Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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Kate woke earlier than usual the next morning, perhaps still energized from our forbidden romp in the dark with our aunt the night before. I had already been awake for almost an hour by then, and was sitting up in bed, writing notes in my journal.

It was about 8:30 when her eyes popped open. She was lying on her stomach, but pushed herself up to gaze at me. “Wow, Julie, did that really happen?” my sister asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, grinning at her. “It sure did.”

“Wow…” She turned over onto her back, slowly shaking her head. After a moment, she said, “Will we get in trouble?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, it was her idea to have the fashion show and stuff. She’s the one who took off her robe and let you take naked pictures of her. In fact, she asked you to. And then later she said it was okay for us to masturbate with her and everything. The rest of it… well, that just sort of happened. I don’t think she’ll be mad, if she even remembers what we did. She was pretty drunk, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But what about Mommy? Are we gonna tell her about it? Won’t she be mad?”

I smiled to myself as I recalled that stimulating dream I’d had. “No, I don’t think that’s a problem. We can tell Mommy, and I have a feeling she’ll be perfectly happy with what we did.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I felt quite confident about it.

“Okay, if you say so.”

For the next minute or so we were quiet, both of us just thinking. Then Kate said, “I’m hungry. Do you want to take a shower, or get something to eat first?”

We decided on a shower, after which we got dressed and quickly packed our bags. Aunt Barbara was up by then, and breakfast had been delivered. We enjoyed blueberry pancakes with sausages and freshly-squeezed orange juice.

“What time is your flight?” Our aunt asked, as we were finishing the meal. “About noon?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, “at, um, 12:05.”

She glanced at her watch. “All right, so we really need to leave pretty soon. Are you kids packed and ready to go?”

We were. Twenty minutes later, we’d left the big resort hotel and were driving along the road past Lake Tahoe on our way to Reno. The scenery was beautiful, really spectacular. I was happy to be going home, though. I’d missed my mom and Dana and Molly and Chelsea. But I was also glad we’d had such a fun time on our trip, meeting Fucker and then having a night to remember with Aunt Barbara. I wondered again how much she would remember about what we’d done with her. She hadn’t said anything to us about it that morning, although she did seem kind of groggy, perhaps hung over.

Anyway, we got to the airport and parked, and she came inside with us. At the gate, as we were waiting to board, Kate dug into her bag and pulled out a thumb drive. With a smile, she handed it to our aunt.

“Here,” she said. “You can put this in your computer. It has the pictures I took of the lake and stuff, and the mountains, and also the ones you took of us last night, you know, our fashion show.”

“Oh, thank you, honey,” said Aunt Barbara. “That’s sweet of you.”

She gave Kate a kiss on the cheek, but I saw that she was frowning slightly, perhaps thinking about some of the naughty ways she’d asked us to pose for her in our sexy lingerie, or about the way she had posed nude for Kate, even spreading her legs for the camera.

I winked at my sister and she giggled. What our aunt didn’t know yet is that there were a few extra photos on the memory stick — shots that Kate and I had taken just that morning after our shower. We’d decided to leave her a little surprise, several pics of each of us on the bed, completely naked. In one of them, I had my fingers on my pussy, opening my labia so she could see my pink center. There was a similar photo of Kate, along with others that were less explicit but still provocative. We hoped she would enjoy our parting gift.

It was time to board. We exchanged hugs and kisses, then waved goodbye to Aunt Barbara. Soon we were in the air, on our way home.

On the plane, I got out my journal and started writing again. Earlier that morning, I’d written about Allie, aka Fucker, and the things Kate and I had done with her that weekend, but now I added notes about some of the other girls and women I’d recently met. It had been almost a month since I’d taken the time to fully update the journal, since right before school started, and a lot had happened in that time.

I wrote about Hannah and Lindsey, and their moms, Lauren and Kelsey, and the interesting sleepover at their house. I mentioned Ms. Firth too, my sexy Art & Design teacher. I wrote about Karen, of course, and how exciting it was to meet up with her again, and I also wrote about Chelsea’s new friend Samantha, and her tall pretty mom, Megan.

Looking back over my earlier entries, I made sure I’d said enough about how fun it was to play Undercover Spy that first time with Riley, and I checked the notes I’d written about Riley’s mother, Paula, about how hot she was and how I hoped I might someday be able to watch her have sex with my mom. It all seemed fine. I made only a couple of minor additions.

As I was doing all this work, my sister Kate was happily playing with her Game Boy, while also listening to a Le Tigre CD in one ear. And by the time I was finally done, we were starting our descent — back home again!

Dana and Chelsea met us at the airport. Our mom and Molly were still driving back from their horseback riding trip at the mountain lodge. When we got to the house they were there, and we had a happy reunion.

* * *

The days went by. I saw Karen again that week, when our small group of students was bussed to the high school for special classes. She drove me home after school on Friday. We stopped in the park as we’d done before and had sex, fingering each other to orgasm while we made out.

Karen still wasn’t ready to meet up with the rest of my family again, but said she would be soon. She asked me not to say anything about her to my mom or anyone until then, though, and I agreed.

Anyhow, I had other things to think about. I’d hoped to spend some time with Hannah that weekend, but it didn’t really work out. On Friday night, I babysat for Elaine Gallagher’s kids, and then on Saturday, Hannah had a babysitting job of her own, taking care of two small boys on her block. Their mom and dad had to go to a wedding out of town, so Hannah was at their house all afternoon and until late that night. She and I did get to see each other for a little while on Sunday, but we were never alone alone enough to really do much of anything. Oh well.

On Sunday evening, however, there was a significant new development. The family was just finishing dinner when Molly asked our mom if she could have Lindsey for a sleepover on the following Friday night. I jumped in and proposed that I ask Hannah too, the same way Molly and I had slept over at their house together. Our mother seemed to think that was fine — but then Chelsea asked if Samantha could come as well.

“Wait a minute,” Mommy laughed. “This isn’t a hotel. How many kids do you think we can fit in here? With Samantha too, and Chelsea and Lindsey, that’ll be four in your bed, Molly. That won’t work, will it?”

“We could sleep on the floor,” said Molly. “Or down here, in the family room, like at my slumber party, remember?”

“Well…”

“Please, Mommy, can we?” Chelsea begged.

“All right, I suppose so,” my mother consented, with a theatrical sigh and a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, come on, tell the truth,” I said to her. “You don’t really mind having all those little girls here, do you? Running around in their jammies and things?”

My mom raised her eyebrows. “The truth?” She looked first at Chelsea, then at Molly, licking her lips. “The truth is I love having all this pussy around me… the more little girl pussy, the better. That’s the honest truth.”

My younger sisters giggled. Kate I did too.

“So, yes, you kids can have your friends for a sleepover here any time you like. Not on school nights, of course, but any other time. I love seeing all those cute little girls, and… thinking about them.”

“Mmm,” Dana sighed. She had a hand on her breast, gently fondling it through her blouse.

“But while we’re on the subject,” Mommy added, “let me remind you kids once again how important it is that you don’t ever say anything about, well, about the special things we do together, in bed with each other. Not everyone would necessarily be willing to accept that. You know what I mean. So just be careful, all right?”

We nodded in agreement. Our mother often talked to us about this, and we all understood the need for caution.

* * *

By the time Friday night came around, one more person had been added to the mix. In addition to Hannah and Lindsey and Samantha, there was Megan, Samantha’s mother. She wouldn’t be staying overnight, but Mommy had invited her to join us for supper. With such a big crowd, we decided not to cook, instead just ordering a variety of sandwiches and wraps from the deli near us.

While we were eating, the typically bubbly Samantha exclaimed, “I wanna play Undercover Spy after dinner! Mommy, you play with us, okay?”

Well, now, this was a quandary. We had told Megan only a little bit about the game up until that point, when she’d come to our house for dinner the first time. So unless Samantha had said more to her about it, which I suppose was possible, the woman didn’t know the unconventional rules — things like the requirement of a naked strip-search in the darkness of a closet — and we had no way of knowing how she might react to them.

There was another thing too. Neither Lindsey nor Hannah had played the game yet. As far as I knew, the only initiates outside of our family were Riley, Emily, and Samantha. I was pretty sure, though, after kissing in bed with Hannah and Lindsey during the sleepover at their place, that the two of them would likely enjoy our game a lot. But what about Megan? Would she be shocked, offended, outraged?

Evidently my mother had some of the same concerns. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t know about that,” she said to Samantha, smiling gently. “I think your mommy and Dana and I might want to just sit and talk for a while after we finish eating. You kids can play the game later on, before bed, all right?” Meaning, of course, after Megan had already left to go home.

Samantha appeared to accept this, but with a pout. I noticed something else, however. My sister Kate was frowning slightly and nodding to herself as she looked around the table at each person. It seemed to me she might be scheming, working on a plan.

I was right, she was. As soon as we’d all been excused and left the table, Kate gathered the younger girls around her and led them upstairs. Motioning Hannah to come along too, I joined them. We all went into Kate’s bedroom, where she closed the door, then said, “You guys really want to play that game, right? Undercover Spy?”

The kids nodded eagerly.

“And Samantha, you want your mommy to play the game with us too, huh?”

“Yeah, I do, I really do!”

“Okay, well, I think that’s an awesome idea,” Kate beamed. “I think everyone oughta play it together — all of us, and your mom, and our mom, and Dana too. Is that what you guys want?”

She received almost complete agreement. Not entirely universal, though, because I demurred. “Oh, Kate, I don’t know…”

“Come on, Julie, you know you want to. Think how fun it would be!”

The others chimed in, arguing in favor.

“I know, but…”

They soon convinced me, and it wasn’t really that hard to do. The longer I thought about the prospect of being naked in the dark with all of these girls and the three sexy women, the more I found it impossible to resist.

During our debate, Hannah had said almost nothing. Lindsey supported the idea, even though she didn’t know yet how to play the game. She was simply caught up in the others’ enthusiasm.

After I agreed, however, Hannah said, “Um, why didn’t you want to do it at first, Julie?”

“Well, uh, because… some of the rules are… I mean, see, it’s a game you play, like, naked. Everyone has to be naked.”

Her eyes went wide. A huge smile split her face. “Really? That’s brill!”

“Yeah, well, I only hope, you know, that Samantha’s mom thinks so, too.”

“Let’s go find out,” said Kate, with a mischievous grin. “We’ll all go down together and say we took a vote and decided that they have to play with us, everyone, including the grownups, all right?”

“Yeah!” the kids chorused.

So, we marched downstairs and gathered in a body around the women, who were conversing over coffee in the family room. Kate informed the three of them about the vote we’d just held, then asked us for a confirming show of hands. All went up, including mine and Hannah’s — and Dana’s too!

Our mother leaned back in her chair, shaking her head as she smiled up at us. “Well, well, well… I can see I’m vastly outnumbered.”

She turned to Megan, seated on the sofa beside Dana. “I hope you have, shall we say, an open mind. Because this is sort of an unusual game.”

“Why’s that?” the redhead asked.

“Uh, well, Kate? Would you like to explain the rules to her?” said Mommy.

My sister blushed and giggled, but said nothing. For once, she appeared tongue-tied. So I stepped in, “Um, I think it might work better if we kind of just explain the rules as we go along, you know?”

Kate nodded, looking at me gratefully. “Yeah, Julie’s right.”

“But, um, just one thing,” I continued. “See, Megan, it’s like my mom said, you definitely need to have an open mind. So… before we start, will you agree, as a player in the game, to go along and do whatever the rules say, no matter what it might be?”

“No matter what?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “No matter what. And that goes for everyone else too. Hannah and Lindsey, you guys haven’t played before either. So can you agree, right at the start, that you’ll play the game and follow the rules, whatever they are?”

“Sure,” Hannah said, and Lindsey agreed too.

“All right, I’m up for it,” said Megan, rubbing her hands together. “Sounds like an adventure!”

“Good,” I nodded, smiling at Kate. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay, well, this should be fun,” my mom said, as she got to her feet. “Megan, maybe you can just pretend you’re on a visit to Las Vegas. You know their slogan, ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here’?”

The woman giggled, “Yeah, I’ve heard that.”

Neither of them said anything more on the subject, but I watched them exchange a long look. It seemed to be confirming the need for and the commitment to confidentiality regarding the game we were about to play.

Megan stood up. “Okay, so, how do we start?”

“Well,” said Kate, “first we need to have teams…”

With a hand on her chin, she slowly surveyed the group. There were ten of us altogether: three women, two young teenagers (me and Hannah), plus five pre-teen girls, including Kate. She came to a decision and started separating us. “This time we’ll have three teams instead of two,” my sister said, as she moved us into place.

When she’d finished, we were standing in three small groups. The first contained my mom (Suzanne), along with Lindsey, and Samantha. The second consisted of Dana, Molly, and Hannah, and in the third were Megan, Chelsea, and me.

Kate nodded, apparently happy with the arrangement. “And I’ll be the evil scientist,” she told us.

Then she went to a cabinet by the TV and opened the bottom door. Inside was a large wicker basket holding assorted items of clothing left over from Molly’s slumber party the previous March. She rummaged through the basket until she found what she was looking for.

“Three teams,” she smiled as she walked back to us. “Red, yellow, and blue.” In her hands were a variety of colorful scarves and a couple of hair ribbons. “Who wants which color? Um, Lindsey, since you haven’t played before, your team can choose first. You wanna be blue, red, or yellow?”

The little blonde thought for a moment, then said, “Um — blue!”

“Okay.” Kate handed three scarves in various shades of blue to Lindsey, Samantha, and our mom, instructing them to tie them around their foreheads, which they did. Then she turned to Hannah. “You can choose next, for your team. Red or yellow?”

“Red!” Hannah said immediately.

“All right.” My sister supplied two red scarves and a red ribbon to Hannah, Dana, and Molly. The third team, by default, would be yellow. Megan, Chelsea, and I each were given yellowish scarves and ribbons. We tied them around our foreheads.

“Now, next thing,” Kate said, “is we have to turn out all the lights, both the inside and the outside ones too. It has to be as dark as we can make it.”

As we fanned out, shutting off all the lights downstairs and tightly closing the curtains, it occurred to me that in the dark, you really couldn’t see the colors of our scarves very well, distinguishing between the teams. But I assumed it didn’t really matter that much — the idea was to create a team identity and give us a sense of connection, of solidarity. That seemed to make sense.

Anyway, then Kate led us all upstairs. She asked us to wait in the hallway for a moment and went into her room, returning a moment later with the orange plastic water bottle, already labeled FORMULA X. She explained to the novices, Megan, Hannah, and Lindsey, that the bottle contained the secret formula she, the evil scientist, had invented. With this, she could rule the world, dominating everyone. It was up to us, the teams of undercover spies, to get the formula away from her. But only one team could win. We would be competing for the honor.

She took us to the end of the hall, into our mother’s bedroom, shutting off the hall light behind us. The only light still on was a lamp on Mommy’s dresser. Other than that, the house was completely dark.

“Now,” Kate said, “comes the most important part. Before we start, we all have to search each other, checking to see nobody has any hidden weapons, okay? That’s what real spies do.” She looked around at each of us, making sure we all seemed to accept this. Then she continued, “We’re gonna go in Mommy’s closet.”

Kate walked across the room and opened the door. It was a large walk-in closet, perhaps eight feet long by six feet wide. Of course, it would be extremely constricted with ten women and girls packed in there — but that was part of the fun.

After flipping on the lights in the closet, my sister asked me to turn the lamp on the dresser off and instructed us all to come with her into the enclosed space. We crowded in, giggling. She shut the door behind us.

It was bright inside, the closet well-lit to facilitate the choosing of clothes. I could hardly move, though, without bumping into someone. We were crammed in super close. I was right behind Megan, pressed up almost against her back. Chelsea was on one side of me, Kate on the other.

“It’s time for the search,” Kate told us, “looking for hidden weapons. You have to check everyone now, even the people on your own team. But the thing is, in order to be really sure nobody’s hiding anything, the search has to be done naked. So, first we all have to take each other’s clothes off.”

