(In Chapter One: Newly and happily divorced, Enid is traveling to Cornwall with her ten-year-old daughter Stacy, en route to visit her sister Julie for the first time in years. Stacy wants to know more about her mysterious aunt, so she and her mum briefly chat about Julie’s lesbianism. Enid also casually mentions that her sister liked to go without panties. This intrigues Stacy, who then suggests that she and Enid try “going commando” for themselves. Taking turns visiting the train toilet, mother and daughter remove their knickers. To her surprise, Enin finds herself so aroused that she begins to touch her ten-year-old in a sexual way… and Stacy likes it very much, soon experiencing her first orgasm. They go on to make love in other parts of the train before having to transfer. Once on the next train, Enid and Stacy settle down in a closed compartment along with an attractive older woman, who responds quite positively when Stacy flashes her cunt. Soon, the three of them are caught up in a hot three-way fuck, sharing pleasure until the time comes to disembark at Cornwall. Enid prepares to meet her sister, feeling giddy and overwhelmed by the realization of her true sexuality.)
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By JetBoy
The train slowed as it approached our station. By then, we were all tidied up and looking quite proper, especially Stacy. She was perched on the front edge of the bench seat, white socks pulled up to her knees, back straight and her legs demurely crossed. No one could possibly have guessed that this pretty little girl had her mouth buried in her mummy’s bush just a few minutes earlier.
Our journey to Cornwall was a revelation. I’d left behind my old life as a wife and heterosexual woman who never found genuine satisfaction with a man. For all too long, I thought the fault was mine.
A single train ride had converted me into a blissfully happy lesbian, thanks to my precious ten-year-old daughter Stacy – now, my very first female lover. My awakening was also hers.
The train was carrying us to the home of my sister Julie, whom I hadn’t seen in years. Since we were teens, Julie was an out lesbian. Now, I was even more excited and eager to see her than ever, to tell her how my life had changed.
I was lost in thought and didn’t notice at first when the train rolled into our station. Stacy forgot herself – she jumped up and pressed her nose to the door window. I was a split second behind, positioning myself so as to cover my little girl’s bare bum.
When the train came to a rest, Stacy was first to jump down onto the platform. Her dress billowed out like a parachute, exposing her pussy to anyone who happened to be looking. I winced, but luckily, no one seemed to notice. She was looking forward, left and right, trying to spot her Aunt Julie, and I wasn’t sure why – the last time they’d seen each other, my daughter had only been two.
Suddenly, Stacy stopped dead in her tracks. “Mummy,” she said, pointing up at the platform with her mouth open. I followed her gaze, and there was Julie. Suddenly, I felt a shock of recognition.
Stacy looked first at me, then at Julie and back again with her mouth wide open. I understood why. In the last few years, my sister had grown her hair out and allowed its natural colour to return. Her leather jacket was gone – now she wore a flowery blue dress. For the first time since we were preteens, Julie and I looked like sisters. There was the same build, the same shoulder-length silky black hair, the same expression, the same broad smile.
Racing to where we stood, Julie enfolded me in her arms. “Enid,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “I’m so happy to see you!”
I held her tightly, feeling a twinge of sorrow for the time we’d been apart. “I’ve missed you, Jules.”
When we parted, my sister noticed our new friend Margaret, who was standing to the side, smiling at our touching reunion. “Oh, my… I see you’ve already met.” Wandering over to the woman, Julie kissed her, then added, “This is Margaret, my former teacher, my best friend… and my lover.”
You could have knocked me over with a blade of grass. This was Julie’s teacher, the one she’d been expelled from school for shagging so many years ago? I stood there looking like a fool with my mouth hanging open.
“Are you surprised?” said the woman who’d had her face buried in my pubes only a few minutes ago. “You’re so much like Julie that I felt almost certain I knew who you were.” She took my hand; brought it to her lips, then turned to my sister. “She tastes quite a lot like you, my love.”
