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Knuckle Ridge, Chapter 1

  • Posted on August 25, 2020 at 3:21 pm

Note from JetBoy: This nine-chapter novel is a sequel of sorts to “Tears of the Sun,” by Purple Les, which introduced her character The Tequila Kid, a young lesbian who works for the Texas Rangers. It’s not absolutely necessary to have read that one first, but doing so will enhance your appreciation of this story. Be warned, however, that there are some spoilers in the new story that give away plot developments of the older one.

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Thanks to JetBoy.

More than just my editor (to me and so many others), but my sounding board as well. Even, I dare say, a friend. I love that he can suggest that naming a lawman in my story Marshall Tucker might not be a good choice, as it’s already the name of a rock band. Who knew? Well, JetBoy did. We’ve made each other look at, discuss, and learn the oddest things from the history of the West, and I love doing that. The give and take we’ve exchanged over many different points in each chapter makes for a better story, I hope. I know it’s making me a better writer.

 

by Purple Les

For PoppaBear

The Tequila Kid sat in the saddle, idly rolling a cigarette. Button, her Appaloosa mare, waited patiently, enjoying the shade cast by the row of cottonwood trees where they’d stopped to rest. In the shadows, the horse’s coloring — white, with dark spots — made her difficult to perceive through the dappled sunlight.

The Kid’s eyes were fixed farther down the hill, on the well-traveled road that led to Knuckle Ridge. At the very foot of the hill, another row of cottonwoods stood proudly on the other side of the road. It left a line of shade for a small stretch before the road was fully exposed to the heat of the mid-morning sun.

“Well, girl,” The Kid murmured as she patted the horse’s neck, “I reckon this is as close to a home as I got for now. My Ranger pay should be waitin’ at the bank for me, and we’ll live easy for a spell. You’ll be restin’ up to the livery stable while we’re in Knuckle Ridge. And I’ll be stayin’ with Ann.” The Kid finished with a smile as she flicked a match head alive with her thumbnail, lighting her smoke.

***

Ann was the name that most folks knew her by, but her full moniker was Andromeda Henrietta Purdy. Ann’s parents had been rather advanced in years when they married, and even older when their daughter was born.

Andromeda’s mother had been a nurse, her father an astronomer. They’d come from Philadelphia to the West, seeking clear skies. Knuckle Ridge was where they settled on their way to Wyoming.

Knuckle Ridge got its name from the four fair-sized hills, clumped together so tightly that they resembled the knuckles on a fist. The town was located some seventy or so miles southwest of Austin. The railroad line had a spur that ran from the main track into town. The train came into town once a week, every Friday afternoon at three o’clock, and left every Saturday morning at seven or eight, depending on the amount of livestock or crops that were taken on. The only other transportation in or out was by horseback, or a stagecoach line that came through twice daily.

It was a peaceful town by any standard, clean and prosperous, ideal for Easterners like Franklin and Abigail Purdy, with a hill for Franklin to set up a telescope, so he could study the stars.

The main reason they chose to stay, however, was that Abigail found herself three months pregnant during their journey, and Knuckle Ridge seemed like a fine spot to raise a child.

When the baby arrived, the child was so beautiful that Franklin could think of no better name for her than Andromeda, after the spiral galaxy that was, to him, the loveliest sight in the heavens. Henrietta was for the midwife who had delivered the baby.

Andromeda grew up happy, healthy and bright, a girl who devoured books nearly as fast as she could lay hands on them. Despite her considerable intelligence, she was down to earth in most ways and kind and helpful to her neighbors.

Now twenty-eight, her parents had been dead for seven years. She had known the Tequila Kid for two.

At twenty, Ann had established a library in Knuckle Ridge that she ran. At twenty-four, she took in a ten-year-old orphan boy named Freddie, who was now fourteen. A handsome and pleasant lad, he slept in a spare room at the library, and helped Ann to run it. Freddie also worked for Smitty S. Jones, who owned the town’s newspaper, The Knuckle Ridge Clarion, that came out every two weeks. Between these two enterprises, Freddie had become very literate, a voracious reader like Ann.

Andromeda lived alone in her parents’ house. Her main pastime was hunting out dinosaur bones and fossils. She sold these to museums and universities around the world. The study of dinosaurs was a rapidly growing discipline, and scientists everywhere were clamoring for their remains. Andromeda’s biggest buyer was Edward Drinker Cope, who was consistently pleased by the large variety of fossils, footprints, and bones that Andromeda unearthed and shipped to him.

Andromeda loved roaming the hills and flatlands around Knuckle Ridge, seeking out these ancient relics. That was how she’d met The Tequila Kid.

Ann had been unearthing a large dinosaur skull, whisking the dust from around the piece with a soft-bristled brush when The Kid happened to ride up. Engrossed in her work, she failed to notice the approach of The Kid, who paused to watch, fascinated by the sight of the huge skull.

When The Kid’s horse gently nickered, Andromeda glanced upward. “Oh, hello there! I didn’t hear you ride up,” she said to the stranger, shading her bright hazel eyes from the sun glaring down from behind the rider.

The Kid dismounted from her big bay horse Buttercup, then squatted by the hole, looking down at this auburn-haired woman of medium build and height. The woman’s shape was a pleasure for The Kid to behold, and she felt a familiar stirring between her legs.

“You see,” Andromeda explained, “I’m excavating this dinosaur bone and didn’t hear you approach.”

The Kid responded with, “What’s a dinosaur?”

“Well, it’s a sort of a giant lizard, I suppose you could say. They used to roam the earth in vast quantities.” Frowning slightly, Andromeda studied the skull before her. “This is from the early Permian period, I’m guessing. It’s a very long time ago,” she added, noticing the totally mystified look on the pretty young face looking down at her. Still gazing with interest into those sky blue eyes staring at her, Andromeda continued.  “You see, Texas used to be an ocean. It’s rich in fossilized sea life.”

“Shucks, now,” The Kid answered. “Miss, you might of been out in the sun too long.”

“If you don’t mind coming down here to help me, I could explain it to you better,” Andromeda was surprised to hear herself say.

The Kid slowly nodded. “All right. Just let me fix my horse over by yours, and I’ll be right down.”

While she tied up Buttercup near the other horse attached to a buckboard wagon, The Kid thought, She’s a real nice kind of pretty. Don’t understand what she’s talking about, but I sure do love listening to her. Can’t think of no better way to spend the rest of the day than in a hole with this gal.

Andromeda peered from the top of the hole, her interest growing as she watched this girl, who was dressed like a man and wearing guns.

The Kid walked back over and carefully climbed down into the hole with this equally fascinating woman. While Ann shared her knowledge, she had The Kid help her hoist up the gigantic skull and put it in her wagon.

After that, it seemed completely natural to bring The Kid home with her to clean up and join her for supper.  The Kid was only too happy to accept, and rode Buttercup behind Andromeda’s wagon back into town.

Andromeda had barely paused to draw breath since The Kid rode up on her horse. And though she understood next to nothing that Ann was talking about, The Kid was spellbound by the flood of information that spilled from her lovely looking mouth. Actually, everything about Ann was lovely. She had lengthy auburn hair and large almond-shaped hazel eyes, framed by long dark eyelashes. Her nose was straight and narrow.

The Kid loved Andromeda’s smile, with a slight overbite and a small gap between her two front teeth, a tiny flaw that accented the rest of the young woman‘s features. It made The Kid think of a cute bunny rabbit.

At five feet four, Ann was shorter than The Kid. Her figure was strong, yet soft, ample and feminine, with generous breasts and a shapely ass.

That night, as they finished eating, Ann looked across the candlelit table at the younger woman. “I must say, you are wonderful company… the time has simply flown by. I don’t even believe I got your name, we’ve been talking so much.”

The Kid couldn’t help but smile. So far, just about the only words she’d spoken had been hours ago. The last thing she remembered saying to Andromeda was, ‘Thanks for offerin’ me your hospitality, ma’am. I’ll follow you back to your place on Buttercup, here.’

The Kid extended her hand and said, “I’m the Tequila Kid. My friends just call me Kid.”

Ann took the firm hand in her smaller one and said, “I’m Andromeda Purdy. My friends just call me Ann.” They both smiled and their eyes locked.

The Kid said, “I’m right pleased to meet you, Ann.” Neither woman released the other’s hand.

Still holding Ann’s hand, The Kid said, “I reckon I best find me a place to spend the night. Thanks for learnin’ me so much ‘bout those dinosaurs of yours.”

Ann gripped The Kid’s hand harder at the thought of her new friend leaving. “Why, I can’t let you wander into the night like that! You will spend the night here, most certainly.”

The Kid leaned toward Ann. “I don’t want to put you out none.” Their gaze remained unbroken.

“I have a very large bed,” Ann stated. “We could continue our conversation there.”

“Well, I reckon I’d like that just fine,” The Kid answered, smiling.

Moments later, The Kid followed Ann up the stairs to her bedroom.

“I have a nightgown you could borrow,” Ann suggested as she lit the oil lamp on her dresser.

“To be honest, if you don’t mind, I prefer to sleep with nothin’ on,” The Kid said.

Ann smiled. “I like to sleep nude on nights like this myself.”

“You mean warm nights?” The Kid asked, “Or nights when you got a girl to share your bed with?”

“I am almost ten years older than you, Kid,” Ann said, suddenly feeling shy. “I feel that I might be taking advantage of you here.”

The Kid began to undress. “I been with gals from age fifty-seven to seven. You can take as much advantage of me as you want, Ann.”

They both removed the last of their clothing and looked each other up and down. They moved closer, then gently kissed, pressing their naked bodies together as their hands began to explore.

Ann timidly asked, “You’ve really made love to a seven-year-old girl?”

Gently placing a hand on Ann’s sex, The Kid felt how wet her new partner was. “You like younger women? Around my age… or less, even?”

Ann let out a soft moan, nodding her head.

“Let’s lay down and talk about it,” The Kid suggested.

Talk they did, and much else besides. The Kid had more stories to share about her experiences with other females than Ann did. But Ann’s knowledge of lesbian lovemaking kept The Kid spellbound.

The two women, seemingly so different on the surface, became fast friends. They also became lovers. The Kid soon came to think of Knuckle Ridge as her home base. Though she’d cover the length and breadth of the territory for the Texas Rangers, Knuckle Ridge is where she always returned, at least until she was off again on another assignment. Ann was the reason she always came back.

Ann was happy with where she was and what she did. It didn’t bother her that The Kid was so often away on some mission for the law, as she always did return. Andromeda often felt as though The Kid had just left before she was back again, though the time in between was sometimes weeks or months.

Andromeda was like her late father, so caught up in her work that nearly everything else was just a distraction from her archeology and library. Still, she adored The Kid, and showered the young woman with love and passion whenever she was around.

***

“It’s only about ten miles to town, Button,” The Kid told her horse as she broke apart the butt of her smoked down cigarette. “We’ll have us a nice slow ride in. I’ll get you settled at the livery. Then I’ll get me a bath. I’ll put on some fresh duds and head over to Ann’s.

“You’ll like Ann. She’s sweet on horses. She’s got one that pulls her wagon, called Pegasus. Named after a flying horse, if that don’t beat all.”

The Kid’s thoughts were broken by a fast moving cloud of dust.

“Huh. The stage is sure comin’ in faster than normal,” The Kid mumbled, more to herself than to Button.

As the stagecoach came closer on the road below them, The Kid was alarmed to see that there was no driver. The team of horses pulling the stage was running wild!

Springing into action, she kicked her heels into Button’s haunches and yelled, “Hyah!”

The Kid had Button at full gallop down the hill at an angle, headed for the road. The horse had her neck stretched out in front, her black mane and tail flying out straight behind as she galloped fiercely.

Button hit the road twenty yards behind the speeding stagecoach, the mare’s hooves more off the ground than on as she thundered through the clouds of dust cast up by the horses and stagecoach ahead of her.

The Kid’s heart sank as she realized that in moments, the horses would be running off the road and into a strip of grass that lay mere feet before a steep drop off on the hill. Even if the horses managed to turn aside in time, the stage could go flying over the edge, pulling the horses down with it.

The Kid leaned forward, put a hand to her Appaloosa’s neck and urged, “Go, girl, go!”

Button’s response was to turn her ears back, thrust her nose out even further, and pick up speed. Soon, they began to gain on the stagecoach. When Button pulled even with the stage, The Kid looked over and saw passengers through the windows, holding each other tightly and screaming in terror.

Whipping the reins from side to side on Button’s shoulders, The Kid pulled up even to the team of horses, holding Button steady with the lead horse on the right.

They were all off the road now, hurtling forward through the grass. The stage bounced on the rough turf, threatening to flip over with each jolt. First the wheels on one side were off the ground, then the other. Them folks inside must be gettin’ shook up like dice in a cup, The Kid thought.

She urged Button on, and the Appaloosa gave her heart to the task, stretching her long legs almost straight out ahead. She managed to get just a little ahead of the lead horses, and The Kid kept her there.

With hooves thundering, The Kid could just see the edge of the cliff as she held onto the reins and saddle horn with one hand, easing her feet out of the stirrups. Slowly she got into a crouch, resting her free hand on the back of the saddle, then leapt off into space.

With legs spread and arms extended, her heart in her throat, The Kid just managed to land on the rump of the front lead horse. Frantically pulling herself forward, she fought to secure her position on the horse, snatching at the reins, then gripping them tightly.

She reached over to grab the reins of the other lead horse, nearly losing her balance and falling in the process — but somehow, she managed to hang on.

The Kid jerked hard at the reins as she urged the horse she sat on to slow down. “Whoa now, girl, whoa now.”

The team came to a slow stop and shook their heads with nostrils flaring, pawing the ground near the edge of the drop off. The Kid dismounted, calming the horses by talking softly and patting them. She slowly led the team back up to the road. As the wheels of the stagecoach turned, they sent chunks of turf and small rocks over the edge of the cliff before getting back onto solid ground.

When they reached the road, The Kid clambered up on the stage box and put the brake on. As she did, a groan came from the floor.

The Kid looked down and saw a large man in his twenties, a man she knew. Her face went white as she saw the gaping wound in his chest.

“Hey there, Bob,” The Kid murmured, kneeling by the man’s side. Though her heart was pounding wildly, she kept her voice low and soothing, hoping to keep him calm. “Get into a little scrape, did you?” Glancing around, she saw that Bob was alone. “Where’s Roy at?”

Bob coughed up some blood before saying, “Roy… Roy g-got his head shot off a ways back.”

The Kid winced. Shit. “You rest easy for a minute there, Bob. I won’t go far.”

Jumping down from the box, The Kid took hold of the stage door. The rough ride had caused it to stick, but she braced a boot against the side of the coach and yanked it open, the door pulling from the buckled frame with a splintering sound. The shaken passengers slowly began to emerge, and The Kid helped them down one by one. There was an elegantly-dressed lady, followed by a modestly dressed woman, a man in a fancy suit, and lastly a girl, about eleven or so.

“If you folks is all right, I got to take care of the driver up there. Mister, could you help me get him down?”

The man nodded brusquely. He was around thirty years old and looked like some kind of dandy, though the wild ride he’d just been on had taken a good bit of the starch out of his collar. He was taller than The Kid’s five feet nine inches and seemed to be very fit.

Climbing up to the stage box, the two of them managed to get Bob down to the ground without jostling him too much.

The Kid gave a sharp whistle, and Button came to her. Handing her canteen to the man, she said, “Give him some water. Just a few swallows, mind.” She rummaged in one of her saddle bags, taking out a few clean rags and her herb pouch.

“We need to be on our way,” the well-dressed woman demanded.

Slowly turning, The Kid looked her in the eye and murmured low, so the wounded man wouldn’t hear, “Fact is, we do. But these horses is lathered up and need to catch their breath. Meantime, I need to try to stop this leak in Bob’s chest. He’s apt to die otherwise.”

Everyone looked at the man on the ground, who was bleeding heavily, gasping for air.

“While I do that, why don’t you all take some water from that bag hanging there, and thank whoever you worship that you’re alive to do that much.” Turning back to Bob, The Kid brushed past the lady, giving her a slight nudge out of her way.

“Well now, I seen worse, Bob,” The Kid calmly lied as she hunkered down by the man. Taking hold of the  blood-drenched shirt, she carefully ripped it away.

The well-dressed man turned away with a sickened look on his face as he saw the gaping hole in Bob’s chest.

The Kid sprinkled some herbs on the wound, put a rag over the hole, then wrapped the other rags around Bob’s chest. The bullet hadn’t gone through him, even though it had been fired at close range. The Kid put a different herb in Bob’s mouth and gave him some more water to wash it down.

The Kid and the dandy, the girl and the modestly dressed woman got Bob on to the floor of the stagecoach. The woman knelt on the floor and cradled Bob’s head in her lap, trying to comfort him. Taking a handkerchief from the pocket of her plain gingham dress, she mopped the sweat from the wounded man’s face.

Stepping out of the stage, The Kid said, “We’ll head into Knuckle Ridge now.”

Still standing on the ground the little girl looked sick to her stomach. She looked up at The Kid. “Please, Miss. May I ride up t-top with you? I…” She fell silent, unable to say more.

“Why, sure you can, little missy.” The Kid knew full well that this child shouldn’t be riding with a dying man.

The elegantly-dressed lady swept into the coach without a word. The man in the fancy suit followed, pausing to give The Kid a shaky bow.

The Kid closed the stage door, then lifted the girl up to the box. Reaching for Button’s reins, The Kid tied her horse to the back of the stage, then climbed up to join the girl. She took the brake off, then urged the horses forward, guiding them down the road at a safe but moderate pace.

The Kid glanced at the girl next to her. The child’s face was pale, no doubt in shock from what had happened, but she would have been fair anyway. She had soft blue eyes and dark hair and eyebrows. The girl’s long eyelashes were wet from the tears she’d shed.

She was dressed in what looked like black servant’s clothes with a matching bonnet on her head. Her face was narrow but pretty with high cheekbones and full red lips. A sprinkle of freckles across her small upturned nose offset the girl’s sorrowful expression.

“I’m the Tequila Kid. What’s your handle, pardner?”

The girl looked confused for a moment, then answered, “M-my name’s Gracie.”

Trying not to be rude, she kept stealing glances at The Kid, who was like no one she’d ever met before — a tall woman dressed like a man, packing a pair of six-shooters. Gracie decided that The Kid was pretty, with rusty red hair braided on both sides, bright blue eyes and a pleasant face. She wasn’t sure about the dark blue lines on and around the woman’s chin, though.

The Kid studied this pretty young girl with interest. “Pardon me for sayin’ so, Gracie, but you don’t sound like you’re from these parts.”

“No, Miss, I’m not.”

The Kid remained silent for a moment, then said, “Can you tell me anything ‘bout what happened?”

“Um… two men with their faces all c-covered rode up to the carriage and made it stop. They…” The child struggled with the words. “They shot both men on top… then d-dropped a metal box down from up there. I suppose they took that with them. Then something happened — I don’t know what it was, just that the, the horses, they started to run wild.” The young girl shivered. “I was t-terrified.”

“Mm.” The Kid clenched her jaw, trying to conceal her anger.

“But you saved our lives,” Gracie said. With a strained smile, she added, “I can’t thank you enough, Miss Kid.”

The Kid noticed that the girl’s hands were shaking. Holding the reins with one hand, she gave Gracie’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, then took the reins in both hands again.

They rode in silence for a while, until Gracie said, “We’re from Great Britain.”

“England, that is? Why, that’s a pretty far piece you traveled. You all from there, or just you and your ma?”

“I am the maid for Lady Jane Wyeth-Boton.” She stared down at her quivering hands, her voice low. “I have no parents or family. I serve my lady.”

“She the one dressed to the nines, told me to get a move on?”

“Yes, Miss Kid.”

“You know any of them others?”

“The gentleman is Count Cousiourac. He is French, and traveling with my lady. The other woman’s name is Molly, um… Molly Hardy, that’s it. She comes from Oklahoma.”

“What’s it mean, you’re the lady’s maid?”

“I take care of my lady’s needs, Miss. I look after her clothes and belongings. Serve her tea, take care of her baggage, do whatever she needs to have done.”

“Don’t seem like that leaves you much time for bein’ a little girl.”

Gracie frowned. “I am thirteen, not a little girl.”

The Kid took her eyes from the road to study her passenger. “You look more like ten to me.”

Gracie looked at The Kid, then back at the road. With a sigh, she said, “I will be twelve years old in four months.”

