A few days later, Claire and Leia had a day off work at the same time and decided to spend it together. After doing a little shopping and then stopping for lunch in a new little bistro café that had opened in the town centre, they headed back to Claire’s house and started up the coffee machine. The new nut roast they’d bought would take a while to percolate through the filter and fill the jug, so they spent the time talking about some school activities which were coming up.
Leia soon excused herself to go to the bathroom and headed back a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table.
“Did that bring back any nice memories for you?” enquired Claire, smiling mischievously.
Leia blushed a little. “It did, yes. It’s a really lovely bathroom, you know, Claire? In fact, your whole house is gorgeous. I’m very jealous.”
“Well, that’s what rich parents dying young will do for you, I guess,” she said with a sad smile. She hadn’t meant it quite so morosely as it came across, and Leia was afraid she’d upset her.
“Oh hon, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” she said, reaching across the corner of the large oak table and touching her arm.
“Hey, it’s fine,” said Claire. “It was a long time ago now. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so I inherited a big house – bigger than this one, actually – when I turned eighteen. I kept it on for years and only realised about a year ago that it was actually making me depressed. I mean, I remember being happy there, but everywhere I looked or went I was bombarded with memories, and it was pretty exhausting mentally. I came to the conclusion that I had to fly the old family nest and get something that was mine alone. I should let someone else make happy memories there, while Jessica and I did the same somewhere else. Then I found and fell in love with this place and, well, here we are.”
Leia tried to bend the melancholy subject to a more positive note by mentioning the beautiful fireplace and, of course, the master bedroom suite which looked like something straight from the pages of a magazine. Claire smiled, telling her that it got even better in the mornings. She usually left the curtains open at night, and there was an amazing sunrise behind the nearby hills most days.
“I bet that’s beautiful,” said Leia, imagining taking in that view while her lover slept next to her.
Claire poured the coffee and added a splash of cold water, to take the temperature down a notch and to make it just about drinkable. She handed one mug across and they each took a sip, looking out of the kitchen window at that same gorgeous view and sharing a few moments silence. Claire spoke first.
“I wish you could stay here.”
“I do too babe, but I’ve got to pick Molly up later from her swimming lesson.”
“No. I mean, I wish you could stay here. You and Molly. In this house.”
“Claire!”
“Well, your place is lovely and I’ve had some lovely times and…well, some amazing times, actually, but I hate it when I have to leave. I wish you could stay here. With me. With us.”
“Claire, that’s an incredibly lovely thing to say, but what about Jessica? I know that she and Molly get along really well, but… even ignoring you and I being together, you know there are things that Jess doesn’t know, and I’m not sure how we could keep that secret.”
Claire looked down at the softly steaming mug on the table in front of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
Leia looked at her friend, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Are you saying… wait, are you saying you don’t mind her knowing about the two of us? Or you don’t mind her knowing about the three of us?”
“Well, you, me and Molly is a different thing altogether, but I don’t think it’s fair to try hide the truth about you and me. Maybe I should… oh, I don’t know.”
It was Leia’s turn to pause. “Claire, I’m not sure that she isn’t more clued-in than you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Molly said that Jessica kissed her a little while back, and she really knew what she was doing, apparently.”
Claire leaned forward, fascinated. “Really?”
“She’s been taught by another of her friends – Katy was it? – who learnt it from her big sister.”
“Wow! Katy and Jane? Those little minxes,” said Claire, taking a moment to picture each of the couples kissing.
“So I don’t think that you and I getting together would be too big a wrench for her, to be honest. As to her… getting involved? Maybe things are more advanced than we know between them. Who knows – maybe we’ll catch them in the act some time?”
“Oh! Imagine that…..” said Claire. She paused for a few moments before trying to turn the conversation back to the matter in hand. “I suppose if she’s okay with you and me, then…”
“Then yes, Claire. I’d love to move in with you,” said Leia, beaming as she leaned over to kiss her.
