Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Story Thus Far

Ch1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Ch2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

 

by BlueJean

1

After making the reckless, quite possibly catastrophic decision to let Kerry watch Frankie and me make love, I spent the next day wavering, on the verge of calling the whole thing off, imagining all the spectacular ways such a foolhardy endeavour could go wrong.

Did Kerry even truly understand what she was asking to see? At eight years old, how aware was she of matters sexual? The thought of my little girl getting frightened and running from our bedroom in tears was anything but comforting.

Beyond that, even having sworn her to secrecy, what if she confided in one of her friends at school? I could see all the dominoes tumbling, one after the other – Kerry tells friend, friend tells parents, parents call police, Kerry gets taken into custody, Frankie and Sarah go to prison, Sarah gets duffed up in the showers by a gigantic tattooed ogre called Debra.

Of course, it was lust that convinced me everything would be fine. Lust can be devious like that.

Hey, don’t worry about it, Sarah. It’s probably not even illegal if Kerry’s just watching. And it’s just sex, right? It’s really not a big deal. And… well, it would be pretty hot, wouldn’t it? You and Frankie fucking while Kerry watches? Listen, maybe you should pay a visit to the bathroom, fish a pair of your little girl’s undies from the hamper and have a good long think about it… What do you say, Sarah? Hmm?

It was good advice. I took it.

2

That evening, we all sat around the dining table to eat our meal and gossip about the day’s events. Kerry was telling us about the extinction of the dinosaurs, which she’d just learned about at school.

“So this massive metreor—” she began.

“Meteor,” Frankie corrected her.

“Yeah, me-te-or. This meteor crashed into the Earth and killed all the dinosaurs, but it didn’t actually kill them straight away, ’cept the ones that were close to where the meteor landed. But the meteor made a lot of dust that filled the sky, so all the plants died ‘cause they weren’t getting any sun, then the plant-eating dinosaurs died ’cause the plants were gone, and the meat-eating dinosaurs died because they had no plants to eat, either.” Kerry furrowed her brow. “No, wait, not plants. Um… shall I start again?”

“The plants had no sun, so they died. The herbivores died because they had no plants to eat, then the carnivores died because they had no herbivores to eat. That about right?” I said.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“How did dinosaurs evolve into birds if they died out?” Frankie asked. Trust her to complicate matters.

“Maybe some escaped?” I suggested.

“They became birds before they died, I think,” Kerry said.

Frankie seemed to give that a great deal of consideration, which usually equates to her staring into space for several seconds until her eyes begin to glaze over. “Dunno how that works,” she finally said with a shrug, “but it’s pretty interesting, I guess.”

After we’d finished our meal, we sat in comfortable silence for a while, me occasionally pushing Kerry’s hair back behind her ears while she studied her dinosaur book; Frankie willfully ignoring my rule of no phones at the dinner table.

At some point, Frankie caught my eye, arching an eyebrow as she gestured discreetly toward Kerry. My daughter was too busy studying the pictures in her book to notice.

I cleared my throat. “Kerry?”

“Mmm?”

“Close your book for a minute. We want to have a chat with you.”

“Okay.” Kerry folded the book closed, then gave us her full attention.

“Do you remember yesterday when you asked us about, uh, sex? And how Mummy and Frankie like to do that kind of thing?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Do you still want to know more about it?” I asked matter-of-factly. “Or are you not too bothered?”

In some ways, I think it would’ve been a relief if Kerry told us she wasn’t interested anymore. I mean, kids do have short attention spans – lesbian sex one day, dinosaurs the next. It would’ve made our lives a lot less complicated if she’d said no.

But we weren’t getting off the hook that easily. “Yeah, I still want to know. Are you gonna tell me, then?”

I looked at Frankie, hoping to pass the baton to her. It was her idea, after all. Frankie took a mouthful of wine and pretended she couldn’t see me.

I soldiered on anyway. “Uh, okay. So Frankie and I thought that it would be easier just to show you.”

And there it was. Couldn’t take it back now.

My puzzled daughter looked from me to Frankie. “Huh?”

I elaborated. “What we’re saying is, um… would you like to watch us have sex?”

A plethora of emotions flitted across Kerry’s face: shock, amusement, embarrassment. Finally she gave us a shy nod.

“You don’t have to,” Frankie told her, stroking her arm. “We think it would be a good way to show you how two women make love, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Kerry was quick to reply. “I definitely want to.”

“Okay, that’s fine, then,” I said. “The only thing is, you must never, ever tell anyone about it. Me and Frankie could get into big trouble if you do.”

