Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Story Thus Far

Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.

Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.

Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.

Chapter Four: At Nettie’s place, four women and Halee Wilder greet the morning after an evening of lesbian abandon. Later that day, Mallory rejoins Julie, Nettie, Cindy and Hannah for a day of fishing. Halee returns home and spends the day upgrading her internet in preparation for promised to be a fun night of video chat sex with her girlfriend Bethany. Meanwhile, Grace and Heather are in the custody of the mysterious man, who seems to takes delight in terrorizing them.

Chapter Five: After their day of fishing, Nettie, Julie, Cindy, Mallory & Hannah engage in a five-woman sexfest inside a tent… and with the use of Cindy’s phone, their old friend and occasional bedmate Emma attends the orgy virtually. In the midst of their abandon, Nettie has a weird, vague memory flashback that leaves her shaken, but she conceals it from the others. Back home, Halee and her new love interest Bethany (Hannah’s daughter) are having long-distance sex via their laptops. 

Chapter Six: Nettie has a heart-to-heart with Hannah about her personal demons. Later, she gets a call from Agent Bridgett Ramscone, who has an unsettling request: for Nettie to go through the documentation of her own childhood kidnapping — and the murder of her sister — as a possible way to gain insight into the abduction of Heather and Gina (who are still being emotionally abused by their kidnapper, but are also taking steps to escape). Nettie is shaken, but agrees to do what she can. 

Chapter Seven: Many years after the fact, submerged memories of Nettie’s kidnapping began to make themselves known — memories of a possible accomplice to the original crime. She shares her thoughts with Bridgett. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina work on a potential escape from their makeshift prison.

Chapter Eight: Nettie unearths more hints that kidnap victims Heather and Gina were abducted by the same man who kidnapped and brutalized Nettie and her deceased sister over a decade ago — but that man was known to have died in prison.  Gina manages to escape captivity. But Heather can’t fit through the opening they dug, and must remain behind. Nettie gets a possible fix on the girls’ captor who, while out and about, gets a flat tire — then he discovers the spare is flat as well. 

Chapter Nine: The man who kidnapped Gina and Heather must get his flat spare tire fixed, not knowing the police have been alerted to him and are searching the area. Nettie, who is also hunting for the man, manages to find his abandoned car — then, some time later, makes an even more startling discovery: little Gina, alone and weeping by an abandoned road. In the meantime, the kidnapper manages to make his escape from the area by phoning a mysterious woman to pick him up.

Chapter Ten: Mallory meets with her mother, Sharon, for the first time in months, but fails to learn the cause of the recent distance between them. Nettie is still obsessed with Jacob Brentshaw, the man who kidnapped her and murdered her sister Annamarie so many years ago, sensing he is also behind the recent kidnapping as well… but can’t get past the fact that Brentshaw was killed in prison. Her actions saved the lives of Gina and Heather, but she remains determined to keep working the case on her own. For the first time, Nettie tells her lover Hannah about her own kidnapping and Annamarie’s death, events she has refused to discuss with anyone for years.

Chapter Eleven: Terry finds himself at loose ends, questioning his current life path, and decides to open up to than his dear friend and former sex partner Nettie. She and Hannah lend a sympathetic ear, then their conversation turns to kidnappings — the recent one, as well as Nettie’s own horrific abduction over a decade earlier, when her sister was murdered. She is fast coming round to the conclusion that both kidnappings involved an accomplice.

Chapter Twelve: A sleepover is in progress at Terry’s place while he is out. When the girls retire to their rooms, Halee phones her girlfriend Bethany and puts her on speaker to hear her younger sister Naomi and Chelsey going at it through their adjoining walls, and a good time is had by all. Upon returning home, Terry does some work on an idea for a new novel after months of inaction. Mallory is still unsure what to do with the family farm, and Nettie runs some ideas about the recent kidnapping case past Agent Ramscone.

Chapter Thirteen: Four members of the Pussy Posse — Mallory, Julie, Jamie, and Emma — are spending quality time together, along with Julie’s younger sister Vicky. News, gossip, memories, and innuendo are bandied about. Vicky hesitantly speaks of a recent sleepover where she overheard a couple of the girls saying hurtful things about her, an incident that still stings badly. The four women offer her comfort and understanding, which soon becomes something more.