*****
Leia had another couple of months lease on her rented house, so it gave them a little time to arrange everything. They all started staying at Claire’s house more often, with the girls both sharing Jessica’s double bed while Leia slept with Claire.
Claire spent days trying to decide on precisely how she’d tell her daughter she was in a relationship with Leia. Eventually, she waited for a quiet evening dinner with just the two of them to lay it all out in the open.
She couldn’t remember ever being quite as nervous while they ate, and the meal seemed to finish in just a few minutes. As they were clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, Claire said she had something she wanted to talk about. She told Jessica about the two of them and waited for her daughter’s reaction; it was one Claire hadn’t anticipated.
“I know, Mum,” said Jessica, nonchalantly. “Molly mentioned it to me last week, but it’s pretty obvious you two have been together for a while.”
“Jess! You absolute rat!” she said, taken aback but with a huge smile on her face. She reached across to pick up some balled up socks from the clean laundry basket and started playfully throwing them at her daughter. Both were shrieking with laughter now. “I spent ages trying to work out how to tell you, and you already bloody know! For days, that’s worried me!”
Jess was feeling particularly mischievous now, standing behind the kitchen door and using it as a barrier from the sock barrage.
“You and Leia? Oh my goodness!” she said in mock outrage. “So that’ll explain the noises from your room sometimes,” said Jess, pretending that she’d only just realised what was going on. She’d stuck her head out from behind the door while Claire bent to pick up the rebounded sock balls. “There’s silly old me thinking you were doing hot yoga together in your room after bedtime. Well, you were, kinda,” she said, grinning widely.
“Jessica!” Claire said, giggling. She threw one more sock ball and it whizzed past her daughter’s head, missing by a fraction.
“Okay, okay, I give in,” said Jessica, a happy smile on her face.
Claire returned her smiles, then returned the socks to the laundry basket to be put away later. Her daughter came in for a quick cuddle.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Claire asked softly.
“Yeah, of course, Mum. Were you scared to ask me because Leia’s a woman?”
“Well, yes,” said Claire, “I suppose that’s mainly it.”
“Mum, get with the times!” Jessica said, smiling. “It’s not last century anymore – people can love who they want. Besides, Leia’s smart and funny and pretty, and if she makes you happy then that makes me happy too. Oh, hey! Are they moving in with us? Because if that’s the case, then that’d be cool, but I think Molly should have her own room.”
Claire was again taken aback at how her brilliant daughter was handling this. “That’s a good idea,” she said, smiling. “Love you, peanut,” she added, kissing the top of her daughter’s head.
Jessica looked up at her mum, stood on tiptoes and kissed her square on the lips, a quick peck. “Love you too. Do you want to play on the console for a bit and you can see how fantastic I am at that as well?” she said with a cheeky grin, before leading them into the front room. They played together on one of Jessica’s favourite games for a while, then Claire got up to make a cup of tea for them both, their last before bed.
She’d been distracted somewhat by the game and so hadn’t had the time to think about what had just happened until a quiet moment like now; her thoughts turned to the kiss they’d just shared. Jess never normally kissed her on the lips like that, and while it seemed quite an asexual, natural thing to do, Claire couldn’t help replaying it in her mind. Maybe now that Jess and Molly were kissing each other, she was experimenting a little.
But if that’s so, is Jessica experimenting with me now?
Claire twisted and turned ideas back and forth in her mind, trying to work out just how platonic the kiss was. She stirred the tea for a long time before suddenly coming back to the present. She looked down and smiled to herself, realising the drinks were probably getting cold by now, so she started over again.
The idea of her little girl kissing her turned her on incredibly – she’d fantasised about it many times — but she was sure there was nothing in that particular kiss. Was there? She re-made the teas with these ideas flip-flopping in her mind, then returned to her daughter without fully coming to a conclusion.
After she’d put the mugs down, Jessica handed the controller to her mum and thanked her for the drink. No such conundrums were racing around her mind. While Claire had been making the tea, she’d messaged Molly on her phone.