Megan gasped, “What the…?”

From behind her, I said, “Remember your promise. Follow the rules, no matter what.”

After a pause, the tall redhead nodded. “You’re right, I did say that. No matter what. Okay.”

My mother winked at her. “It’s Las Vegas time.”

Megan giggled. Several others did too. Kate asked, “Is everybody ready?”

My heart was beating fast. This was my favorite part of the game — I would get to search Megan and everyone else, naked! Except that before we’d done it in the dark. Was Kate planning to leave the lights on this time?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, the light suddenly switched off and we were plunged into utter blackness. Following such bright illumination, the dark now appeared absolute. Pretty smart of Kate, I thought.

It felt much warmer too. Of course, with all those bodies packed in so tightly, you would expect a lot of heat, but the darkness seemed to accentuate it somehow. I was sweating.

“Okay,” said Kate, “take off the clothes of whoever’s next to you. We all have to be completely naked. Go ahead, grab her and start stripping.”

“Oh my god,” I heard Megan whisper.

I placed my hands on the woman’s waist, then found the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down. Other hands were on me, grabbing me, feeling me and lifting my shirt up, opening my shorts and tugging them down. As we worked, Kate kept telling us to move around, check for more clothes, take them all off. It took a few minutes, crammed in like we were, and caused more than a few laughs — not to mention gasps and sighs — but eventually I could feel nothing else but skin as my fingers reached all around, touching, exploring.

We were nude, all ten of us, but that was only the first half of the process. Kate said, “Now, grab the person next to you and search her. Search her all over, touching her everywhere. Make sure she doesn’t have any hidden weapons.”

My hands eagerly complied. I felt bodies, feminine bodies… some were small, young, prepubescent, with flat chests, skinny legs, and no hips… others, like mine, were partially developed, with puffy nipples, growing breast buds, perhaps a trace of pubic hair, if it hadn’t been shaved away… and still others were mature, with wider hips, full bottoms, heavy breasts…

Ah, these boobs have to be my mom’s, I thought, as I grabbed and squeezed. Dana’s were much smaller, and I was pretty sure Megan’s were too — maybe not as small as Dana’s, but not as large as my mother’s. A moment later, when my hands encountered a different woman in the blackness, that was confirmed. Megan’s breasts felt very nice under my touch, but not as round as my mom’s, and they hung down a little more. Her nipples were very hard, though.

“Remember, everybody has to search everybody, okay?” Kate reminded us. “So try to keep count. Make sure you touch and feel and search at least nine different people, if you can.”

Well, there was no way I could actually keep track like that. I’d already touched I don’t know how many women and girls, half a dozen at least, and I hadn’t been trying to count or anything. But that didn’t matter. I just kept going around, squeezing through the mass of hot, sweaty bodies, grabbing everyone, running my hands all over them, touching their faces, their chests, their butts, reaching between their legs.

Hands were on me too, so many hands, rubbing me, feeling me… pinching my nipples, stroking my labia, pushing between my ass cheeks, probing, seeking… then I felt soft lips on my lips, a wet mouth kissing mine.

It was my mom. In the hidden dark, she kissed me deeply, shoving her tongue inside, while at the same time her finger pressed in below, sliding between moist pussy lips, finding my center, entering my vagina, fucking me.

Was this really going to happen? An orgy, right there in the closet?

No, it turned out not to be, though that would have been nice. After only a couple of quick thrusts inside my cunt, Mommy pulled her finger out. She brought it to my mouth and I tasted myself. She sucked the finger too, just briefly, then kissed me once more and moved away, on to the next person.

I immediately reached for someone else as well, finding a small body — was it Chelsea? Samantha? Maybe Lindsey? I wasn’t sure. But I grabbed the girl, pulling her tightly to me. I didn’t kiss her, just held her close, squeezing her little bottom in my hands, pushing my leg between her thighs. Her vulva felt hot against my skin. The girl’s hands were on my breasts, fondling my nipples. She and I might have done a lot more with each other if we’d had the chance, but I’ll never know, because just then Kate announced that the search was over.

Continue on to Chapter 107

It was pitch dark. I could hardly see a thing. There was one large window in the master bedroom of the hotel suite, but it was covered with heavy curtains, tightly drawn. A clock radio on the side of the bed by Kate glowed dimly, and there were faint red and blue status lights on the plasma TV and on the DVD player. That was all, though.

I turned my head to the side, trying to see Aunt Barbara. I could barely make her out, only the outline of her profile. But I could sense movement. There was no question about it — she was definitely masturbating. Her head bobbed in time with the other motion I felt, the bed rocking slightly, the mattress bouncing a bit. My aunt was breathing fast as well, breathing audibly, sometimes gasping and quietly moaning. She was already off to a fast start, and I was still just lying there!

It made me smile to think how quickly Aunt Barbara had begun. She must have been just itching for it the whole time we were talking. I put one hand on my breast, playing with the nipple, while the other went between my legs, massaging my clit, then sliding down to dip into my vagina. I was very wet, and I could usually come pretty quickly when I wanted to. Still, something was missing. It didn’t bother me that much not to be able to see each other, but at least I want to hear their voices.

So I asked, “Have you guys started yet?”

“I have,” Kate replied immediately.

After a short pause, Aunt Barbara said, “Yeah, I have. I’ve started.”

“Okay,” I said. I rubbed myself faster, both hands between my legs now, one working on my clit, the other teasing my vagina.

After another minute or so, when I felt an orgasm slowly beginning to build, I spoke up again. “Sometimes,” I said, “when me and Kate are doing it together, we like to try to, you know, get there at the same time. Do you wanna do that?”

“All right, we can do that,” Aunt Barbara answered. Her voice was shaky, throaty.

“How close are you?” I asked.

“Pretty… fucking… close.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my clit faster, trying to catch up. “Kate, how about you? Close yet?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she said in practically a squeak. I knew what that meant: she was right on the edge. “Any time,” she added.

“Yeah, me too,” panted Aunt Barbara, “any time… like… like… like right fucking NOW!”

I heard a groan from the center of the bed and then a squeal from the far side. The mattress was shaking with the energy of their climaxes — and that was all I needed. I’d been afraid I might not get there in time, but when I heard them both coming and felt the physical impacts of their orgasms, that put me over the top.

The first thing I noticed as I returned to the land of the living after enjoying la petite mort was the heady aroma, that smell I love so much. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and inhaling through my nose… mmm, so very nice, the spicy perfume of feminine sex, the scent of pussy… it was strong in the room.

No one was saying anything. I could hear heavy breathing and felt the covers rise and fall, but the clearest sign of what we’d just done together was that delicious scent filling the air. I took another deep breath, then lifted a hand to my mouth so I could taste it as well, licking my fingers. And I did more than just lick them. I rubbed the sticky fingers on my face, bringing the other hand up too, spreading my yummy juices all around on my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my forehead, everywhere. I wanted to be bathed in sex.

When I thought about that, I realized how badly I wanted to come again. Well, I really wanted something else — I wanted to fuck my aunt and my sister, and have them fuck me — but I didn’t think our aunt was ready for that yet. She might be at some point, perhaps, but probably not yet. So instead I just murmured, “That was nice.”

I heard happy sighs of agreement from the others. And then I asked, “Um, can you do it more than once, Aunt Barbara? Because I can, and Kate can too. We almost always do.”

There was a pause, and then an amused laugh. “More than once? Oh yeah, hell yeah.”

“Good,” I said, “because I really want to do it again. Kate, do you want to?”

“I already am.”

“You are?” I giggled.

“She’s not the only one,” said Aunt Barbara. “I am too!”

We all laughed together, giddy with the intoxication of sexual arousal — and yes, one of us was intoxicated with something else too — then settled down to masturbate again. Except now I had another idea.

“Um, is it all right this time if I talk a little bit while we’re doing it?”

“If you talk?” Aunt Barbara asked.

“Yeah, oh my god,” said Katie, “she’s so good at that. When Julie talks to me while we’re doing it, she gets me so hot, I mean like drives me insane.”

I heard my aunt’s voice in the dark. “Oh, really? What do you talk about?”

“Um, you know, about whatever it is that turns us on the most, I guess. Like, um, when you do it by yourself, what do you think about?”

“What do I think about?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like, I mean, is it maybe people kissing or having sex? Do you think about, I don’t know, a really good-looking man you like? Maybe a movie star, like, oh, Johnny Depp, or someone you know in real life — is that the kind of thing you think about?”

After a pause, she answered, “Uh, well, sometimes, I suppose…”

“So, what else do you think about? Like, um, maybe sexy women instead of men? ‘Cause I think about that a lot. In fact, I actually never think about men, only women and girls. Is that what you think about?”

A longer pause this time. Then, “…yes.”

I was already rubbing myself, of course. It makes it a lot hotter for me when I can talk while masturbating with someone, or even when making love. The communication, the open sharing of thoughts and feelings, for some reason that really gets me going.

My clit was hard under my fingers, my pussy dripping onto the sheets. It wasn’t going to take long at all for me to come this time, but I wanted to extend the discussion, try to get my aunt to reveal more to us about her sexual fantasies, so I deliberately slowed down my self-manipulation.

I also decided to take a chance. “Can I ask you something, Aunt Barbara? Something personal?”

“Personal??” she chuckled. “Don’t you think what we’re doing now is pretty personal?”

“Yeah, but… I mean, I want to ask you about things you do and stuff. If that’s okay.”

“Well… sure, why not. Go ahead, ask away.”

“All right, um… see, what I want know is, do you ever, like, watch pornography or anything? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Hmm, well…”

“It’s okay to tell us, though. We won’t be shocked or anything. Kate and I have both seen porn. It’s not like the old days, you know, where kids were more innocent.”

“No, I guess it’s not.”

“So, do you watch it sometimes?”

My aunt took a few seconds before answering. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a groan. Her movements were increasingly urgent, the bed bouncing more noticeably. Apparently this subject was turning her on.

“Yeah, I… I do,” she finally said. “I watch porn. I like it.”

“I like it too,” I replied. “What kind do you watch most?”

“Uh…”

“Do you like lesbian porn? Girls together?”

The pause again. And then, “Uh-huh, I like that.”

“Me too. I like to see girls kissing. And touching each other. Is that what you like?”

“Yes… it is.” She groaned again, more loudly. Her breath was coming very fast.

“Are you getting close?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Kate, what about you?”

“Yeah, I am,” my sister said. “But keep talking, Julie. I like it.”

“Okay. Um, yeah, I really like to see pretty girls kissing and touching each other, fingers rubbing soft skin…”

As I said that, I reached my left hand across my body to touch Aunt Barbara’s arm. She was on my right. My other hand was working between my legs.

When she felt my caress, fingers lightly stroking her arm, she gasped and sighed, clearly enjoying the contact, but at the same time whispered, “No…”

I didn’t stop. I continued touching her, my fingertips slowly sliding up her arm to her shoulder. “Girls are so soft. Women are so beautiful. Don’t you think?”

She didn’t reply.

I shifted slightly closer on the bed, until our arms and legs were touching. Her skin was warm. My fingers gently caressed her shoulder, then moved further across a few inches, to the top of her chest.

“No,” she whispered again, while making no real effort to stop me.

“I love to see girls together,” I continued. “Pretty girls kissing each other, touching each other. Or even… a younger girl with an older woman. That really turns me on. I love that.”

I found the swell of her breast, moved my fingers down a bit, almost but not quite reaching the nipple, then eased around to the side, surrounding her tit, taking it in my hand, softly squeezing.

“Do you like that too, Aunt Barbara? Lesbian porn where women have sex with young girls? is that what you like?”

“Julie, I — I can’t —”

That wasn’t my aunt, it was my sister. Kate was starting to come. We heard a squeal, felt the mattress bounce hard beneath us.

“God! Fuck!!” Aunt Barbara cried.

She was coming too. I wasn’t quite there yet — I’d backed off too much — so instead, I squeezed my aunt’s breast more tightly and then slid my fingers up to the taut nipple, pinching it, twisting it, as she climaxed. It was so amazing to be where I was, even if I wasn’t ready to come… just to be holding her breast, playing with her nipple, fondling the woman’s naked body under the covers in the darkness of her bedroom as she reached orgasm.

I continued rubbing my clit, but turned onto my side, facing her. With a hand still on her breast, I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, detecting the scent of her perfume along with the stronger aroma of her climax. And this one lasted a really long time. She just kept coming, again and again, as I squeezed the fat nipple and kissed and licked her neck.

Eventually, her spasms receded. “God… god…” she panted, then brought a hand up, trying to push my fingers away from her tit. But I didn’t budge, not at all. I stayed right where I was, my hand clutching her breast. After a second or two, she appeared to give in, raising her hand to her face, pushing away a few strands of hair, wiping her brow as she sighed, “God… oh my god…” before dropping the hand to her side again.

Two or three minutes went by, Aunt Barbara’s breathing gradually becoming calmer. Everyone was quiet. I gently massaged her breast, not with any urgency, just making sure she knew my hand was there.

Finally I said, in a small voice, “Um, I didn’t, you know… I mean… I didn’t come that time. So is it okay if I do it now? Do you mind?”

There was no response from her, nothing at all. I lifted my head, looking more closely at my aunt. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling very slowly. It looked like she was asleep.

“Kate,” I whispered.

“Huh?” My sister pushed herself up on an elbow. It was dark, but I could see her cute chipmunk face.

“I think she fell asleep, or passed out.”

“She did?”

I nodded. Then I said, “Aunt Barbara?”

No reply, no movement, not even a flutter of the eyelids. Just calm, slow breathing. I leaned in closer and softly kissed her lips. Still no response. Apparently all that alcohol and then the orgasms had taken their toll.

I gently pushed the covers down, almost to her waist, revealing the woman’s full, round breasts. Licking my lips, I caught Kate’s eye and nodded to her. Then I lowered my face to Aunt Barbara’s nipple and licked it.

“Julie!” Kate hissed. I glanced up at her. She was shaking her head in disapproval.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Mommy said I should.”

“What??”

“Come on, you do it too.”

I licked the nipple again, feeling it lengthen and stiffen under my tongue.

Kate watched me for a moment, then looked at the tit nearest her, staring at the nipple. I saw her licking her lips, as I had done. The temptation must simply have been irresistible, because her face moved closer, closer… and then her lips parted and she covered the nipple, taking it into her mouth, sucking on it.

I liked that idea, a lot. It turned me on. I began to suck the nipple too, loving the rubbery hardness in my mouth, the slightly tart taste.

Aunt Barbara moaned. I raised my head for a moment, checking on her. She still seemed to be asleep. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed. I nodded at Kate, and we didn’t stop. She and I sucked and licked the woman’s big nipples for another minute or so, grinning back and forth at each other.

Soon our aunt began to respond. She was breathing faster. Her legs started to twitch. She moaned again. I took my mouth from the breast, replacing it with my hand, squeezing and pulling the hard, wet nipple. Shifting a little higher on the bed, I placed my mouth by her ear, softly saying, “You’re having a dream, the best dream you’ve ever had… two young girls are in your bed, playing with you, making love to you…”

I saw my aunt’s lips move. At first I couldn’t understand what she’d said, if anything. But as I bent closer to her, cocking my head, I could hear a whisper, “Young girls, young girls…”

In her ear, I said, “Yes, young girls, in your bed… they want to love you, play with you, kiss you and touch you…”

“Yes.” Her voice was slightly louder now.

“And they want you to play with them, too… they want you to touch them.”

I reached down and found Aunt Barbara’s hand, resting at her side. Squirming around a bit, I managed to get it tucked between my legs, her fingers pressing against my pussy.

I said to her, “Please, put your finger inside. The girl wants you to fuck her. She needs it. Feel how warm she is, how wet she is. Put your finger inside.”

With my hand holding hers, I rubbed the woman’s fingers inside my slit. I really was very wet.

“Please do it. She wants you to fuck her. Put your fingers inside.”

