” Kelly cooed, all sweetness again. “Thanks for letting me do that to you, Cheryl. I loved it!”

There was a small refrigerator on the left hand side of the bed. Opening its door and reaching inside, Ali produced a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and handed it to her mother, who drained half the contents in a gulp. Cheryl then offered it to Kelly, who took a few swallows before passing the bottle to Ali to finish.

Setting the empty on top of the fridge, Ali leaned back against the headboard, propped up by several pillows, legs extended. Kelly thoughtfully studied the older girl, moistening her lips, then quickly straddled Ali’s lap, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Abruptly breaking away, she said, “Move your legs apart, Ali… I’m gonna lick your pussy now!” Rising to her feet, Kelly got down between the older girl’s parted thighs.

An awed Cheryl watched the scene unfold. It’s definitely happening, yeah… but it seems so incredibly unreal. Like something out of an illegal porn film. Ali was cupping her breasts, whimpering in ecstasy as Kelly’s tongue teased her slit.

Despite having climaxed just a few minutes earlier, Cheryl’s cunt was beginning to tingle and throb all over again. Of course, I am watching an eleven-year-old cutie go down on my daughter. And she wants to do the same to Pam, don’t forget that. As she pictured Kelly making love to her nine-year-old, Cheryl began to masturbate.

Kelly raised her head, looking over her shoulder at Cheryl. “You’re not done yet,” she said. “I licked your butthole… now come do that to me.” With that, she returned to her task, feasting on every bit of Ali’s sweet pussy.

Without a word, Cheryl moved forward, placing both hands on Kelly’s flawless bottom. Ali tugged at her nipples as she watched her mother carefully spread the little girl’s cheeks apart.

It was a breathtaking sight. Cheryl felt positively giddy as she gazed lovingly at Kelly’s pretty holes – the pink cleft of her sex, the darker whorl of her anus. God, she’s perfect, absolutely perfect.

Bending down, Cheryl began to kiss Kelly’s buttocks, basking in the enticing scent of the girl. She gave the left cheek a playful bite, then grinned when Kelly squealed in surprise – the sound muffled by Ali’s pussy, of course.

Cheryl ran her tongue across Kelly’s rump, then delved into the crack, licking her way to the child’s rosebud. She pressed against the taut pucker, seeking entry. Kelly whimpered her approval, sucking on Ali’s clit all the while.

Ali was studying Kelly’s face, fascinated by the dreamy light she perceived in the eleven-year-old’s eyes. It was an amazing thing to see – a little girl experiencing hardcore lesbian sex and loving it. Wonder if Pam will look like that when we fuck? Ali asked herself.

In the last few weeks, the desire she held for her younger sister had hardened into an obsession… and now Kelly was promising to help get Pam into her bed. Just imagining it was nearly enough to make Ali come, especially with this sexy nymph doing amazing things to her clit.

Seconds later, she was coming, barely remembering to stifle her ecstatic cries by clamping a hand over her mouth. Cheryl raised her head to watch her daughter’s orgasm, gently slipping a finger into Kelly’s rectum.

Kelly shivered when she was penetrated, but kept licking Ali’s pussy until the older girl pushed her head away, gasping “Okay, th-that’s enough.” Staring in awe at her underage lover, she murmured, “Oh, yeah, girl. I’m gonna keep that mouth of yours busy.”

Cheryl withdrew her finger from Kelly’s ass. “We’re going to wear you out, sweetheart. I think we all need to get some rest.”

“No, not yet!” Kelly protested, “I still want to…”

“Hush, now,” Cheryl said, interrupting the girl with a kiss., “Whatever you want, we’ll do it with you, I promise. But not tonight. It’s late, we’re sleepy, and tomorrow is another day.”

Ali moved to give their guest a kiss. “Oh, Kelly… that was amazing. You’re already an incredible lover.”

“Just you wait! I’m gonna teach everything I know to Pam and Gabby. They’ll be just as good as me!” She giggled. “Well… nearly as good!”

“Let me know when that happens,” Ali said, then gave an enormous yawn. “Well, I’m wiped out, so it’s time for me to turn in.” The naked teen crawled beneath the sheets.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Cheryl bent to kiss her daughter’s cheek.

“Thanks for everything, Ali,” Kelly said. “I loved making love with you.”

“Me too,” Ali said, her voice trailing into a deep yawn. “G’night, Kelly. G’night, Mom.”

Cheryl led Kelly from the room, turning out the light as she went, then gently closing the door. “Okay, Kelly… let’s get you settled in for the night. I’ll put you on the fold-out couch.”

“Aw,” the child pouted. “How come I can’t sleep with you?”

“Well, for one thing, Pam sometimes gets up before I do… and let’s face it, I’d have a hell of a time explaining why I’ve got the neighbor’s daughter in bed with me, and why she happens to be completely naked. Besides, if you slept with me, we’d just end up fucking again. That’s what you’re hoping for… isn’t it, you little schemer?”

“Um… yeah, kinda,” Kelly replied with a sheepish grin. “But, I mean…do you blame me? Sex is the best thing ever!”

”And you’ll get to do it again,” Cheryl said, giving the child’s bottom a pat. “I think that you and Ali are going to become new best friends. Which means you’ll be spending a lot of time hanging out here.”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds great!”

Cheryl took Kelly to the hall bathroom, where she gave the girl a new toothbrush, and they took turns brushing their teeth, then using the toilet.

“I’m in the mood for a shower,” Cheryl said. “Want to join me?”

“Sure!” Kelly replied with a delighted grin. Cheryl switched on the water, and they climbed into the tiled cubicle together.

The sight of the child’s bare body glistening with wetness, quickly revived Cheryl’s desire, especially when they were soaping one another. Somehow, she managed to confine their activities to a few passionate kisses, though a mischievous Kelly spent a little extra time washing the older woman’s cunt and anus.

Finally they emerged, their bodies a rosy pink, and toweled each other down.

“There we go. Now let’s get you tucked in!” They padded back to Cheryl’s room to retrieve Kelly’s t-shirt, then descended the stairs to the study, where Cheryl made up the sofa bed for her.

Kelly slipped beneath the sheet. “Thank you for making love to me, Cheryl… you and Ali,” she said. “It was wonderful.”

“My pleasure, sweetie,” Cheryl replied. “You get some rest, now.” She bent to kiss the little girl’s cheek, turned the light out, and returned to her room.

As she settled into bed, Cheryl marveled at the turn her evening had taken. I don’t know what changed Kelly, to make her the way she is now… but she’s the best thing to happen to me in ages. Something tells me that she’s going to take this family on one hell of a ride.

With a contented sigh, she nestled into the sheets and let herself drift into slumber.

On to Chapter Six!