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by Rachael Yukey

Now I just wanna get close to you
And taste your love so sweet
And I just wanna make love to you
Feel your body heat
In the Still of the Night 
Whitesnake, 1987

Hannah’s ringtone was going off. She was lying atop Nettie on the couch in her Johnstown apartment, caught up in a smoldering kiss. Reluctantly breaking away, Hannah blindly reached out to paw at the end table where the mood-killing smartphone continued to ring.

“Sorry, babe,” she muttered, “I’m a doctor and a mom. I—”

“You have to check your phone. I get it.”

Squinting at the phone screen, Hannah blinked in surprise. “It’s Ralph. That’s—”

“Bethany’s dad, yeah.”

Hannah swiped the accept button, bringing the device to her ear. “Hey Ralphie—how’s it hangin’?”

“Long and hairy, hard to carry,” the male voice on the other end boomed. The two of them laughed. Nettie rolled her eyes.

“What’s up?” Hannah wanted to know.

“Two things, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, first off—Christ. I don’t even know how to say it.”

Alarmed, Hannah rolled off of Nettie, gracefully twisting around and rising to her feet. “One word at a time usually works best, dude.”

“I’m pretty sure our kiddo is having cybersex with somebody. I’ve heard it twice.”

The tension whooshed out of Hannah in a rush. “Oh, is that it?” Visibly relieved, she crossed the room and collapsed into the armchair.

“Is that it? Hannah, Christ knows who she’s linked up with on the internet. It could be some creepazoid in his forties who’s working on bamboozling her into meeting up and—”

Hannah burst out laughing. “Relax, hon. Bethany’s cyber partner is a girl her own age. Someone she knows personally, not just online.”

“Oh.” There was a long silence. “So—you know about it, then.”

“Sure—so what? It’s just two teenage girls discovering themselves. I’ve met the other girl, and she’s really sweet. No harm done, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. We should make sure that’s all it is, though.”

Hannah pursed her lips, thinking it over. “Yeah. I don’t think Bethany would fool around with strangers online, but assumptions like that are how bad shit happens. You wanna ask her about it, or should I?”

Ralph laughed. “Not me! That’s a mom conversation.”

“Fair enough. What was the other thing?”

A sigh from the other end. “The company’s sending me to fucking Germany to oversee an LNG installation. This Ukraine thing has our whole industry all kitty-wampus. I’m supposed to leave day after tomorrow.”

“Ralphie—that sucks. Do you need me to come and get Bethany?”

“That’s a hell of a drive for you on short notice. I could fly her to Duluth; that’s only a couple of hours from where you’re at. Only thing is, the plane would leave in just over two hours, and it’s like a ninety minute flight. Are you able to head up to Duluth within the next hour or so?”

Hannah looked to Nettie, who was still lying on the couch. Sorry, she mouthed silently.

“Yeah,” she said aloud. “I’ve got the day off. I can be there before her plane lands. How much for half the ticket?”

“I’ll take care of the ticket, Hannah. One thing, though—can I have her for a couple weeks if I get back before the school year starts?”

Hannah smiled. “So long as she wants to go, have I ever stopped you from seeing Bethany when you want? Hell, if you can get some time off before the snow flies, you should come and spend a week or two up here. It’s gorgeous.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks a bunch, Banana.”

“No worries. Text me her flight number, okay? Bye, Ralph.”

“Bye.”

Ending the call, Hannah looked over to Nettie, apology in her eyes. “How would you feel about a spur-of-the-moment day trip to Duluth?”

***

Mallory scooped the last of the steaks from the grill, slapped it on a serving platter with the others, then set her spatula aside. “Beef’s up,” she announced. “Well done on the blue plate, medium on the yellow, rare on the red.” Taking up a pair of tongs, she began to deftly extract skewer sticks adorned with shrimp, pepper slices, and chunks of onion. “Shrimp’s done, too.”