“Inside…”

Her eyes were closed. It looked like my aunt was asleep, but she was responding — a little bit, anyway — so she must have been a halfway state, between dreaming and awake. Her hand wasn’t moving much, though, lying mostly limp. It was frustrating, because I wasn’t just saying that. I really did want her to fuck me!

So I took charge. Gripping her middle finger in my fingers, I placed it at the opening to my vagina, then pushed it in. God, it felt nice. “Fuck me,” I said, “fuck my pussy.”

Aunt Barbara was coming to life. Her hand began to move, the finger sliding deeper inside me.

“That’s right, fuck my pussy,” I repeated.

I glanced down at my sister. Kate was astride our aunt’s leg. It looked like she was humping her. Her hands were on the woman’s breasts, squeezing and pushing them together so she could go back and forth from one big nipple to the other, licking and sucking them both.

In my aunt’s ear, I said, “What a great dream, the hottest dream you’ve ever had… two girls in your bed and you’re having sex with them, fucking them.”

“Fucking, fucking… yes.” Her finger moved faster inside me.

My hand was on my clit now. I didn’t need to guide Aunt Barbara any more. She was doing the work on her own — and I was quickly getting close to an orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I urged, “make me come!”

Hearing a squeak, I looked at Kate again. She was still holding our aunt’s tits in her hands, squeezing the nipples, but she was no longer sucking or licking them. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face pinched. Kate was breathing hard, gasping, humping like mad on the woman’s leg, rubbing her pussy against her, getting ready to come.

Seeing that pushed me over the edge. The sexual energy swirled up from inside, a sudden uncontrollable surge — and then I was climaxing, bursting into orgasm, coming all over my aunt’s hand.

I hadn’t meant to come quite so quickly. It wasn’t what I’d planned. I wanted to have Aunt Barbara come too, with us, but that didn’t happen. Instead my sister and I both climaxed, me with my aunt’s finger deep inside my cunt, Kate riding her leg.

It took us a minute or so to calm down. We each were pretty noisy when we came, not to mention active, our taut young bodies straining and shaking with the intense vigor of our orgasms. But somehow all this hadn’t been enough to wake Aunt Barbara up. She was still asleep, it appeared, or at least pretending to be. I never knew for sure.

Anyway, as I felt the final tremors fading away, I took my aunt’s hand in mine, and slowly drew her finger out of my vagina. I lifted the hand, bringing it up to her face. Even in the dim light, her middle finger was gleaming, dripping with my juices. I placed the finger on her lips, rubbing it around.

“Taste the girl,” I whispered in my aunt’s ear. “Taste her pussy.”

Her lips parted. She extended her tongue, licking the finger. I slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it, sighing in pleasure.

Even though I had just completed a climax, I was eager and ready for more. And now I decided to go all the way. My heart pounded with excitement, with anticipation, as I got to my knees. Bending over again, close to her ear, I asked, “Do you like how she tastes? You like that girl’s pussy?”

There was no verbal answer, only a soft moan.

Straightening up, I looked at Kate. She was alert, watching me. I motioned to her, pointing downward, nodding toward Aunt Barbara’s crotch. “Lick her,” I mouthed.

My sister’s eyebrows shot up. Really? she seemed to be asking. I nodded, pointing more firmly. Kate giggled, then scooted down between our aunt’s legs, pushing the covers fully away.

I watched my sister get in place, leaning in close, starting to kiss and nuzzle and lick — and then I swung my leg over Aunt Barbara, straddling her head.

“This is a dream,” I said aloud. “A very hot, sexy dream. You’re going to lick the girl’s pussy.”

I lowered myself to her mouth, pressing my moist, swollen labia against her lips. And then I began to ride her face.

Kate and I had sex with our aunt that night. It wasn’t a dream. Kate sucked and licked and ate her cunt, while I held the woman’s head in my hands, grinding my pussy into her mouth. Aunt Barbara did a little bit of licking, but was mostly passive at that point, still half asleep, apparently. That didn’t matter, though. As turned on as I was, just the feel of her warm lips, her wet mouth, her tongue when it made contact with my clit — that was more than enough. Within a minute, or maybe less, I was almost ready to come.

Then a change occurred. Her body began to move. I felt a shudder beneath me and heard a loud groan. I felt Aunt Barbara’s hands on my bottom, pulling me in closer. I also sensed that she was bucking, pushing her cunt into Kate’s mouth. She groaned more loudly, and her tongue and lips became more active, lapping at my pussy, eating me.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned, holding her head tightly as I rocked faster and faster, fucking her face.

She and I reached orgasm at almost the same time. I started first, gasping and crying in ecstasy as powerful spasms exploded inside me, thick juices pouring from my vagina into her mouth. Even in the midst of my passion, I was somehow able to tell that my aunt was coming too, climaxing in my 11-year-old sister’s mouth.

* * *

Five minutes later, we had swapped positions. I was between Aunt Barbara’s legs now, licking and sucking her delicious pussy, while Kate was sitting on her face. As we were making the switch, I thought I saw my aunt’s eyes flutter open for just a moment, taking in what was happening, watching us, although I couldn’t be certain. Perhaps I only imagined that.

In any case, the cunt in front of my mouth was the important thing. I nibbled at her clit, sucked her labia, tongued her vagina, nuzzled up and down in the warm, moist, fragrant furrow. God, I love pussy so much. Any girl, any woman, any age. I love the taste, the smell, the feel… I can never get enough.

Kate came first that time. She rode our aunt’s face and soon was shrieking in excitement, obviously coming very hard. When she finished, I saw her collapse onto the bed, both hands clutched between her legs, slim body still shuddering.

With renewed intensity, I sucked Aunt Barbara’s swollen clitoris and also pushed two fingers up inside her slippery vagina, fucking her. Then I felt hands on my head, seeming at first as if she might be trying to frantically push me away — and I heard her grunt, “No!” — yet barely a second later that was replaced with a plea, “Yes! Yes!” as her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my mouth tightly against her sex.

Was my aunt dreaming, or was she awake? Did she know what was happening? Did she realize she was having sex with underage girls, with her own nieces? Was she wrestling with the morality of that? Could that be why I’d heard the No and then the Yes in quick succession?

I still don’t know the answer to those questions. But what I do know is that Aunt Barbara climaxed in my mouth. She almost roared as she came, going rigid for a beat or two, then bouncing on the bed, crying out, ramming her cunt into my mouth again and again, hot juices spurting out, soaking my face. It was an astonishing orgasm, loud and wet and long, incredibly powerful. Could it really have occurred in her sleep?

Whatever the truth is, her climax finally came to an end, and then our aunt became almost entirely motionless. Every muscle in her body seemed to go limp at once, to completely relax, as if she were soaking into the bed — which, incidentally, was soaked with her fluids. She was breathing hard, of course, her chest rising and falling, but that was the only motion we could see. Her eyes were closed, her face slack. It appeared that she had fallen asleep again, or perhaps was still sleeping.

Kate was sitting up, and so was I. We exchanged glances, smiling at one another, and looked again at our aunt. Then we made a decision. We slid off the bed, located our t-shirts, and silently left the room, closing the door behind us.

Back in our own bedroom, cuddling together in the dark beneath the covers, my sister and I talked for a few minutes about what we’d just done, how exciting it was. We were both still very turned on, so we fingered each other, and kissed, enjoying one final orgasm together before drifting off to sleep.

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“Fuck, yes.”

When Fucker said those words, I heard Kate murmur, “Oh my god.”

I glanced at my sister. Her eyes were wide. She looked very young then, even innocent, although I knew that in real life she was anything but innocent.

“Kate,” I instructed, “take off Fucker’s shirt.”

“Um, okay.”

She stepped forward and began pulling up the girl’s oversize shirt. Fucker raised her slender arms over her head and Kate lifted the garment off, then dropped it to the floor. I gazed at Fucker’s tiny boobs for a moment, admiring them, thinking how nice it would be to kiss and lick and suck them. I felt my pussy tingle and squeezed my legs together.

“Now her skirt,” I said to Kate. “Take it off.”

She did, unzipping the little red skater skirt and pulling it down. Fucker stepped out of it. Now she and I were both naked.

“You take off your clothes too,” I nodded to my sister. She quickly complied.

It was interesting how Fucker wasn’t saying anything at all then, simply letting us do what we wanted. I got the clear impression, though, that she was perfectly fine with what was happening and that if she wanted something different, she would tell us.

When Kate was ready, I beckoned her to us. We stood together, three nude young girls, 13, 12, and 11, barely entering puberty but eager for lesbian sex. It wasn’t quite like something out of a David Hamilton pictorial, however, because Fucker still had chocolate all over her face and hands.

I grinned at my sister, raising my eyebrows. “You want to help me clean her up a bit, using only our tongues?”

“Awesome,” Kate giggled.

So we set to work, licking Fucker’s chin, her cheeks, and her lips, our breath coming faster, our bodies heating up as we pressed close to one another. When her face was mostly clean, we each lifted one of her small hands to our mouths, licking and sucking her fingers.

Even though what we were doing wasn’t overtly a sexual act, it was nevertheless extremely intimate and erotic. My pussy was drenched.

After we finished cleaning Fucker, I took her face in my hands, gazing into her lovely blue eyes, seeing beauty, desire, and willingness there. I softly kissed her lips. She was trembling with arousal, and so was I. It was time.

We lay on the bed, Kate and I on either side of the little blonde, who was on her back. For the next several minutes we did nothing but kiss, sharing back and forth, two girls pressing their mouths together while the other girl watched, sometimes all three of us kissing at once.

There was no hurry. We all wanted more, and soon we would have more, but for the moment kissing was everything, and it was wonderful.

Gradually, inevitably, our hands began to stray. I felt fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. My breath caught. My clit throbbed.

Slowly I slid my mouth beneath Fucker’s chin, kissing and nibbling her throat. My hand found a little tit, fondling the nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow. I eased down on the bed until my mouth was at her breast. I placed my tongue at the tip, flicking, teasing. I heard her gasp.

I licked the nipple, once, twice, then sucked it into my mouth. Fucker gasped again and groaned, her body shivering with pleasure. Glancing to the side as I tongued her nipple, I saw that Fucker had a hand between Kate’s legs. She was playing with my sister’s pussy.

Feeling emboldened, I let my own hand slither down across Fucker’s belly to her mound. I caressed her there for a moment, stroking the silky soft patch of barely-there pubic hair. Then I ventured lower, onto her smooth labia. They felt swollen and hot and — and yes, slippery too. She was definitely getting very juicy.

I wanted to taste this girl. I had to. I left the breast after giving the taut nipple one more lick, and slid further down until I was between her thighs.

My mouth was watering, my pulse racing. I gazed at Fucker’s wet pink pussy, licking my lips.

And then I waited. I forced myself to pause for a few seconds and do that thing, what my mother calls the joy of looking. It always makes it better for me when, instead of rushing ahead, I take the time to really see where I am and what I’m doing, then lock the memory in my mind forever so I will always be able to recall the moment, exactly how it looked and how it felt.

Then I was ready. I brought my lips to her lips and I kissed her. She tasted wonderful. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking her scent into myself. I nuzzled her, my nose slipping between her pussy lips, nudging up toward her clit, my mouth seeking and finding her little vagina. I was eating Fucker, eating this 12-year-old girl, and oh my god, it was utterly perfect.

Before long, my face was coated with her juices. She came quickly and wetly. When her first orgasm was over, I raised my head briefly. I wasn’t finished with her yet, I still wanted more, but I thought it would be nice to see her face, her smile.

Except her face wasn’t really visible… because Kate was sitting on it! I could see Fucker’s chin and I caught glimpses of her tongue, lapping at my sister’s slit, but that was all. Her hands were on Kate’s bottom, holding her, squeezing the tight cheeks. Kate was moving fast, fucking Fucker’s face. I could hear little squeals and I knew she was almost ready to come.

I smiled and went back to eating the girl some more. This time, I concentrated on her clit, licking the stiff bud, kissing and nibbling with my lips. I pressed a finger up inside her cunt. It wouldn’t go in far, though. She was very tight and I didn’t want to force it.

Soon I brought her a second time. By then, Kate had already climaxed on top of her, in Fucker’s mouth. When I looked up again, they were kissing. Kate was kneeling beside Fucker, holding her face in her hands, kissing and licking the girl’s lips, tasting her own juices.

I watched them for a moment, then pushed myself up, getting to my knees. I straddled Fucker’s thigh, lifting her other leg, sliding forward until our pussies met. She opened her eyes, smiling at me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Fucker nodded. “I like it.”

Kate grinned and leaned back against the headboard, rubbing herself.

I started to move, fucking this cute, sexy young blonde, tribbing with her, scissoring our cunts together. I was already extremely aroused and so was she, so it didn’t really take much, not many strokes at all, until I was quickly getting close, right on the edge of an orgasm.

It seemed like Fucker might be there too — although she’s one of those girls who can get to a place where she’s coming almost constantly without stopping — so I wasn’t really sure if she was on the brink of a climax now, or in the middle of one.

But it didn’t really matter. Wherever Fucker might be, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, fucked her faster and faster — then exploded on top of her.

This was a big one. Every orgasm is fabulous, of course, but sometimes they can be so overwhelmingly powerful that it’s like the whole world vanishes and time has no meaning … it’s just me and my pussy and that heavenly feeling, that’s all there is or ever will be.

Years later, when I finally came down from that incredible high, I found myself squeezing Fucker’s upraised leg, my arms wrapped tightly around it, our sodden pussies still pressed firmly together.

“Goddamn… that was…” I let out a long sigh, shaking my head.

“That was fucking awesome,” Fucker said. “You made me come so fucking hard.”

I grinned at her. “Good. I came really hard too.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Me too,” Kate added, holding up a wet finger that just just been deep inside her. She giggled, then sucked the finger into her mouth.

Fucker was still smiling at me, our eyes locked together. She ran her tongue around her lips. I suddenly realized that I was still clutching her leg, so I gently released it, setting it down on the bed.

As I started to climb off, Fucker began, “So, when you think you’re ready for more…” Instead of completing the sentence, she crooked her finger, meaning she wanted my pussy on her face.

I nodded, smiling, and crawled up toward her. I was definitely ready for more. Kate saw her opportunity too, scampering down between Fucker’s legs, ready to lick her.

* * *

For the next hour and a half or so, we fucked and ate and sucked and licked and kissed and tribbed and fingered and came — oh my god, did we come, over and over and over again.

But, alas, all good things must end. Not long after we finished a three-way daisy chain, enjoying simultaneous screaming orgasms, my cell phone rang.

“Crap!” I said, scrambling to find the phone in the pile of clothes on the floor.

It was Aunt Barbara, of course. She told me they should be done with their meetings in no more than a half hour. I said that sounded good.

“So, what have you kids been up to this afternoon? Anything fun?”

“Uhh… yeah. We’ve actually been having a lot of fun, doing some… taste tests, sort of.”

“Taste tests?”

I glanced over at the other girls. They were red in the face and giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Well, um, you know I said we ordered a lot of food for lunch? A lot of different stuff?”

“Yes?”

“So, we tried all the different things, tasting them. And then we just kept tasting and trying stuff and it was all so good, we — we just got really excited.”

“Oh. Uh, well, all right.” Our aunt sounded a bit confused. “That’s… good, I suppose. Anyway, I’m glad you’re having fun. Are you still up in the suite?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, ma’am.”

“All right. So, why don’t the two of you meet me in the lobby in, say, thirty minutes, and then maybe we’ll go for a drive around the lake before dinner.”

“Oh, okay, sure. That sounds good.”

After I put down the phone, Fucker tried her best to stop laughing, then finally managed to say, “That was totally fucking cool, Julie. But, um, shit, what time is it?”

“It’s a quarter to 4:00.”

“Shit,” she cursed, “I have to go meet my moms. Their seminar is supposed to be done at 4:00. I wish I could stay longer…”

“Are you going home today?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, looking sad. “We’re not staying over or anything.”

“That’s a drag.”

“I know, but” — she bounced suddenly to her feet, beaming — “it was totally fucking awesome meeting you guys!”