“I won’t, I promise. Are you going to show me now?”

Frankie gave a joyous titter. “Well, someone’s keen.”

“Not just yet. Shall we say… Thursday night?” I suggested. “That’ll give us all a day or two to get used to the idea.”

“‘Kay,” Kerry said, her eyes taking on the familiar sparkle of intense interest. What was a mass extinction event sixty-five million years ago compared to Mummy and Frankie doing the bump n’ grind?

“I’ll make a note in my diary,” Frankie cooed. I half expected her to start cackling and rubbing both hands together. She does that sometimes, even though I’ve pointed out it’s not a good look for her.

“Go have your shower while we clean up,” I told Kerry, and she scampered off.

I gave Frankie a worried look. “I’m not sure this is going to end well.”

“Relax,” Frankie reassured me, as if I could rely on her to be the voice of reason. “We’ll take it one step at a time. No pressure.” She took a mouthful of the crusty bread that was lying on her plate, looking ever so pleased with herself. The words cat and cream sprang to mind.

3

 

The next morning, Kerry was sitting at the kitchen table eating her cereal while I brushed her hair. She peered up at me with impish eyes, and I noticed a bit of extra colour in her cheeks. “I can’t wait ’til tomorrow night,” she said.

“Me too. Just remember not to tell anyone,” I reminded her.

“I will. Remember, I mean. What kind of things will you and Frankie show me?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I guessed it would have to be a heavily abridged version of our usual regimen – Frankie and I weren’t exactly subtle when we went at it – but I didn’t want to reduce the act to something sterile and choreographed. We were passionate in bed, and that was nothing to be ashamed of.

“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” I told Kerry with a knowing smile.

“Will it be rude?”

“Well, it’s sex, isn’t it? I suppose it’ll be quite rude, yeah.”

Talking about this with my daughter was making me feel a little warm between the legs. If I couldn’t rouse Frankie, I’d usually treat myself to a couple of fingers before I got out of bed. A fine way to start the day, in my opinion, but I hadn’t bothered masturbating that morning.

Standing behind my daughter, I stroked her hair, then brought my fingers to her nose, just like I’d done a couple of days earlier. “Do my fingers smell?”

Kerry took a little matter-of-fact sniff. “Not really.”

Moving round to her side, so she could see what I was doing, I popped the button on my trousers and slipped a hand inside, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I pulled it back out and returned my fingers to her nose. “What about now?”

Kerry took another sniff, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I can smell it.”

“Do you like it?” I murmured. God, this was so juvenile of me. But also dangerously compelling.

Kerry gave me an emphatic nod, then broke into a wide grin. “It makes my tummy feel all floaty.”

“I like it too,” I admitted, bringing my fingers to my nose to sample the musky aroma. I hadn’t taken a shower yet. My scent was strong; heady.

I decided to take things a little further. Just a little.

I snaked my hand back down my trousers, only this time I put it down my panties too. I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy, gaze fixed on my dumbstruck daughter. Withdrawing my hand, I let Kerry smell the wet digits.

“I’ll bet that’s even nicer,” I murmured.

Kerry closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as I rubbed my sticky fingers together under her nose. I thought about popping them into her mouth, but that would have been a step too far, so I settled on smearing a thin sheen of my essence across her top lip, knowing the scent would stay with her a while longer.

“Go and put your shoes on,” I told her in a voice that didn’t seem like it belonged to me. “We need to get you to school.”

4

I spent the short car journey to Kerry’s school squeezing my thighs together to give myself some relief from the throbbing ache in my cunt. Christ, I was so fucking horny all the time.

I pulled up in the school car park, kissed Kerry on the nose (I could smell myself on her, and that made me even hornier), then watched as she skipped away to greet her friends. I should’ve driven home and seen to my needs behind closed doors, but instead I sat there in the car, watching all the little girls running around in their gingham dresses, white pelerine socks and cute ponytails.

I peered around to make sure no one was looking in my direction, then popped a couple of buttons on my slacks, pushing a hand down to find my clit.

Sally Hamilton was chatting to one of her friends over by the playground. Her little girl was bouncing up and down nearby. I couldn’t remember her name, but I knew she was a couple of years younger than Kerry. She was a podgy little thing. I kind of liked that about her.

“Oh, yeah. Your little girl’s so fucking sexy, Mrs. Hamilton,” I hissed, knowing the dirty words would be like invoking an erotic spell. “May I call you ‘Sally’? I know we haven’t spoken much, but I’d really like to tug your daughter’s panties down and lick that plump little pussy of hers. Would you mind, Sally? You can watch while I rub my dripping cunt on her chubby bare bottom.”