Dare completed. Kissed on the lips. Winner! Your go, truth or dare?
*****
Two days later, Leia and her nine-year-old daughter Molly were staying over at Claire’s house again.
Jessica was away at her dad’s, so the three of them settled in for the evening, deciding to cook an Indian meal together. They sat at Claire’s big dining table and ate as a little family with a range of small dishes laid out before them where they could help themselves.
As they ate, they were talking about a television show they’d watched earlier that evening, but just in the middle of a sentence, a large dollop of sauce dropped from Leia’s paratha bread and fell onto her new jumper.
After trying to dab off the worst of the sauce with kitchen towels, Leia quickly realised that it had to be washed – and quickly – or it would stain. She quickly peeled it off and walked to the washing machine, while the other two stayed at the table. Leia filled the sink with warm water and ran the stained area under the tap for a little while. Once thoroughly wet, she massaged some washing liquid into the whole area before leaving it to soak and returning to her meal.
When they finished eating, Claire asked Molly to fetch the dirty laundry basket from the utility room and bring it to the washing machine. She changed the settings to wool and pulled out everything woollen from the basket, then started loading the clothes in. Meanwhile, Molly and Leia filled the dishwasher with the dishes and cutlery from their meal.
Both machines fully loaded now, Claire closed the washer up, but was a little too firm in shutting the door. The bottle of washing liquid had been balanced on the edge of the machine, and all three of them watched as it seemed to wobble in slow motion before tipping over the edge, spilling the contents all over the floor.
Much to her relief, Molly was excused, and made her way up to bed while the two women cleared up the kitchen together.
Leia stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes and scouring various pots and pans that were too large for the dishwasher. At the same time, Claire got on her hands and knees behind her with copious amounts of kitchen roll, trying to mop up all of the spillage. After towelling most of the floor, she folded one last piece of towel so it was over her finger, then ran it underneath the washing machine, trying to clear up as much of the gloopy liquid as she could reach.
As she knelt close to the floor, she happened to glance up at Leia who was still talking about the TV show they’d watched earlier. Claire paused for a moment, just gazing at her – this amazing woman doing the housework in just her bra and still looking impossibly beautiful. There was something so down to earth and yet so glamorous about how Leia looked. Claire’s usual feelings of love were quickly overtaken by the hunger of lust.
She threw the soaked kitchen roll in the bin, then crawled over behind the sultry brunette, wanting to be close to her. She knelt directly behind her, stretching both arms past Leia’s legs and placing her palms flat against the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink, pinning her in position. Claire closed her eyes and gently leant forward to nuzzle into Leia’s thighs and bottom — first, with the top of her head, and soon after her face.
“Well, hello,” said Leia, looking down and to the left as she felt Claire’s face rubbing against her ass. She stopped what she was doing and dried her hands on a nearby towel, doing nothing to discourage her lover’s affections. She tried to look down over her shoulder to see Claire’s bright blue eyes looking up at her from the floor but couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, she wriggled herself around on the spot. Leia felt gentle fingertips on her ankles now and smiled again as Claire gently fell forward, pressing her face directly against her sex. Leia could feel the hot breath through her clothing, and it gave her shivers.
“You look so little, knelt down there like that,” said Leia.
It was meant to be a simple observation of the taller blonde, but Leia spotted how Claire froze momentarily as she spoke. She realised exactly what Claire was in the mood for.
“Okay, babe,” she said with a sultry smile, “let’s finish clearing the kitchen and then head up to bed, shall we? We can clean the rest of downstairs tomorrow morning.”
Claire smiled and nodded as Leia helped her to her feet. Both completed their nightly routines and met back in bed — their bed. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Leia found herself spooning Claire, her arm wrapped around her body and simply holding her breast. She noticed how the blonde’s conversation was still lively, and understood that Claire wasn’t sleepy. Neither was she.
“So, I saw you tonight,” said Leia.
“What do you mean?”