We got dressed and hurriedly remade the bed. I called room service, telling them they could pick up our dishes and stuff, then we took the elevator down to the lobby.

Fucker’s moms were waiting for her there. She introduced us to them. Before they left for their long drive home, we traded phone numbers and email addresses. Fucker hugged both Kate and me super tight, squeezing us until we had almost no breath left, and then we said goodbye.

What a great girl she was. I really hope we’ll stay in touch.

After they were gone, Kate turned to me and said, “Now can we go down to the lake?”

I looked at my phone and shook my head. “No, sorry, Aunt Barbara’s supposed to meet us here any time.”

My sister grabbed my shirt, bunching it up in her fist like a tough guy in an old movie. “Listen,” she growled, “tomorrow, we’re gonna go down and check out that lake, no matter what. You got me?”

“Yes, yes!” I laughed. “I got you! We will! I promise!”

“Okay, then.” She let go of my shirt, still glaring.

As predicted, our aunt showed up a minute later. She greeted us with hugs, then took us on an absolutely gorgeous drive all the way around Lake Tahoe. The sun went down as we neared the end, and we stopped for a really nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking the water. It was an almost perfect end to a memorable day. If only Fucker had been there.

We got back to the hotel around 8:30, watched TV for a while and just generally chatted about things, then Kate and I went to bed at 10:00, as we’d done the night before. Again, of course, we weren’t necessarily planning to go to sleep right away. Both of us were looking forward to recounting all the wonderful sexy adventures we’d had that day.

However, about fifteen minutes after we got in bed and turned out the light, we heard something. It was a faint sound, but quite unmistakable to us. By then, we had seen enough pornography — and had enough sex — to recognize the moans and sighs we were hearing.

We looked at each other for a moment, came to a mutual decision, and got out of bed. Silently we opened the door and crept out of the room. The sounds we’d heard were coming from Aunt Barbara’s bedroom. We snuck close to her door on tiptoes, my sister and I both nude.

The door was ajar. Why, I don’t know, but it was. The gap was sufficient for us to peek in and see what was going on.

Our aunt was watching lesbian porn. She was sitting naked on the end of her bed, staring at a big plasma screen mounted on the wall — where a pair of very young-looking girls were having hot sex. At the moment, they were tribbing. Aunt Barbara was masturbating as she watched them.

But she was wasn’t just watching and masturbating, she was talking too. We could hear her say, “That’s right, fuck that girl, fuck that little girl, fuck her with your pussy!” And although her back was partly to us, we could easily tell that she was fucking her own pussy with her fingers.

Kate and I looked at one another, eyes wide. I really wanted to stay longer and see what would happen, and I’m sure Kate did too, but on the other hand, we certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on our aunt.

I nudged my sister and bent my head toward our bedroom. She nodded. We tiptoed back.

“Oh man! Did you see?” Kate exclaimed, as soon as the door was closed. “Did you see that?”

Of course I had seen, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant. “I know,” I replied, “that’s pretty amazing.”

“What do you think? Is she a lesbian, like us?”

“Maybe. I mean, it seems like she might be. But maybe not. Mommy told me one time that a lot of women, even straight women, like to look at lesbians when they, you know, when they’re masturbating. Men do too, of course.”

“Ewww…”

“I know,” I giggled. “Come on, let’s get back in bed.”

Now we really had a lot to discuss  — not only going over all the exciting things we’d done with Fucker that day, but also talking about our Aunt Barbara. I’d always thought she was really attractive, and it turned out Kate felt the same way.

My sister and I played with ourselves as we talked about everything, and we both enjoyed a couple of nice climaxes. We didn’t really make love that night, though, because our heads were just too full of things to mull over. And anyway, we’d had so many incredible orgasms that day with Fucker that we were pretty much worn out.

Finally, we were ready to fall asleep. As we lay on our backs, holding hands, our knitted fingers sticky with pussy juice, Kate and I shared a few more soft kisses, said we loved each other, then drifted off.

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After we were dressed again, feeling clean and fresh, we returned the locker keys and towels and bathing suits to the pretty attendant. She said we could keep the flip-flops. We thanked her and headed back up the stairs to the main lobby.

Just before we reached the elevators, Fucker put a hand on my arm, stopping us.

“You know, I should probably go tell my moms first. They said I could come and have lunch with them around noon, so I need to let them know where I’ll be and shit…”

I looked at my phone. It was 11:38.

“Okay, sure,” I said. “Where are they? I mean, where’s the seminar?”

“It’s over there.” She pointed in the direction of the shops. Kate and I hadn’t explored the whole hotel yet. Apparently there were some conference rooms and things off that way.

We followed Fucker across the lobby, past two restaurants, beyond the shops and the casino, then around a corner and down a long hall. She opened a door and peeked in.

“Come on,” she motioned.

We stepped inside a huge room filled with a bunch of round tables covered with white cloths, each seating about ten people. I don’t how many were at the seminar, maybe a couple hundred or something, but the room was really crowded. Someone at the front was speaking and showing slides on a giant screen.

Fucker took my hand, leading me around the perimeter of the room, with Kate at my heels. I saw a woman at one of the tables look toward us, giving a little wave. “That’s my mom,” Fucker told us.

She let go of my hand and went over to the table, crouching between two very attractive women. They each put a hand on her shoulder. Kate and I hung back, waiting.

Fucker pointed at us. Both women looked our way and smiled, nodding. One of them licked her lips, the same way Fucker always did. We smiled back, not sure what else to do. After another few seconds, the moms both kissed Fucker on the cheek. She got up and came back to us, grinning. “It’s cool,” she whispered, “let’s get the fuck out.”

On our return trip to the lobby, I got another inspiration.

We stopped at one of the nice restaurants, the same one where we’d ordered our dinner the night before. I showed the seating person my badge and inquired if it meant we could ask for whatever we wanted and have it delivered. Yes, of course, I was told. Then I asked if we could take some menus with us and call down later and place an order. Certainly, no problem.

With menus in hand, we got in the elevator. I was declared a genius by the other girls.

Fucker was awed by the suite. “This is so fucking cool,” she kept repeating as we went from room to room.

Back out in the main living area, I said, “So what do you wanna do first? Order lunch? Or something else?”

I saw Kate glance over at the menus, which we’d left on the dining table. She always loved to eat. But then she looked at Fucker. “Um, is it okay if I… could I kiss you? The way Julie did down in the sauna?”

“You wanna kiss me?” the blonde girl grinned.

“Fuckin’ A.”

Giggling, the kids wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing. They wasted no time at all with gentle pecks. Within seconds, they were humping and groping, moaning and slurping.

Fucker opened her eyes briefly to locate the cushiony sofa beside them. She pulled Kate down onto it with her. They fell together, laughing, then resumed their wet sloppy kissing, with Kate on top.

I watched for a moment, squeezing my legs together. I put a hand to my breast, caressing the stiff nipple through my t-shirt. My other hand went between my legs, stroking my pussy through my jeans. That, of course, was not enough, not even close.

So, I opened my jeans and pushed my fingers down inside my panties.

God, I love to masturbate. Ever since I first learned to do it at age 10, when I reached climax while watching my mother fuck the babysitter, I’ve been addicted to playing with myself and having orgasms. I suppose a lot of girls are, maybe most of them. Anyway, I have to come at least two or three times a day, either by myself or with my mom or one of my sisters.

I knew it wouldn’t take me long now. My pussy was wet, my clit hard and swollen. I moved closer to the sofa, watching my little sister humping and kissing this cute girl we’d just met. I wanted to do everything I could with them, both of them. I wanted to put my finger inside Fucker’s juicy pink vagina. I wanted to lick her, taste her sweet honey, then sit on her face and grind my cunt into her mouth. I wanted to suck her nipples and trib with her. And I wanted to do all those things with my sister too.

Speaking of my sister, Kate was beginning to squeal, still kissing Fucker but humping her leg like mad and making those sounds that meant she was getting ready to come. I rubbed my pussy faster, wanting to bring myself at the same time as her — and I succeeded.

Kate gasped and groaned, breaking the kiss, grinding her crotch against Fucker’s thigh, climaxing on top of her. I saw all this — and then I saw nothing but stars as my own orgasm overcame me. I staggered a few steps backward, somehow staying on my feet, dizzy and breathless, waves of pleasure bursting from my center one after another.

We both finished coming. I slowly regained my senses, shaking my head to clear it, looking down and discovering that my jeans were around my knees. My panties were soaked. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to focus my eyes, looking for Kate and Fucker.

They were sitting up on the sofa now, holding hands, grinning at me. I smiled sheepishly. “That was a big one.”

“Yours usually are, Julie,” Kate giggled.

“I know.” I pulled my jeans up to my waist again, not bothering to zip them or anything, and walked over to the sofa, plopping down beside Kate.

“Whew!” I sighed, comically wiping my brow.

We sat for a few seconds, waiting to see what would happen next. Finally Kate said, “It’s Fucker’s turn now, right? I came, and you definitely came, but she didn’t.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I nodded. “That makes sense.”

We both looked at her.

“You know what I fucking want?” she said.

“Uh-uh. What?”

“I wanna see you guys kiss.”

“Really?” Kate asked.

“Hell yeah, fuckin’ A,” she grinned. “That would be totally hot.”

“Is that because, um, I mean, because we’re sisters?” I asked.

“Partly. But mostly just ‘cuz you’re girls, cute girls, fucking hot girls — and I love girls.”

“Okay,” I chuckled, “we can kiss for you.”

Kate sort of bounced for a second on the sofa, producing a childish giggle, sounding like a 4-year-old. She turned toward me, eyes manic, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. My hands were on her hips, hers on my shoulders. My sister giggled goofily again, then looked at Fucker.

“I love kissing Julie. She is so damn hot.”

“You both are,” Fucker nodded. “You’re both totally fucking hot.”

The girl suddenly got up, kicking off her sneakers. After tugging her bikini panties down and stepping out of them, she sat on the sofa again, leaning against the arm, facing us. Her knees were pulled up, her legs wide open, fingers lightly stroking the insides of her thighs. She was waiting for us to begin.

I paused a moment, gazing at her, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all three were. Fucker was right, girls are totally hot, and she was one of the hottest young girls I’d ever seen. I stared unabashedly at her exposed pussy, licking my lips, shivering with another strong surge of lust.

Then I turned to Kate, taking her cute face in my hands. If Fucker wanted to see some kissing, we could show her kissing that would set her on fire. Or at least I hoped it would.

Now, I said before that when Fucker kissed me it completely blew me away, and that’s true. But I have to be honest and say that there is no one in the world who has ever kissed me better than my sister Kate. Not even my mom, who is an unbelievably good kisser. So I was really super fucking lucky. In one day, I got to be kissed by two different girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, who both drove me absolutely wild with their mouths.

Kate and I began kissing and Fucker started masturbating. But even as my sister’s lips and tongue worked their magic, I glanced to the side from time to time, keeping an eye on Fucker. It was obvious that the girl was quickly getting very turned on. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, fingers moving rapidly between her legs. And in less than a minute, she started to come.

We both heard her cry out and stopped kissing for a moment, turning our heads to watch. When she saw us looking at her, she tried to smile and managed to squeak out a request — maybe while she was still coming, or anyway just after — “Don’t stop,” she begged, “keep going, keep fucking going.”

And so we did. We kissed deeply, hungrily, tongues going everywhere, licking and sucking, nibbling and tasting. Kate had a hand under my shirt, playing with my breasts. I was grabbing and squeezing her butt, pulling her hard against me. We kissed and groped and humped while Fucker masturbated and came, over and over again.

After maybe twenty or thirty minutes of this, my lips were getting sore. I needed a break, and I think my sister did too. Although neither she nor I had come while we were kissing, Fucker certainly had. We’d heard her enjoying I don’t know how many orgasms, but it was a lot.

Kate and I finished kissing, smiling at each other, then turned toward Fucker. She was crumpled on her side, knees pulled up to her chest, both hands between her legs, her slender body shuddering repeatedly. We heard whimpering sounds.

I looked at Kate, eyebrows raised. She shrugged.

“Hey Fucker,” I ventured, “you okay?”

The girl shuddered a few more times, whimpered once or twice, then seemed to gather herself, taking a very deep breath. Pushing up on an elbow, she smiled weakly at us.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine… I was doing that thing, riding the wave is what my moms call it, where you just make yourself keep coming again and again and again and never stop.”

“Man,” said Kate.

“Goddamn,” I added.

“But you know what?” said Fucker.

“What?”

“Right now I’m getting totally fucking hungry.”

“Me too!” laughed Kate. “I’m totally fucking hungry too! Let’s eat!”

Before we could eat, of course, we’d have to decide what we wanted, place the order, and then wait for it to be delivered. So, we picked up the menus and started talking about our choices.

I went kind of nuts at that point, telling them (and myself) not to hold back one bit, just go all out, completely berserk, ordering anything we felt like no matter how outlandish it might seem. I actually figured that would be fine, considering we hadn’t spent any money at all that day even though we’d been given permission to go shopping and buy whatever we wanted. One big crazy lunch wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Just after I finished ordering our decadent meal, as we stood looking at each other, feeling quite pleased with ourselves, my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Julie, honey, how are you girls doing so far?” It was Aunt Barbara.

“Fine,” I said. “We, uh… we went swimming and stuff this morning.”

“Oh, that’s nice, I’m glad you’re having a good time. But listen, I’m sorry to say I’ll be tied up in these meetings probably all afternoon. Things are actually going well here, but I feel terrible leaving you kids on your own with nothing to do.”

“That’s okay. Really, it’s, like, no problem. We’re having fun.” I winked at the other girls.

“All right. Well, that’s good. I’ll check in later with an update. But that might not be for another few hours.”

“Okay.”

“You’re sure you’re not bored?”

“No, we’re not bored at all. Kate and I found some… interesting things to do.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“But, um, we just ordered lunch. We’re up in the suite now. Is it okay if we, you know, have a whole bunch of stuff?”

“Of course it is. It’s perfectly fine. You girls go ahead and eat whatever you want.”

“All right. Thanks.”

“Sorry, I have to go now. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, bye.”

While we were waiting for the food to come, the three of us talked for a while, sharing stories about school and parents. And then Kate had a great idea. She said that since Fucker was wearing a tiny little skirt and no panties, she and I should change out of our jeans and put on something similar. Then, when our order was delivered, if it was a girl or a woman bringing it, we would try to flash her as often as we could. If it was a man, of course, we’d just ignore him as much as possible.

That sounded like a blast to me, but I cautioned again that I didn’t want to cause Aunt Barbara any trouble. We should make sure the flashing didn’t seem to be on purpose or anything. The other girls agreed. In fact, we decided it would be even more fun to pretend we had no idea what we were doing when we let the delivery person look up our skirts.

Turned out it was not just one but two people bringing everything — and both were nice-looking young women. Awesome! We played our little game, giving them numerous “accidental” peeks at our butts and our pussies. I wondered what they might say to each other about us in the elevator on the way back down.

And then Kate and Fucker and I got to it, totally gorging ourselves, beginning with dessert first, then having appetizers, then eating more dessert, and then taking bites of whatever else we wanted — and oh, by the way, eating almost everything with our fingers.

When we were finally completely stuffed, we sat back in our chairs around the table, grinning at each other. We were all a sloppy mess, but none worse than Fucker. She had smears of chocolate covering her face and hands, and the more she tried to wipe it off, the more it seemed to spread. We started to giggle and couldn’t stop, soon shrieking with laughter until our stomaches ached — if not from all the laughing, then from all the rich food we’d just packed in.

There was still a lot left uneaten too. We really had gone wild, ordering twice as much as we could ever have hoped to finish, but that was great because it meant we could just keep sampling different things.

After we caught our breath, I smiled and said, “You know what, Fucker? I really want to kiss you now, with all that goddamn chocolate all over you. I want to lick it off and … and then I want to fuck you, Fucker.”

“You do?” she asked in kind of a little girl voice.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

“Me too,” said Kate. “I want you bad.”