Fingers whisking away beneath my knickers, I dredged up an even dirtier notion. “Your little one smells so good, Sally. I wouldn’t blame you if you ever considered having a sneaky lick yourself. I know she’s your own daughter, but— oooh, fuck!”

Within seconds, I was squirting on my fingers, a hoarse cry escaping my throat. It was an unusually intense orgasm, no doubt fuelled by the thought of mother-daughter incest, something I’d not allowed myself to dwell on until Frankie showed me that damned video, but now seemed to be infiltrating my erotic fantasies more and more.

The car windows were steaming up nicely. The vehicle smelled of pussy. I licked my fingers clean, buttoned up my trousers, then drove home.

And then Thursday arrived.

5

Kerry went to school, Frankie and I caught up with our own work, and none of us spoke of our evening plans – afraid to break the spell, perhaps.

Later that evening, as we all sat around the dining table, it was Kerry who first broached the subject. “Am I still allowed to watch you tonight?” she asked shyly.

“Watch us do what?” Frankie teased.

“You know!” giggled Kerry, swatting Frankie on the arm.

“I most certainly don’t. Do you know what she’s talking about, Sarah?”

I put a fist beneath my chin and looked off into the middle distance. “Watch us do… yoga, maybe? Yeah, that must be it.”

Kerry gave her head a vigorous shake. “Um, no.”

“Watch us… knitting?” suggested Frankie. “I knitted a scale model of the Houses of Parliament by accident once. It was supposed to be a scarf.”

“No, silly!” laughed Kerry. “I bet you’ve never done knitting in your life, Frankie.”

“What is it you want to watch, then?” I asked wryly.

“Duh! Watch you do sex!”

Frankie and I both put a hand to our mouths in a theatrical display of scandal and disbelief.

“What a rude little girl!” Frankie declared.

“Shocking!” I agreed.

“You two are funny,” Kerry accused us.

I trailed my fingers down the nape of her neck. “Why don’t you go and have your shower, then knock on our bedroom door when you’re done, okay?”

“Kay,” my daughter replied, then ran off to the bathroom as fast as her legs would carry her.

Frankie and I fixed eyes on one another. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her on the mouth.

“How are we going to do this?” she asked, an uncharacteristic hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“We’ll figure it out,” I replied, taking her by the hand and leading her to our bedroom.

6

While Frankie closed the curtains, I turned on the bedside lamps, then opted for the ceiling light as well. I thought it would better serve our purpose if Kerry had a clear view of everything.

We lay face to face on the bed. I traced the curve of Frankie’s hip with my fingers. “Say something dirty to me,” I told her.

“I’m going to fuck you while your daughter watches. How’s that?”

“That’ll do it.”

We indulged in a little foreplay until there was a knock at the door. I called out for Kerry to come in, and she shuffled into the bedroom in her pyjamas, looking awkward and shy. Mr. Ruffles, Kerry’s beloved teddy bear, was cradled under an arm, offering what moral support he could.

“Wow, quickest shower in the world!” Frankie joked, making Kerry smile. I could always rely on her to break the ice.

“You did have a shower, didn’t you?” I asked my daughter with a sceptical look.

“Uh, my hair’s still damp, Mummy. Yes, I did. I just didn’t want to keep you both waiting.”

“Okay. Close the door and make yourself comfortable in the chair,” I told her, so she nestled into the big armchair next to our bed.

I thought I’d better give her the obligatory get-out clause. “Just so you know, sweetie – we can stop any time if you’re not comfortable with what we’re doing. Okay?”

“All right,” Kerry said, then added: “I don’t want you to stop, though. It’s just that I never saw anyone have sex before, so it’s kind of exciting and kind of scary at the same time.”

“Sure, we get it,” Frankie said. “It’s like starting school for the first time, right? A bit nerve-wracking on the first day, but then you wonder what all the fuss was about.”

“That’s remarkably insightful,” I told Frankie. “Not like you at all.”

“Aww, thanks!” Frankie beamed, completely oblivious to the snarky nature of my compliment. She got up on her haunches while I moved behind her, planting both hands on her hips and nuzzling her neck. She breathed a sigh, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.

“This sort of thing is called foreplay, Kerry,” I told my daughter. “Kissing and touching gets us in the mood for sex.”

“I was already in the mood,” said Frankie.

“Shush,” I told her.