They rode on in silence. Soon The Kid saw Knuckle Ridge up ahead, and slowed the stage down as they reached the edge of the town. Bringing the horses to a stop in front of the doctor’s house, The Kid got the attention of some men standing nearby. “Give us a hand?” she called. “Got a man here who’s been shot.”

One of the men ran for the sheriff, while the others carefully unloaded Bob and carried him inside. Doctor Jed Johnson was out delivering a baby, but his wife and nurse Alice was there. She had them put Bob on the operating table and began to study his wound, then carefully cleaned it.

After making the patient as comfortable as she was able, Alice Johnson began to arrange the instruments so that her husband could extract the bullet as soon as he returned. One of the bystanders had gone to fetch him back.

Having done what she could for Bob, The Kid took the passengers and stage to the middle of town, where the coach station was. Sheriff Gus Masters was waiting for it. He helped the passengers out.

Uncertain what to do next, the passengers stood before the five-foot, six-inch Sheriff Masters. Clean-shaven and wearing a black suit and hat, his badge was visible on his shirt, a six-gun riding on his right hip. Aged thirty-eight, he’d been the law in Knuckle Ridge for twenty years. Though not much more than a boy when he first took the badge, Masters had proven himself time and again as a man to be reckoned with.

“Folks,” Sheriff Masters began, his almost black eyes looking each passenger up and down carefully as he spoke, “I’ll need to ask all of you some questions. First, though, I need to see the wounded man. Please settle yourselves in, and I’ll be back to talk to each of you directly.”

Sheriff Masters gave a nod to The Kid, then set out for the doctor’s house.

“The hotel is where?” Lady Jane Wyeth-Boton demanded, looking at no one.

“It’s over yonder,” The Kid said, pointing.

“Let’s go check in, Count Cousiourac,” Lady Jane said, before turning to the girl. “Gracie! Gather our baggage and bring it to the hotel. And don’t dawdle — I’ll need a change of clothes right away.”

“Yes, my lady,” Gracie said with a bow of her head and a small curtsy. The man and woman walked toward the hotel, and a large heavy set gray-haired man came barrelling out of the coach office.

“Kid! What the hell happened?”

“Easy there, Jack. There’s a woman and a girl here.”

“I beg your pardon, ladies,” Jack said, embarrassed, and bowed briefly to them. He then seized The Kid by the arm and walked her a few steps away.

Jack looked back for a moment and then, lowering his voice said, “Now tell me, damn it. What the hell happened?”

The Kid put her hand on Jack’s shoulder. “A holdup, I reckon. The stage was runnin’ wild, but I managed to stop it. Bob’s got a bad chest shot. He’s at the doc’s now with Masters. Bob told me Roy’s dead — got headshot and left behind. Looks like the bandits got away with the strongbox. The child says two men did the deed. I don’t know nothin’ else yet.”

Jack’s always red face went pale for a few moments. “Damnation! This is bad, Kid. Very bad.” Then his face turned even redder than normal.

Jack and The Kid turned as the young girl came up to them. “Begging your pardon, please, Miss Kid,” Gracie said as she bowed, then gave a brief curtsy. “My lady is wanting her luggage.”

“Sure, Gracie. I’ll get it down for you.” The Kid smiled at the girl, then looked at Jack. “Best have Freddie take care of the horses. I reckon you’ll want to see Bob while you can.”

“Thanks Kid. I’ll see you later.”

The Kid led Gracie back to the stagecoach, a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Climbing up on top of the wagon, she untied the baggage, then looked down. “Which bags is yours?”

The woman in the plain gingham dress spoke up. “Thank you kindly for your help, stranger. That carpetbag with the flowers is mine. That trunk belongs to the man. Everything else is the woman’s, I believe.”

Handing down the faded carpetbag, The Kid tipped the brim of her Stetson hat when the woman thanked her again.

The Kid lowered the heavy trunk far as she could, then let it fall to the ground with a thud. Then she dropped down the other half dozen pieces of luggage. As she climbed back down, Freddie came running up.

“Trouble, huh, Kid?” the red-headed orphan asked excitedly.

“Bad trouble, Freddie,” The Kid answered. “Can you take care of the horses? Curry ‘em and give ‘em some grain and water.”

“Sure thing, Kid,” Freddie answered as he began to unhitch the team.

“I’m Molly Hardy,” the woman said, “Thank you once more for everything. I was afraid we’d…” the woman’s voice suddenly choked off, then she regained her composure. “Might you know a good place to stay here?”

The Kid rubbed her tattooed chin for a moment as she looked at Molly. She saw a clean, modestly dressed woman about twenty-five years of age. Under her bonnet was chestnut brown hair. Her figure was average, a little on the lean side and she was maybe five foot five inches with brown eyes. Her face was unremarkable except for a small beauty mark by her lip. Not plain, not pretty, but easy to look at.

“Well, now,” The Kid began, “The Ridge Hotel is very good, but kinda pricey. There’s the Smith House, it’s cheap, but gets pretty loud and rough at times. I reckon if you’re watchin’ your budget and want to be around nice folks, your best bet is Donna Wilson’s boardin’ house, down that away.” She pointed down the street.

“Thank you, Miss… I don’t believe I got your name,” Molly said as she extended her hand.

The Kid took the hand in hers and said, “I’m the Tequila Kid. I reckon I can tell the sheriff that he can find you at the boardin’ house?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Need someone to help you with that bag?”

“No, thank you.” And with those words, Molly Hardy walked away.

The Kid turned to see Gracie trying to gather up all of Lady Wyeth-Boton’s baggage. The Kid picked up most of the suitcases while the girl struggled with the rest, and they walked together to the Ridge Hotel.

Pushing the lobby door open, The Kid held it for Gracie, who just managed to get the bags indoors before she dropped them where she stood, falling down on the largest one, where she lay catching her breath.

Setting down the rest of the suitcases, The Kid walked up to the front desk where a small dark-haired mustached man sat. “Howdy, Ed. There’s a trunk over to the stage office that needs to be fetched over for that Count fella who just signed in.”

“Hello, Kid. I’ve already got a boy haulin’ it over now.”

“All this stuff is for that Lady Jane gal. What room’s she in?”

“She’s in the adjoining suite to the Count’s. I’ll have it all brought up to her.”

The Kid nodded, then turned to Gracie saying, “I’ll be seein’ you,” as she helped the little girl to her feet.

Stepping into the street, The Kid saw the sheriff approaching. They met on the boardwalk and The Kid asked, “Get anything from Bob?”

Masters shook his head glumly. “Nothin’ at all, he’s out cold. The doc is back and workin’ on him. There’s a couple hours of daylight left, how’d you feel about ridin’ out there with me to find Roy?”

“Sure, if you got a fresh horse I could ride.”

As they walked to the livery stable together, The Kid told Sheriff Masters what she could. Button followed along behind, The Kid holding her reins.

The Kid gave the old stable hand Mac instructions to brush and curry her horse, and give her oats and water. Taking her gear off Button, she put it on one of the Sheriff’s horses. With that, the two of them rode out of town together,  Masters holding the reins of a third horse to carry Roy’s body back.

They came to where The Kid had stopped the stage, then rode on another mile and a half until they found Roy’s corpse. The Kid studied the scene carefully, then they wrapped Roy’s remains in canvas and draped him over the horse.

“What d’ye think, Kid?” Masters asked as he studied the tracks left behind.

“Well, lookin’ as hard as I can, I only see there was one outlaw on horseback. But the girl and that Hardy woman said there was two of ‘em.” The Kid walked around, carefully observing the scene, trying to work out what had taken place there. “Listen, Gus, I’m gonna study on this in my head overnight,” she finally told Sheriff Masters, suspecting that she already knew the answer.

It was twilight when Masters and The Kid came riding back into town with Roy’s body. Along the way, they’d found the empty strongbox, but nothing else. The most puzzling thing was how the horse tracks of the outlaw led straight back to town.

They left Roy’s body at the doctor’s to see if he could add anything to what they knew. Doc Johnson told them that Bob was still hanging on, but there was a good chance he wouldn’t make it through the night.

After putting up their horses at the stable, Masters took The Kid to the Broken Horn saloon. They sat at a quiet corner table and ordered shots of whiskey.

“I reckon it’s kind of smart in a way, him ridin’ into town. His tracks got lost here with all the others. But then we know he’s here somewheres. Think we can find him, Gus?”

“Damn if I know, Kid.” Gus Masters answered, then downed his shot, staring at the empty glass. “Lots of strangers in town this week lookin’ for work, what with the cattle drive comin’ up. Reckon I’ll start prowlin’ the bars tonight, then talk to the passengers in the morning. It’s a little late to bother ‘em now. Care to join me?”

“Well, now, I’ll pass on the bars, but I’d like to speak with the passengers too. See you for breakfast?”

“Sure,” Masters answered. They walked out onto the street, then exchanged brief goodbyes.

Feeling too tired for a bath or a meal, The Kid walked to the livery stable to check on Button and pick up her saddlebags, bedroll and rifle. She took a moment to beat as much of the caked-on trail dust off herself with her hat as she could, then set off toward the outskirts of town. Ten minutes later, she came to a small two-story house. Trying as the day had been, her mood lifted at the familiar sight. There was still a light on, and The Kid knocked on the back door.

“Come in, it’s open,” The Kid heard Andromeda Purdy’s silver voice call out.

The Kid walked in and smiled at Ann, who was facing away from her, writing in a ledger at the kitchen table. As usual, the table was cluttered with small bones and rocks, most of them tagged. Without raising her head, Ann held up an index finger and said, “Just a moment, please.”

With a flourish of her pencil, Ann turned around. Seeing The Kid, she jumped from her chair and rushed into her lover’s arms, where they hugged for a long, lovely while.

“Come sit down, Kid. My oh my, I’m so happy you’re back.” They sat on the sofa in the parlor and Ann said, “I heard you were in town. I understand you’ve been very busy today. You know I went to the stable to bring dear Buttercup an apple, as I always do… and they told me you came in on another horse.” She looked questioningly at The Kid.

“I reckon I got a lot to tell you,” The Kid replied, dreading telling Ann the news she had about Buttercup, and all that went with it. Her horse had broken a leg while she’d been pursuing outlaws, and The Kid had been forced to put the animal out of her misery.

The Kid’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she began to sob against Ann’s shoulder. Her Stetson hat slipped off and fell to the floor.

Ann saw that The Kid’s hair was now parted on the side instead of the middle. In the new part Ann saw a nasty looking scar.

As The Kid sobbed Ann looked at the scar, and realized what must have happened to Buttercup. She softly said, “Oh, dear.”

Holding The Kid tightly in her arms, Andromeda began to weep, too.

On to Chapter Two!Knuckle Ridge, Chapter 2

 

The Art of Love, The Love of Art, Part One: Only One Wish

  • Posted on August 20, 2020 at 2:59 pm

by Karin Halle

Life just isn’t fair, I thought.

Of course, death is even worse.

I arrived home from work a little earlier than usual, calling out to let my fourteen-year-old daughter know I was there. As it was only the two of us, I was trying to spend as much time with her as possible, having cut my work schedule down to only half days.

It was the middle of the afternoon, but Larissa no longer attended school; doing so would have been pointless. For a while, we tried to pretend that everything was normal, but that simply didn’t work, despite everyone’s best efforts.

The cold, hard truth was that my daughter’s diagnosis meant that ‘normal’ was no longer a possibility.

A few months earlier, Larissa had fainted several times at school, and our family doctor referred us to a neurologist. The neurologist had Larissa come in for some scans, which revealed that she had a brain tumor. Then the news got even worse: inoperable, terminal, six or so months at most.

At first, I tried to convince myself that the doctors had got it wrong, all of them. But they hadn’t.

There had been no way to hide it from her friends, who were all anxious to know that she was okay, and were all gutted when they were told that she was anything but. And the school had to be informed as well; the staff needed to know about the health issues of students, especially one who could blackout at any time.

After intense discussion, it was decided that Larissa should be excused from attending school on medical grounds. She didn’t need the stress of studying, which might even worsen her condition. So she turned in her textbooks, cleaned out her locker, and came home for good.

At first, my daughter’s friends made a point of stopping in to see her, but that soon became awkward for everyone. Larissa quickly realised that she had no interest in sharing gossip about which boy was trying to chat up so-and-so, or in hearing the latest stupid utterance from some teacher that had the entire class in stitches. So her friends found it hard to talk to her, and their visits became less frequent. Not wanting to leave Larissa completely isolated, they began to keep in touch through tweets and emails, and Larissa could decide for herself how to respond to those.

After greeting my daughter, I changed out of my office clothes and put on something comfortable, then went to Larissa’s room to ask her about her day – how she was feeling; what she’d been doing. She was, as usual, sitting at her desk, a paperback propped up in front of her.

“How are you, sweetie?”

“I didn’t sleep too well. Actually, I didn’t sleep much at all.”

“Oh, Larissa,” I exclaimed and knelt beside my daughter, wrapping both arms around her. “Were you in pain? Were you worried or anything? Was it…”

“No… nothing like that, Mum,” Larissa interrupted. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

That hardly eased my concern. “Are you sure? You have to tell me. Do you need me to call Dr. Chapman? He said to call him if you deteriorated at all.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Mum, I haven’t deteriorated. I just had a bad night.”

“You know what you were told: report any change in your condition. You can’t take any chances!”

“It’s nothing to do with my condition. And it wouldn’t make any difference anyway! You know that.”

“No!” I exclaimed. “Don’t talk that way!” My desperation was evident.

“Mum, it’s true! You know nothing will make a difference! Nothing at all!” she replied with a ferocity that caused me to sob.

Larissa was immediately sorry for her sharp response. She knew I was only worried, devastated with frustration that nothing I could do would help my daughter.

The diagnosis was the worst possible. We’d been given the ghastly news that Larissa would not survive through the end of the year. And it was already April. Her birthday had been in March, and there would not be another. Several specialists had been consulted, and all had concurred. There was no cure, not even a treatment.

“Mum, I’m sorry,” she said. “I know how you feel.”

“It’s not how I feel. It’s how you feel. You’re the one who’s sick.” I took a breath and a moment to compose myself. “I don’t know how you can be so calm about this. It’s horrible.”

She gave a sad shrug. “Guess I’m just resigned to it.”

The mood was somber for a few minutes, then we recomposed ourselves and had our usual chat about nothing much.

Then she took a deep breath. “Mum, I’ve been thinking,” she began, her tone surprisingly casual. I made an ‘uh-huh’ sound to encourage her to continue, then she blurted out in a single breath, “I want to have sex before I die!”

What?

Perhaps thinking that I hadn’t heard properly, she said, “Mum, I want to know what it’s like to have sex. While I still can.”

Of course, I’d heard her; I most certainly had heard her! I was just having difficulty processing it. My first reply was, “Oh, no, no. You’re way too young to think about things like that. You’re only fourteen!”

“And I’m not going to get to fifteen!”

“Don’t say that! Don’t even think it! They’re making breakthroughs every day,” I pointed out, all the while knowing that the odds weren’t at all in my daughter’s favour.

She already understood that, of course. “Yeah, sure… but there’s practically no chance that any of those breakthroughs will help me, not in the time I have left.”

For a moment I’d forgotten about how this talk had begun; I was far more involved in boosting my little girl’s confidence. “There’s always hope! Never give up hoping… for a miracle, if that’s what it takes.”

“And that’s all there is. Hope for a miracle. Lots of people hope for miracles; most of ‘em don’t get one.” She paused for a moment, then added, “That’s why I want to have sex – in case there’s no miracle.”

Back to that again. And I was still struggling with the whole idea of it. “You’re only fourteen,” I repeated. “That’s under the age of consent. You have to be sixteen! You aren’t old enough!”

Larissa’s voice was filled with despair. “I’m never going to be old enough! And I’ve never even kissed a boy… or a girl! I won’t ever get to finish school, or go to uni, or get a job! I won’t get to fall in love; I won’t get married and have a family… I – I won’t get to do anything.” Her passion must have all been used up, because her next words were spoken in the saddest tone I’ve ever heard her use. “It’s just… I don’t want to die without knowing what it’s like to – to have sex. Real sex.”

I was surprised by Larissa’s offhand suggestion that she was thinking about both girls and boys as potential love partners, but kept that to myself. After all, I’d fooled around with girls a time or two when I was around her age. Instead, I voiced a different objection that came to mind. “Look, sweetheart, sex isn’t just a physical thing; I mean, there’s pleasure in it, but it’s ever so much better when you’re with someone you truly love.”

“Well, that’s no help,” she said, falling into a sulk. “Nobody loves me.”

“That’s not true! I love you,” I said – completely missing the point, but this crazy notion of Larissa’s had me fumbling for whatever I could think of to talk her out of it. “And – and your friends, they love you….”

“Big deal,” she said, frowning. “All I know is, I want to have sex, to see for myself what it’s like. Some of the girls at school have done it. And they said it was great, and I want to have that experience.”

“Some of them are probably lying, you know.”

“Yeah, I guess. But not all of them. And it does feel good, doesn’t it?”

I sighed, knowing I had to be honest. “Yes, dear. It does. Or at least, it should. But the first time can hurt, too. You know, when you – um, you know…”

When I proved incapable of completing the sentence, Larissa did it for me. “When you lose your cherry.”

“Larissa!”

“Okay, okay. When your – when your hymen gets broken, then.”

I felt my face flush. I wasn’t used to discussing these kinds of things with her! “You know, lots of boys aren’t very good at sex to start with. Until they get more experience, I mean. They just want to satisfy themselves, and don’t think about the girl at all. And just who do you want to have sex with, anyway? Someone you know at school? A teacher, or one of the neighbours?”

She pondered it over for a moment, then said, “Well, I’m friends with a couple of girls who are gay… maybe one of them would, um, be with me. There’s a couple of boys who might like to. Or I could ask some girl I know if she’d let me borrow her boyfriend. I – I don’t know, I haven’t thought about that part yet, just that I want to!”

By then, I was getting frustrated. “Well, I’m sure I don’t know what to tell you! Am I supposed to help you with this? Advertise in the Help Wanted column? Oh, I can just imagine that: ‘Wanted – nice guy or cute girl to deflower a fourteen-year-old virgin. Forward resume and references, etc, etc.’ Is that what you had in mind? And since when are you attracted to girls, anyhow?”

“I don’t know, I just am! Why are you getting mad at me?”

Good sense told me to calm down, to discuss this rationally with my daughter. But my emotions were running rampant. “I can’t deal with this!” I cried. “I’ve got too much to handle already, coping with your condition. Now you want me to, to pimp for you? Help you get laid? Is that what you fucking want?”

It was at that point that I realised what hateful things I was saying to my little girl. I fell silent, frozen to the spot, and numb with horror.

Larissa’s bottom lip was trembling, and her eyes were filled with tears. One had already started to roll down her cheek.

But it was the look in my daughter’s eyes that cut me to the quick… as if she’d been left alone on a desert island, and was watching the boat slowly sail away.

Bursting into sobs of my own, I fell on my knees before Larissa and hugged her tightly. Between gasps, I tried to undo the damage I’d done.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry, sweetheart, so sorry… I didn’t mean that – it’s not how I really feel – I’m just so frustrated, don’t know what to do. My little girl is sick and I can’t make her better… Listen, sweetie – I don’t know how, but I’ll try to think of some way to get you what you want. I love you so much, Larissa…. You’re everything to me.”

“I love you too, Mum,” Larissa echoed. Then she said it again, in a slightly different tone. “I love you, too.”

Gently breaking free from our embrace, she gazed at me. The look in her eyes… it was as if she was peering into my soul.

Then Larissa leaned forward and kissed me. On the mouth. Only for a moment, but she allowed it to linger.

For a few heartbeats, we stared at each other. My heart was racing as I began to understand what my daughter was thinking. What she wanted from her mother.

“Mom?” she murmured shyly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe… maybe you could help me…?”

“Oh, no! NO!” I exclaimed, but Larissa wasn’t listening.

My mouth wasn’t listening either.

I still can’t figure out how it happened, but suddenly my daughter and I were kissing again, this time for longer, and with greater passion. Maybe she’d never kissed anyone in a romantic way, but her enthusiasm made up for lack of experience. This time her tongue was exploring my mouth, seeking my tongue… and I was helpless to do anything but respond.

I returned my daughter’s kiss. She was sighing into my mouth, wrapping both arms around me.