Vicky and Emma were the first to step forward, loading up their plates with steak, shrimp skewers, and Mallory’s homemade potato salad. Julie emerged from the house, a bottle of Sprite in one hand and a fifth of vodka in the other. Setting these down on the big lawn table she’d purchased with Mallory the week before, she then helped herself to a steaming plate of food. Jamie peeled herself from the lounger she’d been sunning herself on, collected her own plate and dished up.

Mallory was the last to settle in, taking a bite of steak and nodding her approval. Julie was busily pouring beverages.

“None for me,” said Emma, holding up the can of peach-flavored water she’d been sipping from. “I have to drive home after I eat.”

“You can have one if you want, Vick,” said Julie. “But just one! I’m not having Lisa come after my ass for getting you wasted.”

Vicky laughed. “Sure, I’ll try it. This is what you guys always used to drink when you hung out, right?”

Mallory nodded. “Tastier than beer, cheaper than whiskey. No vodka for me, sweetie. Just plain Sprite.”

Julie raised an eyebrow. “You going dry on me? It’s been over a week since you’ve had a drink.”

“For some reason it just seems completely unappetizing to me, ever since the fishing trip up by Bronning,” Mallory said with a shrug. “Couldn’t tell you why.”

“Whatevs,” said Julie, passing the drinks around. She raised hers. “Cheers, ladies.” Four cups and a can came together, and everyone took a sip.

“I forgot how nice it is out here, Mal,” said Jamie, cutting into her steak.

“So did I, really,” Mallory replied.

“Yeah, but—you know, it’s kind of weird to think that in all the time we’ve known each other, I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve been on this farm.”

“With a couple fingers left over, probably,” said Mallory. “I don’t remember you hanging out over here, ever. You came to pick me up once in awhile after you got your driver’s license, and that was only if I couldn’t get a ride from Dad. I’m not sure you ever even got out of the car.”

“Oh, I was in the house a few times, but just for a minute or two. I don’t think I ever saw your bedroom.”

“I sure saw yours,” said Mallory, snickering. Laughter floated around the table.

“Still trying to decide whether you want to sell the place, Mal?” Emma inquired.

“Yep, and I still have no idea. Either way, I’m either gonna have to board the house up or fix it. Oh, it’s still liveable now, but five years down the road? Probably not.”

“Mine’s not looking so hot, either,” said Jamie, to a general murmur of agreement. They’d spent the better part of the day helping Jamie look over her childhood home, and although there were no immediate structural concerns, there was certainly a great deal of work to be done.

“Not the worst problem to have,” Emma opined. “You both have something you can live in, or sell off.”

“True story,” Jamie agreed. She turned her eyes to Vicky, who had been practicing, playing her guitar in the front yard while Mallory got the grill going and cooked the steaks. “You play good, little sister. What was that thing you were working on?”

“A fantasia by a guy named Weiss. It’s a transcription. He wrote it for the lute, not the guitar.”

“Nice piece, though,” said Jamie.

“Yeah,” said Vicky, “but it’s better on the lute. I want a baroque lute, but they’re seriously expensive. Dad and I are shopping around, but—”

Mallory nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I remember our early music director saying something along those lines—that you can get a renaissance lute for a pretty reasonable amount, but a baroque instrument is like buying a car.”

Vicky made a face. “Something like that. Even a used thirteen-course made by a top-notch luthier goes for five or six thousand.”

Mallory and Julie shared a look, then Julie turned back to her sister. “How much is Dad willing to put up?”

“I think he wants to keep it under three. That’s what he paid for my guitar. And I have about a thousand saved.”

Julie nodded slowly. “Okay. You find one you want—I mean really want—then come tell me how much you need to make up the difference.”

Vicky’s mouth dropped open. “Really?!”

“Really. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t think you were serious, but I’ve been listening to you practice for the last hour. You’re serious.”

Getting to her feet, Vicky rushed to where Julie sat, throwing both arms around her older sister from behind. “Oh my GOD, I can’t believe this… you’re the best big sister in the world!”

“And don’t you forget it,” murmured Julie, hugging Vicky’s arms to her chest.

Emma swallowed her last bite of potato salad, then set her fork down. “Girls, it’s crappy to eat and run, but I’d better point the pickup north. I have to do a network design proposal tomorrow morning.” She rose from her chair. “But I’ll wash my own dishes before I go.”