It felt kind of silly narrating our lovemaking, but not making some effort to explain what we were doing would have defeated the purpose.

I snaked my tongue up and down Frankie’s neck, pausing to playfully nibble an earlobe. Frankie turned to kiss me, our tongues entwining. She unhooked the buttons of my shirt one by one, languidly working her way down.

“Move to the side a bit, so Kerry can see,” I told her.

Frankie moved back a little, then peered over at Kerry as she opened my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. I let the garment drop to the bed, my upper half now clad in nothing but a lacy black bra.

I turned Frankie back round to face Kerry, then lifted her Ramones t-shirt up and over her head. Unlike me, Frankie was braless (she rarely wore them), so her perky tits sprang free. I reached round to cup and massage them, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

“Can you see Frankie’s nipples sticking out, Kerry? They grow big and rubbery like that when she gets sexually aroused.”

“I can’t see properly,” Kerry complained, leaning forward in the chair.

“Move a bit closer, then,” I told her, so she dragged the chair towards the bed until it was almost touching the edge. She sat back down and pulled Mr. Ruffles into her lap.

Frankie reached around to unsnap my bra. She pulled it away, letting my breasts spill free. They were larger; fuller than my lover’s, and if that wasn’t immediately obvious to Kerry, Frankie illustrated the point by pressing a tit against mine. She ran her palm across the other one, trapping a stiffening nipple between her fingers.

“Suck them for me,” I demanded.

Frankie took a nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. “It feels nice to have your tit— er, boobs licked and sucked,” she told Kerry. “See how much your mum enjoys it?”

An enthralled Kerry could only bob her head up and down.

I shimmied out of my slacks, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Frankie’s cargo pants, working them down until they ringed her knees. My hand slipped inside her panties, fingers pressing into the moist heat of her cunt. I flashed my eyes at Kerry.

“Let’s take the rest of our clothes off,” I told Frankie, and while she tugged her trousers the rest of the way off, I climbed from the bed with every intention of removing my knickers.

Instead, I paused to brush a thumb against Kerry’s cheek, an innocent enough gesture until I stopped to consider where my fingers had been mere seconds before. They were still glazed with Frankie’s juices. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

“You okay, sweetie?” I asked my little girl.

Kerry regarded my breasts with considerable interest, then let her gaze settle on my damp crotch. I suppose discretion isn’t of much concern to the average child of eight. And truthfully, I kind of liked the way she stared so brazenly. “Yeah, I’m okay, Mummy. You’re not done already, are you?”

“Definitely not,” I assured her. “We’ve got lots of other things to show you. You just sit there and keep watching.”

I slipped my knickers down, taking my time with it, never once breaking eye contact with Kerry. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I found the frivolous little display surprisingly thrilling. Standing there with my moist panties in my hand, I toyed with the idea of bringing them to her face, but knew that would be against the rules. I draped them over the arm of the chair instead.

Frankie was sprawled out on the bed, propping herself up with an elbow while she let her eyes wander freely over my naked form. Judging from her intrigued smirk, my little bit of theatre had not gone unnoticed.

Kneeling on the bed, I took one of Frankie’s smooth, tanned legs, drawing it up between us. She wiggled her toes playfully. I kissed the floral tattoo on her ankle, then slowly peppered my way down her calves; her inner thighs. Lingering near her pussy, I breathed in my lover’s intoxicating scent, my lips barely touching the exposed flesh on either side of her panties.

Finally, I peeled the crotch of her knickers to one side and peered back at my daughter. “Can you see Frankie’s pussy, Kerry?”

Kerry managed a nod. She looked absolutely mesmerised.

My next question would be dangerously close to breaking our rule of not having Kerry interact with our lovemaking. “Shall I take her panties off?”

“Um. Yeah, I think you should.”

I tugged Frankie’s knickers down her legs and away. She spread her thighs across the bed, exposing herself wantonly.

Positioning myself in such a way that Kerry had a clear view, I slipped a finger inside Frankie’s cunt, the muscle of her belly rippling in response. “I’m going to finger her pussy now,” I explained to Kerry, pumping my digit back and forth. “But one finger is never enough for greedy Frankie. Let’s pop another one in, shall we?” I paired the first finger with a second.

“How many can you fit in there?” Kerry asked.

Frankie was quite partial to an entire hand up her cunt on occasion, but we’d already decided that was beyond the scope of our lesson. “Quite a few,” I admitted. “But two’s good for now.”