Fucker looked back and forth between us. She started to run her tongue around her lips again, but I told her, “No, don’t. Don’t lick any more of it off. I want do to that for you.”

I stood up, pushing back my chair. I went to her. I took Fucker’s hand, helping her to her feet. Then I extended a hand to Kate and she got up too. I led them both into the bedroom.

My heart was pounding. I was about to have sex with a 12-year-old girl, someone I’d just barely met. Was this her first time? We hadn’t really talked about that, so it might have been — although something told me she probably had some experience.

I opened up the bed. Kate and I had left in unmade in the morning, but the maids must have come in while we were downstairs. I pulled back the sheets, then turned to Fucker.

Before saying anything else, I pulled off my shirt, tossing it away, then unzipped my little skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it aside. I was naked. I stood for a few seconds, letting Fucker look at me.

“I want to fuck you,” I told her again. “I want to eat your pussy and suck your tits and sit on your face, and just — just do everything with you. I want to fuck you and make you come.”

She smiled at me but remained silent, though breathing deeply.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

There was a moment of

waiting

while we gazed at each other and I held my breath. Then Fucker came slowly toward me, stepping very close. Her pretty face was right in front of mine. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and uttered two words.

“Fuck. Yes.”

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We were happy to discover that the sauna was empty, no one else in there. In fact, the whole hotel wasn’t very crowded. I guess it was out of season, with summer over and school started and no snow yet for skiing or anything. Most of the people there seemed to be attending the seminar.

We sat together on a wooden bench, enjoying the heat for a minute or so. Then Allie said, “Hmm, I don’t really know, but can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I replied. “What is it, Alli— I mean, Fucker?”

She grinned at me, then went on, “Well, in Sweden, or wherever, you know, they take saunas a lot and shit… don’t they do it naked? Isn’t that supposed to be better for you or something?”

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I think maybe it is supposed to be better.”

My sister looked at the door. She got up and walked over to it. There was a latch that could be turned for privacy, meaning no one else could come in without a pass key. She turned the knob, locking the door, then came back to us, grinning. “So, you wanna do it?”

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

Allie looked at me, smiling brightly. Apparently she would be willing, and Kate obviously was, so I said, “Well, sure, I guess, why not?”

We stripped out of our suits and left them in a pile at the end of the bench. Then we sat again, with Allie in the middle. For another minute or two, no one said anything. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, our skin glowing. A couple of times I glanced down between Allie’s legs. I still couldn’t see much hair there, maybe just a tiny patch on her mound, but it was very light and sparse.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the unusual sensation, like being baked in an oven. It made me feel limp, relaxed, sort of drowsy — but also alert and sensitive, as if all my nerves were wide awake. That might sound like a contradiction, and maybe it is, but that’s how I felt.

A voice startled me from my reverie. Allie said, “Do you guys ever……”

I raised my head and turned toward her. “Do we… ever what?”

She smiled and looked down at the floor, then back up again. “Well, like — you heard me say I have two moms, right?”

I nodded and Kate did too.

“That’s ‘cuz they’re lesbians, you know? And like, I was wondering… do either of you guys ever think about shit like that? I mean, about other girls or anything?”

Kate grinned at me. I frowned at her, giving a quick head shake.

My god, I thought, if Allie only knew the real truth about us. But we couldn’t possibly tell her all that, could we? What would she say if she knew not only that we were lesbians, but that Kate and I were lovers, and that we had sex with our little sister too, who was only 9, not to mention with our mother? I was sure she would be horrified, or at the very least shocked.

On the other hand, she hadn’t asked us about anything like that. All she’d asked was if we ever thought about girls. We could certainly answer that honestly without revealing any of the rest of it.

All this went through my head in the space of about two seconds. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, I… I think about girls sometimes. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

Allie smiled, then looked at the floor again. She was leaning forward on her hands, swinging her bare feet. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Damn, she was so smoking hot. I really wanted her.

After a brief pause, she said, “Do you ever wonder how it would feel… to kiss another girl?”

“I do!” Kate instantly responded, her eyes bright. My sister’s enthusiasm made me chuckle. I simply nodded in reply.

“I think about it too, a hell of a lot,” said Allie. “I mean, I really can’t fucking help it every time I hear or see my moms, you know, doing what they do.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘doing what they do’ — what exactly did her two moms do in front of this girl?

Allie glanced up at me. “So, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

I didn’t see any harm in admitting that. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I have.”

She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, not saying a word. Then she licked her lips again, running her wet pink tongue all around her mouth. I felt another deep shiver of lust. Even though it was already very warm inside the sauna, I could feel my cheeks burning. I was consumed with desire for Allie, for Fucker.

I lifted my hand, the one closest to her. I held it — suspended barely above her long smooth back, not quite touching her yet. A smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. I saw the tiniest nod, and it seemed she was giving me permission.

I touched her. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Allie shut her eyes, biting her lip. I slid my fingers very slowly down her back, the tips grazing over her skin, gathering beads of perspiration, feeling the silky softness of her. I reached her bottom, tight and firm and small. I heard a moan as I let my fingers slip between her cheeks.

The girl was bending toward me now, listing like a ship with a leak collecting fluids in the hold. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips were parted. She raised her chin. Her lovely face was flushed, shiny with sweat. I leaned toward her, drawn like a magnet. Our mouths met.

Have you ever kissed a girl? If you’re a guy reading this, I assume you probably have at some point. But if you’re a girl or a woman reading this, then there might be good chance you haven’t. I mean, obviously you could have kissed your mother or one of your relatives or whatever, but not really kissed them, as in a sexual way — unless you’re very, very lucky, like me and Kate and Molly.

There’s something about kissing a girl that is almost indescribable… the softness of her skin and her lips, that girl/woman smell she has whether she’s wearing perfume or not, the little feminine sounds she might make, the gentle feel of her breath, the perfect sweet taste of her tongue… until you’ve done it, you can’t even imagine how awesome it is.

Now, take all those things and then realize they don’t come close to describing what it was like for me kissing Allie, or should I say ‘Fucker’. It was all the above multiplied by infinity.

If I’d been able to think clearly at the time, I might have asked myself how it could be that this girl who supposedly had never kissed another girl was driving me absolutely insane with her mouth. She was sooo good at it, as good as anyone I’ve ever kissed, and that includes my mom and my sisters who are all totally amazing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t ask myself that question or wonder about anything at all, because I was completely blown away by Fucker. I was incapable of rational thought, melted into nothing but a tongue and a pair of lips that were ravenously hungry for her pretty mouth.

At last, after who knows how long — five minutes? five months? — Fucker slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. And I must confess to you, dear reader, that I literally lunged toward her, desperate for more. My over-the-top reaction was enough to make Kate laugh out loud, and that sound jolted me back to reality.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was surprised to find Kate standing right in front of us, her cute naked body only inches away. And she wasn’t simply standing there either. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She must have gotten up to watch us at some point and then started masturbating.

Fucker was gazing at my sister, watching as her fingers toyed with her clit. I glanced up at Kate — and when her eyes met mine, she reacted with a start.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand, evidently surprised to discover what she was doing. “Oh shit, sorry, I, I don’t —”

“It’s all right, it’s totally fucking cool,” said Fucker. “I masturbate all the time. I mean, like all the fucking time, you know?”

She smiled and leaned back, lifting her feet onto the edge of the wooden bench, spreading her slim legs apart. She began to play with herself.

“Wow,” Kate giggled, staring at Fucker’s pussy. “Man, that’s… yeah, I masturbate all the time too!”

She’d removed her hand from her crotch, but now she put it back, sliding a finger up inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself.

I sat for a moment, just watching them. It was so hot seeing these two young girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, naked and rubbing themselves. My hand went between my own legs. Then I stood up. I wanted a better view of Fucker’s little pussy while I masturbated.

When she saw me looking down at her, Fucker grinned and spread her legs even wider. Using both hands, she carefully opened her labia, showing us her moist pink center.

She looked at our faces, glancing from one to the other. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, the sexy girl licked her lips again, swirling her tongue all around. I almost came right then. It was amazing how fast I’d got close.

Fucker smiled at me, then peered down between her own legs. Kate and I watched as she pushed a finger just inside her tight vagina, up to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she teased her clit. Of course my sister and I were not only watching, we were masturbating too.

My fingers moved fast between my legs. I began to feel that swelling, pulsing, swirling, tingling, magic sensation coming up from deep inside. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath — yes, yes, almost, almost — but no, not quite, not yet. I was right there, though, right on the edge.

I opened my eyes and saw Fucker staring at my fingers, watching me masturbate. She looked at me, then at Kate, her gaze going back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could hear her whispering as she tickled her clit.

I glanced at my sister. She was fucking herself fast and hard while staring down between the other girl’s legs, watching her masturbate. Kate was totally covered in sweat, her tanned skin glowing.

We were all three perspiring heavily, partly from the heat of the sauna but also from the heat of our arousal. And I could smell our juices too. I closed my eyes again, breathing in deeply through my nose.

The aroma was very strong, young girl pussy — and when I thought those three words, the instant they went through my mind, I climaxed.

Kate came too, right after me, and then, maybe half a minute later, as I was coming down from my high, Fucker reached orgasm.

Goddamn, it was so exciting to watch that girl — legs spread wide, fingering herself, playing with her pussy, climaxing loudly. As her body shuddered repeatedly in tremendous spasms, I saw a dribble of gooey white fluids oozing out of her cunt and down into her ass.

My sister and I glanced at each other, smiling. Kate giggled. I winked at her.

Fucker finally opened her eyes, looking up at us. She relaxed her legs, stretching them out. “Fuck, that was good,” she grinned, licking her fingers.

We stayed that way for several moments: a tableau of three naked girls, gleaming with sweat, breathing hard, our faces glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Kate shook her head. Drops of perspiration flew off the ends of her short brown hair. “God, it’s so fucking hot,” she remarked. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You might be right. I don’t think it’s healthy to stay inside too long.”

A thought struck me. “You know, in like Sweden or Scandinavia, places like that, they go straight from the sauna and run and jump naked into the fjord where it’s freezing cold. I read about it.”

“Really?” my sister asked. “What’s a fee-yore?”

“A fjord,” I grinned. “It’s like a deep lake, really cold.”

Kate chuckled, “So why don’t we run outside and jump in Lake Tahoe?”

“No fucking way!” exclaimed Fucker. We all laughed.

“But, I mean, I guess we could put on our suits and jump in the swimming pool,” I suggested. “You wanna do that?”

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

“We could even do it naked,” Kate leered.

I smiled, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to, you know, cause any trouble for Aunt Barbara. Maybe no one would care, but I don’t think we should take chances.”

“I guess you’re right,” my sister agreed.

“Okay, so let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Fucker. She reached over and grabbed our suits. “Which one of these is mine…?”

“I don’t think it matters,” I said. “I mean, I think they’re all the same size and stuff.”

Fucker shrugged, apparently agreeing. She handed one of the dark blue suits to me and one to Kate. We pulled them on and found our flip-flops, then unlatched the door and headed for the pool.

The cool air outside the sauna felt fantastic. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. Then I looked down at my chest. My nipples were incredibly hard, poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. I smiled to myself and checked out the other girls. Their nipples were just as taut and visible as mine. Yummy!

No one else was using the pool. There was an attendant behind a glassed-in booth, a middle-aged woman who appeared bored.

We walked to the deep end, setting our towels on some chairs behind us. Standing on the edge, holding hands, we looked at each other.

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

I guess the pool was heated, it must have been, but after the sauna it felt like ice. We squealed and giggled and shivered, hugging each other.

Kate proposed a race to warm ourselves up. Fucker and I agreed, but only one lap, up to the shallow end and back. My sister won easily, of course. She was definitely the best athlete among us.

As we were trying to catch our breath at the end of the race, holding onto the sides, I felt someone rubbing my butt. It was Fucker. She smiled at me. I put a hand on her bottom too, squeezing her tight cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss, then turned to the other side, to Kate.

Switching hands, so she could keep a grip on the edge of the pool, Fucker fondled Kate under the water. They kissed.

Even after the race, I was still feeling chilled. If the goddamn pool was heated, it wasn’t very heated. My teeth chattered.

“Do y-you g-guys wanna g-go to the hot tub?” I asked.

“Shit yeah,” said Fucker. “Th-that sounds great.”

We climbed out and wrapped ourselves in the big towels, shivering.

“Where is it?” Kate swiveled her head around, looking for the hot tub.

“I’m not sure, but… you know what? I think I have an even better idea,” I said to them, feeling inspired.

“What is it?”

“Well, um, we could go up to the suite, you know, to Aunt Barbara’s suite. Put our clothes back on and go up there.”

“Hell yeah,” Kate grinned, “I like that idea a lot.”

I looked at Fucker. “Is that all right with you? Wanna do that?”

“A suite?” she blinked.

“Yeah, like I said, our aunt is kind of important, a VP, so she has this big suite, you know, a bunch of rooms all together.”

“It’s really really nice,” Kate told Fucker. “You should see it!”

“All right,” the girl shrugged. “I’m up for that.”

We hurried back to the lockers, eager to get out of our wet bathing suits. When we got inside, Kate looked around. Again, there was nobody else there. Except for us, the place was empty.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. She dragged me toward the showers. Fucker followed us.

Kate tossed her towel onto a bench just outside the shower area. She started stripping out of her suit. “A quick hot shower first, wash off all the chlorine, then get dressed, okay?”

“Good thinking,” I nodded, pulling the stretchy straps from my shoulders. Fucker got naked too, and we went inside.

Mostly we did take a shower, soaping up and washing off the chlorine, but we also got a little playful, kissing each other, touching and teasing. We all sort of knew we couldn’t go much further, not then, not there — but once we got up to the suite and had complete privacy, who could tell what might happen?

Continue on to Chapter 101

For my sister Molly’s 9th birthday, Mommy had decided to do something really special for her. They went away for a long weekend on a horseback riding trip, just the two of them, staying at a lodge up in the mountains. Monday was a holiday, Columbus Day, and the schools would be closed, so they’d have three days of fun.

Of course, Kate and I knew that our little sister and our mother not only would be riding horses but also enjoying plenty of hot sex together every night — and maybe during the day as well — which was fine with us, obviously. Our whole family had been sexually active with each other for several months now, and we’d never been happier or felt closer.

The cool thing for Kate and me, though, was that we got to go on a trip too! We were flying out to Nevada for the weekend to stay with our Aunt Barbara. Actually she was our mom’s aunt, her mother’s little sister, which meant that technically she was our great aunt but we just called her Aunt Barbara. She was in her forties and still fairly attractive, tall and blonde and slim, with long legs and a nice chest. She’d been married and divorced twice by then, and didn’t have any kids. At the time of our visit, she was single.

Kate and I knew Aunt Barbara didn’t have a clue about all the stuff that was going on in our family, that we were all fucking each other and everything. Mommy had warned us not to say a word about that to her, so of course we didn’t.

Anyway, we arrived at the airport in Reno, Nevada, late on Friday afternoon. Aunt Barbara met us at the gate, hugging us and kissing us, telling us how much we’d grown and everything — you know, the way adults always do.

As we walked out toward the parking area, she said to me, “Julie, you just get prettier every time I see you. What grade are you in now?”

“Um, eighth.”

“Eighth grade. I remember that age… that’s when I had my first real boyfriend.” She sent me a wink. “You must be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts, I’ll bet, aren’t you?”

“Oh, well, sort of, I guess.” My aunt didn’t know, obviously, that I was a lesbian.

“And Kate, your mother tells me you’re the star player on the basketball team. That’s impressive.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not really the star — but I’m the captain,” Kate said proudly.

“Wonderful! What grade are you in this year?”

“Sixth.”

“All right… Ah! Here’s the car, finally.”

So, we put our stuff in, and our aunt drove us up to where she lived — in this huge resort hotel and casino on Lake Tahoe! Because she was a vice president of the company that owned the place, she actually lived right in the hotel, in a big suite. And that’s where we were staying too. Very cool.