Larissa told me that she wanted to have sex before she died, but in fact, she wanted it right then! And I wanted it too.

By then, my mind had managed to get into first gear and was telling me just how wrong this was… and as the grownup, I should’ve been the one to put a stop to it. But at that moment, it was harder to refuse my child’s final wish than it was to give in, let her have this experience she so desperately longed for.

Besides, Larissa’s body felt so good in my arms; her kisses tasted divine. And I had gone for much too long without a lover. In fact, I hadn’t been with a girl since my days at university. I was struggling with feelings I’d not had in quite a long time… and very much wanting to feel them again.

I was rationalising my behaviour, trying to justify making love to Larissa. I’m helping out my daughter, my mind was saying, trying to shift into reverse. This makes her happy. Honestly, where’s the harm? Why can’t a mother do this for her child?

All kinds of stuff like that whirled through my head – and all of it serving only as an excuse for my failure to put an end to this nonsense.

This improper, immoral, illegal nonsense.

And my conscience failed me. All my resistance evaporated. Consequences be damned, I was going to make love to my own daughter.

Because she didn’t know how to proceed, I took the initiative. I reached up to carefully place a hand on Larissa’s breast.

“What are you doing, Mum?” Larissa asked, but made no attempt to stop me. In fact, she leaned back slightly, resting against the back of her chair.

“I… I’m just doing what I can to make you feel better. Do you like it when I do this?”

“Yes, Mummy, it’s lovely,” Larissa sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. I noticed the way she addressed me as ‘Mummy’. It had been a long time since she’d spoken that word – I suppose she considered it too childish for a teenager to use. My heart melted, and I grew even more convinced that this was the right thing to do for my poor sick daughter.

I also noticed that Larissa hadn’t looked so content, so relaxed in weeks – not since we got the awful news of her diagnosis.

Rising, I took my daughter’s hand. “Come.” I led the way to her bed, where we lay down together. Looking into Larissa’s eyes, I saw only love, not a trace of concern or fear.

That encouraged me to continue, so I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, then began to caress Larissa’s breasts through the t-shirt she liked to wear around the house. Even covered by a layer of cotton, I felt the nipple respond, growing firm to my touch. With a blissful sigh, Larissa arched her back like a stretching cat, and I lightly pinched the swollen tip of her breast.

All of a sudden, I was no longer satisfied with touching my daughter through her clothes. I wanted to feel her bare skin!

I had to be careful, though — the last thing I wanted was to frighten my poor child. So I said, “If you like, I could probably touch you under your shirt. That is if you want me to.”

It was something of a shock, the realization of what I was asking Larissa to allow me to do. Not in a million years could I have imagined loving my daughter like this, not even a few minutes ago. But I was only giving my girl a little pleasure when she needed it so badly… wasn’t that what a mother should do?

“Okay, Mom,” Larissa whispered.

Reaching down to the hem of her long t-shirt, I slowly drew it up over Larissa’s hips, revealing her baby blue panties along the way, until her belly was exposed. I placed my hand there, marvelling at the softness of her skin. Well aware of the line I was crossing, I allowed that hand to slip beneath the shirt and move upward, until I was touching her bare breast. Larissa was a slender, willowy girl, and only bothered to wear a bra on the rare occasions when she went out.

The mound was warm and supple, and her nipple responded unmistakably when my fingers brushed it. I reached over to give the other breast some attention, with the same satisfying result.

“Is this good, sweetheart?”

The reply was a tiny nod of the head; barely visible, but certain.

I began to caress my daughter’s body in a large circle, my hand making an arc from her chest to her navel. When Larissa shifted herself, trying to move her body up toward the head of the bed, I enlarged the circle my hand was tracing, until it reached the waistband of her panties.

After only a few circuits, Larissa spoke a single word: “Please.” I increased the circle further still, my fingers dipping under the waistband each time around.

She looked up at me. “Would it be okay if I, um, take them off?”

“I’ll do it,” I told her. “Just lift up a bit.”

Larissa raised her hips up from the bed, and I took hold of her panties and slowly worked them down to her ankles. She lowered herself, and I slipped them over her feet and off. They were warm and slightly damp, and I felt a crazy impulse to press her underwear against my face, to savor her scent.

I didn’t, though. Instead, I said, “Why don’t you take your shirt off too? It’s not cold in here.”

“No, it’s not,” Larissa replied with a smile. “In fact, I’m feeling kinda warm.” Sitting up she shucked the t-shirt and lay back down, now completely naked.

Of course I’d seen my daughter in the nude before, even after she’d begun to develop – but those had been innocent glimpses, like when I had to use the toilet while she was in the shower. I’d admired Larissa’s slim body, her breasts small but absolutely flawless. The flat belly could be attributed to her involvement in a range of sports over the years. And the patch of fine, light coloured hair that adorned her pubis was just thick enough to look mature without disguising her youthfulness.

What was different now, though, was the way I was looking at my daughter’s nakedness. It was with an eye to her sexual appeal, her beauty as a woman.

I studied her, taking in her curves, memorising them. As if she knew what I wanted, Larissa sat up straight, letting me see her properly. By then I knew that my feelings weren’t about a mother’s interest in her child’s development. I was feeling a genuine attraction, a sexual attraction, to this girl. My daughter.

“My God, you’re gorgeous. Utterly perfect,” I whispered.

That list of thou-shalt-nots was still unscrolling in my mind, admonishing me not to do this insane thing. We were both females; that’s lesbianism. At fourteen, Larissa was underage; that’s paedophilia. She’s my little girl, that’s incest. Those things are all thought to be immoral, some were actually illegal.

But that doesn’t matter, I realised. I don’t want to stop; I need for this to happen. My daughter is beautiful, she excites me, and I want to make love to her.

“So beautiful,” I heard myself murmur. “So very beautiful.”

Then her voice broke into my reverie. “Now you, Mum. I want to see you.”

Without hesitation I stood, then began removing the clothes I’d put on a few minutes earlier. Really, though, it had been a lifetime ago. I was the same, yet completely different.

Finally stepping out of my panties, I stood naked before my daughter, letting her see me. Larissa said nothing, just looked me up and down from my head to my feet. I wondered if she liked what she saw.

She spoke not a word… just held out her arms to me, and with no thoughts of doing anything else, I lay down beside my daughter and nestled into her embrace. I wish I could put it into words, how good Larissa’s bare body felt against mine after going without the touch of a lover for so long. What was it like for my child, who was experiencing this for the first time?

When her lips brushed my neck, a shiver rippled through me. She began to plant tiny kisses on my throat, along the line of my jaw, then higher. I gave a sob of mixed delight and surprise when the tip of Larissa’s tongue trailed along the edge of my ear. It was an invitation, one I was helpless to resist. Drawing back, I turned to face her, losing my soul in those yearning eyes.

Our kiss was brief and shy. We broke apart, stared at each other for a moment, then came together in a passionate, needful embrace. Our tongues met, then sparred back and forth, and my daughter and I kissed like we were feasting on one another.

I was totally engrossed in Larissa’s soft mouth when suddenly I felt something moving between my thighs. When I drew them apart, her hand made its way to the target. I gasped and she sighed at that first contact, then her fingers gently, tenderly traced a path along the moist crease of my labia.

My hand was doing the exact same thing to Larissa, and I had no need to ask whether she was enjoying it; the ‘Oooh’ sound she made was absolute proof. As my fingers dipped lower, fondling my daughter’s slit through her sparse pubes, my eyes widened in astonishment at the wetness I found there.

I began to run my fingers up and down the opening and, rewarded with more warm honey, began to slide one digit along the cleft separating the lips. This resulted in Larissa spreading her legs, to allow me easier access. As the labia parted, I was able to ease that finger between them, entering her.

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes, Mum. D-don’t stop!” Larissa gasped, as if I had any intention of pulling away. It had been many years since I’d done this to another girl, but I masturbated often. I figured that what worked for me would also do the trick for my teenage daughter.

That thought gave rise to a question. “Do you ever do this to yourself, sweetie?” I asked.

It was hardly the kind of topic Larissa and I usually discussed, so she took a second to reply. “Um, yeah. Yes, I do,” she admitted, somewhat nervously. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Of course not! Why would I be upset? Every woman touches herself sometimes.”

That seemed to surprise Larissa. “Do you?”

“Yes,” I confirmed without hesitation. “Have you given yourself an orgasm, then?”

“I’m not sure, Mum.”

“Then you haven’t… because believe me, you’d know it,” I told my inexperienced little girl.

Larissa began to reply but was unable to, because it was just then that I lightly flicked my thumb against her clitoris.

The effect of all this stimulation on my daughter was predictable and immediate. A finger teasing her cunt, a thumb brushing her clit, our ardent kisses, the arousal she felt, the intimate revelations we had shared – they all added up to what was fast becoming a sensory overload.

I could see it in her eyes, that unfamiliar sensation building up inside her, the way that her legs had begun to shake uncontrollably. I suspected that she was unprepared for what was happening, incapable of processing her feelings on an intellectual level. As I fondled my child, I watched her closely, aching to see that bright shining moment of release.

When her climax hit, I pressed Larissa’s labia between two fingers, timing the pressure with her reactions. At that instant, all I knew was joy, the first real joy I’d experienced in weeks. How many mothers got to witness their daughter’s very first orgasm?

As she reached the height of her ecstasy, I quickly moved to lie between Larissa’s thighs, my face mere inches from her glistening vagina.

I put my mouth to the pink, swollen cunt of my daughter, and began to lick up and down, getting my first taste of her. It was divine, like some new, unfamiliar fruit.

Larissa wanted more from me, though. “Do it, Mummy, g-go into me. Please. I want it, want you to be the one! Please!”

I wriggled into a sort of crouching position, so that I could keep my mouth glued to Larissa’s clit, then put my fingers at the entrance, gently opening her up. I worked to get my daughter as aroused as possible, teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

Her breathing had turned to panting, little moaning sounds were escaping her open mouth, and then she gasped out, “I’m gonna… I’m g-gonna… oh God, MUM!”

Hoping I’d timed it to perfection, I plunged two fingers into her vagina.

Whatever pain she felt from her hymen tearing tipped her over the edge, and Larissa screamed out loud, a massive orgasm shaking her like a rag doll.

As the climax ripped through her body, I pumped my fingers into and out of her pussy in the best imitation I could manage of a man’s cock, all the while nursing at her clit.

Struck by a thought, I raised my face from her pussy so that I could watch her face while she was caught up in rapture. God, she was even more beautiful than ever.

When her orgasm began to subside, I covered her slit with my mouth, sampling, and loving the sweetness of her nectar. In very little time, Larissa had another climax, milder but more prolonged.

Then she lay motionless, but for the rise and fall of her chest. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open. I was a little nervous, wondering how she felt about what I’d just done. Was she having second thoughts?

But she gave me a weak smile, then whispered, “Mum… please kiss me.”

I took her in my arms, and our mouths met. Larissa hummed with a child’s delight as she licked around my parted lips, tasting herself.

***

We lay together all afternoon and into the evening.

For a long time we just kissed and snuggled, and Larissa masturbated me to an orgasm of my own. I discovered that getting finger-fucked by my fourteen-year-old daughter was an enormous turn-on.

Then she crawled between my legs, put her face to my pussy and ate me to a climax, but only because she demanded that I let her do it. I really wanted all the lovemaking to be for her enjoyment, but she did insist that pleasuring me was a big part of the pleasure she got from our little mother-daughter fuckfest.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, woke up to find that we‘d forgotten to eat dinner, started kissing, got into a sixty-nine (the first time I’d ever experienced that with a female), then showered together. I even slipped a finger into her anus while we were showering, which got us in the mood all over again.

There beneath the flowing water, we somehow managed to arrange ourselves so our pussies could rub together, and fucked on the slippery tiles until we both came. I later found out that lesbians do that all the time, and they call it tribbing. After that, we stumbled back to my bed, crawled beneath the sheets, and passed out.

I woke just as the sun was rising so, in the most maternal way I could, I tongued my daughter until she woke up too.

I had to see the look on her face when she awakened with her cunt being licked. It made me wonder: why can’t every mother and daughter experience something so wonderful, so pleasurable, together? Right then, it made perfect sense. I would never suggest such a thing to other parents, but… oh, dear lord, her face was positively radiant when she became conscious, realised what was happening, and then lay back to enjoy it until she came yet again.

Afterward, we lay together, gently kissing and cuddling – not in a sexual way, just gentle and loving.

Larissa looked at me with a beaming smile and a brightness in her eyes that I’d never expected to see again. “Mum, that was so wonderful. It was exactly what I wanted… needed, even. Thank you, thank you so much for giving me that.”

“It was my pleasure,” I assured her, then realised something and corrected myself. “It was our pleasure.”

“Yes it was, wasn’t it?” she replied. “And I love you for doing that for me.”

She kissed me with passion, but without sexual desire. We had shared physical love, but somehow we knew without saying so that it had been a one-time-only thing. It was now part of our relationship, but only a small part. Our love as mother and daughter had been totally fulfilled.

***

Two days later, I arrived home from work and called a greeting to Larissa while closing the front door. In response, her voice came from the living room, so after dropping my keys and wallet in their allocated space on the kitchen counter, I followed the sound.

I found my daughter with the TV on, her portable in her lap. “How are you, sweetie?” I asked.

“Fair, Mum,” was the reply.

I immediately felt a clutch of fear. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you feeling bad? Did something happen? Are you getting worse?”

“Nothing quite like that,” she told me. “But there is something I need to discuss with you.” She took a deep breath, then said, “Mum… I’ve decided that I don’t want to do this anymore.”

The words carried no inflection that hinted at their meaning. Those days, Larissa spent her time rereading favourite books, watching the DVDs she liked, listening to her CD collection and chatting online with friends. I had no way of guessing which activity she was referring to.

What don’t you want to do anymore, baby?” I asked.

“This! Any of it. I’m just filling in time doing this stuff, waiting for the end.”

I was stunned by what I was hearing, but Larissa wasn’t done yet.

“I don’t want to just sit here, waiting to get worse. I don’t want to end up in some hospital with tubes sticking out of me, hooked up to machines to keep me alive. That isn’t being alive. I won’t be able to feed myself, so I’ll need to have that done for me. And if my brain function gives out, I’ll be helpless, sitting in my own filth, needing somebody to clean me up.”

All the while I was shaking my head in horror, attempting to protest what Larissa was saying, but she was too determined to let me speak, cutting me off with an abrupt gesture.

“I don’t want you to see me like that… I don’t want anyone to,” she continued. “I want to go on my terms, with whatever dignity I still have. I’ve seen photos of – of what happens to people who have what I’ve got. I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen to me!”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I breathed, fearful that I already knew the answer.

“I’m going to finish this while I still have control. My time, when I choose.”

My head was spinning; I felt like I might collapse on the spot. “No… no, you can’t! I won’t let you!”

She shook her head. “It’s not your decision, Mum.”

Why was she so calm about this? “How… how are you…?” I whispered, already dreading what she might say.

“I’m not going to tell you that. But it has to be quick, so I won’t be able to lose my nerve. And I don’t want to, you know, mess myself up. So one day, when you’re out, l… well, that’s when I’ll do it.”

“Then I won’t go out, damn it. That’ll stop you.”

Larissa smiled sympathetically. “Mum… you can’t always be home. You have to go to work, and to the shops. You’ll have to put petrol in the car. Maybe not right away, but some time. In fact, you don’t even need to be out of the house. I can slip out while you’re asleep, or in the toilet, or having a shower.”

I didn’t quite faint, but I did collapse into the nearest chair, realising that my daughter had laid her plans all too carefully. And she knew, too, that she was entitled to decide her own fate. It was an argument that we had discussed and resolved, back when there was still a possibility that she might have to undergo painful treatment.

But back then, it had been an abstract concept, for ‘when the time comes’. Now, however, it was too close to reality, and oh, so much harder to accept. I shivered as the truth of it struck me: Larissa had decided that her position was hopeless, that life held no more value for her.

Seeing me lost in utter defeat, Larissa’s tone softened. “I’m sorry to hit you with this all of a sudden, Mum. Can we maybe not talk about this anymore, and have a nice evening together?”

It took more strength than I knew I had, but I managed to summon up a weak smile. “I’d like that, sweetie.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “Know what I’d like? I haven’t had a curry in, oh my gosh, ages. Could you nip down to Sanjay’s and get us both takeaways?”

“Okay,” I said. “That does sound nice.”

By that time I had, for all practical purposes, ceased to reason; I was acting purely on autopilot as I went outside to the car, started it and drove off. Unable to cope with a situation that was beyond my control, I simply let events unfold as they would.

Gutless, I know. Cowardly, yes. More than that, I was desperately naive, unable to recognize the trick that my daughter had just played on me.

Larissa had planned comprehensively, leaving nothing to chance. As soon as I drove away, she activated a small reminder prompt that she’d set up on her laptop; it would operate in thirty minutes, and after that every additional half hour. The reminder carried only one item – a location.

Grabbing what she needed from the kitchen, Larissa dropped a single sheet of paper on the counter and hastened out the back door, probably before my car had even turned out of the street.

Some twenty minutes later, I drove the car into the garage and entered the house through the back door.

The sheet of paper caught my attention as I set the bag of food down on the counter. As I picked the paper up, my hand shook and I had to lean on the marble surface to make out my little girl’s message.

I’m sorry, Mum, but I have to do this. I can’t let it beat me. I had it all planned, so when you went out I just had to set things going. I’ll send you a message to tell you where to find me.

I want it to be quick, and certain, with no chance that I’ll screw it up.

You gave birth to me, gave life to me, showed me what real love is, and now you’re giving me the opportunity to find true peace in the end.

I LOVE YOU!

Goodbye, Larissa

The finality of the note snapped me back to reality. Snatching up my phone, I called the emergency number, asking for the police.

An operator answered almost immediately, saying, “Police emergency operator. What is the nature of your emergency?”

I was panicking, practically incoherent. “My little girl! I came home, and there was this, this note. I think she’s going to… to do something…”

The operator, clearly used to dealing with callers who were in panic mode, calmly asked, “Can you tell me your name, ma’am, and your location?”

When I provided the data, the operator continued. “I’ll dispatch a car to your location straight away. Do you know the whereabouts of your daughter right now?”

I had to acknowledge that I didn’t have a clue and continued to answer questions as best I could while the operator kept me on the line and tried, with only very limited success, to calm me.

As the sound of a siren heralded the arrival of the police, I hung up the phone and ran to the front door. Even before they could knock, I flung the door open.

***

The coffin on the bier had a hinged lid to reveal the face of the deceased. Just as Larissa planned, she looked perfectly natural, almost alive.

A group of her school friends filed by to take a final look, all sobbing or showing signs of distress. Each one placed a posy or some memento in with Larissa. I was seated in the first pew, barely aware of any of it. Also present were the two cops, a few of the neighbours, my daughter’s roll class teacher, and the counsellor who had helped Larissa and me to prepare, as much as we were able, for the end.

Everybody offered condolences and sympathy, for which I formally thanked them. But I was responding more or less automatically, as a robot might – I really wasn’t functioning as a person.

The school had suggested to Larissa’s friends that they write out some special memories they had of her; some of them read their tributes out loud at the service, but most were too distressed to do that. But they all gave me what they’d written, all done by hand and bound into a book that I could keep forever.

I had so many recollections of my own… yet there was one that stood out, a very special memory of my precious Larissa that I would never be able to share with anyone – except like this, set down in a story by an anonymous author. That memory was of my daughter’s final wish, of something we shared, something beautiful, something private and personal that was ours alone.

 

The End

If you’ve enjoyed this story check out the sequel, By Invitation Only.

Author’s Note: I want to thank Jetboy for helping me to tell the story. His editing and suggestions made everything clearer and more complete.

 

Sheltering, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 16, 2020 at 3:12 pm

by Shy Mom

“Behave, girls!” I berated my daughters. “I’m about to start this Zoom.”

They giggled under my desk as I logged onto my account. I nudged gently with my right foot to shush them.

“Good morning, Ms. Flambeau,” I said as my screen filled with the image of a woman in her early thirties. She was grasping a little girl, who was squirming in her lap. Mother and child were striking in similarity and beauty, with auburn curls cascading over their shoulders, clear sparkling eyes, and lipstick in a glossy shade that never failed to arouse me on the right mouths: pussy-pink. They were dressed in matching white terry robes.