I scissored my fingers into Frankie, drawing them out as far as I could without removing them completely, then plunging them back in again, repeating the process until my fingers were dripping with her juices. Sitting so close to us, I knew Kerry would be able to pick up the scent of arousal.

Frankie began strumming her clit while I fucked her.

“See what Frankie’s doing? That little bump she’s touching is called a clitoris. It feels amazing when you play with it.”

“‘Kay.”

When I turned to her again, Kerry was discreetly pressing Mr. Ruffles against her crotch.

“Peanut, it’s okay if you want to rub yourself with the teddy. You don’t need to hide it from us.”

“I’m not hiding it,” Kerry said with a hint of haughtiness.

“I bet it’d feel much better if you took those pyjamas off,” Frankie crooned. I shot her a look. “What? I’m just tryin’ to help. It’s not a big deal, is it?”

I turned back to my daughter. “You can pull your jammies down if you want. Me and Frankie don’t mind.”

Kerry gave us both a little smirk, then lifted her bum to push the pyjama bottoms down to her knees. As I’d expected, she wasn’t wearing knickers. She brought her teddy back between her legs and began rubbing it up and down her pussy.

“Oh my giddy fuck, that’s so hot,” Frankie groaned.

“Never mind what Kerry’s doing,” I told her, planting kisses on her inner thighs while I fucked her with my fingers.

“I heard that, Frankie,” Kerry said. “Mummy, Frankie said a bad word.”

“Yes, she can be quite uncouth,” I admitted. “But it’s okay to use words like that when we’re having sexy fun. Just don’t repeat any of them at school.”

I took Frankie’s clit between my lips. She cradled the back of my head and thrust her pelvis up to meet me as I suckled. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned. ”Your mum’s sucking on my clit, Kerry. It feels so nice, ’specially when she fingers me at the same time.”

I went to work on Frankie while she watched Kerry having fun with Mr Ruffles. I should’ve told her to focus on me instead, but truthfully, I liked the way she stared at my little girl, that almost predatory glint in her eye.

She suddenly stiffened against me, clutching handfuls of my hair. A series of small convulsions rippled through her, then a larger jolt. “Fuck! Oh, Kerry, look what your mum just m-made me do.”

It wasn’t just me though, was it, sweetheart? Watching Kerry doing naughty things with her teddy bear, that’s what really pushed you over the edge.

“Frankie just had an orgasm,” I told my daughter. “You know what an orgasm is, right?”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “We learned that at school.”

I withdrew my messy fingers from Frankie, then popped them into my mouth.

Kerry’s eyes went comically wide. “What’s it taste like?” she asked.

God, I was so close to letting my daughter suck my wet fingers. So close. I could’ve reached across and slipped them into her mouth so easily, but managed to restrain myself. “Like spiced honey,” I said with a wink.

Kerry narrowed her eyes sceptically. “Hmm… I bet it doesn’t.”

Frankie shifted her body opposite mine and slung her legs wide. “Let’s rub our pussies together.”

“I thought you were done,” Kerry said to Frankie.

“Boys have to wait a while before they have another orgasm,” I explained, “but girls can do another right away if they like.”

I pressed my cunt to Frankie’s, twisting my hips until we were joined snugly together. “Rubbing our pussies together like this is called tribbing. It’s a really good way to make each other come.”

Kerry furrowed her brow. “Come?”

“‘Come’ is another word for orgasm,” Frankie told her. “Can you see what we’re doing? It’s just like when you rub your teddy against your pussy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Kerry nodded, still moving her stuffed bear up and down. “I do this quite a lot with Mr. Ruffles, but I didn’t know ladies rubbed their bits together like that.”

As I ground against Frankie, it occurred to me that we were both now openly watching Kerry bring herself off. Tonight was meant to be about her watching us, but I told myself there was no harm in looking.

It’s not gonna hurt just to have a little peek, is it? We’re not touching her or anything. Relax.

“Why don’t you take your bottoms all the way off, Kerry?” I heard myself say.

“Shall I?”

“Yeah, you may as well,” Frankie was quick to chip in.

Kerry pulled her jammies off, treating Frankie and me to a fleeting glimpse of her neat slit before she put Mr. Ruffles back to work.

“Are you glad we let you watch us tonight, Peanut?” I cooed. The act of casual conversation with my little girl whilst grinding my cunt against Frankie’s felt deliciously wanton.

“Yeah, it’s really fun.”

“Oh, Sarah,” Frankie groaned. “Look at her scrubbing that soft toy all over her little pussy. I’m g-gonna come so fucking hard. Oooohhh… watch me come on Mummy’s cunt, Kerry!”