The first thing Aunt Barbara did when we got to the hotel lobby was take us to one of the restaurants. But we didn’t sit down or anything. She handed menus to us and said we could order anything we liked for dinner and dessert and they would bring it all upstairs to us. Double cool.

We made our choices and then headed for the elevator. The suite was super nice inside. Aunt Barbara was just telling us to make ourselves at home when her cell phone rang. She looked at it and frowned, then answered. After talking to someone for a couple of minutes, she set down the phone and said, “Bad news, kids.”

I must have had a worried look on my face, because Aunt Barbara smiled at me and laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“No, don’t fret,” she said, “it’s not that kind of bad news. It’s just that something has come up and I’m going to be in meetings most of the day tomorrow, perhaps all day. It concerns a possible merger between our company and another company. So we won’t be able to do any of the things I had planned. Sunday, though, I’ll spend the whole day with you, I promise.”

Kate and I looked at each other and shrugged. We weren’t quite sure where that left us, but we could be flexible.

Aunt Barbara apologized again for the unexpected change of plans, then showed us the room where we would sleep. It was big and kind of fancy, and had its own separate bathroom. There was only one bed, however, though it was queen-size.

“You girls don’t mind sleeping together, do you?” she asked.

Ha-ha! If she only knew!

“No,” I smiled, “we don’t mind at all. It’ll be fine.”

We ate our dinner, which was really good, and talked some more, answering Aunt Barbara’s typical boring grownup questions. After that, we watched TV for a while, but before long, Kate and I went in to bed.

Of course, you know us well enough by now to guess that even though we went to bed, we definitely did not go to sleep right away. My sister and I kissed and caressed and played with each other’s pussies and licked and sucked and fucked — both enjoying several delicious orgasms before we finally were ready to drift off.

* * *

I woke up fairly early in the morning, as I usually did, and spent some time writing in my journal while Kate snored beside me. At just after 8:00, Aunt Barbara knocked on our bedroom door and stuck her head inside. I was prepared for that, having already put on boxers and a t-shirt, but Kate was still naked. Luckily, she was enough under the covers that nobody could tell.

“My first meeting is at 9:00,” our aunt said. “I’ve got breakfast coming up in about 15 minutes. You kids ready to rise and shine?”

“Sure, no problem,” I smiled.

Kate snuffled and groaned and pawed at her nose, crinkling her eyes. She is not a morning person.

As we ate, Aunt Barbara entered my cell number into her phone, and told us she would call later to let us know how the day was going and when she expected to be free. She said we could walk all around the hotel and out onto the property, go down to the lake if we wanted to, use the sauna or the gym if we felt like it, or do just about anything else.

She gave us plastic badges to hang around our necks, telling us that they not only would gain us admittance anywhere in the hotel (except the casino or the bars), but that the magnetic stripe would allow us to purchase anything and everything we wanted — within reason, of course.

“That means Tiffany’s is off limits,” she joked.

There were several high-end stores connected with the hotel, but neither Kate nor I are big shoppers, so that wouldn’t pose much of a temptation.

“All right, so we’re all set,” Aunt Barbara said. “Now, Julie, you’re the oldest, so you have to be responsible. You’ll look out for the little one, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

I saw Kate stifling a frown, which made me giggle inside. She hated being called ‘little’ at age 11 and really resented the implication that she couldn’t watch out for herself. She also thought it was dumb that I always acted so polite. But she didn’t say anything about it. She didn’t have to: her look said it all.

Once we were down in the lobby and on our own, however, Kate was fine. She absolutely loved anything adventurous. Exploring the huge grounds and the lake and checking out the gym and maybe trying to sneak into the casino sounded like a ton of fun to her.

“Where do you wanna go first?” I asked my sister. Even though I was the oldest, in a lot of ways Kate was more of a leader.

“Umm,” she put a finger on her chin, looking around, “maybe the lake, although it might still be kinda cold…”

“Yeah, no shit. It was freezing when we got here last night.”

Kate giggled, “Okay, but later though. I’m telling you we have to go down there at some point no matter how cold it is.”

Just then I noticed a cute girl near us. She was standing partway behind some potted plants by a seating area in the lobby. I thought she might have been watching us, but when I looked her way her back was turned.

The girl was young, about our height and probably around our age. A slim blonde, she was wearing a short flippy skirt, sneakers with no socks, and an oversized long-sleeve pullover shirt. Her legs were long and thin and tan. As I was about to look away, I saw her glance over her shoulder at us.

Kate was saying something about the gym. I interrupted her. “Hey, see that girl?”

“What girl?”

“That one there, with the nice legs. I think she’s watching us.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess she is kinda cute. Julie, you always seem to locate hot girls no matter where we are.”

“I know, it’s like radar or something. Girldar maybe.”

My sister giggled again.

The blonde sauntered across the lobby, heading away from us toward the shops. Her skirt was really short. We could practically see her butt. She stopped in front of a bookstore, looking in the window.

I grabbed Kate’s arm. “Come on, let’s go check her out. I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

As we got closer to the girl, she seemed to sense us coming somehow, or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Anyway, she went inside the store. Kate and I followed her in a few seconds later.

Then it was kind of comical. We didn’t want to appear overly forward, so we sort of pretended to be browsing, and it looked like the girl was browsing too. First she was in the Juvenile section, then Romance, then Erotica (!), but every time we moved nearer to her, she stepped away.

After basically circling the small bookstore, the blonde went outside again, into the lobby, and we followed her. I think Kate was getting exasperated, tiring of the game, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about that girl that attracted me like a magnet.

This time I hurried, making sure she wouldn’t get away. Kate tagged along behind. I caught up with the girl outside a cosmetics shop.

“Hey, uh, don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said. A cliché, if there ever was one, but it seemed to work.

“Oh, hi,” the cute girl replied. “Um, I don’t know, but maybe.”

There was a pause, no one sure what to say next. Finally I ventured, “Are you, like, do you live around here or something?”

She shook her head. “No, we’re only here for the day. My moms are attending this seminar thing. They said I could sit with them if I wanted to, but it was fucking boring, so then I asked if I could just walk around and they said okay.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “We’re here for only a little while too, visiting our aunt for a couple days.”

Another short pause as we just looked at each other.

“Um, my name’s Julie. This is my sister, Kate.”

“Hi, I’m Allie — but my friends call me Fucker.”

“Fucker?!” Kate laughed out loud.

“Uh-huh. It’s kind of a nickname.”

“No way,” said Kate.

“Yes way,” she smiled. “I’m not shitting you. When I was a baby, my sister always called me LittleFucker. My moms picked up on it and it kinda stuck, then after a while it just became Fucker.”

I frowned, “But, like, at school and stuff, your teachers, I mean…”

“No, they all call me Allie, which I don’t like as much. You guys can call me Fucker, okay?”

“Okay, Fucker,” Kate laughed again. “What a great name!”

I glanced around, hoping nobody else was close enough to have heard this part of the conversation. No one was.

“Well, uh, so, what are you doing today?” I asked her. “Anything special?”

“No,” she shrugged, “just hangin’ around. How about you?”

“Nothing special. We can do whatever we want, at least until our aunt is done with her meetings and everything.”

The three of us started ambling along together, not going anywhere in particular, just walking. I was in the middle.

After a minute, Kate said, “I really wanna go down to the lake and check it out, you know?”

Allie giggled, “Now? It’s fucking freezing outside!”

“I know,” Kate smiled, “that’s what Julie said too.” Then she added, “What grade are you in? I’m in sixth.”

“I’m in sixth too. I just turned 12. How old are you?”

“I’m 11, almost 12,” said Kate.

That wasn’t exactly true, since my sister had turned 11 only a few months earlier. I winked at her, then told Allie, “I’m 13, almost 14.”

“Shut up,” said Kate, punching my shoulder. “Your birthday was just last month.”

“I know,” I grinned.

We stopped at an upscale candy store, a place that sold designer chocolates and stuff. Allie peered in the window. “Shit, I would be like 800 pounds if I ate as much of that as I want to.”

“You?” I chuckled. “You’re so damn skinny, no way.”

“Oh, thanks.” She turned and smiled at me, running her tongue around her lips in a way that made my pussy tingle.

Suddenly Kate said, “Hey, I know! You guys don’t want to be cold, so how ‘bout if we go find the gym here and get in the sauna. You wanna do that?”

I could have kissed her right then. What a brilliant idea!

“The sauna?” Allie asked, eyebrows raised. “They have one here?”

“Yeah, that’s what our aunt said anyway,” Kate replied. “Let’s go find it, okay?”

Allie nodded, then said, “Okay, but, like, are you sure they’ll let us in?”

“Hell yeah, we can go anywhere.” My sister held up the plastic badge around her neck displaying it. “We’re like VIPs and stuff.”

Allie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Chuckling, I explained, “Our Aunt Barbara is vice president of the company that owns this hotel. So, see, with these badges supposedly we can go wherever we want. Anywhere except the casino, that is.”

“Yeah, but I think later we should try to sneak in there anyway,” said Kate, with an evil grin. “But now let’s go find the sauna.”

We asked at the desk and were told that the gym was one level down. We could either take the elevator or a set of stairs near the front window of the lobby that looked out over the sparkling blue lake. We chose the stairs.

As we were trotting down, Allie said, “Shit, I don’t have a badge, though. Maybe they won’t let me in, or…”

I turned to her, grinning. “That’s when you just say, ‘Badges? I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!’”

They both giggled.

We found the gym, which the hotel actually called the Fitness Center, and then located the sauna. There was no problem at all getting Allie in. The badges Kate and I wore seemed to operate like a powerful talisman.

Full-length windows in front of the stair-stepping machines faced a lawn that sloped down toward the lake. The sauna, however, was in the rear, close to the locker rooms. A young, attractive, very polite female attendant handed us big fluffy towels and one-piece bathing suits and brand-new flip-flops too. She took us to a set of lockers and gave us three keys with pins that would attach to our suits. The attendant told us there was a full-size swimming pool and also a hot tub, but we were eager to try the sauna.

Now it was time to take off our clothes and put on the suits. I looked around and saw changing rooms, a line of little booths like at a clothing store. “There,” I said, pointing, “that’s where we change.”

Allie put a hand on my arm. “I don’t want to go in one all by myself. Can I share with you?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Kate. “Let’s all go together.”

“Those booths look pretty small,” I giggled. “But I guess we can try.”

The truth was, of course, that I would be very happy to change clothes alongside this cute girl, and my sexy sister too. I only hoped my panties wouldn’t be too noticeably wet.

We squeezed in and had a great time getting out of our clothes and into our suits in such a tight space. None of us seemed to mind pressing her body up against the others as we took off our shirts and as Kate and I pulled off our jeans and Allie wiggled out of her skirt.

When we were down to just our panties, we stopped for a moment and gazed at one another. It was warm in there, and close. We’d all been laughing as we undressed and were breathing hard.

Our eyes went automatically to each other’s breasts. We were all about the same size, still not very big. At barely 13, I had only small cone-shaped mounds with puffy pink nipples. Kate’s boobies were more rounded than mine but not large at all, with tight brown nipples like little buttons. Allie was sort of in-between. Her developing breasts were soft and white, not even a mouthful yet, with sweet pink nipples.

After we finished studying each other’s bodies, Allie looked into my eyes. She licked her lips again the way she’d done outside the candy store. I felt a surge of lust that actually made me shiver. She parted her lips, lifting her chin. For a second, I thought she was going to kiss me, or that I was going to kiss her, but then the moment passed.

“Okay, uh, um,” I stammered, swallowing hard, “let’s… get our suits on.”

I could see Kate suppressing a grin. She knew how turned on I was.

Because it was such a tight fit inside the booth, we had to take turns removing our underwear and squeezing into the bathing suits. I went first. My panties were wet, but if either of the others noticed, they didn’t say anything. I pulled up the dark blue suit. It was racing style, made of a light, stretchy material. My erect nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric.

Kate went next, then Allie. When our young blonde friend pushed her bikini panties down, I tried to get a look at her crotch to see if she had any pussy hair yet. But if she did, I couldn’t tell.

Giggling again, we left the changing room, wearing our suits and the new flip-flops. We put our clothes in the lockers, picked up our towels and headed for the sauna.

Continue on to Chapter 100

Nothing special really happened that morning at Hannah’s house, or at least nothing more overt than subtle flirtation. Lauren offered to make breakfast for the little girls and me, bacon and eggs if we wanted that, or pancakes, but Lindsey and Molly both said they’d prefer cereal. They ate Frosted Flakes, while I had an English muffin with strawberry preserves, along with more juice.

Kelsey lingered in the kitchen with us, sitting at the table, sipping her tea, listening to the chatter of the kids, occasionally adding or asking something — but I noticed that her eyes were constantly on the move, whether looking at me again, or at the young girls in their thin nighties, or even at her cousin, Lauren — and I was sure I saw sexual hunger in her gaze as she studied the faces and bodies around her. I was certain I wasn’t imagining it.

In fact, our eyes met a couple of times and then it was like Kelsey could tell exactly what I was thinking about her — and didn’t mind me thinking it! It felt as if she and I were sharing a naughty secret, that the woman was admitting to me, through her look, that she had strong erotic desires for underage girls, and wasn’t ashamed of it either.

For her part, Lauren mostly stood back and listened, leaning against the counter. She drank black coffee and munched on a piece of toast, chuckling from time to time at some of the sillier things the kids would say. It seemed to me, though, that she was aware of what was taking place between Kelsey and me, that she understood the silent conversation her cousin and I were having.

When I glanced over at her and she caught my eye, Lauren smiled and winked, nodding her head. Should I take that as a confirmation of my suspicions about Kelsey? Was it an affirmation from Lauren that she shared the same forbidden urges? Those two certainly had given me a lot to think about!

Hannah finally got out of bed maybe an hour after I had, coming into the kitchen just as the little girls were finishing up their second or third bowls of cereal. She’d put on a t-shirt, but wore nothing else besides her panties. Her feet and legs were bare. She yawned and stretched, mumbling something unintelligible in reply to our cheery greetings. It looked like she was barely awake. She plopped down at the table and poured herself a bowl of Captain Crunch, spooning it groggily into her mouth, chin resting in her hand.

Later that day, after Molly and I went home, I sat in my room for a while mulling over everything, wondering if I’d been right about Kelsey and her desires (and perhaps Lauren’s too), or if I’d only been seeing what I wanted to see. But as I went over the breakfast scene repeatedly in my mind, I became convinced once more that I hadn’t been making it up. What I sensed from them was real. Whether or not they had ever acted on their lust for little girls, or ever would, I didn’t know.

I decided to talk with my mother about it. I had already planned to tell her what I’d heard the previous night in the hallway, outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. It seemed to me like it all fit together somehow: the cousins’ evident lust for each other and what I perceived as their incestuous desires for the young girls in their family, as well as for me and perhaps for Molly too.

It was a busy weekend, though. I’d signed up about a month earlier to attend a fiction writing seminar for kids age 12 to 16 that was being held at one of the local universities. The seminar, which was really cool, went from 1:00 until 4:00 that Saturday. When Mommy picked me up after, Kate and Molly were in the car with her.

We dropped Kate off at a friend’s house. A pretty brunette named Sarah, one of Kate’s basketball teammates, was having her 11th birthday. To celebrate, the girl’s parents were taking Sarah and five of her friends out to dinner at one of those theme restaurants where they had entertainers walking around and doing stuff while you ate.

Mommy and Molly and I went to the mall to stroll around for a while. We had dinner at the Heavenly Jade Noodle Shop, which I liked, and we also stopped in at Victoria’s Secret, but unfortunately didn’t see any of the cute salesgirls we knew.

Sarah’s parents brought Kate home at about 8:30, and pretty soon after that we all got in Mommy’s bed to watch lesbian porn and have sex. Chelsea and Dana were with us too. That was totally great, as usual. I came several times and got to eat lots of pussy. But it also meant I never had the chance to be alone with my mom and talk with her about what was on my mind.