“The hell you will,” said Mallory, getting to her feet and coming round the table. “Just leave ‘em there. It was so great to see you.” She wrapped her arms around Emma, who returned the embrace, squeezing tightly.

It took a moment to register on Emma that Mallory’s shoulders were heaving. “Hey, Mal—are you crying?”

Mallory lifted her head from Emma’s chest, looking up with a wistful smile. “Maybe just a little. Coming home has made me crazy emotional, and I’ve missed you so much.”

Emma placed her hand on the back of Mallory’s head, drawing it back against her breasts. “That goes for both of us. We’ll see lots more of each other this summer, okay?”

“You got it,” Mallory agreed, somewhat muffled by tears and Emma’s chest. Julie was now standing, and she encircled the two of them in her long arms. Emma let the hug go on a few moments longer, then gently extricated herself. She turned to Jamie, who had also risen to her feet, and embraced her. Both women shared a loving hug, then parted.

Emma glanced toward Vicky, who was still seated, looking up at the rest of them uncertainly. “C’mere, you—get in on this,” she said.

Vicky was out of her chair in a flash, practically flinging herself into Emma’s waiting arms. When they parted, Emma clutched her shoulders. “It was awesome hanging out with you today,” she said. “If you’d been a bit older fifteen years ago, you’d have fit right in with the Pussy Posse. Anyone who doesn’t get how cool you are can go fuck a toadstool, you hear me?”

Vicky gave a bashful smile, but seemed at a loss for words. Emma released her with a pat on the hip, and turned to cross the yard to her truck. “Night-night, ladies,” she called out. The others shouted their goodbyes,

***

“Think I can see Halee tonight?” Bethany Fletcher tried to make it sound casual, but the girl was practically squirming in her chair.

Her mother looked up from her menu, a tolerant smile touching the corners of her mouth. “Hmmm—let me think about that. It is now six PM, and it’s a two-hour drive to get home. How far from here to Bronning, Nettie?”

Nettie looked up from the drinks menu. “About the same. Once you hit Perry, you can branch off to either Bronning or Johnstown. It’s roughly the same distance either way.” She turned her attention back to the menu.

“So,” Hannah went on, her eyes back on her cuisine choices, “by the time we finish eating, we won’t be in either location until nine or so, and you think I’m going to choose Bronning instead of my own apartment? I think the word you’re looking for is ‘delusional’, sweetheart.”

Bethany regarded her mom with a mixture of love and exasperation. They’d had a fun afternoon shopping in Duluth and taking a boat tour of the harbor, but all she could think about at this point was being in the same space as Halee, holding and kissing her as an actual girlfriend for the very first time.

“Come on, Mom,” she said at last, reluctantly opening her own menu. “There’s gotta be something we can do—”

“Not really,” Hannah replied. “Sorry, but I have to work tomorrow morning, which requires me to be—wait for it—in Johnstown.”

Bethany blew out her breath, accepting defeat. Turning to the sandwich section of the menu, she forced her mind to the daunting task of choosing between the bacon cheeseburger and the mushroom swiss.

“I have an idea,” said Nettie, setting her own menu aside.

Bethany’s head jerked up. “Yeah?”

“I’m heading home in the morning. Since your mom has to work anyway, maybe she’ll let you tag along.” She cocked her head in Hannah’s direction.

Bethany forgot all about her burger options. “Mom? Can I? Please?”

***

Victoria Hansen lay on the couch in the living room of Mallory’s childhood home, basking in a sense of sisterhood and belonging she’d never experienced among girls her own age. Jamie was stretched out in the recliner; Mallory sat on one end of the love seat. Julie lay on the other cushion, her head on Mallory’s lap, long legs sprawled over the arm. Vicky didn’t see how her sister could possibly be comfortable like that, but Julie seemed in no hurry to move.

The conversation had lulled, and Vicky’s thoughts were drifting back to that morning at Jamie’s house. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she thought of the four women surrounding her, touching her; at the memory of Mallory’s fingers driving her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. The insinuations she’d heard about past experiences of the Pussy Posse in that house drifted through her mind, and that was somehow even hotter. She realized her panties were steadily growing damp.