“When I stood in the kitchen with your warm breath on my pussy, I happened to mention that you looked so little, and then you froze for a moment. I could tell by your eyes what that did to your clit. You’d rather like me to talk about that; am I right?”
“Maybe…” Claire said simply.
“Okay,” said Leia, “you’d like me to talk about sex with a little girl? Would you, you nasty slut? I can do that.”
She could also reach the beautiful blonde’s pussy from this position, but for the time being focused on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she started to talk dirty to her friend.
“I thought I’d tell you about Molly’s first time tonight. Would you like that?”
Claire’s excitement jumped. She had purposely never brought up the subject again since asking that question previously, and she’d often wondered the sordid story behind it; now she was going to find out.
“Please, yes.”
“Ah, a little tale of lesbian incest with my own underage daughter – that’s what you want, is it?” Claire nodded silently, with both her mind and body very much alive.
“Well then. It’s strange, actually — it was at another barbecue at another friend’s house. There were about twenty or thirty people there, we were all having a good time, and my Molly, my gorgeous little daughter was off playing with some of the other kids in the garden. I’d had a few glasses of wine and was chatting away with some of the other guests.
“As the afternoon wore on, one of them took a shine to me and she started bringing over Tequila shots. It was cute and she was very pretty and I’ll admit, I got quite excited and imagined kissing her as we drank together.
“Suddenly it starts raining, and within a couple of minutes it was coming down really HARD,” she said as she squeezed Claire’s breast and nipple from behind, making her yelp quietly into the pillow. Leia’s hand started to roam further as she continued her story.
“This was a storm that would last all night. We all went running for cover, and obviously the barbeque was washed out so everyone headed home, including Molly and me. It was still early evening and we watched a couple of things on TV, but she went to bed before too long. I had another drink and watched the first half of a movie, hoping it would get naughty but it never did, so I went to bed as well.
“I was twisting and turning for a while, trying to get to sleep, but I was….” Leia paused as her fingertips glanced over Claire’s pussy lips before saying in a long, slow drawl, “fucking horny.”
Claire moaned into the pillow. She didn’t know how this story went but she knew how it would end. Coupled with Leia’s breathy voice in her ear, her body was very much responding.
As Leia’s fingers found Claire’s wetness, she continued her story.
“So, I needed to get myself off. I took out my laptop and my little silver clit stimulator toy and found the… special video I had at the time. It was a woman and supposedly her daughter, maybe eight or nine years old. The mum asked this girl to lick her pussy, and it was getting me really hot watching them with each other. I was going to town on my clit when I heard a huge bang from close outside. Ahhh, now you weren’t expecting that, were you?” said Leia grinning.
“I paused the video, turned my toy off and ran to the window, scared out of my wits, but I could see the security lights hadn’t come on, so I knew there was no-one out there. Then it banged again and I realised what it was – the side gate had blown open in the storm’s wind and it was just flapping about.”
“I quickly got my dressing gown on and went downstairs. I went outside and tied it up with some garden twine to stop it banging, then went back in and locked up again. I crept upstairs and turned the lights off before going back into my room.
“There on the bed, playing the video and holding the toy against her slit is my little girl Molly, completely naked.”
A sharp intake of breath from Claire.
“She’d been woken by the bang and saw me go downstairs, then came to wait for me in my room. She’d then seen the image on the laptop of this totally naked woman and girl, and hit play. I’m outside getting scratched fingers from the metal-cored twine, and my little girl is watching some very questionable activity on my laptop.”
Leia’s fingers were getting faster and harder between Claire’s thighs now as she reached the crescendo of the story.
“When I’d left the video, it had the little girl eating her pussy but after that, the woman had pulled out a dildo and started to fuck her with it. Molly had watched closely, and was trying to copy what was going on. It was un-fucking-believable. You know that I like little girls, and you know I was just watching one on my video. I’d had hours of feeling ridiculously horny with this sexy little redhead at the barbeque, and now, here’s my own daughter, naked on my bed and looking up at me with my dildo pressed to her little cunny.”