It was Julie’s turn to be surprised. “Goodness me, that’s – it’s wonderful!” Smiling hugely, she embraced me again. “Oh, Enid, Enid… when did you find out?”
“That I was gay?” I replied, thrilled just to be saying the words. “Believe it or not, it was today.” I was giddy, unable to stop grinning. “It’s a hell of a story. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all of it.”
Spying my daughter, Julie knelt before her, “And this little lady must be Stacy,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around the child’s waist, beaming at her. “My, my… aren’t you the little charmer.”
“Oh, she is, my love… more than you know,” said Margaret. “Care to know how I met this exquisite young thing?” Julie nodded. “I was sitting across from her on the train when she raised that pretty dress to show me her cunt.”
“She did?” Julie glanced up at me in disbelief, then back at Stacy.
“It’s true, Jules,” I told her. “I wasn’t the only one who had her first lesbian experience today.” Deciding the time was right to tell my sister everything. I added, “You see, Stacy and I, we were… intimate together, just before meeting Margaret.”
If my sister was surprised before, she was downright thunderstruck now. “You… you made love to her?”
“Yeah!” my daughter exclaimed. “And I made love to Mummy, too!” She blushed a bit at her own boldness, taking a quick glance about to make sure no one had overheard. “Now she’s my girlfriend,” Stacy added in a more hushed tone, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.
“Well, that’s wonderful,” Julie cooed. “Congratulations are in order, I think.” She was still kneeling next to my little girl. “You know, Stacy… I like young girls, too.” She reached beneath my daughter’s skirt to caress her bottom, cooing with delight when her hand only found bare skin. “Cheeky!” she exclaimed. “Someone’s gone without knickers today!”
“I went commando!” Stacy exclaimed, then leaned forward to kiss my sister. Julie responded right away, and their mouths lingered together. Not a heated French kiss, but not especially innocent either. I was already imagining what it would be like to watch them make love.
“When she raised her dress to expose that sweet, smooth cunt,” Margaret said, “It made me think of what you must have been like, Julie, back when you were a little girl.” She gave a happy sigh.
“Oh… I think this youngster has outdone me when it comes to naughty behaviour,” my sister said, then quickly got to her feet, reaching for my suitcase. “Enough talk… let’s get back to my place.”
We all piled into Julie’s jeep, she fired it up and we took off like a bat out of hell. It was a warm, sun-drenched day, so the wind felt especially lovely as it blew up my skirt, occasionally baring my own pussy. “I see someone else chose to go without her knicks today,” Julie said, stealing a glance or two as she drove.
“Eyes on the road, sister,” I protested. “You can see all you want when we get back to your place.”
“Is this all right, then?” Julie countered, her hand snaking beneath the dress I wore to touch my pussy. “Oh, Enid, you are incredibly wet.”
I saw Margaret peering over my shoulder, watching approvingly as my sister caressed me. “Hmm… I think you two need some time together,” she said, speaking over the noise of the engine. “Why don’t you drop Stacy and me off at the beach?”
She turned to my little girl. “Does that sound like fun, love? We can take a lovely stroll along the ocean… hand in hand, just the two of us. There’s a special spot where we can take all our clothes off. Would you like to go there?”
“Yes!” Stacy cried. “I want to see you with nothing at all on, Miss Margaret!”
Julie pulled her jeep into the parking lot at the harbour, then Margaret and Stacy jumped out, my daughter’s skirt flipping up to give us a tantalising glimpse of her bare bum. They waved, we waved, and Julie tooled the jeep back on the road, gunning the engine to a roar. She hadn’t changed her driving style since her teenage days, when she had but two speeds: fast and bloody fast.
About a quarter mile past the beach, she screeched to a halt. “Here we are,” she announced. We were parked next to a blank, featureless white wall. Across the road was a similar wall but with an archway in it guarded by a strong iron gate. Julie strolled over to the gate and opened it, then took my hand, leading me into a narrow alleyway that led to a secluded garden. There was a trellis up one wall, and a riot of plants and flowers that surrounded the lawn in a profusion of colour.