“You know,” said Jamie, breaking the silence, “this place reminds me of the house you live in, Vicky. I was over there a lot more than I was here, and looking around it just seems like—I dunno. A smaller version of the same design, maybe?”

“It probably is,” said Mallory. “I went through all the old papers when I inherited a couple years back, and learned a heck of a lot. Basically, this is a Sears and Roebuck house. From a kit, believe it or not. They shipped in all the lumber, nails, shingles, plaster mix—literally everything you needed to build the thing. My great-great-grandpa assembled it with help from a bunch of local farmers. Looking around Julie and Vicky’s, I’d bet good money it’s the same thing, just a larger model. I asked Jason once, and he said the old records were lost, but  reckons I’m probably right.”

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” said Vicky.

“A lot of these old country houses were like that. They shipped the stuff in by rail,” said Julie. “It’d be easy at home; just fifty yards or so from the railroad tracks. I don’t know what they did out here.”

“There’s an abandoned railroad bed on the opposite side of the highway from us, maybe a hundred yards into the woods,” Mallory supplied. “People still use it as an ATV trail. They’d have stopped the train there, then used horses and skids to drag the supplies out.”

“Sounds like a righteous pain in the ass,” said Jamie, chuckling.

“I’m sure it was,” said Mallory.

“I know Jason and Lisa’s place has a couple of additions on it,” said Jamie. “Is the kitchen wing on this house an addition, Mallory?”

“Yeah,” Mallory replied. “It was really a popular thing in the 1920s to add a room specifically for cooking. That’s when the kitchen got tacked on. It got power under the Rural Electrification Act in the thirties.”

“I’m surprised that’s all they did, with the number of kids farmers used to have,” said Jamie. “This place can’t have very many bedrooms.”

“Three,” said Mallory. “One downstairs, two upstairs. I was an only child, so I’ve only ever seen one of the upstairs bedrooms used for sleeping. The other one’s been storage space for as long as I can remember.”

“Those old farmers didn’t mind stacking their kids four or five deep in a bedroom,” Julie pointed out.

“We never minded stacking girls four or five deep in a bedroom,” said Mallory.

Julie, Jamie, and Mallory all cracked up. Vicky smiled, doing her best to keep what was really on her mind from showing. The images Mallory’s statement conjured up were steamy and compelling.

“Still don’t,”  Julie added, eliciting another round of hilarity, but one that was shorter-lived. A  contemplative silence filled the room. Vicky wondered if the others in the room were having the same tantalizing ideas that she was.

“Speaking of which,” Mallory said a moment later, “are you crashing with us tonight, Jamie?”

Jamie smiled seductively. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Vicky’s arousal was steadily growing in intensity, but there was something else, too. A hollow pit in her belly. Was it—jealousy?

Keep it to yourself, Vick, she instructed herself firmly. That’s your sister, for fuck’s sake! What’s wrong with you, anyway?

“Where am I sleeping?” she asked, keeping her voice casual.

Julie’s head twisted in Vicky’s direction, scrutinizing her carefully. She then swung her legs from the arm of the love seat, twisting around and coming to her feet in one fluid motion. Crossing the room, she planted her ass on the arm of the couch where Vicky was stretched out, reaching down to toy with her sister’s hair.

“The bed’s a king-size, sis,” she said, her voice low. “There’s room for everyone, if we don’t mind snuggling.”

Vicky sat up, twisting around to meet Julie’s eyes. “Sounds nice,” she said, “b-but are you—I mean—were you going to, um—”

“We’re not just planning to sleep, if that’s what you’re asking,” Julie replied, a smile touching the corners of her lips.

Lying back, Mallory laced her fingers behind her head. “Might as well just come right out and talk about it. How are you feeling about what happened at Jamie’s today, Vicky?”

Vicky felt a smile take over. “It was so awesome,” she said. “I don’t remember ever feeling that good.”

Julie laid a hand on her sister’s cheek, gently caressing the tender skin. “That was just the tip of the iceberg, Vick,” she said. “A taste. You can have the rest of the meal, if you want it.”

Vicky placed her hand on Julie’s, gripping it tightly. “We’re sisters,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “Doesn’t that make it weird?”