“Good morning, Ms. Nilsen,” the woman replied. “And please—it’s Genette.” Like me, she appeared to be seated in a study, but hers looked large and luxurious. Behind her, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf crammed with volumes stood to one side, an accent table with a vase of red roses on the other.

“A pleasure, Genette,” I responded. “I’m Beverly, or Bev.”

Genette was the single mother of my third-grade student Camille, who was nowhere in sight. Camille’s first-grade sister, Bella, whom I recognized from school, was nestled against her mother, not seeming to care that she was on video.

Seeing Genette for the first time, I had an uncanny sensation of looking into Camille’s future, one in which her soft girlish features had blossomed into the womanly curves, teased by her mother’s slightly parted robe.

She spoke. “Thanks for this parent-teacher conference, Bev. I know you must be busy with—Cami mentioned that you had, er, two girls of your own? Well, as you can see, I have my hands full too. In fact, I barely managed to cover us up in time for your call!” She tugged on the front panel of her robe for emphasis, which only had the effect of revealing more of her lush cleavage.

I felt an immediate bond with this woman, and not just as a single mother of two girls. From the get-go, Genette seemed open, unaffected, and easy-going—just my type. I also felt a twinge of desire at her casual exhibitionism.

“No worries!” I assured her, then added, “We’ve gone clothing optional, too.”

In fact, I had on a fitted silk blouse, matching blue g-string, and nothing else. Bras had been the first casualties of sheltering-in-place in our household, then pants and skirts. While I usually donned a top, such as a blouse or t-shirt, I enjoyed the freedom and sexiness of going around the house in skimpy underwear.

For their part, the girls had ditched their nightgowns and panties just before my call, and were wandering around stark naked. All I could do was shoo them out of sight—and after sharing conspiratorial whispers and giggles, they scrambled under my desk. For cover, I’d innocently assumed.

“Is Camille able to join us?” I asked. I preferred to have my students participate in these meetings, if there were no issues requiring a separate conversation with parents, especially those as delightful as this woman’s pretty nine-year-old daughter.

Genette hesitated for a second. “Um … she’s occupied at the moment.”

As I wondered what could be occupying Camille in lockdown, Genette added, “By the way, it’s only fair to warn you: Cami’s told me quite a bit about your family. We have lots in common—more than you might suspect—and I like you very much already.”

“Thanks …” I replied. “That’s very … kind of you.” I was unsure what else to say or, for that matter, how to react. I wondered what Camille could have told her mother about me or my daughters, other than typical family details that rarely interest parents as much as their kids. Was I missing some subtext in the woman’s tone, if not her words? But Genette’s warmth seemed genuine. Probably, she was simply referring to our being single moms of girls close in age.

As for what I knew about Genette, there wasn’t much. Ashley had mentioned that she was a stay-at-home mom who came from a rich family, and that Camille had gushed about how pretty her mother was. I could see why.

“If you don’t mind, Bev …” Genette paused, her breath hitching for some reason, “… could we, um, record this Zoom? I’m sure Cami would love to see it later.”

“Oh, sure.” Her request sounded reasonable enough, so I was happy to comply. However, I got the feeling again that there might be some deeper meaning I was missing.

As I hit RECORD, little fingers lightly crept up my thighs. I shivered.

“Are you cold?” Genette asked, leaning forward.

She must have caught my involuntary movement, but I instinctively glanced down at my chest, surprised to realize that my nipples were visible through the thin blouse. I wondered if she could see them on her end—and if so, what she thought about that.

“Well, you know, I’m not wearing pants,” I replied half-jokingly.

Really?” Genette responded, seemingly more in interest than jest. “Me neither!”

We shared a good laugh. Of course, I couldn’t see below the screen, which cut off at the woman’s waist, but her revealing robe had made me wonder what lay beneath, and now her remark only stoked my curiosity all the more.

Oh, my … far from being cold, this Zoom was heating me up!

Those busy little fingers—Ashley’s? Olivia’s?—had made their way up to my g-string. They flirted with the edges of the front panel, which scarcely covered my slit. I willed myself to remain composed and, not wanting to give away the mischief below, fixed my eyes on the screen.

“If I may share a secret,” I said, lowering my voice, “Camille is my favorite student. We’re not supposed to have favorites—or at least admit to them—but she’s so bright and adorable, the prettiest girl in my class.”

“Thank you, Bev. That really means a lot.”

Impulse made me add, “And she looks quite a bit like you.”

Genette smiled warmly, which really became her. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She then shifted in her seat, sighed softly, and glanced down, blowing a kiss toward the bottom of the screen. Before I could process these curious actions, Genette returned her gaze to me and, through hooded eyes, murmured, “And I’ll wager your girls are just as lovely as you.”

Could she see the blush that I felt? This whole call seemed to be getting out of hand. Was I having a parent-teacher Zoom or a socially-distanced first date?

Three things happened at that moment which interrupted whatever flirtatious thoughts and feelings were welling between us. On Genette’s end, while we had been conversing, Bella had been playing with the opening of her mother’s robe, further exposing the enticing cleavage. The child’s hand suddenly slipped inside—and Genette’s eyes widened in surprise, then delight as the child fondled her breast.

On my end, little fingers began to stroke my pussy through the g-string. About the same time, another set of fingers grazed the undersides of my feet. Oh, God … I loved having my feet played with. And by then, both my daughters were well aware of that.

“Bella, dear,” Genette whispered, eyes going from her daughter’s hand to me, “Mommy’s on video with Cami’s teacher.”

Despite her admonishing words, Genette did not look or sound concerned, nor did it affect the little girl’s enthusiastic breast-play. “But I like doing this, Mommy,” the child declared.

“Oh my …” I murmured, as much from what I saw on screen as from what I was feeling below it.

“Bella’s loved playing with my boobs, ever since I began nursing her,” Genette explained. “I haven’t had the heart to make her stop.”

“That’s perfectly natural!” I exclaimed, more to set myself at ease than Genette, who seemed to be enjoying her predicament. Before thinking, I added, “I’m sure I’d do the same thing—in Bella’s situation, I mean!”

That didn’t come out the way I had intended—or had it?

“Is that so?” Genette asked, giving me a suggestive smile. “Can I hold you to that, Bev?”

Wow. Despite the inappropriate turn this parent-teacher conference had taken, I had to admit it was very much to my liking. I certainly couldn’t muster any objection to the sight of this sexy woman having her breast groped by her first-grade daughter.

And what a breast it was! By then, Bella’s playing had exposed it almost completely, leaving only her little hand to deny me a full view but stoke my imagination. Pale and luscious, Genette’s boob was several inches and cup sizes larger than mine. Moreover, from the evidence of her daughter’s squeezing, it was lusciously resilient.

I found Genette’s flirtation flattering and arousing, but didn’t want to misread what might simply be a charming way of defusing an awkward situation. So I replied, trying to sound playful, “Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of Bella’s fun!”

Genette saw right through me. With a smile, she remarked, “I have two boobs, you know.” Holding my gaze, she pulled the panel of her robe aside, revealing her other breast up to—but not including—the nipple. “See?”

There was no mistaking Genette’s meaning now. Or, for that matter, the intentions of my girls down below. The fingers that had been stroking my lips now pressed into the cleft, taking the flimsy g-string with it. Those other fingers kept teasing my feet, forcing me into jagged breaths to keep from moaning out loud.

Genette took my halting breathing for encouragement. With a wink, she flicked her robe aside to expose an erect nipple. It was perfect—in size, larger and longer than mine, like a pacifier; in color, reddish brown like her hair; in presentation, wreathed by an expansive, bumpy areola. If this was how her delectable nipple appeared through the screen, how must it look in person? Or feel in one’s mouth?

I licked my lips without realizing it.

“Why, thank you!” Genette laughed. “Mouthwatering, huh? That’s high praise coming from someone with tits as lovely as yours.”

Glancing down, I saw that my nipples were now practically straining through my silk blouse. I hadn’t realized they’d gotten so visibly aroused. “Oh my. I—”

“No need to explain, honey,” interrupted Genette. “We both have girl parts and know how they work.” Then she licked her own lips, rather deliberately. “It looks like our nipples are functioning very well at the moment.”

“Um, yes,” I stammered. I—I suppose they are!”

There was no hiding the obvious now, and my will to do so had vanished. After sliding into lesbian incest with my daughters, I’d wondered whether other mothers ever got sexually involved with their girls. It felt liberating to see Genette unabashedly enjoying her daughter’s touch.

But, I suddenly recalled, this session was being recorded! “Genette, the video. Shouldn’t I stop it?”

The woman looked up, as if to consider the idea, then replied, “But then … Camille wouldn’t get to watch our parent-teacher conference afterwards, would she?” She squirmed a bit in her seat, her eyes briefly closing.

“I guess …” I replied, wondering once more what was occupying Camille. Why wouldn’t she want to be here for this?

Well, if this woman was willing to let me see—and record—her first-grade daughter feeling her up, then surely she would keep our video entre nous. Besides, I had to admit, I really wanted a copy of this. The thought of watching it later with Ashley and Olivia only added to my arousal, helped along by what my girls were doing under the desk.

Genette whispered something to Bella, and the little girl smiled mischievously. She took hold of her mommy’s nipple, pulled out as far as she could, then released it. She repeated the act, giggling with delight. This was obviously not the first time the child had played this game. After she did it a third time, I needed no further evidence that Genette’s bouncy boob—about 36D, near as I could tell—was all natural.

Inflamed, I decided to join in the fun. I sucked my fingers, then reached down to swirl them around my protruding nipples. The moisture seeped through my silk blouse, making it even more transparent. All the while, I gazed at the livestream of the licentious madonna and child before me.

Following my moves, Genette rolled her free nipple between two fingers.

Though I am very sexual in private, and enjoy exhibiting my body in public, especially to women, I felt surprised at how far I was willing to go with this woman I had just met. Perhaps it was her beauty, or the tantalizing window I’d just been given into her mother-daughter relationship, or the teasing I was getting below. Likely, it was all of the above, plus the sheer lewdness of turning a parent-teacher conference into an erotic encounter. Whatever the reason, I felt an urge to orgasm in full view of this openly sexual woman and her little girl.

“You know,” Genette confided, “Bella has titties, too.”

My God. Was she really going there? And how old was Bella, anyhow? Seven at most. I felt powerfully tempted to encourage Genette to play out her thought, but also wary of seeming too interested in the child. Offering a response that could go either way, I said, “I’ll bet.”

Genette clearly knew which way she wanted to go. Turning to Bella, she asked in a playful, motherly voice, “Want to show your titties to Ms. Nilsen? Your sexy itty bitty girl titties?”

Bella faced me and asked in a completely innocent voice, like she had a favorite toy to show, “Would you like to see them, Ms. Nilsen? Wanna see my itty bitty girl titties?”

The little minx had me. In for a penny, in for a pound, I decided. “I would very much like to see them, Bella.” My response sounded more throaty than I expected.

Bella fixed her gaze on me, lips puckered in an adorable pout. Her mother unhurriedly drew the front of her robe, unveiling the girl’s pale flesh, flawless and flat before rising in gentle slopes of baby fat that were capped at the tips by perfect pink nipples. Bella’s “titties” looked as delectable as any I’d seen. And knowing that they might one day grow to resemble the luscious globes her mother was so openly flaunting … well, it only made the child all the more desirable.

Observing how the sight of her daughter’s nudity riveted me, Genette asked in a husky voice, “Aren’t her nipples adorable? What would you like to see me do with them, Bev?”

I felt like a kid gaping through the window of a candy store at the treats inside. “I … I’d like you to circle them with your fingers … like this …”

Unbuttoning my blouse, I exposed my own nipples, now stiff to the point of aching. I licked two fingers and swirled them around my areolas. Gratified to see mother and daughter gazing at me with matched expressions of desire, I stared back at the half-naked pair, slowly tracing my upper lip with my tongue.

Beneath the desk, little fingers were pushing the panel of my g-string as far as it could go into my vagina, causing the rear string to tighten just above my ass. Meanwhile, a wet little mouth started sucking my toes.

Oh, my stars, that feels wonderful. I closed my eyes to savor how divine it was, being loved this way by my children. When I opened them, Genette’s fingers were circling Bella’s tiny nubs, coating them in saliva.

Bella looked up at her. “I love that, Mommy.” In reply, Genette claimed her daughter’s mouth in a French kiss.

Desperately needing to be fucked, I started thrusting against the hand that was fingering me through the g-string, not caring anymore if Genette or Bella could see my humping motions and realize what they were. Actually, all the better if they did.

Genette and Bella broke their kiss to watch. As my daughter finger-fucked me, I squeezed my boobs and pinched my nipples. Genette’s hand slid down her first-grader’s body, over her tummy and lower. Looking into Bella’s eyes, I registered the exact moment that Mommy touched between her legs.

These erotic sights and sensations were too much for me. The waves of pleasure rose quickly, and I let them carry me away. “Genette!” I cried.

“Bev, wait!” Genette gasped back, thrusting a hand below the screen. “Oh … oh, Cami!” she cried. “God, yes, suck my clit!” She writhed in her chair, just like I was—and now I knew why!

I held on as long as I could, my arousal cresting at the implications of what I saw and heard. Then, just as Genette started shrieking, those massing waves crashed over me.

“Fuck, Bev, FUCK!”

I climaxed right along with this gorgeous mother, screaming her name as she orgasmed to mine.

“Fuck …” I gasped as I recovered. “Was … was Camille down there the whole time?” I nodded toward the bottom of the screen.

Genette grinned wickedly. “Come up, dear,” she cooed, pulling up a naked, flat-chested little beauty with auburn hair that was tangled and matted in sweat.

Camille smiled sheepishly at me, then formed the shape of a heart with her girlish hands. I smiled back and made a larger heart with mine, framing a breast for her.

“And you?” Genette asked, nodding at the bottom of the screen as well.

“Like mother, like mother!” I laughed, and pulled up … Ashley! I should have guessed, given her experience pleasuring me the other morning. Her little sister Olivia popped up right after. Bare as nymphs, the girls clung to me affectionately and waved at the screen.

Camille blew a kiss, and Ashley blew one back. Both their mouths glistened with wetness.

Hmm. Were those two in cahoots? Had they set up this encounter? Ashley was one grade higher, but I’d seen them play together often enough at recess.

Genette grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “When I told you we had lots in common, Bev, my source was this little birdie who heard from that little birdie”—she pointed at Ashley—“about all the wicked things you’ve been doing with your lovely little girls.”

My eyes widened in shock, and I shot a glance at Ashley. Had they been texting? Sexting? “Young lady—” I began.

“Don’t be angry!” Genette interrupted, coming to Ashley’s rescue. “You haven’t done anything we haven’t tried—many times and more.”

For emphasis, Genette reached behind Camille and snaked a hand between the girl’s inner thighs. It emerged to cup the child’s bare vulva, the index finger teasing her little hood. In response, the nine-year-old shivered deliciously, licking her lips with a naughty smile. This was not the sweet innocent Camille that I knew from class!

“Welcome to my world, Bev,” said Genette, giving me a bewitching just-between-us wink.

“How long …” I wondered aloud.

“Since kindergarten … right, Mommy?” answered Camille.

“That’s right, sweetheart” Genette confirmed. “You looked so scrumptious in your little Catholic school-girl uniform, I just had to lick you!”

“Then I licked you, remember?”

I could hardly believe my ears. Despite all that I’d done with my own daughters, I could feel myself blushing.

“How could I forget?” Genette laughed, obviously enjoying the effect their incestuous banter was having on me. “You’re a natural, darling—the best pussy eater ever. As Bev’s now my witness, I’m quite the addict for that hot little mouth of yours …”

“What about me, Mommy?” Bella jumped in.

“You, dear, are the best tit sucker my boobs have had the pleasure to know.”

Both Flambeau girls looked pleased as pie. What a sex coven! I was floored—but also intrigued.

Genette glanced at me, her smile deepening. “Hmmm … looks like Ms. Nilsen might like to have a play date with you girls …”

I blushed more deeply, but couldn’t deny the unbidden thought of having Camille between my legs, and Bella at my breasts, especially after hearing their mother extolling their sexual virtues.

Then I imagined having Ashley and Olivia join them … and the very thought made me light-headed.

“I have a feeling,” Genette reflected, taking in the incestuous family portrait before her, “that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

On to Chapter Six!

 

Ripples, Chapter 26

  • Posted on August 8, 2020 at 2:41 pm

By Sapphmore &  JetBoy

This chapter refers to sexy doings and luscious girls in some of the early chapters — 2, 3 and 5, to be specific. You may want to glance at these, or simply consult the Ripples Chapter Links to refresh your memory. This will be covered on the final exam. Do enjoy. JetBoy

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For a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples

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“We can’t spend all day having sex!” Jess exclaimed.

“Why not?” said a grinning Bella to her girlfriend’s mum.

Jess rolled her eyes. “For one thing, your sisters will all start wondering where we are before very long… and if they come up and see what we’re up to, we’ll never make it out of the house. We’re supposed to be going to the garden centre, remember?”

“We could go a little later,” Bella replied. “I still want to lick your cunt, Auntie Jess.”

Rachel was gazing at her twelve-year-old in awe. Bella had been so timid at first when learning about sex… and though she’d enjoyed it immensely, still had trouble shedding her inhibitions in those moments when lust was in the air and the clothes were just starting to come off. Not anymore, Rachel marvelled. Bella’s become a bold little miss, not afraid to ask for what she wants. 

It’s been a real plus for our families, the lot of us becoming lovers, she decided. Seems like we’re all happier than before, better rounded as people. Who’d have thought?

“And I want you to lick me, love,” Jessica was saying, taking Bella’s hand in hers. “But right now, I don’t think I could come again if I tried. That last workout bloody well did me in!” She sniffed herself. “And I need another shower, damn it.” She glanced over at Rachel. “I’ll be taking this one on my own.”

“It’s probably the only way you’ll stay clean,” Rachel replied, sporting a wolfish grin.

“Listen, Bel,” Jess said, “I promise that the next time sex is had in this house, you and I will both be part of it… and I’ll let you eat my pussy for as long as you like. Fair enough?” The twelve-year-old nodded, and Jess gave the girl a lingering kiss before announcing, “Okay, all, let’s get ourselves cleaned up, for real this time, then get dressed. This show is hitting the road for Willett’s at noon!”

Jess swung both feet over the side of the bed, the strap-on now feeling a bit awkward. She stood, peering down at the protrusion between her legs, as if it were something that had grown on her overnight. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, she couldn’t resist swivelling her hips, watching the rubbery appendage sway from side to side.

Now I see why men like to shake it about in front of a mirror, she thought, recalling a ribald conversation on a girly night out where the subject of the “willy mirror” came up. When she’d asked what it was, the other girls laughed. Haven’t you ever noticed, one of them replied, the way men like to place the vanity mirror on the shelf behind the toilet with the magnified side positioned so they could watch themselves piss? Jess had laughed it off, remarking that she didn’t realise there was a name for it. The truth was that her ex-husband Mark had never indulged in such behaviour, and he was the only man she’d ever lived with.

Can’t believe he’s only been gone for three years, she reminded herself. Seems like a whole lifetime ago. He’d keel over in his tracks if he knew about the kind of fun and games I’m having these days. 

Just then, Alice, who was eyeing her cock-sporting mother in a very thoughtful way, said, “Mum, it’s still only ten-thirty, a bit early to leave for Willett’s. What if we–”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Rachel broke in, but your mother is right, we can’t spend all our time having sex. For a start, all this physical activity just might give us old ladies heart attacks before we’ve even had our afternoon tea. Now do as Jess says and go get yourselves cleaned up and dressed.”

“Okay, okay,” Alice said, not without the hint of a pout. “But we’ll do more stuff tonight, won’t we?”

“Just try and stop us,” Rachel replied. “Now, be off! You girls are hereby banished from this kingdom…at least, until tonight, once we’re all out of our clothes again.”

Amused, the daughters acquiesced — Bella leaning over to kiss Rachel, followed by Alice. They crawled on hands and knees to the edge of the bed, presenting a pair of beautiful bums to Rachel’s appreciative eyes, almost causing her to change her mind right there and then. Both girls went over to get kisses from Jess, then made a silent exit, Bel closing the door behind.

Jessica began to unbuckle the straps of the sex toy from round her waist, but Rachel stopped her. “Whoa there, lover. Not so fast!”

A puzzled Jess looked up at her lover. “I thought you said…”

“Screw what I told the girls. Let’s get in the shower. I want you to fuck my arse with that big boy.”