“Margaret did all this,” she said. “Isn’t it amazing?”
I wasn’t looking at the flowers. I was looking at Julie, seeing her beauty in a way I never had before. Then and there, I fell in love with my sister.
“Look at you,” I whispered. Taking her hands in mine, I added, “God, you’re so sexy, Jules… why didn’t I see that until now?”
She reached out to stroke my cheek. “Better late than never,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you, Enid. Ever since I knew I liked girls. That’s how I first figured I was queer – seeing you naked, or in your knickers, and wanting to hold you close. At first, I just wanted us to kiss… then I wanted it all. For us to be lovers.” She sighed wistfully. “I adore Maggie. She’s the light of my life. But I never got over the feelings I had for you, big sister.”
A tear was rolling down her face. I brushed it away with my thumb, aware that I was crying, too. She drifted closer to give me a tender kiss on the mouth. My heart soared; my lips parted. Our bodies seemed to melt together as her tongue sought mine.
I eagerly returned Julie’s kiss, already hungry for more – much more. I wanted to kiss every inch of my sister’s body. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw her naked, but was determined to strip her off right then and there. With fingers made clumsy by helpless lust, I began to undo the buttons on the front of Julie’s pretty blue dress.
I’m still not sure how, but somehow she got me out of my top first. Then again, Jules had been at this lesbian thing for a lot longer than me. I paused to shrug out of my bra, then got my sister’s dress all the way open. She let it slide to the ground, leaving her nude but for a skimpy pair of yellow knickers. I reached for the waistband – but before I could tug them down, Julie was kissing my neck and shoulders, cupping my breasts with both hands. With a blissful sigh, I gave myself over to her lovemaking.
Before I knew it, her mouth had found my nipples, and she was sucking each one in turn, occasionally giving them playful little bites. She made love to my breasts until I was on the verge of swooning, then met me in another lustful kiss.
This time I was first to break away. “My turn,” I told Julie, then went down on my knees, still determined to get my sister out of her knickers, the last bit of clothing left between us. This time she stood still long enough for me to tug them down to her ankles. She daintily stepped from them, then positioned herself before me.
I had to pause for a moment. I’d not seen Julie nude since we were teenagers, and she’d ripened deliciously since then, like a juicy apple. Her pubes were neatly trimmed into an arrowhead shape, pointing the way to where I most wanted to be. I drew closer.
“Smell my cunt,” she murmured, and I took a deep, lingering whiff. “You like?”
I did like… in fact, the thick, musky scent of my sister had me positively light-headed. “I love it… I love you,” I said, then buried my mouth in her opening, kissing Julie’s sex with a passion that made her squeal with delight.
I sent my tongue forth, probing into my baby sister’s vagina. It dripped with her essence, and I drank from Julie as if dying of thirst.
How had I come to this pass? Mere hours earlier, I was a frustrated divorcee, wearied by a life of skirmishes with men, wondering if it was worth even attempting another heterosexual relationship. Now I was a lesbian, deliriously happy, drunk on my newfound sexuality, and head over heels in love – with my daughter and my sister. I smiled into Julie’s cunt as I licked her, blissfully content with my lot.
It’s true that I was still a novice when it came to sex with females. Still, I must have been doing something right, because Julie was quite vocal in her pleasure, moaning ecstatically as I went down on her.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. “My legs are g-gonna give out, big sister,” she said, a tremor in her voice. “Let’s go indoors.”
Rising to my feet, I followed Julie into her cottage, leaving our clothes scattered in the grass. The heavy oaken door closed with a thud, and my sister had my hand, leading me into a wonderfully cozy bedroom.
The bed itself was enormous, with plenty of room for whatever Julie and I were up for. And right then, I was up for being a very naughty girl.