“Not to me, it doesn’t,” said Julie. Rising from the arm of the couch, she scooted around to the middle cushion, coming to rest beside Vicky and pressing their thighs together. Darting her hand behind Vicky’s head, she pulled her close, their faces inches apart.

“Being sisters makes it extra special,” Julie murmured. “I want to make you feel amazing, because you’re my sister and I love you.”

“Whoa,” said Vicky. “That’s wild. I mean, I kind of feel the same way, but it’s hard to get past thinking it’s wrong.”

“Remember what we talked about earlier?” Julie replied. “It’s okay to be who you are, and to go after what you want. Me, I don’t want to live in a world where people caring for each other and making each other feel good is wrong.”

In her peripheral vision, Vicky was aware of Jamie folding the recliner in, rising, and moving to join Mallory on the love seat. She took all this in without her eyes ever wavering from Julie’s. Those eyes seemed to be boring into her soul.

Julie reached out, her thumb extended, to caress Vicky’s bottom lip. Vicky shivered deliciously, inhaling sharply through her teeth. By then, her panties were drenched, and she knew her internal debate was over and done with. Whatever was happening here tonight, she wanted to be a part of it.

“Have you ever been kissed, Vick?” Julie whispered. “Really kissed?” Vicky shook her head, unable to speak. “I want to be the first to give you one. Would you like that?” Vicky nodded, the words still trapped in her throat.

“Follow my lead, then,” murmured Julie. She leaned in those last couple of inches, pressing her open mouth to Vicky’s. At first Vicky remained relatively still, allowing her sister to tease her lips, capture them, lightly flick them with her tongue. Every nerve ending was alive, her senses deliciously attuned to the spell Julie was weaving with her kisses.

Finally Vicky could no longer remain idle, and she extended her tongue, brushing it across Julie’s lower lip. Julie shivered, her own tongue darting forward, making contact with Vicky’s. They teased the tips of each other’s tongues, lips tentatively opening wider. Julie slid her hand from Vicky’s cheek to the back of her head, intensifying the kiss as she did so. Still cautious but increasingly uninhibited, Vicky kissed her back, first copying her sister’s movements, then trying things on her own.

Julie laid her free hand on Vicky’s knee, then slid it upward, fingertips playing with the edge of her sister’s skirt. Vicky, her confidence mounting, slipped a hand beneath Julie’s top, tracing up and down the older woman’s ribcage, then splaying across the smooth flesh of her belly.

Now Julie was kissing along Vicky’s jawline, pausing to nibble at her sibling’s earlobe before nuzzling her way down to the neck. Vicky’s arousal soared, her breath  becoming increasingly unsteady. Tilting her head to afford Julie better access, she saw that Jamie was locked in a passionate embrace with Mallory. The two women were sharing a torrid kiss.

Mallory deftly extricated herself from Jamie’s arms and stood, beckoning Jamie to join her. The lithe brunette rose gracefully, hooking an arm around Mallory’s waist.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” said Mallory, addressing the room.

“Sounds like a plan,” Julie agreed, giving her sister one last kiss before rising to her feet. She turned to face Vicky, both arms extended. Vicky took her sister’s hands, allowing herself to be pulled to a standing position.

Julie led the way back to the old master bedroom, Vicky’s hand in hers. Stopping just short of the bed she turned around and kissed her sister full on the mouth. Vicky melted into the embrace, arms twining around Julie, their bodies pressed snugly together as they kissed.

From the corner of her eye Vicky saw Mallory tumbling onto the bed, then scooting backward until her head rested on a pillow. Jamie came in right behind, pressing Mallory to the bed and raining kisses on her face and neck. Mallory was tugging Jamie’s blouse up, baring her torso. Jamie reared up like a cobra, tugging the garment over her head and off, then flinging it across the room. Mallory sat up, pulling her t-shirt over her head.

Disengaging from Vicky, Julie came up behind Jamie to unclasp her bra and cast it aside. Mallory was fumbling with her own bra clasp. Julie knelt behind Jamie, raining kisses on her shoulders and the back of the neck, then reached around to cup her friend’s bare breasts. Jamie shivered. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” she sighed.