“You’re kidding, right? It’s enormous. You’ll almost be tasting it!”

“Only one way to find that out. Alice did a pretty good job of getting me ready, licking my bum like she did. Got me right in the mood for some hot back-door action.” Leaping from the bed, Rachel seized Jessica’s hand, all but dragging her towards the bathroom.

“Jeez, Rach, hold your horses.” But Jess trotted after her anyway, the appendage swaying wildly with each step.

Once inside, Jess reached into the large cubicle to turn the water on. When the shower had been installed, she’d made a point of having it equipped with an extra-powerful head that gushed hot water like a monsoon. She was about to get in when Rachel stopped her.

“Um, wait. Have you got any lube? It’s been awhile since I’ve taken it in the arse.”

“Good point,” Jessica said, and hurried back to her bedside night table. Plucking the tube of K-Y from the top drawer, she returned to the bathroom to find Rachel soaping her body down beneath the cascading water.

Climbing inside, Jess drew Rachel into her arms, and their mouths met in a hard, hungry kiss.

Coming up for air, Rachel gasped, “Christ almighty, watching you eating Bel’s cunt and rimming her was so fucking hot… and when she squirted in your face, I nearly lost it. I think she’s a bit smitten by you, our Bella. Then again, like mother, like daughter, right? But enough chit-chat; would you please fuck me now?”

Jess smiled. “Since you asked so nicely.” She gave Rachel’s right buttock a hard slap, prompting a squeal from her lover. “Bend over, woman… I want that juicy bum of yours.”

“Mmmm, so forceful — I love it!” Rachel quickly got down on all fours, hands spread out on the tiles as she wriggled her arse. “Ooh, yes, Mistress… I’ll do anything you want, anything.” She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes dancing. “This reminds me of how you behaved the other day — when we fucked in the car, remember? I think you’re starting to like ordering me around. Whatever happened to that timid, reserved Jessica, anyhow?”

Jess had to laugh. “Damned if I know. Perhaps I was just waiting for the right woman.” Kneeling behind Rachel, she grasped the latex cock in her right hand. “Then again, it could just be from wearing this thing.”

With her free hand, Jess used her thumb to pop the cap of the K-Y open before she squirted a dollop of the clear gel between Rachel’s slightly parted cheeks. She tossed the tube back into the corner of the shower cubicle, then began to spread the cool lubricant over and around the taut rosebud. That accomplished, Jess slid a finger into the warmth of her lover’s rectum.

“Fuck, that feels divine,” Rachel sighed. “Do me a favor, Jess — before you go into my arse for real, give my cunt some love, will you? Just a few strokes to get me humming.”

“Fair enough.” Reaching between Rachel’s thighs, Jess made sure that her pussy was nice and wet, tracing the smooth slit with a fingertip. Guiding the head of the dildo to the moist opening, she pressed forward.

Rachel closed her eyes as she felt the tip of the phallus enter her vagina, then pushed back to meet her partner’s forward thrust. There was no resistance; the rubbery cock slid easily past the slick walls of her vaginal muscles as though they had retained the memory of its last visit.

A wave of contentment washed over Rachel as she submitted to the dominance of her lover, realising that, despite her assertive nature when it came to sex, it felt surprisingly good to have her partner take the lead. Her husband had always preferred the passive role, always giving in to Rachel’s sexual demands to the point of letting himself be fucked by a strap-on, the same one Jessica was using on her.

Jessica fell into a steady rhythm, the slippery cock pistoning again and again into the juicy cunt, her belly smacking against Rachel’s arse with each stroke. She felt a new, exciting sensation course through her, a sense of power that was downright exhilarating. Having already been on the receiving end of this strap-on twice, she was well familiar with the pleasures it generated — but now that she was doing the actual fucking, it gave her a whole new kind of wicked thrill. Bloody hell, I could get used to this!

Taking her hands from Rachel’s hips, she slid them upward — along her partner’s sides, over the rib cage, bending down until her tits were pressing against Rachel’s back while she reached underneath to feel the shape and heft of her lover’s beautiful breasts. She took the nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, rolling them, tugging them, this last move drawing a surprised yelp from the kneeling brunette.

“Shhh!” Jess hissed, bringing her lips to Rachel’s ear. “We sent Ali and Bel away when they still wanted to fuck, so we can’t let them know what we’re up to right now, understand?” She punctuated that last word with a twist of Rachel’s left nipple, harder this time.

“Ooohh!” Rachel gasped, but managed to keep the volume down. “You bitch,” she panted, twisting round to nuzzle Jessica’s face. “This is — oooh! — it’s g-getting you off, isn’t it — taking me like a cheap slag?”

“I… I think so, yeah,” Jess admitted, grinding the dildo around inside Rachel’s cunt. “You like it?”

“Fuck me, yes. Er, and speaking of fucking me… what you’re doing feels lovely, but, um, don’t forget which hole I’m really gasping to get done in…”

“No,” Jess fired back. “Not until you ask nicely. The way your mistress deserves.”

Rachel fell into her role without hesitation. “Oh, my lovely, strong mistress… please, please take that cock and stuff it up your slut’s arsehole.”

“Better,” Jess murmured. Giving her submissive lover a few more hard strokes, she carefully withdrew the glistening shaft from Rachel’s cunt, then placed the tip against the lubricated pucker of her anus and pressed forward until the head popped inside.

“Jesus sodding Christ,” Rachel moaned, throwing her head back. “Ohhhh, k-keep going!” She hastened to add, “Um, please?”

“I’m not hurting you, then?”

Rachel quickly insisted, “No, it’s okay, really, don’t stop.”

Jess began to slowly pump her hips back and forth, working the slippery cock a few millimetres deeper each time. Rachel responded by pushing back almost impatiently, trying to force more of it inside.

Now Jess was taking longer, harder strokes, amazed at how far the shaft was able to penetrate Rachel’s arse. Fucking hell, this thing would split me in half!  Steadily increasing her depth and speed, Jess soon found a good steady rhythm, but still found herself reluctant to thrust as hard as she was able, for fear of damaging her lover internally.

The doubled over brunette had no such worries, though. She met Jessica’s thrusts with gusto, jacking her body back to match Jessica’s motion, reaching between her legs to rub furiously at her clitoris. It had been a long time since she had been sodomised — probably the time she and her husband picked up a student at a bar in Barcelona, and the men had teamed up to take her in both holes at once. She made a mental note to persuade Jess of the delights of double penetration, already contemplating the many variations on that familiar sex technique that they might explore, particularly with the girls to assist.

Rachel’s climax built hard and fast until it possessed her completely, a giant fist squeezing, crushing her… and it felt absolutely glorious. She arched her back, drawing in a deep breath she intended to release as a scream — then just in the nick of time, remembered that she was supposed to be quiet, and clapped a hand over her mouth. With only one hand left to support herself, the brunette slumped forward until her head was resting on the wet tiles of the shower floor. Jess had gone still, leaving the entirety of that enormous cock buried in Rachel’s arse.

No longer feeling the need to cry out, Rachel uncovered her mouth, panting, “Oh, fuck. Oh my God, Jess… p-please don’t take it out just yet, stay inside me…“ Taking a few long, deep breaths, she began to lightly tease her clit.

Clutching Rachel’s hips while she got her own wind back, Jess watched in awe as a shiver raced through the woman’s frame — then another. Christ, is she about to come again!?

Rachel was bowed forward, forehead resting on one arm as she fingered herself with her free hand, trembling from head to toe — only these quivers were so tiny that Jess felt, rather than saw them.

Then a choked gasp broke from the brunette’s throat as she was swept up in another climax, this one less intense than the first. Jessica moved her hips around a bit, hoping to heighten her lover’s pleasure. Finally, Rachel’s body gave a hard jerk, then went limp, threatening to slump to one side.

Oh, hell — did she just pass out on me? Jess wondered, holding Rachel up as best she could while slowly withdrawing the cock from her rectum. She scooted back toward the wall of the cubicle, cradling the limp woman in her arms. “Are you okay, darling?” Jess murmured, wearing a look of concern that was half hidden by her wet hair.

Rachel’s eyes flickered open. “Holy shit, I’d forgotten what that felt like,” she mumbled, then wrapped both arms round Jessica’s neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss. When their mouths drifted apart, Rachel paused to give Jess a tiny peck on the nose, then began to struggle to her feet. “Think my bloody legs have stopped working,” she said, grimacing as she flexed her limbs. “Did we just fuck, or did you heave me into a cement mixer?”

Jess snorted with laughter. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, hoisting herself into an upright position. She moved forward to where Rachel stood and kissed her again, taking hold of her lover’s hands as they dangled lifelessly by her side. As their bodies came together, the swaying latex shaft pressed between Rachel’s legs to brush against her clitoris. They kissed slowly and lovingly, their fingers intertwined.

The smaller woman leaned back against the tiles, still breathing heavily. Using a hand to clumsily sweep her hair to one side, she gave the redhead a weary smile. “I love you, Jessica Matthews.”

“Ditto, Rachel Thomas.” Giving her a slap on the bum, Jess added, “Now come on, let’s get cleaned up! We’re dirtier now than when we got in.” Reaching for the clasp of the strap-on harness, she began to remove the toy from around her waist.

“Positively glazed with sweat and eau de pussy,” Rachel snickered, moving to stand beneath the shower head, winking at Jess as the cascading water plastered her hair over her face.

They moved together under the water’s flow and soaped each other, taking a moment to fondle the latex cock together as they washed it, too. After a quick rinse, Jess and Rachel emerged pink and glistening from the cubicle and onto the bathmat. They used large, soft towels to pat themselves down before drying their hair, then returned to Jessica’s bedroom to dress for the day, Rachel taking hers from the small bag she’d brought along.

“I really ought to bring some of my wardrobe over here,” she said, stepping into fresh knickers. “And you should take some of your things over to my place, now that our sleeping arrangements have become so… flexible.”

Fucking arrangements, you mean,” Jess replied, and they shared a laugh.

When they finally came downstairs, all five of the girls were in the living room, idly watching TV while waiting for their mums. Minutes later, they all packed into two cars, ready to enjoy a lovely day out.

***

At the garden and leisure centre, Jess and Rachel took a leisurely stroll while the girls raced excitedly from one attraction to the next. Even Alice and Bella, who liked to think of themselves as grownups, got caught up in the childish fun in spite of themselves — riding the carousel, laughing as they watched the goats run up and down the ramps and bridges inside their pen, stroking lambs and cooing at fluffy baby rabbits in Pets Corner, watching the spectacular flying displays of the birds of prey.

After a while, their party had built up an appetite, so off they went for lunch at the indoor play centre, where they elected to dine on the outside terrace facing the lake. The girls sat at one table, chattering and giggling like any other family group, while the two mothers took a smaller cafe table nearby. They mostly discussed mundane things, the excitement, surprise and shock of the previous night and eventful morning seemingly forgotten.

It was Rachel who changed the subject from work, lowering her voice. “You know, Jess, when you told Laura about having it off with Sally this morning, it got me thinking. Remember when we both confessed our little dalliances to one another — you with Sally, me with Millie?”

Jess nodded. “Yes, I remember. I also recall you getting ideas about getting together with them both for some potential foursome fun.”

“That’s right. Well, first we talked about setting them up with each other, but then got the idea of offering to join in — you know, so we can give them some practical tips about lesbian sex.”

“As I recall, Sally seemed to know what she was doing in bed well enough… but I doubt she’d have an issue with another cute girl and a sexy mature woman making a party out of it.”

“A ‘sexy mature woman’, eh? Thanks ever so. Anyhow, I was thinking we might get Millie and Sally both over to my place one morning this week. The girls will be off for summer soon, and we might not get too many chances for a bit of extracurricular hanky panky. God knows our daughters are more than enough to keep us busy, but as they say, variety is the spice of life. I think it’ll be fun.”

Jess looked into Rachel’s mischievous eyes, a slight smile forming on her lips. “I suppose we’d be doing them a favour… in a very altruistic way, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Rachel replied, moistening her lips in a very lewd fashion.

“Seriously, though — where on earth can sixteen-year-old girls go to find other girls to hook up with? They’re a bit young to go to clubs; I don’t think either of them could pass for twenty-one.”

“That’s settled, then. I’ll call you later after I’ve checked the rota to let you know when I can get the morning off. Charlotte’s working today, so I’ll be covering tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to see if Bella and Cindy can come to lunch at Stella’s with me and my girls?”

“No it’s okay, they’ll be fine on their own; it’s only until 2 o’clock. And anyway, they need to get their homework done, their school stuff ready… and they certainly need an early night.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

Rachel lowered her voice further. “You know what will happen if they do. I’ll come over to pick them up, and all seven of us we’ll end up fucking the night away in every kinky comnbination we can think of. But I’m going to miss sleeping next to you, lover.”

“Wow, since when did you become the sensible one?” Rachel just rolled her eyes, and Jess added, “But I think you’re right. We should probably keep our girls on the straight and narrow a bit… you know, limit how often they can have fun with each other — and us, of course. We don’t want them going to school all shagged out from sex. It’s all new and exciting to them at the moment, but they have to learn how to be sensible. Like you said, we can’t be having it off day and night.”

Before Rachel could respond, the girls drifted over, Cindy asking their mums if they could go to the reptile and insect house next.

After another couple of hours, they left; each family to their own home, despite protestations from all five girls. That evening, both mothers allowed their girls to sleep where they wanted, but declared their own bedrooms off limits. Strong as their own needs could be, Jessica and Rachel needed a rest from the boundless energy of their sex-hungry daughters.

***

When Sunday morning came round, the Matthews household started the day like any normal family. After breakfast, Alice helped Jess clear up, while Poppy watched TV and Katie got engrossed in a book. Once the kitchen was back in order, Jess did a little housework and Alice went upstairs and listened to music.

Later that morning, Jess told the girls to sort out what they were going to wear for their outing to Stella’s home, then adjourned to her room to do the same, quickly settling on a light, flowery summer dress. She spent a few minutes taming her hair and applying a hint of makeup, then went to her door. “Girls? Are you ready? I want to leave a bit early; pick up some sort of treat at the shops to bring with us.”

One by one, the girls emerged from their rooms… and Jess was a little surprised to see them all wearing dresses similar to hers, so they resembled miniature versions of their mother. Alice and Katie’s dresses had flowers, while Poppy had gone with polka dots.

Pleased with their choices, Jess smiled. “Well, look at my gorgeous girls, looking all girly.”

“We peeped to see what you were wearing, and then decided to all dress the same,” said Katie, the one who, until recently, never wore anything but jeans and baggy shirts. Once again, Jess reflected on how much happier her nine-year-old was now, since they’d all become lesbian lovers.

Poppy offered her own take. “Yeah, so now we look like the models in the magazines.” She flounced her skirt with a giggle.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jess said. “Shall we be on our way, then?”

Enroute to Stella Morrison’s house, they stopped at a florist, then at an Italian delicatessen to pick up some tiny cream-filled pastries. A few minutes later, they arrived at the Morrison residence.

“Alice, would you ring the bell?” Jess asked, handing the flowers to Katie, then carefully picking up the box of pastries before locking the car.

“There’s a note, Mum,” Alice called back. “It says to go through the side gate, straight round to the garden.”

Opening the gate, the Matthews party made their way down the side of the house, soon emerging into a well tended, secluded garden. They could hear The Beach Boys playing, the music growing louder as they approached.

As Jess turned the corner first, she noticed a pair of legs disappearing through the French doors, then she spied Stella facing away on the other side of the patio, slipping on a short cotton kaftan. Jess was surprised that her friend appeared to be wearing just a pair of bikini bottoms and no bra, then assumed that she’d just been in the large hot tub that was enclosed in a nearby gazebo.

Before Jess could speak, Stella turned and waved. “Jess! Hello, how are you?”

As the girls followed behind, Jess advanced to where her friend stood. “Hi, Stella. Er, we’re not too early, are we?”

“No, not at all. Please, come in!” the attractive blonde responded as she adjusted the thin material of the kaftan, which did little to hide her charms. Stella extended her arms wide to welcome Jess, leaning in to kiss both her cheeks.

Jess had to hold the box of pastries to one side, so they wouldn’t get crushed in their embrace. As their bodies met, she couldn’t help but notice how Stella’s nipples could easily be felt through the light cotton kaftan.

Drawing away, Stella noticed Jessica’s daughters, who were trailing behind her. “Oh my, don’t you girls look adorable. I feel positively underdressed!”

As if on auto-cue, Alice quickly responded. “You look really nice, Ms Morrison.”

Pausing to study Alice, the blonde was surprised to see an unexpected but very familiar look on her face. The young girl appeared to be openly appraising her body, not unlike the looks she got from most men… and more than a few women.

Thinking she had misread that look, she said, “Why, thank you, sweetheart! Oh, and do call me Stella.”

Behind her, Jess threw a glance at Alice, the tightness of her jaw making it obvious that her twelve-year-old  was pushing it. She diverted Stella’s attention by proffering the box she held. “I brought these, but you might want to put them in the fridge. Those flowers Katie has are for you, too.”

Seeing the shop name on the box, Stella clapped her hands together, delighted. “Ooh, I love Nico’s pastries, and the flowers are beautiful, thank you.” She took the bouquet from Katie, smiling sweetly at the girl. I must say, though… they look even nicer when someone pretty like you is holding them.” She glanced around at her guests. “Please, make yourself comfortable while I put these inside, then I’ll get us some drinks.”

As she disappeared into the house, Jess turned to Alice. “Behave yourself, young lady. You were practically undressing her with that look.”

Her face a portrait of innocence, her daughter replied, “Well, she is pretty much already undressed, Mum.” Katie and Poppy giggled in response.

Jess sighed. “Just… look, all I ask is that you show a little restraint, Alice. Surely you’re getting enough sex at home to keep you satisfied? It’s not a good idea to flirt like that with grown women… especially when the woman in question is a friend of mine.”

“Sorry, Mum,” Alice replied, looking rather sheepish. “You’re right. I — I’ll be more careful.”

“Good girl.” She gave Alice a peck on the cheek, then did the same for Katie and Poppy. “I’m going to sit down and relax for a bit. You girls have a look around if you like. Don’t break anything.”

Jessica seated herself in a cushioned patio chair, and the girls started wandering around the garden, taking in the sights. There were several beautifully done topiary animals, a small pond, some blooming flower beds, a dozen or so bonsai trees, and the gazebo, which was decorated with coloured lights that illuminated the hot tub tucked inside.

Relaxing into her seat, Jess hummed along as “Fun, Fun, Fun” ended, then smiled as it was immediately followed by ”Warmth of the Sun.” She could see that the girls were also enjoying the music. Even at their tender age, her daughters were familiar with the Beach Boys, Jessica having informed them more than a few times that they were the greatest band ever to grace the airwaves, and that Carl Wilson’s voice was a gift from God himself.

Hearing footsteps coming from behind, Jess glanced toward the house to see Stella’s fourteen-year-old twin daughters Lacey and Sienna coming down the stairs toward her, having just emerged from the French doors. A pang of arousal mingled with guilt washed over her as she recalled the last time she’d seen those two.

It had been in the store changing area, where she’d watched the girls from afar as they casually stripped off to their underthings. Minutes later, she’d come down to greet them and Stella, only to have Sienna and Lacey blatantly flirt with her. Afterward, Jess happened to overhear a conversation between the girls and their mum where Stella seemed to be perfectly fine with her daughters’ behaviour, even hinting that she found Jessica attractive herself.

Jess had treated herself to a frantic bout of masturbation in her office right after they left, all the while fantasising about the twins, picturing them naked and swapping deep kisses.

Now here they both were, smiling hugely at Jessica as they approached. It didn’t help that the girls were dressed in matching denim miniskirts and skimpy tank tops, their breasts bouncing, nipples straining at the material.

Drawing close, the girls spoke, almost in unison. “Hello, Ms Matthews.”

Before Jess could reply, a twin was standing on either side of her chair. Then, just as if they’d rehearsed it beforehand, each girl bent to kiss a cheek — then let a hand casually rest on her leg just above the knee, where the hem of her dress ended. It sent a tingle up Jessica’s thigh that hit her clitoris like a static shock.

As they pulled away, each still bent at the waist and smiling at her, Jess looked into the face of the twin to her left — that’s Lacey, she decided — then her eyes were helplessly drawn down to the gap created by the low-cut tank top, which offered her a tantalising peek at the teen’s breasts.