She crawled onto the bed, then stretched out, legs carelessly spread, a hand resting just above her pudendum. “Now, where were we…?” she muttered, then gave me a lustful smile. “Oh, yeh, I remember. You were eating my pussy. As you were, then.”
Stretching out between Julie’s thighs, I got back to work, plastering my mouth to that juicy opening in a deep, lustful French kiss, picking up right where I’d left off.
Things got a little blurry after that. I licked her, then she went down on me, after which Julie and I got into a free-for-all, doing anything and everything that came to mind, but not allowing ourselves to cross the line into orgasm. I had an easier time of it than my sister, seeing as I’d already come three times that day. Julie, I later learned, had saved herself for Margaret’s return, so she was aching for release, her body taut as piano wire beneath mine.
“Oh, Enid,” she finally pleaded, “I c-can’t take any more. Please, please make me come!”
Taking her engorged clit between my lips, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue… and an instant later, Julie was howling like a banshee as that long-awaited orgasm came crashing down, jerking her slender frame this way and that. Her cry rose to a shriek that dwindled into a low moan, then a blissful sigh as she relaxed into the sodden sheets.
“Crikey,” she breathed, stretching her limbs. “You have completely and utterly undone me, big sister. And you’re seriously telling me that you never fucked a woman until today?”
I stretched out alongside my sister, taking her hand. “Never,” I said. “It seems crazy that I haven’t at least tried it before. I mean, I’ve been feeling bi-curious ever since the divorce, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that I, um, went for it.”
“And with your daughter!” Julie exclaimed. “Now, that’s got me positively blinkered. How on earth did it happen?”
So I told her everything. Naturally, Julie was thrilled to learn that she’d been the one who inspired Stacy to suggest we try going without knickers on the train… which, more than anything, led directly to me taking my ten-year-old child as a lover.
Julie shivered as I described how I’d licked Stacy’s baby-smooth slit in the corridor connecting two of the carriages, then she began to masturbate when I got to the part where my daughter took me into the tiny toilet cubicle and feasted on my cunt until I came in her face.
Slipping a hand between my sister’s thighs, I took over, fingering her to a second orgasm while regaling her with my account of how Stacy and I had gone on to fuck her lover Margaret in a shared compartment of the train.
As Julie lay gasping for breath, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “And that’s the whole story.”
Struggling into a sitting position, my sister shook her head. “This story’s still being written,” she said, “and I’m about to start a new chapter.” She lay back down. “Sit on my face, Enid. Feed me your cunt.”
By then, I was fired up and ready to be pleasured again, so I mounted Julie’s face, giving myself over to her considerable oral skills. She took me like a wild animal, exploring every inch of my vulva with her hot, probing tongue.
My head was bowed forward, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode Julie’s face, so I didn’t see my daughter when she entered. Instead, I heard her say, “Oh, wow.”
I looked up. Stacy and Margaret were watching us from the foot of the bed. My little girl, bless her, was already stripping off, unfastening her skirt and casting it aside. The top quickly followed, leaving her naked.
Julie paused in her licking. “How was the beach?” she asked.
“Too crowded,” Margaret replied. “We were able to undress, but there was nowhere for us to do anything else.”
“And I wanted to lick Maggie’s pussy!” my daughter declared. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked. “She did it to me on the train, but I’ve not got to taste her yet!”
“So we chose to come back and see what you two lovebirds were up to,” said Margaret. Noting Stacy’s nudity, she added, “Well, when in Rome…” and began to unbutton her own dress. Soon, my child and Julie’s equally naked lover were climbing onto that enormous bed to join us.
Stacy didn’t hesitate; she flopped down between Julie’s legs to feast on my sister’s neatly trimmed pussy. As for Margaret, she knelt next to me, our mouths meeting in a deep, lustful kiss while I fondled her generous breasts.
Once Stacy brought her aunt off, Margaret was the only one of us who hadn’t come at least three times, so my daughter, my sister and I teamed up on her, taking turns servicing Margaret’s cunt, anus, breasts and mouth until she begged for mercy.