Claire’s whole body started to wind as those fingers went deep into her. She reached down and grabbed Leia’s wrist to try and pull more of her inside.
“I couldn’t stop watching her as she played with this toy. She could see I wasn’t mad, so she asked me how to use it.
“I was getting so fucking turned on I was almost delirious. I couldn’t resist. I knew I shouldn’t, but Molly was really enjoying it and had such a look of pleasure on her face that I couldn’t stop her. I slowly got on the bed with her and thought to myself, Okay, take the toy from her and just show her what it’s for, but that’s it. Nothing more.
“I flicked the switch, explaining what was happening as I went. I touched it to her hand, first of all, until she was used to the vibration, then on her thigh. She said she didn’t mind it, and then spread her legs a little more, just like the girl on the computer. I looked at her encouraging me, and that’s when I somehow decided that it was no different from pressing it against her arm, really. So I took the toy,” Claire’s breath held, “and pressed it against her clit.
“She went wild for it and asked me to keep doing that. I was going crazy myself, and was desperately moving my hips to try to scratch my own itch, but it was no good. She looked up at me and said ‘That’s so nice, Mummy.’ I realised I was starting to talk dirty to her, and she likes it as much as you do. ‘You like that, baby? Is that nice? Is Mummy making your pussy feel good?’ – all that kind of naughty talk.
“I had to reach down and play with myself, kind of secretly so she didn’t get distracted. I was running this slowly up and down Molly’s slit and seeing the reaction it gave her, and I was going crazy.
“So I was looking at my little girl, and she was smiling and softly moaning as I used my toy on her. I was fascinated by her little slit, and I just couldn’t resist any longer. I asked if Mummy could make her feel really good and she said yes. That was it — before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward, took in a big breath of her scent, and then slowly… I ran my tongue over my little girl’s cunt.”
Claire came hard, bucking against the fingers inside her and moaning loudly into the pillow.
Leia waited as she recovered, retelling little snippets of the story as if they were echoes bouncing around in Claire’s mind. Gradually she came back to near normal, but Leia wasn’t done. After Claire’s initial pussy-grasping orgasm had released her fingers and subsided, Leia switched her attention to other parts and instead started pinching and pulling on her pussy lips while she continued the story.
“There I was, licking her little cunt and it was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I’d ever done. Her tight little pussy. Her little underage cunt in my mouth. We even kissed a little bit as well before she asked me to carry on. She wanted more, the little slut. I of course obliged, but after a while I was so turned on that I asked her if she’d like to do the same to Mummy.”
Leia’s fingers were back around Claire’s clit now and she could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching.
“She couldn’t wait to try, and so I laid back on the bed. The next thing I knew, my little Molly, my darling little girl, was eating her nasty, slut mummy’s cunt. I couldn’t believe it — I was so fucking horny. I looked over into a mirror in the room and I could see our reflections in the mirror of my little girl between her mummy’s legs. The size difference between us, oh my fucking days — I nearly came from that alone. I fucking squirted everywhere. I’d warned her it might happen as I was teaching her, and she took it like a pro — all over her face, all in her mouth, everything — she lapped it up.”
Claire was now verging on another climax.
“We did all sorts that night — everything, pretty much.”
Leia’s fingers were dancing over Claire’s clit now, and she was close to making them both cum together. Their breathing changed and not a word was spoken for a good thirty seconds. Leia was going to make Claire ask.
She rolled on to her back, allowing Claire to do the same so they were lying side by side and each masturbating hard. They were staring at each other intensely as their hands flew over their own clits. They were both edging themselves, delaying as long as they could ahead of the very answer which they both knew would finish them off.
Claire finally gave in — and in a breathless whisper, she asked the question Leia knew she’d wanted the answer to all along: “How old?”
“She was four.”
Claire had the deepest orgasm she’d ever had in her life; she didn’t even notice Leia bucking hard next to her as the bed shook in time with their convulsions.
Carry on to Chapter Five!