Before she could stop herself, Jessica turned to her right to see the near-mirror image of Sienna, her own flawless titties on display. Suddenly, she felt like a gazelle cornered by a pair of hungry lionesses.

Why do these girls have this effect on me? Silly question; they’re intensely sexual for their age. Or am I especially turned on because they’re twins?

An unexpected dryness in her throat caused Jessica’s voice to crack a little as she spoke. “Hello, girls.”

Sienna giggled. “It’s nice to see you again, Ms Matthews. You look lovely today.”

As Jess struggled to compose herself and come up with a reply, she was saved by Stella, who came through the French doors, bearing a tray of soft drinks for the girls. Jess looked round for her daughters, only to see the three of them standing nearby. She noticed a look of surprise on Alice’s face, the corner of her mouth betraying a faint smile.

“Here you are girls… help yourselves,” Stella said, placing the tray on a small cafe table. “I’ll bring the food out in a few minutes.”

The twins padded over to greet their young visitors, but stole backward glances at Jessica. At that instant, she longed to have them, both of Stella’s daughters. Preferably at the same time, she thought.

Just then, Lacey looked her way yet again — and this time, Jess quickly peered off into the distance, not wanting her eyes to give away the lewd thoughts that were cavorting through her head. You’re being ridiculous, she admonished herself. Weren’t you just trying to convince Alice that she was getting enough sex already? For fuck’s sake, why are you perving on someone else’s kids?

It doesn’t matter why, she answered herself. I want them, that’s all. Wonder what they’re saying to the girls?

Across the patio, the twins had just given Jessica’s daughters affectionate hugs, and were now commenting on their attire.

“Omigosh, you guys look so pretty,” one of them said. “Look, Lace, aren’t they gorgeous in those dresses?”

Lacey replied. “Oh they are, they are… they look good enough to eat.”

Not yet worldly enough to decipher the hidden meaning behind those words, the two younger Matthews blushed a bit as they thanked the twins, Poppy doing a playful twirl.

As for Alice, she began to study Lacey and Sienna in a wholly different light. She’d spent time with them now and again since Mum opened her shop, though not often enough to be close friends. Still, despite the two years’ difference in their ages, they’d gotten along well enough. Hanging out with the twins made her feel more grown up, and she’d always admired their dress style.

But after observing the attention they were giving her mother — and the clearly flustered way in which Mum had responded — Alice was paying attention to the things Sienna and Lacey said, as well as the looks they gave each other. Something’s going on here, she decided. I’ll have to ask Mum about it later. 

Of course, seeing the twins for the first time since deciding she was gay, Alice did have to admit that they were both incredibly hot. At the moment, though, she felt a greater attraction to their mother, and found herself stealing yet another look at the luscious older woman, practically naked under that thin kaftan…

The five girls congregated round the table to get their beverages, but the twins kept surreptitiously glancing over to Jess, their seemingly innocent faces only partially masking the predatory interest in their eyes.

Stealing another nervous peek at them, Jess started when she heard, “Earth to Jessica!”

The spell shattered, she hastily turned to face a clearly amused Stella. “Sorry, Stel… um, what were you saying?”

“I just asked what you wanted to drink, but you seemed miles away.”

“Sorry, I was just… admiring the hot tub. I’ll have a small white wine if you have it, please.”

“Is the Pope Catholic?” Stella quipped. Stepping over to a brightly coloured plastic tub, she twisted the flat top and lifted it so the lid became a table, reached inside to grab a bottle of wine nestling in ice, seized a corkscrew and proceeded to pry it open, cooing with pleasure when the cork came free with a pop.

Plucking two glasses from a nearby bar cart, she deftly filled each one. “I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to open this wine. On my last buying trip to Florence, I managed to visit San Gimignano; I’ve wanted to go there for years. Oh my God, Jess, it’s so beautiful. It’s a small medieval town high up in the Tuscan hills, you can see for miles around. I picked up some really good local wines and some artisanal salami and a few other goodies — even white truffles, which cost more than gold over here. I’ll be going back soonest. You should join me; there are some fantastic designers there.”

Jess took the glass of wine Stella offered, not seeing the look in her eyes as their hands brushed. “Thanks. It sounds lovely. I was thinking of taking the girls to the Amalfi coast, maybe Sorrento and a few days on Capri… and I know they’d love to visit Pompeii and Vesuvius. We haven’t been on a proper holiday for ages, if you don’t count Cornwall or CenterParks.”

The blonde seated herself in a chair next to Jess. “Maybe we could combine a joint shopping trip and holiday with all the girls,” she suggested, trying to gauge Jessica’s reaction, but her friend seemed to be preoccupied.

Stella had her suspicions as to why, but pretended otherwise, affecting a look of concern. “Jess, I have to ask — is everything okay? You seem distracted.”

Jess turned to Stella, suddenly aware that she was being rude. “Oh, my… I’m so sorry, Stel. To tell the truth, I was just looking at the girls. They’re growing up so fast. Before I know it, Alice will be off to uni.”

“You have a few years yet before that happens,” Stella murmured, sinking back into her chair. “They’re delightful; just enjoy them.” She took a sip of wine.

Oh, I have been, Jess thought. You can’t imagine it, the ways that I’ve enjoyed my girls.

“Anyway, with the difference in ages, it’ll be more gradual for you. With the twins, they’ll probably go at the same time. I don’t know what I’d do without them. There are times they drive me mad, but they’re my life.”

“Aren’t they interested in taking over your gallery one day?”

“I don’t think they will,” Stella replied. “They’re more interested in fashion. In fact, they’ll probably come knocking on your door for a part-time job, soon as they reach sixteen.”

That thought made Jessica’s heart skip a beat. She said, “I don’t think Alice knows what she wants to do yet, but she’s quite artistic. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did the same to you — dropping by the gallery and touting for a job, I mean. I’m pretty sure Katie wants to be a writer, or a journalist like my sister Laura; she’s always got her head buried in a book. Poppy has her heart set on being in a girl band this month, but next it’ll probably be a ballerina — or a lorry driver, who knows? Here’s to daughters!”

With that, the two women clinked their glasses together. “To daughters,” Stella echoed. As she tilted her glass back, she noticed Alice again appraising her, saw the hungry look in her eyes, clearly focused on her breasts through the almost transparent kaftan, and her exposed thighs, now carelessly parted. Her body began to tingle, a sixth sense telling her that this was more than just adolescent curiosity.

Clearing the thought from her mind, she pushed herself up and called out, “Who’s for some food?” to a chorus of cheers from the gaggle of girls.

“Sounds good,” Jessica said. “Do you need any help?”

“Sure, Jess, thanks. I’ve got some chicken, sausages, fish and sweet peppers in the barbecue already.”

Jess glanced around, realising that she hadn’t noticed any smoke. Stella answered the questioning look on her friend’s face before she could ask, pointing to a large dome shape at the other side of the large terrace. “It’s ceramic and weighs a bloody ton, but you can get loads in it and it cooks fantastically, even does pizza. Best of all, you don’t have to stand over it and get smoke in your hair. Come, let’s get these girls fed.”

Jess followed Stella inside, unable to resist the temptation to stare at the blonde’s arse, barely concealed by her bikini bottoms through the see-through chiffon, then admired her tanned legs as they moved through the house.

Once in the kitchen, Stella sent Jess to the large double fridge to take out two large bowls of different salads while she opened the oven door to retrieve a tray of warm baguettes, which she quickly sliced and placed in a wicker basket. Jess took the bowls outside and Stella followed with the bread, some baps, and a tray of assorted cold meats and cheeses.

The girls swarmed to the table as Stella raised the lid of the ceramic barbecue, filling the air with the savoury aroma of cooking meat. Taking up a set of steel tongs, she deftly placed slabs of fish, pieces of chicken or fat sausages on every plate once she knew what each girl wanted. That accomplished, she took the roasted peppers inside to remove their blackened skins, then bought them out a few minutes later, sliced and marinating in olive oil and garlic. While she and Jess filled their own plates and took them back to their seats, the girls all sat round a large table, tucking into the feast.

Taking a bite of fish, Stella shook her head ruefully as she watched the girls. “Look at the twins, how full their plates are! It’s a miracle they’re so slim. I’ve no idea where they put it; must be all the physical exertion.”

“Oh, do they go to a gym? Or play a sport?” Still tingling with desire for her friend’s daughters, Jess couldn’t keep herself from sneaking looks at them. She lifted her glass to take a slow sip, taking a longer look as she tilted her head back, hoping the girls wouldn’t catch her at it.

She couldn’t bring it off; Sienna spotted her right away.

“They’re very energetic,” Stella was saying. “They do all sorts, including dance.”

Openly staring at Jess, the teen shifted in her seat to face her, then slowly moved her knees apart, causing the short denim skirt to ride up her thighs. The deliberate movement caused Jess to lower her gaze, only to be confronted by the unmistakable sight of Sienna’s exposed vagina.

Nearly dropping her fork, Jessica quickly averted her eyes, feeling her face grow hot. Bending over her plate, she carefully sliced a sausage into small bite-size pieces. “This is marvellous, Stel,” she said, feeling an utter fool.

“Thanks ever so. I do love to cook, especially for guests.”

Taking a quick glimpse at the girls’ table, Jess was certain she saw a smile of victory on Sienna’s lips. Determined not to let those damned twins get the better of her, she turned away, refusing to look again. At least for now, she told herself.

Jess and Stella exchanged casual chit-chat through the rest of their meal, while the girls all seemed to talk at once. As the plates were emptied of their contents, Stella got up to refresh the girls’ drinks, and Jess poured herself another glass of the wine, still feeling warm all over as she visualized Sienna’s baby-smooth cunt, wondering if Lacey shaved too.

As Stella rejoined Jessica, Lacey called out, “Mum, we’re going to show these guys around, okay?”

“Fine, fine… have fun, don’t make too much of a mess.”

Once the girls had vanished, their mothers settled down and made more small talk. Then, out of the blue, Stella asked, “So, Jess, are you seeing anyone these days?”

Jessica’s moment of truth had arrived. Taking another swallow of the crisp Italian wine, she placed her glass on the small table between them, taking a calming breath before turning to face her friend.

“Well, actually, I am seeing someone. I was planning to tell you today; in fact, you’ll be one of the first to know.”

Putting her own drink down, Stella leaned in to hear the news. “Oooh, spill the beans, girl. Is he fit? What’s he like in bed? Don’t leave out a single intimate detail!”

Jess laughed. “Stella Morrison, you are so bad.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you with a bloke for God knows how long. I’ve been downright worried! Come on, what’s his name?”

Taking another breath, Jess finally spoke. “Her name… is Rachel.” She studied her friend, trying to gauge her reaction, but Stella was just staring, her mouth gaping in surprise.

Eventually, she spoke. “I’m sorry; did you say Rachel as in Rachel… a woman? You’re dating a woman? So you’re…”

“Yes. It was hard for me to come to terms with it at first, but yes, I’m a lesbian.”

“Wow. I mean, wow. I didn’t expect that. Where on earth did you meet her, though? I can’t see you picking up potential lovers in gay bars.”

“No, that’s not it. I told you; I’m in a relationship with Rachel.”

Stella’s face showed confusion. “Yes, you said, but… Wait, wait a minute. You mean Rachel, as in Rachel Thomas?”

“The same.”

Slowly nodding her head as it all sank in, Stella broke into an awed grin. “You know, Rachel told me a long time ago over a glass of vino or three that she’d had some experiences with the ladies, but I guess she always seemed straight as a ruler to me. Tell me, how long have you two been an item? I haven’t seen you with her — I mean, like, out as a couple.”

“A few weeks. We’re just starting to tell our friends.”

Taking up her glass again, Stella settled back in her seat, eager to know more. “How did this come about? I want the whole sordid story.”

Jess had to laugh at that. “Well, here’s the condensed version first: a girly night in, a couple of bottles of Chablis and an all girl porno DVD.”

Stella arched an eyebrow. “And that’s all it took to turn you on to women?”

“It wasn’t quite that simple. We were bemoaning our lack of dates and what with the wine and the action on screen, we ended up kissing, then made out for a while. Nothing else happened until a few days later after a few of us went to a new club in Oxford, which turned out to be ‘girls only’ night, if you know what I mean. That evening was quite an eye-opener. I popped into your gallery to invite you, but you were away in France.  Anyway, I stayed over at Rachel’s, as our girls were on school trips or sleepovers… and it just happened.”

“‘Just happened?’ That’s all the story I’m getting? You can do better than that, love. Did you get your fingers wet, at least?”

“Christ, Stella!” Her friend only smirked. “Fine, fine. If you must know, we started in practically as soon as her front door closed. We got naked, then Rachel went down on me. It was fantastic.”

“Ooooh, nice,” Stella cooed. “You returned the favor, I hope…?”

“Oh, of course. We did a sixty-nine a few minutes later, then fell asleep.”

“Any regrets the next morning?”

Jess shook her head. “Not a single one. In fact, soon as we woke up, Rach put on this huge bloody strap-on cock and fucked me silly before I went home. It turns out she’s had feelings for me for some time. Anyhow, we talked things over and decided to make a go of it as a couple.”

Stella seemed somewhat pensive. In fact, she was recalling the episode in Jessica’s store a few weeks back, and her dismissal of the twins’ assertion that Jess was checking them out. “So who else knows?”

“Besides the girls, of course, only my sister Laura. Oh, and Caterina at the shop. We both intend to come out to our employees tomorrow. My mum doesn’t even know yet. She’s on a cruise, not due back until next week.”

“How do your daughters feel about it? And Rachel’s girls?”

“Oh, they all love having two mums and additional sisters.” She gave Stella a thoughtful look. “How about you, Stel? What do you think about it?”

Reaching for her glass, Stella lifted it in a toast. “As one who’s no stranger to a bit of girl-on-girl action myself, I say good luck and wish you both every happiness. May your orgasms be plentiful and intense.”

It was Jessica’s turn to be surprised. “Oh, my — you mean you’ve been with other women as well?”

“Pretty much exclusively for a while now. It never occurred to me you might bowl for the other team, though.”

“You and me both. I’d never considered dating a woman. Hell, I’d never even thought about kissing another woman before. Now, I’ve become a sex fiend.”

“So it looks like I missed an opportunity, now you’re taken.”

“What, you mean you’ve thought about me like that?”

“Well, you know what they say about redheads being wild… and you are a beautiful, sexy woman, Jess. Let me put it this way: if it doesn’t work out between you and Rachel, ring me up.”

“We’re not just dating; it’s more serious than that. We’re committed to each other. Mind you, we are both up for new experiences and fun, so you never know.” Reaching out, she touched Stella’s silken thigh. “We want to make up for the time we wasted, looking for the right man.”

Stella’s head spun as she contemplated the scenario that her friend seemed to be hinting at: the chance to burn up the sheets with two lovely women instead of one. As she fought to control her excitement, certain other intriguing possibilities came to mind. She resolved not to push her luck, but couldn’t help testing the water just a little.

Watching Jessica’s face closely, she said, “I suppose I should have picked up on something, that day I brought Lacey and Sienna to your shop.”

“What do you mean?” Jess replied, feeling an icy twinge of apprehension.

“Well, I couldn’t credit it myself… but the twins reckoned you were checking them out.”

Oh, God. Oh, my God. “Stella, I — I hope you don’t think there was anything going on, that I was making any kind of play for your daughters.  I mean, I wasn’t …”

Stella hastened to calm her. “Don’t worry, Jess. I don’t blame you for looking. They are beautiful, after all. Not to mention very flirty.”

Jess prayed that her face wasn’t betraying her thoughts. Trying to sound casual about it, she said, “Well, they’ve certainly matured into lovely young women. Mine are growing up so fast it takes my breath away. It’s easy to forget sometimes that Alice is only twelve.“

At the mention of Jessica’s eldest daughter, Stella thought about Alice… specifically, about the way that cute youngster had been looking at her earlier on. She recognized that look; knew exactly what it meant.  She wasn’t even trying to hide it, the blonde told herself. Now Jess tells me she’s gay, too… and all afternoon, I’ve seen her sneaking peeks at my girls. Interesting.

She reached for the wine bottle. “Can I top you up, Jess?”

***

Upstairs, the Matthews girls were being shown round the house by Sienna and Lacey. The twins had given their guests the grand tour — even going into Stella’s huge bedroom, which was elegantly laid out with ornate furniture, a deep lush carpet and some lovely pieces of visual art adorning the walls. Alice noted with interest that all these images, both painted and photographed, were of women, mostly in provocative poses. Then there was a small statue in one corner, hewn from rough stone, of a nude young girl cupping her belly with both hands.

As they turned to leave, something else caught the twelve-year-old’s attention. Resting on the carpet next to the night table there lay a jumble of straps and plastic that Alice quickly realized were a pair of slightly smaller versions of the cock that she’d used on her mum the previous evening. She couldn’t stifle a startled gasp — luckily, neither of the twins noticed.

As Lacey closed the door, a picture popped into Alice’s mind, an image of Stella using one of the toys on herself. But confusion followed as she realised that the sexy blonde wouldn’t need the straps if it was just her getting off, which begged the question: Who’s she using it on, or who’s using it on her… and why would she need two of them, anyhow?

Something was stirring in her mind, an idea trying to make itself known, but there wasn’t time to work it out. She resolved to tell her mother about what she’d seen, as soon as they had a private moment.

As the twins led their guests into Lacey’s bedroom, Alice sensed that something didn’t look right about the space, but was uncertain as to what it could be. While Lacey showed them around, Alice exclaimed and smiled and looked interested — all the while trying to figure out what it was about this room that rang false.

For the most part, it seemed like a typical teenage living space, only more upper class. There was a small sofa, which was clearly where Lacey spent much of her personal time, a cluttered desk, an even more cluttered dresser. A few items of clothing were strewn about, along with several glossy magazines and a couple of books. A queen-size bed occupied one side of the room, covered by a blue and white striped duvet.

Suddenly Alice knew what was off about the room: the bed. It was immaculately made, as if done by a professional, and looked as if it hadn’t been touched in days, much less slept in. It’s almost as though she never uses it, Alice thought. In her head, a door slowly drifted open.

There wasn’t time to ponder what she’d seen, though. Lacey was saying, “I’ve got a wicked cool idea… why don’t we have a fashion show?”

Katie and Poppy loved the idea, so Alice chimed in with her sisters, putting her suspicions to one side for the present. Actually, she was interested in getting a peek at what the Morrison girls had to wear.

Lacey threw open a huge fitted wardrobe that covered an entire wall, revealing an extensive array of dresses hanging on a long rail on the left, with the right hand side consisting of shelves crammed with a colourful assortment of clothes, racks at the bottom loaded with footwear and half a dozen pull-out trays for jewellery and accessories.

The Matthews siblings stared in awe at the expansive collection. Alice turned to Lacey. “Wow… these aren’t all yours, surely?”

“Yeah, they are,” said Lacey, nodding. “My sister’s closet looks just like this. Being twins, it’s practically mandatory we have a lot of the same things — sometimes exactly alike, sometimes the same but in different colours, so we can swap. But we each like our own stuff as well. Sometimes when people can’t tell us apart and we have different colours on, we tell them I’m in one colour and Sienna is in another, then we swap outfits in the loo later on… it’s such a laugh to see their faces!”

Katie laughed in delight. “That’s so cool.”

“How come you have so many clothes?” asked Poppy.

Sienna answered. “We’re very good girls, and Mum will do anything for us. She likes us to look nice.”

Turning back to the wardrobe, Alice noticed one broad shelf that held several neat piles of what appeared to be lacy lingerie in a multitude of colours.

“C’mon, let’s dress up,” Lacey cooed. “We love your mum’s shop; a lot of our stuff is from there.” She started sifting through the rack and paused, then took out a very short snake print dress made of soft, latex-like material, holding it up for the girls to see.

“This is my favourite. It’s so tight you can’t wear anything underneath, or it shows. Here, I’ll put it on for you.” Lacey passed the dress to Alice, then crossed her arms to grab the bottom of her vest and pull it up over her head, dropping it on the floor.

Although Alice had already noticed that neither of the twins was wearing a bra under their vests, it was still something of a surprise to see Lacey expose her breasts in such a casual way. And before Alice or her sisters could get a good look at her partial nudity, she was unzipping her short skirt, letting it drop to her feet. Now Lacey was naked from the waist down.

Bloody hell, Alice thought. She isn’t wearing knickers, either! 