Before I could tell her to tone the language down, Frankie was thrashing wildly, her climax so intense she actually ejaculated over me. With her warm juices trickling through my pubes and down onto my cunt, and my little girl rubbing her beloved teddy up and down her hairless slit, I let my own orgasm wash over me, crying out. I ground myself against Frankie until I had nothing left to give.

We lay tangled together for a good long while, both utterly spent.

Kerry’s giggle brought us back to the here and now. “Wow, you both look like you really enjoyed that.” She pulled Mr. Ruffles away from her pussy and gave him a discreet sniff, then briefly inspected herself between the legs. When she noticed us staring, she used the stuffy to cover herself. “Oi, stop looking!”

I wasn’t sure if Kerry managed to bring herself to orgasm, or even if she could, but either way, it didn’t seem to be of much concern to her. It’s the journey, not the destination, I guess.

“Are you done, or is there more?” she asked.

“Oh, I think that’s probably enough for tonight,” I told her, then realised that I’d just opened the possibility of further lessons. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, it was cool,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

“And now you know how two ladies can make love,” Frankie crooned, draped across the bed like some battle-worn Amazon. “Just remember not to tell anyone we let you watch. If your friends at school ask questions again, you can tell them what you’ve learnt, but just say we sat down and had a chat with you about it.”

Kerry clambered off the chair, Mr. Ruffles clasped in one hand, her pyjama bottoms in the other.

“Give me a kiss goodnight,” I said, opening my arms to her.

She rested a knee on the bed, then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I saw her nostrils flare briefly, and knowing that she was basking in the musky, humid heat of our coupling sent a thrill shivering through me.

“Give Frankie a kiss, too.”

Frankie could barely tear her eyes away from my daughter’s bare slit. Kerry planted a kiss on her mouth. “‘Night, then,” she said, and scampered from the room.

I crawled up alongside Frankie and pressed my breasts into her back, an arm wrapped around her waist. “Well, that’s that,” I said.

“Christ, I haven’t come that hard for a while,” Frankie informed me.

“Me neither. It’s just the novelty of it, right?”

Frankie peered back at me. “Why do you have to do that?”

“What?”

“Keep trying to justify the way you feel.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. It’s annoying. Like you’re trying to guilt-trip yourself.”

“It’s just…” I struggled for the right words. “Kerry’s my little girl. And I don’t know exactly what’s happening here. It’s all new, you know? I suppose I’m just trying to figure out where the boundaries are. Things could go badly wrong if we’re not careful. Also, one of us has to be a responsible adult, and it isn’t going to be you, is it?”

“You take that back,” Frankie said with a pout that rapidly morphed into a dirty grin. “Bloody hell, the way she rubbed that teddy on her pussy, though. I’m gonna be wanking to that for months.”

“I rest my case.”

7

After Kerry went to bed, Frankie and I sat in the lounge in our pyjamas, pretending to watch TV. Neither of us was much in the mood to chat, but that was okay – we both knew what the other was thinking.

Had we really let Kerry watch us fuck? The idea was so implausible, I could’ve almost convinced myself it hadn’t happened. We’d been unbelievably reckless, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the decision. I’d rarely enjoyed such an intense climax, and my mind was awash with fantasies of inviting Kerry into our bedroom again. It wasn’t really going to happen, of course – this one-time lesson had served its purpose, and we couldn’t risk repeating the exercise – but no one could blame me for letting my imagination run rampant.

My phone was vibrating on the coffee table. I picked it up absentmindedly and saw a text from my sister.

Got the video. So hot!

I was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about, thinking the text might not be intended for me, then remembered Frankie had sent her the video of the woman doing unspeakable things with her little girl, the one we’d watched in Kerry’s bedroom that helped to set us on this lewd journey in the first place. I pinged back a message.

Put it in an encrypted file like Frankie showed you. Don’t forget!

Judy replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

“My sister liked the video,” I informed Frankie.

“Awesome,” Frankie said.

I wasn’t sure it was particularly awesome, probably not even in the ballpark. Judy had a husband and a little girl of her own. She was the very definition of a model wife, or at least pretended to be, and there I was dragging her down the rabbit hole with me. She may be my big sister, but I’ve always been the smart one, the one she looks to for advice. What the hell was I doing?

Like I said to Frankie, I needed to set some boundaries, otherwise we were all heading for trouble. Because lust can make you careless. And careless people get caught with their pants down.

On to Chapter Four!