Vicky, now feeling more certain of herself, leaned down to grasp the hem of her sister’s tee. Grinning over her shoulder, Julie raised her arms, allowing Vicky to remove the obstructing garment. The bra was next to go. Jamie was bent over Mallory and sucking a nipple, teasing the other between finger and thumb.

Vicky slipped both hands around her sister, just like she’d seen Julie do to Jamie, but stopped short of the breasts, suddenly shy. “Can I touch—”

“God, yes,” Julie practically hissed. Vicky began to fondle Julie’s luscious tits, excitement mounting inside as she felt her sister’s body respond, heard her breath quicken.

Little mewling sounds were escaping Mallory’s lips, her shorts-clad hips rising and falling, rising and falling. Raising her mouth from a moistened nipple, Jamie purred, “That working for you, little sister?”

“I’ve been—” Mallory gasped as the tips of Jamie’s fingers inched beneath the waistband of her shorts. “I’ve been a fucking loaded pistol for, like, a week.”

“I’m on it,” Jamie assured her, unbuttoning the shorts. Mallory lifted her butt, and Jamie swept the remainder of the clothing down and off in one deft motion. Settling between Mallory’s legs, she slipped two fingers into her friend’s juicy cunt.

Peering over Julie’s shoulder, still fondling her sister’s tits from behind, Vicky watched in awe as Jamie worked her fingers in and out of Mallory’s vagina, a wet sloshing noise accompanying each thrust.

“Oh… oh, God…” Mallory whimpered. Then Jamie dipped down to lick, obscuring the view as her tongue slipped between the folds of Mallory’s labia.

The response was immediate. Mallory threw her head back with a ragged cry, clutching handfuls of the bedding.

Vicky had never witnessed anything quite so hot in all of her life. She felt ready to come right there on the spot, without even being touched. She’d gone from caressing Julie’s breasts to groping them, and began to pepper her sister’s back with kisses and playful love-bites.

Julie looked back, her face flushed and a lustful glint in her eyes. “I can tell you’re ready to fuck, sis, but you wanna have a little fun first?”

Vicky, the last of her inhibitions gone, nodded enthusiastically, eager to soak up as much new carnal experience as she could.

Julie, already kneeling on the bed, gestured Vicky around to Jamie’s other side. Vicky was quick to comply, settling onto the bed as Julie tugged on the sash of Jamie’s skirt.

Jamie was fingerfucking Mallory with gusto, head still buried between the diminutive blonde’s thighs as she licked her clit. Mallory was moaning long and low, her hands firmly clasped to Jamie’s head.

“Help me with this,” Julie murmured sidelong, grabbing one edge of the skirt along with the waistband of Jamie’s panties. Vicky copied her sister’s actions on the other side. Realizing what her friends were up to, Jamie shifted so Vicky and Julie were able to shimmy the garments down and off, baring her lower half.

Julie ran a hand up her old friend’s now-naked thigh, cupping a buttock, then tracing her fingers through the crack of Jamie’s ass. Jamie ground herself against the bed, but managed to remain focused on the task of licking Mallory, whose moans were growing progressively louder.

Julie grinned at Vicky. “Touch her. See how wet she is.”

Vicky slid a hand up the inside of Jamie’s thigh, only to be rewarded with yet another jerk of the older woman’s hips. She let her palm drift over the buttocks for a moment, then slid her fingers into the fork of the thighs, feeling a jolt of electricity buzzing through her at this first opportunity to fondle another woman’s cunt. Seeking and finding Jamie’s clit, she went straight to work. Jamie began to make frenzied fucking motions, mashing Vicky’s hand into the bed with each thrust.

Squeezing her thighs tightly together, Vicky found herself rocking back and forth, sending delicious jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She’d never have believed it until now, but if she kept this up for long enough, she could probably make herself come.

Julie was kneeling close behind, and Vicky shivered with arousal as her sister grasped the hem of the faded David Bowie t-shirt she wore, tugged it up and off, then deftly removed her bra.

Vicky held her breath, eagerly waiting to be touched, then felt Julie’s hand on her shoulder.

“Sure you’re okay with this?” her older sibling breathed.