The next day, Sunday, we drove to a nearby garden center and bought a bunch of flower bulbs, along with mulch and fertilizer and things like that. Mommy let each of us choose the different kinds of bulbs we wanted, which was fun, but then of course as soon as we got home she made us go to work in the backyard, digging and preparing the soil and planting all the bulbs. I was exhausted by the time it was done, and we were all filthy. We went in and took showers, then enjoyed the yummy pizzas Mommy had ordered for us.

Dana and Chelsea went back to their apartment after dinner. Because it was a school night, the rule was no porn and no sex — or anyway no sex that would keep us up past our assigned bedtimes. So I got to fool around only a little bit with my sisters and my mom that night, kissing and fondling and teasing, before she packed us off to bed.

I didn’t stay in bed, however. After I read a couple chapters of a really good mystery novel (Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers), I put the book down and went to my mother’s room. It was about 10:30 when I knocked on her door, which was closed.

“Come in.”

I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. My mom was sitting up in bed studying something in a binder, probably a legal brief of some sort. She took off her reading glasses and smiled at me, “Hi, baby.”

Stepping inside, I closed the door then walked slowly over to the bed. I was wearing red hipster panties and a very thin, light pink camisole I knew my mom liked to see me in. My intention that night was not really to seduce her, but just to talk with her. Still, I always liked to dress sexy for my mother.

“You look nice,” she nodded, gazing at my small breasts through the nearly transparent fabric.

“Thanks. So do you.”

She was in a sleeveless white nightgown, fluffy and airy with several layers of gauzy material through which I could detect the dark circles of her nipples. Seeing her that way turned me on.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Of course you can. Come and sit by me.” She patted the bed.

I snuggled in close to her, my legs under the covers, warm next to hers. My mom kissed the top of my head, my cheek, and my lips. Then she waited for me to say what I wanted to say.

After thinking how to start, I said, “Um, last night at Hannah’s house, during the sleepover, I heard something.”

“Oh? What did you hear?”

I want ahead and told her everything, actually starting a little bit earlier with the tickling game in Hannah’s bed, then kissing Molly while Hannah kissed Lindsey, then masturbating side by side with Hannah, and finally about waking up late in the night and going out into the hall and hearing what I heard.

“So, what do you think it was?” Mommy asked.

I swallowed. “I think it was Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and Lindsey’s mother, Lauren, having sex together.” My eyes were wide as I said this. I was still amazed at what had happened.

“Are you sure that’s what it was?”

“No… but what else could it have been?”

“I don’t know. But my training, and my inclination, is to deal in facts. Have you told anyone else about it?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“That’s good.” She kissed my cheek again. “You’re probably right about what you heard, sweetie, although we can’t know for sure. But it does seem the most likely explanation.”

“Yeah, it does.” We sat for a moment or two in silence and then I said, “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do, um… I mean, how common is that? Are a lot of women lesbians? Or, I guess, maybe, bisexual? And not only lesbians, but I mean, having sex with their cousins? Family members? Or maybe even, you know, like us, mothers and daughters and sisters and stuff? Do you think that happens a lot?”

She chuckled, “You have quite a lot of questions tonight.”

I nodded, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.

After a glance at the clock, Mommy said, “It’s late, honey, and you need to go to bed soon. But let me just say this… a lot of women are bisexual. In fact, I believe nearly all women are, by nature. They may not always act on those urges, however. Society tends to channel women into controlled heterosexual monogamy. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded again.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if those two, Hannah’s and Lindsey’s moms, were having sex with each other. It’s really only natural, if you think about it. A pair of attractive women sleeping together every night in the same room, if not in the same bed. My guess is that in a similar situation, almost any two women would end up making love sooner or later. That’s just how we’re built. Do you see?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“All right, well, we can talk about it more later if you want to. And you know what else?”

“What.”

“I think we really ought to get to know that family a little better. I’d like to develop a closer relationship with them if we can. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Uh-huh,” I giggled, “I do.”

“Good.” She patted my leg. “Now you run off to bed. I have to finish reading this brief, and after than I’m going to masturbate while I think about what you told me.”

I hugged her tightly. “Okay. I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, darling girl.”

I received one more kiss on the top of my head, and another long one on the mouth, and then finally I did leave my mother’s room and went back to my own. I turned out the light, got under the covers, and thought about things for a long time… before putting my hands between my legs and bringing myself to orgasm as I imagined Kelsey sitting on her daughter’s face, grinding her pussy into the cute redhead’s mouth.

* * *

The next day at school, something incredible happened. I had been selected, along with three other girls and two boys in my grade, to take part in a special program. Three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we would be taken by bus after lunch to a magnet school, one of the high schools in our city that focused on advanced placement courses. Each of us would attend two classes there in the afternoon, before being returned to our school.

That seemed like a good enough idea. I would enjoy the challenge of studying something more demanding, beyond the level I was used to. The classes I was assigned to take were World History and English Literature.

Well, just imagine my surprise when we got off the bus that first day and met the two students, high school seniors, who would be guiding us to our new classes. One of them was someone I knew — it was Karen!

Oh my god, my jaw just about hit the pavement. I hadn’t seen Karen for more than two years, when she was 14, but I recognized her at once. She was a girl who’d babysat for my sisters and me several times when we were younger, and she was also the first person I ever watched my mother have sex with. I couldn’t believe it really was her! I stood there on the sidewalk like an idiot, my mouth gaping open.

Karen was holding a piece of paper in her hand, a printed list of the six eighth-grade students taking part in the program. She called our names one by one. The first three kids were turned over to another girl, who led them away. The other three, including me, went with Karen.

My mind was in a whirl. Karen knew exactly who I was, of course. That was obvious from the way she smiled and looked into my eyes when she said my name. But the last time I’d seen her she’d been upset, frightened, or at least greatly embarrassed. She’d been naked at the time, and had just finished an orgasm with my mom licking her shaved pussy. When the young brunette had discovered I was watching them, she’d grabbed her clothes and run from the room, seemingly on the verge of tears.

My mother drove Karen home right after that, and I had never seen her again — not until that day. As we walked through the halls, I tried to look closely at her. She hadn’t changed very much, still small and slender, about my height then, 5’2”, with long shiny chestnut hair, cute bangs, and big brown eyes. She was wearing knee-length khaki shorts, boots, and a short-sleeved flannel shirt.

We dropped off the first student at his designated classroom, and then the second at her class. Now it was only me and Karen. We proceeded down the hall and around a corner.

“So, long time, huh?” she smiled. “How have you been? How’s your mom?”

“Oh, um, fine… we’re fine.” My mouth was dry. I didn’t know what to say.

“Here we are.”

We stopped outside a closed classroom door. I could see through a narrow window that the room was full of students, high school juniors and seniors. I felt nervous about going inside, but I felt even more nervous about being with Karen. I was glad at least that she didn’t appear to be angry with me or anything for being a peeping tom. In fact, she seemed really friendly.

“Meet me here when this class is over, and I’ll take you to the next one, all right?”

I nodded mutely.

Karen gave me a wink and patted my arm. “It’s good to see you again, Julie.” Then she turned and headed off.

I tried my best to follow what the teachers were talking about in the history and literature courses I attended that day, although that was difficult. I couldn’t stop thinking about Karen. Images of her and my mother, naked together, kept flashing through my mind.

As promised, Karen met me and took me to the second class, which was close by. When that one ended, she was waiting for me outside the door. We gathered up the other two kids and went out to where the bus was parked. Karen and the other student, whose name was Latisha, told the six of us they would be there on Wednesday to guide us around once more, but after that we would be expected to find our way without assistance.

Wednesday came, and I was feeling energized. I’d gotten over my initial shock of seeing Karen again, and now I was looking forward to what might happen next. I hadn’t said anything about her yet to my mom or Kate or anyone, however. First I needed to find out more about Karen’s attitude toward us. She’d seemed perfectly fine on Monday, polite and cheerful, but I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any hidden resentment or anything like that.

That morning I decided to put on a skirt in place of the jeans I’d worn on Monday. And as the bus pulled up at the high school and I saw Karen waiting at the curb, I was pleased to see that she was wearing a skirt too, a very short one. She had great legs.

Everything went basically as it had on our first day there. We split up into the same two groups and the seniors led us toward our classes. But this time after the other two kids in my group had been dropped off, and it was only Karen and me, she said, “So, um, do you want to get together after school or something, maybe talk a little bit?”

“Well, but, I have to take the bus back.”

We’d reached the door of my first class.

“I know you’re supposed to,” Karen said, her eyes bright with mischief, “but maybe you can tell them someone’s picking you up, that you have a ride.”

“Except I don’t.”

“I’ll drive you, silly. I have a car. I can take you home.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to?”

“I…” The idea was very appealing, although I felt uncomfortable about lying. But would it really be a lie? I wasn’t sure.

“You think about it,” the older girl smiled. “I have to go now, get to my class. I’ll see you after this one, okay?”

“Okay.”

By the time that first class was over — long before it was over, in fact — I’d made up my mind. Yes, I definitely did want to meet Karen after school and talk with her. I couldn’t wait!

Again I found it hard to keep up with what the teachers were saying that day. The material wasn’t especially difficult, I could handle it easily enough, but I just had so many other things to think about. I tried to focus, though, and did all right.

Then we were walking out to the bus. Karen winked at me as the other kids started getting on. I told the driver I had a ride, that someone was picking me up.

“Are you sure?” he grunted. “Well, okay, I guess it’s fine, as long as I’ve seen you. I’ll let them know back at the school.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot!”

I turned and walked with Karen across the parking lot toward her car. It was an older Toyota Corolla, kind of beat up, but it was hers, her very own car! I envied her. We got in and started driving.

At first we just chatted about school, the classes I was taking, and so on. Small talk. But as we continued across town toward my neighborhood, Karen took an unexpected turn into a large city park. She didn’t say anything as she followed narrow roads that wound through the trees. I wasn’t sure where we were going. She made a couple more turns, and then we came to a dead end in a fairly remote area near a small pond. There was a picnic table and a garbage can, but they were kind of overgrown with grass and brush. This part of the park wasn’t well maintained.

Karen shut off the engine and turned to me, smiling. “It’s great to see you again, Julie. I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“I know, I’ve thought about you too.”

“Have you?”

“Uh-huh.”

She shook her head, ruefully. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve, well, how I’ve replayed that night and wished I’d acted differently, not been so… so stupid about it. I really liked your mom, and I loved what we were doing together. But, you know, I was younger then, and dumb I guess.”

“Yeah, I know… I mean, I know what’s it’s like to be young and dumb.”

That made her giggle. “How old are you now?”

“Um, 13.”

“Yeah, I was 14 then, almost 15. But it seems so long ago, like I was almost a different person.”

I didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“That was, she was, your mom, I mean, she was my first lover.” Karen was looking out the front window of the car as she spoke, at the trees and the pond. She went on, “I was a virgin before that. I mean, I’d kissed some girls a couple times, but that was all.”

She turned and looked at me, her eyes running up and down my body. She licked her lips. “Do you think I’m sexy, Julie?”

I swallowed. Oh my, where was this going?! But I managed to answer, “Yeah, I do.”

“Are you a…?” Karen began. “Well, I guess I should say it first. I like girls. I’m a lesbian. I wasn’t sure about it until I met your mom. I thought I might be, but after that I was like, absolutely!”

We both burst into laughter over the firmness of her declaration. After we settled down, she didn’t say anything else, just sat and looked at me expectantly.

I felt myself blushing. But I gazed into her eyes, and said, “Um, yeah, I’m a lesbian too. I like girls.”

Karen licked her lips again. She leaned slightly toward me.

It was warm inside the car. We had the windows up. I was starting to sweat. I looked at her mouth, at her tongue, moving slowly around her lips. I looked into her eyes again. I leaned a little closer, and said, “I think you’re, um, very sexy, Karen. I really do.”

We kissed.

It’s not all that easy, of course, to make out in a small car, at least not in the front seat. After a minute or two of frenzied kissing and clutching, Karen suggested we get in the back seat, and I immediately agreed.

Neither of us were willing to take our clothes off then, even if we were in a remote section of the park and hadn’t seen anyone else around. But we didn’t have to be naked to have a good time. We kissed wetly, tongues exploring, and grabbed each other’s boobs through our shirts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and neither was she. Our nipples were hard.

Then our hands were going between our legs, sliding under skirts, inside our panties. Karen’s pussy was shaved smooth, as was mine. And she was very wet. She was the first to reach climax as I fondled her clit, and then I came about a minute later, with her finger up inside me. We didn’t stop, though. We kept it up, more kissing, groping, fingering, until we each had come a second time.

We rested for a few minutes. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our faces shiny, damp hair clinging to our foreheads. “That was nice,” Karen giggled, as she sucked the finger that had been inside my pussy.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “We should do it again. I’m glad I’m in those special classes at your school.”

We laughed about that. Karen and I kissed a while longer, but didn’t have any more orgasms that afternoon. Finally we got back in the front seat, straightened ourselves up as best we could, then drove to my house.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked as the Toyota pulled into our driveway.

It was not quite 5:00. My mom wasn’t home yet and wouldn’t be for perhaps another hour. Dana was still at work too, at the insurance agency.

“Um…” Karen was staring at our front door, probably recalling her experiences from a few years earlier. “Not yet. Later, but, I just want to, like, think about it for a while first, okay?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Hey, but, you know, I… I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what happened then, how I scared you and stuff. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s all right,” she grinned. “I’ll admit I was scared. But as I’ve thought about it, over all these years, now it seems kind of, you know, like, kinky and cool. Like I want to do it again or something.”

“Do you?”

“Well, maybe. But like I said, I just want to think about everything for a while. I’ll see you Friday, okay?”

“Okay.”

She leaned over and kissed my lips. I returned her kiss, then got out of the car with my backpack. I waved as she drove away.

It turned out I didn’t see Karen on Friday, although I did see her plenty after that. But that night at dinner, Mommy had an exciting announcement. She told me and Kate and Molly about some special plans she’d made for us. She’d already informed the school that we wouldn’t be there on Friday. We were going away that day, taking a trip.

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We huddled together in the dark, me and my new best friend, Hannah Jones, alone in her bedroom, inside her bed. I could barely see a thing, only the faintest outline of her delicate features. But I could feel the warmth of her. She was very close to me. Our bodies weren’t quite touching, but almost. And I could smell her… a faint aroma of perfume, of sweat, of girlish excitement.

For several moments, neither of us said a word. We just lay there, slowly inhaling, exhaling, gazing at one another. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see Hannah better, those big brown eyes, her wide mouth, her pointed chin. Her lips were moist, as were mine.

She shifted slightly closer and I thought we were going to kiss, but then she whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“You told me, um, that you masturbate, right? Play with yourself?”

“Sure, I do,” I nodded, “a lot, almost every night before I go to sleep.”

“Me too,” she said, “and sometimes in the shower. Or, um, other times, when I’m in here alone, just thinking about things.”

“I know, I do that too.”

“I think about Miss Firth, and I get excited,” Hannah whispered, “or, um… or I think about you.”

There was a soft rustling sound. The bed was moving slightly. I suddenly realized that Hannah was masturbating now, that she had a hand between her legs. Excellent! I’d been wondering if I would have to suggest it, but she’d already started.

To get it out in the open, to make the idea more tangible and more arousing, I said, “Are you touching yourself? Your pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” she grinned. “Or my fanny, as we call it over there.”

I pushed a hand down, inside my own panties. My cunt was a sloppy mess. I wondered if Hannah was as wet as I was. “Is it okay of I, uh, if I do it too?” I asked.

“Of course, if you want to,” she said. “But um, have you ever done it this way before? With another girl, I mean?”

“Yeah, I have,” I nodded. (The understatement of the year!) “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t. Well… not when anybody knew. Sometimes, though, when Lindsey’s in here with me, I’ve done it after she falls asleep. Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Why would it be bad? Masturbating is normal, everybody does it.”

My hand was moving fast around my clit. It felt big and fat under my fingers, slippery with my juices. As I squeezed it, a shudder ran through me, a pre-climax. A tiny whimper escaped my lips.

“You think everybody does it?” Hannah said. “Like Miss Firth too?”