By that point, we were all well and truly knackered, so the remainder of the afternoon was spent lolling in bed without a stitch of clothing. There was a lot of reflection on my part, coming to grips with this thrilling new version of myself – and of my little girl. That day, our journey had taken us on rail across England – but in another, special way, Stacy and I had travelled much, much farther.
Eventually, we did rouse ourselves. By then we were ravenously hungry, and Julie had prepared a large pot of soup to mark our arrival, on the hob and waiting to be heated up. She busied herself at the stove, while Margaret showed Stacy and me to the guest room, where we stashed our luggage. I realised that the clothes I’d been wearing were still scattered about in the yard, so I went out to fetch them in, along with my sister’s things.
Soon we were seated round the table in dressing gowns, eagerly tucking into Julie’s simple, but immensely satisfying meal. Her beef soup was marvelous, as was the fresh-baked bread she served with it. We ate several bowls apiece, which barely left room for slices of the apple pie my sister served up.
Afterward, Julie took us to her studio, where we got to see some of her completed sculptures, as well as a couple of works in progress. I’d seen photos of her creations, but that didn’t come close to capturing how impressive they were in person. Julie showed us her tools, the materials she used and sketches of as yet unrealised pieces. Stacy was absolutely dazzled, deciding there and then that she wanted to be an artist when she came of age.
Then it was back to the bedroom for the lot of us, where our dressing gowns were quickly discarded. We began to make love again, though this time Julie and Margaret were focused on teaching their novice guests a few things we didn’t yet know about lesbian sex.
First, they introduced us to scissoring. Margaret ground her cunt into mine until I saw stars, while Julie and Stacy placed their bare slits together and got to work, moving together wildly enough to make the headboard thump against the wall. My daughter got into it in a big way, her dancer’s legs strong enough to give Julie a real run for her money.
Once she got her breath back, Julie opened her toy chest, showing us the varied devices and how they worked. Mind you, we didn’t put any of them to use that night. After that last round, the four of us were more or less fucked out… and by then, the day’s travel was taking its toll on my daughter and me. Stacy wanted to know everything about Julie’s sex toys, but the poor girl could barely keep her eyes open. She drifted off in the middle of a sentence, curled against Margaret like a dozing kitten.
I was prepared to carry Stacy to the guest room and settle in, but Julie refused to hear of it. “Enid, let that poor girl be,” she said, keeping her voice low. “And you, dearest sister… you aren’t going anywhere near that spare room tonight. There’s room in this bed for all of us, so let’s make a slumber party of it!”
As you might imagine, that arrangement appealed to me in a big way. Julie allowed me to nip up to the spare room to fetch my toothbrush, then the three grownups left Stacy snoozing while we prepared for bed.
Tired as I was, my mind was still humming like a beehive, overwhelmed by the day’s events. I felt utterly incapable of sleep, yet ended up drifting off as soon as Margaret turned out the light.
***
The next few days were marvelous; a little glimpse of a lust-fuelled Eden. We indulged our senses in every way imaginable. I’d only planned to stay for the weekend, but quickly elected to cash in an extra two weeks of vacation time.
I’d never been to Cornwall before, and found myself falling in love with the place. There was a relaxed pace to living that felt downright medicinal, compared to the relentless hustle and bustle of London. The very air seemed sweeter.
As for Stacy, I’d never seen her so happy. She’d always been a fairly cheerful kid, but the way she blossomed in this seaside environment was a revelation. Within two days, she’d made herself a new batch of friends, and spent a good portion of her time with them wandering the area.
At first I had to remind Stacy to put on sunblock, but it quickly became part of her daily routine. She liked for me to apply it to her myself after she emerged damp, rosy and gleaming, from her morning shower. Sometimes, I’d get carried away with rubbing the creamy lotion onto Stacy’s body, and we’d end up making love. If Julie or Margaret happened to wander by, they were likely to strip off and join in.