As if by reflex, the Matthews sisters’ eyes were drawn to the teen’s smooth, peach-like pussy, which was topped by a neatly trimmed triangle of blonde pubes.

Lacey saw where the girls’ eyes were focused, which was exactly the response she’d hoped for. Then she saw a glance between the three of them, like a secret message being shared — and that caught her off guard. Lacey had exposed her naked body partly to shock, partly because… well, she was an exhibitionist, after all. Now, she wondered what that exchanged look meant, and what Alice and her sisters were thinking.

Before she could turn it over in her mind, Alice handed her the dress. “Here you go.”

“Ta very much.” Lacey stepped into it, then wriggled the dress up her slender frame. Adjusting the thin straps, she smoothed the material down her body, then held her arms wide and gave a slow pirouette.

“Isn’t that awesome?” Sienna said, gesturing at her sister. “It clings to you like skin, so you have to be naked underneath. I’ve got one, too.”

Moving closer to the girls on the bed, Lacey felt a wicked impulse that she couldn’t ignore. Jessica’s eldest daughter was growing up nicely and was blossoming into a real babe… but she hadn’t spent time with Alice’s younger sisters in a while, and very much liked what she could see of them now. She imagined what they’d look like out of those pretty dresses, a vision that made the fourteen-year-old tingle deliciously.

Edging nearer, she urged the girls, “Touch it… feel how light it is.”

She expected Alice to take up the offer, but the oldest of the Matthews girls seemed to be lost in thought. Instead, it was Katie who reached out first. The strawberry blonde placed a hand on Lacey’s hip, slowly allowing it to slip down to the outside of her thigh. Her next move took the older girl by surprise, as Katie moved her hand back up to stroke her rear, slowly caressing the curve of Lacey’s bum — but she was downright astonished when Katie placed the other hand on her flat tummy and let it drift downwards.

As Lacey began to experience a familiar heat beneath the skimpy dress, she glanced over at her twin to see Sienna’s wide-eyed reaction.

Suddenly, Poppy broke the spell. “Can I touch, too?”

Katie withdrew her hands, and Lacey shakily replied, “Sure, kiddo.”

Lacey wasn’t sure what to expect from this little girl — nonetheless, she couldn’t help but be shocked as Poppy placed a hand directly over her breast, causing the nipple to instantly harden and rise under the thin material.

Poppy squealed with delight. “Ooh, look! I can see your titties.”

A wide-eyed Sienna watched in awe as her sister’s body responded to Poppy’s touch. Suddenly needing to get in on this, whatever it was, she announced, “Well, if you think that dress is sexy, wait ‘til you see what I’ve got!” With that, she raced out of the room, calling, “Be right back!”

“It’s a pretty dress, and it looks really nice on you,” Poppy said with a nod, then moved back a step.

By then, Lacey was nearly beside herself with excitement. She didn’t know why these little girls were so casual about touching her body, but reckoned there was more sexy fun to be had with them.

Gathering her composure, she turned to Alice. “Would you like to try this on? You’re almost the same build as me.” Without waiting for a reply, she slipped the straps off her shoulders and wriggled the dress down her body. The nude teen proffered the garment to Alice. “It’ll look dead sexy on you, I bet.”

Stepping out of her shoes, Alice turned around, asking, “Can you unzip me?”

Lacey obliged, then Alice shrugged out of her flowery dress, which she carefully draped across the back of a nearby chair. Now she stood before the other girls in nothing but a pair of lace bikini panties.

Lacey drank in the view of the twelve-year-old’s body, looking her up and down. Mmmm, she’s gonna be a real stunner. “You’ll have to take your knicks off,” she murmured, a half-smile on her lips.

Trying to keep her excitement from showing, Alice tucked her thumbs beneath the elastic and pushed her panties down to the floor, then stepped out of them. Lacey took a moment to savour the sight of the girl’s lightly-downed vulva just as Sienna came charging back into the room, a glittery purple dress draped over her arm.

Sienna nearly froze in mid-step, taken aback to see a naked Alice standing before an equally bare Lacey, who handed their guest the snake print dress she’d just had been wearing.

As Alice took the garment, pausing to examine it, Sienna took the opportunity to disrobe just as quickly as her sister had, then walked over to stand beside Lacey, slipping an arm round her waist.

Alice was busy bending down to step into the dress, so she didn’t notice that there were now two nude girls standing before her, but Katie and Poppy gave each other a gleeful look before shifting their attention back to the undressed twins.

Pulling the dress up, then slipping her arms through the thin straps, Alice noticed that Sienna had stripped off, too. By then, it didn’t even surprise her. She strongly suspected that the twins were playing a game of seduction, and that was more than fine with her. In fact, she loved the idea of fooling around with these hot older girls.

Staring down at how the dress fit her, Alice frowned when she saw that it didn’t hang quite right, being just a tad looser on her than it was on Lacey’s more developed frame.

Lacey came forward to assist. “Here, let me.” Moving to Alice’s left, she started smoothing the material of the dress. Sienna stepped to the other side to join in. Now both girls were running their hands all over Alice’s body, pretending to eliminate wrinkles. They each trailed a palm down the twelve-year-old’s back and over her bum while also stroking the front, moulding the thin material to Alice’s smaller breasts.

Off to the side, Poppy and Katie watched the twins caress their big sister, knowing full well what Lacey and Sienna were up to. “Can we take off our dresses?” Poppy whispered.

“Not yet,” Katie softly replied. “Let’s wait until they’re really doing stuff. Like if they start kissing.”

Alice was purring with pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as she lost herself in the moment, those four hands gliding over her body. The material of Lacey’s dress was so thin that she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. And knowing she was being fondled by two very sexy twin sisters only drove her excitement higher and fed her desire, the way it was when Mum or Auntie Rachel or any of the girls in their new, larger family began making love to her. But this situation wasn’t the same as the safe environment of home, and she was uncertain as to what her next move ought to be.

If the girls attending to her now had been Alice’s siblings, she would have already been stroking their slits, or slipping her fingers down the creases of their bums. But she didn’t dare try something like that now, not until she was absolutely certain that Lacey and Sienna wanted the same thing. Her mother’s cautionary words from earlier still lingered.

Then, so abruptly it took her breath away, a hand — she knew not whose — slipped beneath the dress to touch her bare slit, then vanished just as quickly.

Alice’s eyes flew open, only to see both girls moving away, standing back to admire their subject like designers making last minute adjustments to their model before sending her up the catwalk.

Sienna spoke first. “Y’know, Alice, it won’t be long before you fill that dress out as nicely as Lacey does now.” As if to emphasise what she meant, she reached out to cup her sister’s breast.

“It looks amazing on you now, though,” Lacey chimed in. She gestured toward a large, ornate, free-standing mirror. “Go on, see for yourself.”

Her heart racing, Alice looked down at the dress before moving in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath before raising her head to look. Oh. My. GOD. she marvelled. Is that really me?

As she admired herself, reflecting how much older the dress made her look and feel, Sienna piped up. “My turn,” holding up her own glittering outfit. Stepping into it as her sister had done, she pulled it up, pushing her arms through the open sides. “Okay… what do you think?” As she stood back to present herself, the others could only gasp at the view.

With the sunlight streaming through the window, the bright purple material shone and sparkled. The front of the dress had a deep ‘V’ that plunged halfway down to her tummy, exposing her breasts to the point that they seemed in danger of popping out. She spun round to display the back, which was cut so low that the cleft of her bum was visible. It was a flawless arse, too — a juicy apple, perfectly rounded.

The stares of the three Matthews girls were interrupted by a call from downstairs. “Girls, dessert’s ready.”

That brought a halt to the proceedings. “Oh… bollocks!” Sienna pouted, folding her arms.

Katie and Poppy reluctantly wandered over to the door, then paused. Katie gave the twins a shy smile and said, “Thanks, Lacey. Thanks, Sienna. That really was fun.“

Poppy added, “Yeah, we should do this again.”

Lacey responded, “Oh we’d love to. Wouldn’t we, sis?”

Sienna nodded. “Absolutely.”

As the two young girls left the room, Sienna called out. “Tell our mum we’ll be right down.”

The receding voice of Katie answered, “Okay,” before the thunder of footsteps descended the stairs.

Taking one last wistful look at herself in the mirror, Alice shrugged out of the dress, then handed it to Lacey, who let it drop to the floor. The older girl smiled, then reached out for Alice, drawing their bare bodies together in a hug.

Twining her arms around Lacey’s waist, Alice felt herself grow lightheaded. God, she smells wonderful. Then her excitement doubled itself when she felt another equally nude form pressing against hers from behind. It was Sienna, who had clearly removed that purple dress.

It was exquisite, being sandwiched between these lovely girls, and Alice was unable to stop herself from moaning. Lacey pulled away slightly, her arms still wrapped round Alice, and smiled at the trembling girl, then leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the mouth.

A stunned Alice was unable to do much more than stare as Lacey released her, but she did gasp when Sienna’s lips brushed her neck before she, too, stepped away.

As if nothing at all unusual had just taken place, the twins nonchalantly started to put their skirts and vests back on, then Lacey hesitated, turning back to their guest. “Y’know, Alice, you should ask your mum if you can come over for a sleepover one night — or even a whole weekend! We could have lots of fun.”

Alice’s usual confidence had evaporated, leaving her speechless. There was no doubt that the twins wanted to do more than watch silly rom-coms, dish about boys and make popcorn. She realised that this was her first real test of whether she could keep the family’s secret under pressure.

But if they’re gay too, and something’s going on between them, what’s the harm?

No, she admonished herself. Not before talking to Mum.

She meekly replied, “Er, okay, sure. That sounds nice.”

Before the twins sensed something or began to quiz her, Alice quickly finished dressing, asked Sienna to zip her up, then left the room to join the others.

***

After dessert, the rest of the afternoon passed in a far more normal fashion, with the girls dancing, romping and playing games, the mums chatting. Somehow, Jess managed to avoid eye contact with Stella’s daughters, though there were plenty of knowing glances shared round between the girls. And Alice got a few looks from Ms Morrison — Stella, she reminded herself — that made the twelve-year-old shiver.

Eventually, the sun started to set, and Jess let her daughters know that it was time to go. As the girls swapped hugs all round, Jess and Stella stood apart.

“Thanks for lunch, Stel,” Jess said. “It was lovely, and the girls had a great time. Poppy told me that they had a fashion show upstairs.” She laughed. “We should have got them to model for us!”

Knowing what her daughters were capable of, Stella suspected that would have been a risky proposition indeed. Mind you, I’d like to see how Jessica would react. 

She gave Jess a brief but affectionate hug. “Let’s do this again soon, and next time, bring Rachel… with her daughters.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks again, Stella.” Turning to the group of chattering youngsters, she called out, “Come on, girls.”

As they gathered to depart, Stella reached out to brush Alice’s cheek with her fingers. “It was lovely to see you again, love. You know, you’re nearly as tall as the twins now… you could almost be triplets!”

Nervous though she was, Alice fought to seem calm as she gazed at the luscious older woman. “Thank you for inviting us, Ms Morr– Stella, I mean.” She blushed slightly. “I — I’d love to come again. Maybe next time we can, um, go in the hot tub?”

“Of course. I’m sure the twins would love to have you.” Stella looked deep into the girl’s eyes. And so would I, little lady… so would I.

Alice stepped aside and Stella bent to hug Katie and Poppy.

“It was lovely to see you girls. You two are looking more like your mum every day.”

Poppy replied, “Thanks, Ms Morrison… we had loads of fun, and the food was yummy!”

“Yes, thank you. It was a really fun day,” Katie added.

“I’m so glad.” Turning to Jess, she said, “Let’s meet up for a coffee in town soon.”

Jess hugged her. “That would be great.”

Just then, Sienna and Lacey sidled up to Jess and, without warning, took her in a warm, intimate embrace. A wave of helpless lust roiled and crashed through her, so intense that she wanted to scream.

“Bye, Jessica, we’re glad you came over,” Lacey murmured.

“We’ll probably see you in the shop soon,” Sienna said. We’re gonna need new bikinis for the summer.” The twins mercifully broke away from her, but those come-hither smiles of theirs…

The very thought of these two nymphs trying on swimwear in her presence nearly struck Jess speechless. Somehow she managed to stammer, “I – I’ll see you then,” almost forgetting to grab her handbag before they left.

Moments later, Jess was driving away, her heart still thumping. While Katie and Poppy were busy talking about the hot tub in the back, she turned to Alice.

“So, did you enjoy yourself?”

Glancing back at her younger sisters to assure herself that they weren’t paying attention, Alice leaned closer to Jessica and whispered. “Mum, I think we need to have a talk later. I could tell that Sienna and Lacey were really into you… but I also noticed that you seemed, I don’t know, kinda nervous around them. Is there something that happened with the twins that you never told me about?”

Jess suddenly felt as if Alice was the mother, she the child. “Well, there was this one day a few weeks back when they came to the shop with Stella. Nothing happened, mind you, but it was a very odd encounter. They were flirting with me then, I know that. And today, they were doing more than flirting — much more. I can’t believe how forward those two are.”

“Tell me about it,” said Alice, rolling her eyes.

“Why, what happened upstairs?”

Alice stole another look at her sisters, but they were still busy chatting. “I’ll tell you later, but I’m pretty sure of one thing. I think they’re like us — that they’re doing sex stuff with their mum.”

Jessica’s expression was one of surprise, then comprehension. “So I was right.”

“Mum?”

She shushed Alice, putting a finger to her lips. “We’ll talk.”

***

Back at the Morrison house, Stella sat down with the girls and told them the news about about Jess and Rachel coming out as a lesbian couple.

Lacey clapped in glee as both girls looked at each other, sporting huge smiles. “We told you, that day in her shop, Mum. She was absolutely checking us out!”

“No, you were right about that,” Stella said. “In fact, when she told me about her relationship with Rachel, I remembered that day and teased her about it. I actually told Jess that you girls noticed her staring, and that’s when she got very defensive. So I said I was just pulling her leg, but that’s when I knew. Of course, all I had to do was watch the way she kept sneaking peeks at you girls.” She paused, gazing thoughtfully at her daughters. “By the way… Jessica seemed to get awfully flustered at one point while we were eating. Any idea as to why?”

A grinning Sienna raised a hand. “Guilty as charged, Mum. I pulled my skirt up and gave her a really good look at my pussy.”

“Oooooh!” Lacey squealed in mock outrage. “So rude!” She giggled. “I love it… wish I’d thought of flashing her first.”

“You two are incorrigible,” Stella murmured, shaking her head. “Now, tell me what you were doing upstairs with her daughters.”

Stella listened raptly as the twins described what had happened.

Once they’d finished, Sienna added, “Y’know, Mum, I don’t think Alice and the others are nearly as innocent as they seem. They were all into seeing us naked, and when I asked Katie and Poppy if they wanted to touch my dress, those two were practically feeling me up! I’m sure that’s not the first time they’ve touched a girl that way.”

Lacey said, “We reckon the girls have been doing stuff together, even little Poppy. Now we know Jessica is a lesbian…” She shrugged. “I dunno, you think maybe she’s been playing sexy games with her daughters?”

“She could be. It does make sense,” Stella replied, absently stroking her chin. “For one thing, it might explain those looks Alice was giving me all day. She was a bit too shy to flirt very much, but I could tell that she liked what she saw.”

“Can’t say I blame her,” Lacey purred, looking her mother up and down.

Stella reached over to the end table for her phone. “I think I need to make a call.”

“Mu-um… can’t you do that later?” Sienna said, making a face. “It’s time to play! Lacey and me are dying for it…”

“I’ll just be a moment.” Stella was scrolling down her list of contacts. “You girls get started without me.” She touched the name she wanted, glancing up to see her daughters drift together in a kiss that soon grew very heated.

A woman’s voice on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hello, Blanche, it’s Stella. I’m fine, thank you. I think I might have some good news; a possible candidate for membership in the Society.”

She proceeded to tell Blanche Turner about the events and revelations of the day, all the while watching Lacey and Sienna as they playfully undressed one another.

On to Chapter Twenty-Seven!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 3, 2020 at 2:21 pm

by Funtoppings

That night, Julie had an exquisitely lucid dream.

She was walking through a thick, snow-covered forest, alone and lost. It was very reminiscent of the wooded pathway which leads to the lodge, only with a subtle Grimm Brothers quality to it. She looked down and saw the pale skin of her bare breasts, with both of her nipples pointing straight into the shadows of the forest. It wasn’t just her breasts that were exposed; she could also see her uncovered belly and legs; even her nether regions were exposed for all to see.

She covered herself with both hands and looked around. Was anybody watching her? Were there any eyes lurking behind the trees, snow and shadows? Of course not, she was alone and knew it. She allowed her hands to drop, leaving her body uncovered. But it felt fine, even nice. There was a thrilling aspect of walking naked outdoors, yet still in complete control. So she continued walking, trotting barefoot over tiny pebbles, twigs and bits of frozen leaf; and while she could feel them stinging the bottoms of her feet, there was no pain, as is often the case with dreams. Long, tall trees provided her with endless shade, which never made the temperature feel cool, but just right.

Where was she? She did not know. She cried Helloooo! and no voice answered. She was very alone, yet felt  fantastically free and exhilarated. Then she smiled as she walked through her private enchanted forest, like a princess in a fairy tale.

Suddenly, she saw a lake in the distance. The sun glistened beautifully above the surface of the water.

Sun, there is the sun! she thought triumphantly.

She ran towards it excited, her breasts joyfully bouncing with each step she took. Once she reached the edge of the lake, she realized that she was not alone anymore. Aunt Krystal, Cousin Bailey and her mother were all there, in the lake.

They were naked as well.

The sisters were hugging and kissing passionately, the shallow water inches above their ankles. Young Bailey danced in circles around them, singing, laughing; her breasts swaying from side to side. It was a beautiful sight, reminding Julie of a painting of nymphs from the Greek mythology she had once seen.

Then, before Julie’s eyes could absorb the entire magnificent picture, the lake swallowed everything up and a new painting was magically drawn.

Bailey and Julie’s mother were sprawled in the shallow water, their bodies facing one another, legs entwined; one crotch vigorously rubbing the other. The water rippled around their moving bodies, splashing over them.

Krystal was watching from a short distance, masturbating. Her fingers, with nails dyed a fiery red, rubbed her clit in swift circular motions. Both her nipples were overwhelmingly stiff, which was very noticeable under the sun’s golden light.

Julie swallowed hard. She watched them with hungry eyes as wonderful sensations claimed her body; the kind that made her knees weaken.

Bailey and her mother locked lips, their legs still tangled together. Krystal, still rubbing her pussy, finally saw that Julie was there. She stared at Julie in a way that no aunt has ever looked at her niece before. It made Julie feel like prey being watched.

“Are you wet down there?” Aunt Krystal asked.

“Yes.”

“You know we’re here all alone, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That means no one can hear us, bother us or know about us.”

“No one.”

Julie’s eyes dropped to the tiny pink knob peeking between her aunt’s fingers; the swollen clit looking more lucid than anything. The smell of sex was now thick in the room. Wait, what room? 

“Wake up, Julie.”

Julie was anxious and ready to be touched. The orgasms of the previous night were long forgotten, her craving for a new sexual endeavor grown tenfold.

“Wake up, sugar.”

Julie opened her eyes, trembling slightly. Krystal was in the room. She was sitting on a chair in front of Julie, completely naked, with one leg resting on the nightstand and the other on the bed; two of her fingers were rubbing against her slit.

“Well, good morning there, sugar. Your mom is in the shower, but I think she’s just about done.”

Julie quickly turned to her right to see that it was true, her mother’s side of the bed was vacant. Steam and a mixture of sweet fragrances escaped from the shower.

“You can go in as soon as she gets out.”

Finally, Julie became aware of this absurd situation; she was nude, and so was her aunt, who was casually masturbating in front of her, fingernails dyed a deep red, like a warning sign. She clutched the blanket tightly against her chest. No matter what had transpired the night before, she still couldn’t hide the shock from her face.

“I hope I’m not coming on too strong,” Krystal said, as her fingers played between her legs. “But after hearing you last night… you know, with your mom and Bai… I thought: why waste time? We are officially snowed in for today, and by God, we can make the best of it.”

Julie sensed wetness in her own nether regions; a memento from her powerful dream.

“I dreamed about you,” she said in a low voice.

Krystal smiled. “And I about you.”

“Things… they’re going to be different from now on, I guess. Aren’t they?”

