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.

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