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to hold on, to keep talking with my friend. I was surprised at how quickly I’d brought myself right to the edge.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m sure she must. Everybody does.”

“I guess… um, when we were, before we moved, sometimes I could hear my mum, in her room, doing it, you know? She did it a lot.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, still trying to maintain control. It was hard to breath, let alone speak. Somehow I managed to ask, “You ever hear her now?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, um… they’re sleeping in the same room, you know, my mum and Lauren, and…”

“Hannah, I —” The tide was surging inside, rising higher and higher. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Sorry, I, I can’t —”

A stunning climax crashed over me. I groaned loudly, both hands clamped between my legs, as tremendous spasms rocked my body. Although I almost always came very hard, this one seemed especially powerful. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I gasped for breath, quaking and shaking, warm liquids oozing between my fingers, drenching my panties.

When at last I was able to relax a bit, when the convulsing had eased to an occasional gentle shiver, I slowly opened my eyes. Hannah was staring at me.

“Julie, god, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m… fine.” I took a deep breath, then licked my lips, tasting salt from my sweat.

“That was — that was bloody hot! I thought you were gonna die or something!”

I chuckled, “That’s what the French call it, you know. The little death.”

“Do they? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah…” I rolled onto my back, looking up into the dark, fanning my face with my hands. Then I turned to look at Hannah.

“I’m sorry I, I mean, I guess I should have waited for you or something. But I just couldn’t,” I giggled.

“It’s okay. I, um, I came too, anyway.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, only just not quite as… explosively.”

“Yeah,” I giggled again. “That’s a good word for it. Or volcanically.”

“Titanically!”

“Climactically!!”

We laughed together at that one.

As we settled down, Hannah asked, “So, do you wanna, go to sleep now? Or something else? Maybe do it again?”

“Can you do it again? Without waiting, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “usually about two or three times, if I feel like it. And I almost always feel like it.”

“Same with me,” I giggled. “Once is almost never enough.”

“But, um, I think I’d like to do some kissing first. I like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you too,” I smiled.

We were both on our backs. Now Hannah turned onto her side, and I did too. We faced each other, inches apart.

“I like kissing you,” she repeated, as she slowly brought her lips to mine.

The few times she and I had kissed before, it had always been with our clothes on, so this was a different experience. As our kisses grow more intense, Hannah rolled on top of me. I loved having her soft warm body on mine, our small breasts mashing together. I stroked her back as our tongues played in one another’s mouths. The girl wasn’t exactly humping me, but her pussy was right on top of mine, and I could feel the heat of her sex through her thin panties.

We kissed that way for several minutes, not doing anything else really, just kissing and gently caressing. Hannah never grabbed for my boobs and I didn’t touch hers either. A couple of times between kisses I heard her whisper, “Julie,” but then her mouth would always cover mine again and I couldn’t respond, except to moan in pleasure.

After a while, Hannah seemed to make a decision. She completed a kiss, then suddenly shifted off of me and onto her back once more, our arms touching.

“That was nice,” she giggled.

“Yeah, I loved it,” I nodded, a trifle breathless. “I could kiss you all night long.”

“I know, so could I. But now I want to masturbate, okay?”

It seemed funny to me that Hannah would put it like that, as if kissing and masturbating were two separate activities and you couldn’t do them together, at the same time. I suppose that’s how she thought of it then. You were doing either one or the other.

In any case, that’s what we did next. We masturbated side by side, without kissing. As we played with ourselves, hands inside our panties, we shared our fantasies, talking softly about the girls we liked at school, or about some of the teachers — especially Ms. Firth.

Hannah asked, “So you think she does this too? Touches herself, I mean, in bed at night?”

“Ms. Firth? Yeah, I’m sure she must.”

“I wonder, I hope so.”

“In fact, maybe she’s doing it right now, Hannah, lying in bed, wherever she lives. Think about that. She’s naked, and she’s touching her body, those big boobs, playing with her nipples…”

“God, I love her boobs.”

“Me too. And you know what else? It could be that Ms. Firth is fantasizing too right now, thinking about the girls she likes. Maybe she’s imagining her favorite art student, that cute redhead with the English accent, picturing her naked, pretending she’s kissing her.”

“Julie, oh my god.”

“That’s what she’s doing, Hannah. Ms. Firth is masturbating, rubbing her pussy, putting her fingers inside, deep inside, then putting them in her mouth, tasting herself — only she’s imagining it’s you she’s tasting, that she’s licking you.”

“Don’t stop. Tell me more, I’m almost there!”

“Okay. Um, Ms. Firth is turning over. She’s lying on her tummy now, hands between her legs. She’s naked, humping her fingers, but she’s pretending that she’s on top of you, kissing you.”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!”

“And she’s not only kissing you, she’s pressing herself against you, her pussy on your pussy, pushing hard, harder, fucking you, and —”

“Ohhhhh!!!”

Hannah was climaxing.

I didn’t come at the same time as her, but that was fine. I loved watching her that way, as much as I could see in the dark. It was exciting to be there with the girl, to see her pretty face contorted with passion, eyes tightly shut, biting then licking her lips, groaning as she came.

When she finished, she let out a long, slow sigh. “Cor, that was nice…”

Then it was my turn. I shifted onto my side facing Hannah, fingers working fast between my legs. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take me long to reach orgasm again, but I wanted to do it this time while we were kissing, if she was willing.

Fortunately Hannah had no hesitation. With my free hand I caressed her cheek, turning her toward me. As soon as she realized what I wanted, she giggled like a little girl, then brought her mouth to mine, eagerly kissing me.

The feel of her soft lips, her tongue, her scent, her gentle touch as she stroked my neck and the back of my head — all of this together with my fingers on my juicy clit brought me quickly to the edge and then over the top.

That was the last of our orgasms that night. Or perhaps I should say it was the last while we both were awake. As my spasms gradually receded, our kisses slowly ended too.

Hannah and I were spent, fulfilled, the stillness of sleep swiftly stealing over us. I turned onto my back again. Her head rested on my shoulder, an arm across my chest. Neither of us said another word, not even ‘goodnight’. We were gone.

* * *

But I awoke in the night. Perhaps it was being in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar room. Whatever it was, my eyes blinked open.

It took a moment to remember, and then I smiled to myself. I was in Hannah’s bed. She was there beside me, though turned the other way now, her bottom pressed against my hip. I was on my back, my head on a pillow.

I lay there quietly in the dark, recalling the pleasure of kissing her, masturbating with her, sharing our fantasies. Sex was so great, in whatever form. Hannah and I hadn’t really had sex yet, of course, but I was sure we would at some point, and for now this was enough. I loved it.

Thinking about what we’d done together that night made me want to masturbate again, give myself at least one more orgasm. As my mother likes to say about me, I truly am insatiable. On the other hand, if I did that, it might wake Hannah up, and she was sleeping so peacefully. Probably better to put it off.

Closing my eyes, letting out a sigh, attempting to blank my mind, I tried my best to relax and fall asleep again. But then I heard something, a thumping sound, faint but definitely noticeable. Maybe that was what woke me up — but what the hell was it? A quiet thump, repeated, rhythmic:  bump – bump – bump – bump.

I turned my head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the sound. It was somewhere inside the house, I thought, not outside. Briefly I considered waking Hannah to ask her about it, but decided not to. Instead I silently slipped out of bed and crept toward her bedroom door, opening it a crack and listening again.

The sound was louder now, and faster too, the bump-bump-bump clearly coming from the end of hall, in the direction of the room shared by the two moms. Could it be? I stepped out of the room, padding softly toward their door, wearing only my panties. The cooler air in the hallway made my nipples stiff.

As I approached the room, I paused to listen again. The thumping sound was easier to identify here. I was almost certain it was a bed bumping against a wall, and I could hear something else too, muffled voices, women’s voices. I couldn’t really tell what they were saying, and maybe it wasn’t actual words, just moans and groans, but I thought I heard someone urging, “Fuck me!”

The thumping got faster faster faster faster — there was a loud feminine cry, perhaps a pair of cries — and then suddenly everything stopped. It was totally quiet. Maybe I could hear someone breathing, or some kissing, but maybe not. Possibly I was just imagining that.

Then it occurred to me where I was and what I was doing. I was standing half-naked in the hallway of a house where I was a guest, and I was eavesdropping. Omigod! What if someone opened the door and caught me?!!

I cringed and scurried as quietly but as quickly as I could back to Hannah’s bedroom, shutting the door behind me. My heart pounded. My mind swarmed with questions. Who was it in that room down the hall, making the noises? Kelsey and Lauren? Was someone else there too? Could there have been a man, fucking one of them, or both of them?

Taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow my racing pulse, I walked slowly over to the bed and climbed back in. I eased close to Hannah again, not quite touching, but almost. Her body was warm. I tried to relax, but I had so much to think about.

There’d been sex going on in that bedroom, of that I was certain. But who was it? The two moms? It had to be, right? What were the chances anyone else could have come into the house and joined them so late at night?

No, the more I looked at all the possibilities, the more convinced I became: Hannah’s mother and Lindsey’s mother were having sex with each other, fucking each other. I was positive.

So, what should I do with that information? Should I tell someone, like Hannah? I didn’t think so. It wasn’t really my place to do that, and anyway, if what I thought was happening was happening, chances are she would find out soon enough on her own.

I could tell my mom, of course. I told her everything. But I made a firm decision not to say anything about it to anyone except her, not even to Kate. I trusted my sister, but I just didn’t want to take the risk. I’d hate to be thought of as someone who blabbed secrets about people.

There was one other thing I could do with the new information I had, however. I could use it to create erotic images in my mind. I could fantasize about the two attractive women, the cousins, Kelsey and Lauren. I could picture them together, making love. I was certain they were doing it, and now I could pretend I was watching them, even joining in with them, or even… oh, yes, that would be the best fantasy of all!

As I lay in the dark, I imagined that all four girls — me and Hannah, Molly and Lindsey — were inside that bedroom with Lauren and Kelsey, watching them have sex. They wanted us to watch. They especially wanted the little girls to see what they were doing. Oh my god, I Ioved that idea. It got me so hot and wet.

Both hands were between my legs now, one on my clit, the other teasing my vagina. I tried not to move too much, because I didn’t want to wake Hannah. But that only made it more exciting in a way, to play with myself as quietly and gently as possible while all those incredibly naughty images streamed through my mind.

I visualized Kelsey on top of Lauren, the smaller woman’s legs spread wide, the brunette grinding on her, grabbing her breasts, kissing her deeply. And then I made them talk. In my fantasy I had the women speak to us, telling us exactly what was happening, and using very graphic language too — talking about ‘pussies’ and ‘cunts’ and ‘fucking’ and ‘eating’.

That did it for me. When I saw a picture in my head of Kelsey humping Lauren, and when I ‘heard’ Lauren’s voice speaking to Lindsey, telling her daughter what they were doing, that’s when I lost it.

I did my best to stay silent as I came, although it wasn’t easy. I squeaked a few times, and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking as spasms burst from my center, one after another, but Hannah never woke. She slept blissfully on.

* * * 

In the morning, I came awake when I felt Hannah getting out of the bed.

I raised my head from the pillow, watching from behind as the 13-year-old padded slowly to the bedroom door, wearing nothing but her baby blue bikini panties. Instantly I became aroused again, my clit tingling. She was just so sexy — a slim, smooth body, pale skin, perfect legs, and that tight little butt, with her long red hair cascading down her back — it suddenly made me wish I’d actually tried to have sex with her the night before, been more aggressive or something, though that wasn’t usually my style.

With a big yawn, Hannah opened the door and stepped out into the hall, apparently heading for the bathroom. I looked around the room for a clock, but couldn’t find one. It was light outside, though, and birds were singing. Leaning over, reaching into my bag on the floor by the bed, I dug out my phone. It was 7:52.

I was certainly awake now, not feeling sleepy at all. I sat up, listening, trying to tell if anyone else was up. The house seemed to be quiet. After a few seconds, a toilet flushed. Which reminded me: I could use a visit too. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a t-shirt, slipping it over my head. I’m not exactly sure why I did that, but I did. Habit, I suppose.

As I got up and started toward the door, Hannah came back into the room, yawning again.

“Hiya,” she smiled groggily, then went straight to the bed, climbing in and pulling up the covers.

I paused a moment, quietly chuckling as I watched the girl settle in to sleep some more. Okay, well, I thought, no sex this morning. I went back to my bag and found a clean pair of underwear.

In the bathroom, I peed, washed my face, and then took a quick shower, not shampooing my hair, leaving it mostly dry. I put the fresh panties on, along with the t-shirt, and opened the bathroom door.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee told me the moms were up now, or at least one of them was. I listened for a moment and heard two voices, conversing in the kitchen. On impulse, I made a decision. I looked down at myself. The shirt came to just below my waist. My nipples poked through the thin material. My panties (which had cartoon kisses on them) were visible, my legs bare. Pretty sexy.

I walked down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Lauren was standing by the stove, drinking coffee. Kelsey was seated at the small table, sipping hot tea with milk in it. Both wore knee-length robes.

“Good morning,” the women smiled.

“Good morning,” I grinned, holding out my chest, trying to look as Lolita-like as I could without actually batting my eyelashes or anything like that.

“Would you like coffee, tea, or… perhaps hot chocolate?” Kelsey asked.

“Um, maybe just a little juice if you have some?”

“Certainly,” Lauren nodded. She opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of orange juice, pouring me a small glass.

“Anyone else up yet?” Lauren asked as she handed me the glass. Her robe was loose, and I got a nice glimpse of side-boob. It seemed that modesty was not something they worried much about in that house.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. I took a sip of the juice, then licked my lips in what I hoped was a provocative gesture. “Just little me.”

Kelsey smiled, “You’re a pretty one, you are.” Her gaze ran down my legs and then up again, pausing at my chest before returning to my face. “And I’m pleased you and Hannah’ve become friends.”

“Yeah, I like her. I like her a lot,” I nodded.

My heart was pounding. I felt color rising in my cheeks. There was no question at all about the way the woman had just looked at me. I wanted to say something else, but didn’t know what. So I just stood there.

Kelsey’s eyes went to my clearly outlined nipples again, then down to my panties. They stayed there. Hannah’s mom was staring right at my crotch!

I swallowed hard, making an effort to control my breathing. Then I leaned back against the counter, placing my feet apart, doing my best to be casual about it while arching my pelvis in her direction.

Kelsey continued to stare at me. She slowly raised her teacup, taking a sip, eyes still glued to my panties. As she took another sip, I noticed that her forearm seemed to be brushing against her chest.  It looked to me as if she was deliberately rubbing her nipple through her robe.

I glanced at Lauren. She winked at me. I visualized the attractive blonde opening her robe and dropping it to the floor, letting me see her breasts and her pussy. I looked at Kelsey again, thinking the same thing about her.

Without meaning to, I brought my legs together, clenching my thighs, stimulating my clit. It was unconscious, automatic, a reflex reaction to strong sexual desire.

“Mmmm,” Kelsey sighed, licking her lips as she set the teacup down. It might have been that she was simply enjoying the beverage, but I didn’t think so. I was pretty sure it was me she was enjoying.

Lauren put her cup down too, on the counter. She took a step toward the table, placing her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. It looked she was about to say something, but what?

My mind was racing, along with my pulse. I remembered the sexy things I’d heard the night before… and then I imagined Lauren coming over to me, taking my face in her hands, kissing me… I pictured Kelsey kneeling between my legs, eagerly pulling down my panties, nuzzling and licking my pussy… the vision seemed so real for a moment, as if it was actually happening, that I suddenly shuddered and squeezed my legs together again, even tighter than before.

“Oh my,” said Kelsey, her hand slipping inside her robe this time to fondle her breast, and then —

— a door burst open, out in the hall. We heard voices, laughter, two little girls chattering. A moment later Lindsey and Molly were in the kitchen with us, clamoring for their breakfast.

Whatever might have happened that morning between Kelsey and Lauren and me would have to happen later, if it happened at all.

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