“Well,” Krystal laughed, her large breasts trembled as she did it, “they certainly won’t be the same. But they don’t have to be too different. See it as… an extra layer of flavor in the family relationship.” She moved her fingers from her pussy to her mouth and smeared the juices on her lips. “And it’s a good flavor, sugar. Real good.”

Julie’s hold on her blanket loosened. Her dreams were still fresh in her head, her heart still pumped fiercely from the pleasures of the night before. She was very wet and very willing to accept her new reality.

Just then Debra stepped out of the adjoined shower-room, a towel wrapped around her body. Julie jumped out of bed, grabbed her mother by the back of her head, pulled her closely and planted a big good-morning kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be out of the shower in ten minutes,” she said and winked.

“Well, hop to it, sweet cheeks,” It was Bailey’s voice. She was standing at the doorway wearing that oversized high school jersey, but nothing more. In her left hand she held a red suitcase. The bag of tricks, Julie thought. “Come on, Jules. We won’t wait for you all fuckin’ day.”

“Hey, language!”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Eight minutes later, Julie stepped out of the shower and peeked into the bedroom. The sight she saw on her mother’s bed was one so depraved that, for a moment, she was sure the nice little cabin in Stowe would self implode; it would crumble to dust and ashes, struck down by a merciless god as a house of sin. And what glorious sin it was.

First, there were two sisters having sex with each other. One of them, a gorgeous blonde, who worked at selling real-estate Mondays till Fridays, was wearing a strap-on and wildly fucking the other sister, a feral dark haired woman who ran a sleepy Long-Island bookstore. And above the bookstore owner’s face was the body of a beautiful and vivacious young angel; that body belonged to her daughter.

Julie watched in awe as the daughter dragged her crotch across her mother’s loving tongue, and though she had crossed the same line with her own mother, it was still a very overwhelming image.

The blonde’s hands reached forward, grabbing her niece’s large breasts, squeezing them between her fingers.

“They’re amazing, aren’t they?” Julie asked her mother.

“They sure are,” Debra answered without ever taking her eyes off the fleshy orbs that she had captured.

Bailey turned her head to Julie, her eyes a little glazed. “Come. Join us,” she said, then shuddered as her mother’s tongue slid into her pussy.

Julie climbed onto the queen sized bed and, for the following hour and a half, she and her closest of kin engaged in the most extravagant acts of lesbian sex.

“Open your legs for me, sugar! Let me taste my sweet little niece,” her aunt growled at one point, while her mother, to the right, was riding a thick purple cock, strapped to her cousin Bailey’s waist.

Julie never really watched porn. She stumbled upon it a few times — it was hard not to on the internet – and there was that one time when Audra showed her a video on her laptop of a big breasted blonde girl doing the mailman, and that’s only because the blonde girl looked so much like Diana Bradley, another student who  they both hated. But she was certain that no porn film could ever depict the debauchery, passion, thrills and sexual ecstasy that she shared with the women in her family on that day.

“Oh my God, you’re… ohhhh…” Julie was stretched out on her back, Aunt Krystal’s head buried between her thighs. She finally understood what Bailey meant; the way she spoke of sex with her mother as this unimaginable pleasure ride. Krystal was working her tongue in a skilled, magical way. It was better than she’d had it with Bailey, even better than her mother. When her first orgasm came, it was so powerful she could feel it build in the core of her body and then explode like a supernova, radiating through every limb.

They were constantly swapping partners: mothers with daughters, sister with sister, cousin with cousin, aunts and nieces. Every mouth tasted every lip, every breast was caressed by every hand. By the time they finished they could tell each other apart purely by taste.

“Can someone please do me with that strap-on? I can take it!” Julie said, determination settled on her face.

“Why, of course you can, and you will,” Krystal giggled. “Who said otherwise?”

“Oh, Mom did…” Julie said in a mock pout.

“Debra?”

Debra was on the floor with Bailey, where they had spread a thick blanket on the hard wood. They were giving each other the same scissoring action that Julie remembered from her dream.

“All I said was… ah…” Debra’s words were cut off, as young Bailey frantically thrust against her crotch with every ounce of her youthful vigor. “I said she was too… oofff. Oh, yeah…”

“You see?” Krystal said, laughing. “She’s cool with it.”

It was the leather harness strap-on with the blushing pink dildo, the one Julie had seen Aunt Krystal use on her daughter their first night on the lodge… the one she had used on her own mother. Once the toy was fixed on her aunt, Julie felt that hollow void throbbing between her legs once more, aching to be filled.

“On your hands and knees, like a puppy,” Krystal ordered, and lightly tapped Julie on her buttocks.

Julie complied without a trace of hesitation. Like a puppy, she thought, presenting her flawless ass to her aunt in the most inviting manner. If any of her former boyfriends tried speaking that way to her, she would either laugh derisively or kick him in the sack. But when her aunt asked her to do it, she couldn’t ignore the excitement rushing through her spine; it was a genuine thrill.

Krystal grabbed the head of the cock and rubbed it lightly across Julie’s slit. She teased the engorged clit, watching her niece jerk and pant with restless anticipation.

Then, holding Julie tightly by her waist, she thrust forward — and Julie moaned so loudly she could hear the birds flitting from the roof of the cabin. Krystal quickly withdrew, and before Julie had a chance to catch her breath, pressed forward again.

Debra and Bailey rose to their feet, their eyes fixed upon the lovers on the bed. They slowly paced around the two, mesmerized by what was happening before them, as if someone put life into a fantasy they once had.

Krystal, her dark hair matted with sweat, rocked her pelvis back and forth, driving the dildo in and out of Julie. The sound of her hips slapping against her niece’s buttocks was overpowered only by the unrestrained cries of pleasure that escaped from Julie. And those cries — those husky, guttural, cries, so strange to hear coming from this young angel — only served as fuel for Krystal’s lust.

“Take it, babe! Take it like a big girl!”

Julie clawed at the bedspread, her head ablaze with white heat. She was unable to register so much pleasure, unable to keep up with her aunt’s maddening pace. The cock plunged into her again and again, gaining speed until it was moving as fast as her racing heart. Every time it entered, it massaged every nerve, every tissue, every muscle in her body. And every time it withdrew, her very being cried for it to return. Julie cried for it.

“Are you enjoying it, love?” Her mother’s voice, heard from somewhere in space. Then Mom’s lips were nuzzling her cheek.

“God, her cunt is so juicy!” That was Bailey’s voice, also issuing from somewhere. At that moment, nothing was tangible for Julie, nothing. Well, except for her imminent orgasm — that was very real.

More kisses fell on her lips, others on her neck and shoulders. From behind came another hard thrust, and another, and another. Fingers pulled on her left nipple, twirling it, massaging its stiffness. A mouth enveloped around her right nipple, sucking it. Hands and lips and shadows of her three lovers, all of them, surrounded her until they became one. It was like some mythical being, its six hands caressing her every inch, its three mouths nourishing on every opening in her body. Eventually, the warm hand of pleasure took Julie into its tight grip, and she was swept away by the powerful waves of climax.

Krystal fell over backwards, landing on her ass. The shaft attached to her crotch, streaked with fluids, had been propelled out of Julie in the throes of her orgasm.

Finally, all three of them hearkened to the sight of the young woman, who was trembling helplessly on the bed as an unremitting stream of orgasms attacked her, one after the other. Julie pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pump vigorously under her palm; she was sure it would never return to its normal pace. Her other hand fell between her legs, pressing against her crotch, rubbing her still-throbbing clit. Hot juices seeped between her fingers and ran along the curves of her thighs, finally reaching the bed sheet, where a dark pool had formed.

“Julie,” Debra said; her voice a whisper. “Honey, are you okay?”

With her eyes closed, Julie slowly raised her hand and Debra grasped it with her own.

“I’m fine, Mommy,” she giggled and kissed her mother’s fingers.”Never been better.”

***

As the day wore on, the snow fell even harder. Stowe had become a ghost town; its streets, save from a few brave troopers, were utterly deserted. It wasn’t anyone’s idea of a holiday, especially for those far-traveled vacationers who were missing an entire day of schussing down the slopes. But they all found different ways to cope with their compulsory confinement.

In one lodge, a mile away from our Quartet, a family of six were sitting by a fireplace and playing Scrabble. Another lodge, a bigger one that was made for large parties, hosted a group of thirty-three people, all over the age of sixty. There was karaoke, bingo and liquor, lots of liquor. There was even a marriage proposal in a tiny cabin at the foot of Mount Mansfield.

Every house on Stowe kept itself busy in a variety of ways; ways that you could write about in one of those fluff newspaper articles under headlines such as: “What Were You Doing During the Big Storm?”

But there was one house you couldn’t write about, a house and a family whose story would be considered too obscene for any newspaper. It was the story of a young woman who, in the span of one day, had completely changed her outlook on life. It was a day where the final bits of useless morality quickly disappeared like the greenery under the snow. A day where four women, all with the same blood rushing through their veins, had succumbed to the powerful will of the carnal beast that resided within them.

Even after Julie had her unforgettable orgasm, all four women still had sex on their minds. And so, the orgy never stopped. They went at it for hours; once in a while stopping to eat, drink and refuel, then commencing with their pleasures, fired by a renewed lust.

By midday, when the sun was barely peeking behind silver clouds, the four women had curled up next to the living room’s fireplace, a giant warm blanket covering their bare bodies. For a long stretch of time, the small fire was the only one making conversation in the room, while Julie and her family lounged in utter stillness and watched the white tongues of flames rise high inside the dark chamber.

Bailey was first to break the silence. “I’ve never had so much sex in one day.”

“You and me both, kiddo,” Krystal added.

“I never had so much sex in a lifetime,” Julie said, which made all of them giggle.

Debra squirmed a little under the blanket.”I feel a little embarrassed, even saying this,” she said in a low voice. “But…”

“You’re in the mood for more?” Krystal interjected.

Debra flushed. “What? Wait… how did you…”

“Oh, come on, Debra.” Krystal lightly squeezed her sister’s bare knee. “I know you better than anyone. I can feel it on your skin; you’re still hungry for more… and as a matter of fact, me too.”

“Jesus, I’m halfway passed out over here, and you two are ready for round twelve,” Julie said, astonished. “And I’m the younger one! If anything, I should be twice as vigorous.”

“I’m more worn out than all of you, and I’m the youngest!” Bailey said. Then she added, “Hey, maybe this age thing works in reverse when it comes to fucking.”

Krystal rose to her feet. “It doesn’t work in reverse,” she said, standing naked in front of the mantle, while the other women followed her with their eyes. “Having hours of really, really amazing sex takes its toll on you, that’s true for all of us. The only big difference is that you, Jules, and even you, Bai, were experiencing a quick shift from sexual innocence to a sexual crescendo. It’s quite big, quite overpowering; even for me.”

Julie nodded. She listened to what her aunt had said, but mostly she was just staring at her. It felt strange to experience such a quick surge of sexual awakening, but there it was: Julie, simply by looking at Krystal’s nude, pleasure-giving body, was once again hankering for more. She placed a hand between her legs, squeezing it tightly against the growing heat, and when her eyes locked with Krystal’s, her body involuntarily shook.

“I feel like your appetite has returned, sugar,” Krystal told Julie, and gave a soft, red-lipped smile that was fraught with hidden intentions.

Julie threw the heavy blanket behind her and stood. All eyes in the room were on her as she slowly walked towards the unclad Krystal.

“You know, you were so good to me earlier,” Julie breathed in Krystal’s ear, whilst her hand quietly slipped between her aunt’s legs, “that I thought maybe I should reciprocate.”

Krystal bit her bottom lip as she felt her young niece’s fingers twirling inside of her. It only took a few seconds before the dark-haired woman reached climax, coating the loving fingers inside of her with warm female fluids. When Julie tried to pull out, Krystal grabbed her by the wrist, and guided her wet fingers an inch further between her legs, towards that tight hole between her buttocks.

“Put your finger in my ass,” Krystal whispered in her ear.

Debra was enthralled as she watched her daughter and sister. The amazing sight presented before her was driving her wild. The way those two beautiful naked bodies were so gracefully complemented by the golden light coming from the fireplace… it was a picture that her eyes wanted to swallow whole.

Bailey, too, had risen her feet. She knew her mother was going to ask her to go upstairs any second now, to fetch something very important… something to get the party started all over again.

Julie inserted her finger inside Krystal’s nether opening, which she found to be much tighter inside than her aunt’s cunt had been.

“Oh, yes…” Krystal’s body shivered in what felt like a million hot needles teasing her skin, as that finger worked itself deeper into her rectum. Her carnal beast was now fully awakened and it was ready to feast. She grabbed Julie by the back of her head and planted a passionate open mouth kiss on her lips.

Debra took a deep, powerful breath, and her lungs filled with the room’s air, sounds and odors. All her life she had dreamt of unfathomable pleasures, ones that even her own mind couldn’t conjure up. Yet on that day, at that moment, nothing was unimaginable, no fantasy was beyond reach; all she had to do was reach out and seize it. Almost without noticing, she had cupped her left breast with her hand, squeezing it until her nipple ached and her pussy dripped.

“Bailey,” Krystal called for her daughter mid-kiss. “I need you to go upstairs, honey, and bring me–”

“The lube. The King. I know,” Bailey said with a smile as she exited.

She knows me so well, Krystal thought, as she watched her daughter’s adorable bare ass ascend to the second landing and disappear into the hallways.

Julie, her finger still wedged tightly inside her aunt’s asshole, cocked an eyebrow at Krystal. “The lube? The king?”

Krystal touched Julie’s cheek and smiled, looking straight into those ocean-blue eyes with an expression that read: Soon you will know. 

***

For a moment, Julie allowed herself to look outside the window, where the outer world was waiting. The snow had finally ceased and, according to the TV news, the roads would be cleared for travel come morning. Tomorrow, Julie realized, she would drive home, back to her school, back to her friends, back to her life. But it wouldn’t be her old life, not anymore. As Krystal herself had put it best: it’s life with an added flavor. The good kind. And Julie knew there was so much to look forward to, so much ahead.

And when she did look ahead, she saw her mother, Debra, lying on top of the coffee-table with legs spread wide apart; and between those legs was Cousin Bailey, with yet another store-bought strap-on fixed to her waist. Debra was running her fingers through Bailey’s long hazel-colored hair, while the two were exchanging a long and uninterrupted kiss. All the while, Bailey’s pelvis rocked up and down as the gleaming metal cock she wore thrust deeper and faster inside the older woman, whose entire body seemed to glow with pleasure.

Next to them was Krystal. She stood with her back turned to Julie, her body slightly bent forward as she crouched over the sofa’s armrest. She was waiting for Julie, waiting for her and for the massive black dildo that they’d strapped to her waist — The Black King.

At first, Julie was a bit taken aback when Krystal announced what she wanted. Anal? Sure, Krystal seemed to enjoy having my finger in there, but this… this monstrosity they strapped around my waist, it’s something completely different. 

One thing she’d learned about the woman in her family over the course of this vacation, is that they are highly sexual and adventurous individuals, which is the same truth she’d learned about herself.

Anal? she thought again. This time there was a tiny smile forming on her lips, as her small hands wrapped around the thick phallus that jutted from the thong-like harness she wore. Sure, Aunt Krystal. I’ll do this one for you. And for me. 

Julie started by rubbing the toy’s head across her aunt’s opening, wanting to get an idea of how tight the fit would be. However, she was quite surprised when the bulbous head slipped inside Krystal’s rectum almost instantly, and with ease.

“Um, is this okay?” Julie said, startled.

“It’s okay, sugar.” Krystal said calmly. “The toy’s all lubed up, I’m all lubed up. Just go for it.” She paused and then added: “Start off easy, but then… then you can go hard. Don’t be afraid to go hard, sweetie.”

Julie looked down at the cock-shaped toy that was slowly disappearing inside of Krystal’s anus, and she realized — now more than ever — that we live in a world of infinite pleasures; some you could relate to, some you couldn’t.

This is Krystal’s pleasure. 

Grasping Krystal by her pelvis, Julie pushed the dildo further and deeper inside. The older woman moaned as her knees slowly buckled, yet she kept herself steady by holding on to the sofa’s armrest.

In the background, the youngest and oldest of the four lovers were tearing the room apart with their unruly passion. Cries of ecstasy issued from Debra’s throat to fill the room. Julie’s face was a mixture of jealousy and astonishment as she watched her eighteen-year-old cousin forcefully fucking her mother.

Debra’s breasts heaved up and down, her body flushed with different shades of red. “D-don’t ever stop,” she barely managed to gasp, while Bailey drove the cock inside her with yet another relentless thrust.

Don’t be afraid to go hard, sweetie. 

That was the point where Julie’s initial concern gave way to lust. She began to quicken her pace, and with each stroke the black dildo moved more smoothly. When she thrust forward, she was greeted with a hard moan, and when she pushed backward, a soft sigh.

“You seem to, uh, enjoy this,” Julie said, breathing hard. Her words were accompanied by a harder thrust, which was then followed by a loud moan.

Krystal, clawing at the sofa’s fabric with one hand, feverishly rubbing her clit with the other, tried to speak, but couldn’t muster the strength to do so.

“It’s okay, you don’t, have to, say anything,” Julie panted, exertion causing her to speak in quick snatches. Her words were accompanied by the harsh sound of her pelvis smacking against her aunt’s buttocks. “I can, see you’re, you’re lovin’ it!”

And as her mother reached her tumultuous climax just a few feet away, Julie reached her own type of orgasm; the type of orgasm you achieve when you’re in complete control of a body other than your own. And it was very obvious to Julie that Krystal’s body was under her control. She remembered the first time she saw Bailey and Krystal fuck; how lewd it had seemed to her at the time, how raw and animalistic the sex had been. Now she relished in the lewdness of the act; it was an experience both liberating and electrifying. Even her nipples were so stiff they ached, and her pussy was dripping down her inner thights from the pure excitement she felt.

The Black King was now plunging in and out of Krystal’s ass hard and fast. The older woman was moaning in a deep, harsh voice that seemed to issue from the very core of her. Finally, her knees gave out and she collapsed on the floor. Julie, with the dildo still lodged inside her aunt, fell along with her.

Debra and Bailey, still lying in each other’s arms, breathing heavily and bathed in sweat, watched Krystal and Julie recover from their own ecstasy. For most of this vacation, Krystal felt like the conductor of what had become a four-piece sexual orchestra, yet at that moment everyone in the room knew that Julie was in charge. While on the floor, she continued to rock her hips and work the Black King in and out of Krystal’s slippery rectum, driving the bookshop owner to the thin edges of paradise and beyond.

Bailey easily recognized the dazed, yet blissful expression on her mother’s face — the gaping mouth, the flared nostrils, the sleepy eyes, like the color of skies before the rainbow.

Eventually Krystal’s orgasm came like a force of nature. She shuddered and spasmed all over the black rod that still probed her so deliciously on the inside.

The others all gathered around Krystal; even Julie, who finally freed her aunt from the pleasures of the King, withdrawing with a slurping sound. They watched the woman, whose hunger for sex had driven the entire family down a one-way road of lust, slowly fade away in the throes of orgasm. They all laid down on the thick carpet to nestle against her sweating body, the four lovers coming together in one giant pile of damp flesh and weary limbs.

When the first few stars appeared in the night sky, they were still bunched together on the floor.

***

When the morning came, the party of four left the lodge in haste. Nobody really wanted to say goodbye, especially after the experiences of the day before, but there was city traffic and airport scheduling to take into consideration.

Once again, Julie spent the car ride looking at fellow vacationers in passing cars as they headed back home as well. What stories do they have to tell? she wondered. What experiences and memories were born on their trips? 

A little smile played on her face because she knew no one, not a single person in any of those cars, would be able to top her story. Not a single one of them could fathom the experiences she had and the memories that she was left to cherish.

As she looked ahead, she saw Krystal’s reflection in the driver’s rear view mirror, as her aunt took her eyes off the road for a second, just in time to give her a smile and a wink. Her mother, sitting in the passenger’s seat, smiled at her as well and blew a small kiss in Julie’s direction.

Bailey was dozing peacefully next to Julie. As she slept, her fingers were interlocked with those of her cousin… and that was the memory that resonated with Julie the most. She came to the trip loving her family, but left it in love with them.

She was returning home a new person, knowing that whatever she experienced, whatever she felt, it was not the end, but merely the beginning of her adventure.

Outside the window, she saw the white-silvery snow melting from the tree crowns, and everything around her turned to green.

The End