Too keyed up to speak, Vicky gave an emphatic nod, then whimpered as Julie’s hands slid around to cup her breasts; briefly fondling them before flicking and teasing the taut nipples. She cried out when Julie’s lips lightly brushed her bare back. Her hands were shaking, but somehow she managed to keep fingering Jamie.

On the verge of release, Mallory tucked her head into her chest, let out a choked cry and began to pound the mattress with both fists. She finally scrabbled backwards and away from Jamie’s mouth, panting “Enough, enough,” then slumping back against the headboard.

Jamie pressed her forehead to the mattress, hips thrusting against Vicky’s fingers, a series of explosive gasps escaping as her own orgasm kicked in, rising to a brief scream. Her body froze for a few heartbeats, then with a mumbled, “God damn,” Jamie sank into the mussed sheets.

A surge of triumph surged through Vicky as she realized she had just, for the very first time, brought a lover to orgasm. Withdrawing from Jamie’s cunt—marveling all the while at how delightfully wicked just thinking the work “cunt” made her feel—she brought her hand close, studying the wetness that coated her fingers, taking a tentative sniff. The scent was thick and musky; compelling.

“Taste it,” Julie murmured, her chin resting on Vicky’s shoulder, still toying with her baby sister’s tits.

Vicky took two fingers into her mouth. The flavor was tangy and sharp; stronger than her own, which she’d sampled a few times. She shivered deliciously, already thinking about how cool it would be to go down on a girl, get a taste right from the source.

In the meantime, her sister’s caresses were sending Vicky’s arousal soaring, her breath growing hitchy and ragged.

“You’re getting pretty close, aren’t you?” Julie whispered, her lips grazing Vicky’s ear. She took her sister’s nipples between fingers and thumbs, giving them a playful squeeze.

Vicky nodded, her mouth working soundlessly. A bead of sweat rolled down her nose.

“Hmmm… we better do something about that!” Julie pushed on her shoulder and Vicky, caught off guard, tumbled to the bed. She got the idea right away, though, and quickly hiked her skirt above the waist.

Flashing a wolfish grin, Julie seized the waistband of her sister’s panties, yanking them down and off, then pressing them to her face. “Damn, you smell incredible,” she said.

In the meantime, Jamie was reaching around Julie’s waist, fumbling with the fastenings of her jeans. Julie allowed them to be removed, then knelt between her sister’s legs, using a finger to trace Vicky’s delicate pussy lips. Her cunt was an innie, its delicate treasures only revealed when Julie gently spread her open, like the petals of a flower.

“You have a beautiful pussy, sis,” she breathed. “Can I… put my mouth on it?”

“For God’s sake, Julie!” Vicky cried, “Stop asking my permission for everything and, and fuck me already!”

Julie was startled, but quickly joined Mallory and Jamie in their laughter. “Fair enough, little sister,” she said, working a finger inside Vicky’s dewy folds, gently teasing the entrance. Looking up, she asked, “Ever gone inside yourself, Vick?”

“Uh-huh.” Vicky was half crazed with the need for release, enough so that even that minimal response took some effort.

When Julie slid her finger all the way in,  brushing Vicky’s clit with the palm of her hand, the teen almost came on the spot. Then Julie’s tongue was there, darting between her pussy lips, taking up a fast back-and-forth motion in time with her thrusting finger.

That was all it took. Vicky came explosively, crying out over and over as she bucked wildly, making the bed frame creak.

As Vicky’s ecstasy waned, Julie’s head drifted up from between her legs, coming to rest instead on her belly. It dawned on Vicky that Julie was shuddering, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy.

Lifting her head, Vicky realized Mallory was flat on her back, licking her sister from below, while Jamie knelt to one side, fingering Julie from behind.

Reaching out with both hands, gently stroked her sister’s hair. “I love you so much, sis,” she murmured.

A series of sharp, hissed breaths through clenched teeth heralded Julie’s orgasm. Then she was gasping for air, squeezing Vicky around the waist for all she was worth. Finally she lay still.

Four weary but contented women drifted together in a shared embrace, basking in the aftermath of their loving. The rest was silence.

On to Chapter Fifteen!