We fucked quite a lot, the four of us, in whatever combination we came up with at that moment. One morning I made my way into the kitchen to find Julie spread out on the counter, legs spread, shorts and thong dangling from an ankle and my precocious ten-year-old’s mouth buried in her minge.
How did I respond? In that particular instance, I knelt behind Stacy, flipped up my daughter’s skirt to reveal her bare bum, then buried my tongue in the crack of her arse. I’d managed to convince Stacy that it wasn’t a good idea for a little girl to go about in public sans knickers, but in her aunt’s home, she always went commando. By then, Stacy was constantly in the mood for sex, and the little vixen loved to put her slit on display, intent on enticing one or more of us into a heated fuck.
And we fucked often. My daughter and I were new to the lesbian life, and we simply could not get enough. That sweet, enticing melody of mouth, fingers and cunt held us in thrall.
Luckily, Stacy and I were able to satisfy our appetites with each other when Margaret was working at her shop, or Julie was labouring on her latest bronze in the studio. And regardless of how often my daughter and I satisfied each other, all four of us ended up in that huge bed every night. We didn’t always have sex, mind you, but it happened more often than not.
Those extra two weeks of vacation time seemed to fly by. Before we knew it, the time had come to pack our things, say our goodbyes and board the train for home.
But I didn’t want to go, and neither did Stacy. We’d come to adore Cornwall, and the thought of being so far away from our new lovers was intolerable. It would also hurt to leave my sister. The two of us had bonded beautifully after so many years apart, and I didn’t want to risk losing that closeness.
Julie and Margaret clearly sensed our reluctance to leave, and bless them, they chose to do something about it. The day before Stacy and I were to depart, my sister invited me to stroll with her on the beach.
As we strolled hand in hand along the shingle, Julie opened her heart. She declared her love for me and Stacy, then made it clear that Margaret felt the same.
“We don’t want you to go,” she insisted, “and it’s easy to see how much you love being here. Enid… how would you and Stacy feel about pulling up stakes and moving in with us?”
I was taken aback, but immediately saw the merits of Julie’s offer. My position with Harrods paid well, but it bored me, and our London flat was impossibly cramped compared to my sister’s spacious home.
As for Stacy, I knew she would be over the moon at the prospect of moving in with Aunt Julie and Margaret, as would I. The four of us in this beautiful home in this friendly community, revelling in our newfound love… how could I refuse?
“I’ll have a lot of details to work out; business to resolve,” I began, “But yes, Julie. I want this, and so will Stacy.”
My sister’s eyes were shining. “I love you, Enid,” she said, and we hugged, sealing our resolution with a kiss.
***
And that, dear readers, is how my child and I stumbled into our new life. I quit my job, got out of our lease, bid my friends adieu and left London for Cornwall. I now teach at the local school, and absolutely love it. I’ll have Stacy as a student in a couple of years, which ought to be interesting.
Stacy, needless to say, is blissfully content with her lot. She’s easily one of the most popular kids at school, a star player on the football team and, under my sister’s tutelage, a novice painter. According to Julie, my daughter is already a dab hand with the brush, with the potential to be a great artist if she sticks with it. I joke that two artists in the family might be overdoing things… but honestly, I’m thrilled that Stacy has something to be so passionate about — other than sex, that is.
Speaking of which, our collective appetite for lovemaking has yet to diminish. We continue to fuck in duos and trios when the mood takes us, and at least twice a week, we have Family Night.
It starts with a look. One of us will glance round the dinner table with a thoughtful smile, desire in her eyes. If the time is right — and it nearly always is — we four will silently rise from our seats and make our way to the master bedroom, a gleeful Stacy usually in the lead.
We undress one another, usually taking our time with it, baring each other’s bodies item by item. But if the mood is on us, we strip off in a lustful frenzy, clothes flying in all directions until everyone is naked. Then we climb onto that enormous bed, and the loving begins.
We couple in a sweet, delirious frenzy, rutting like beasts in heat. Or perhaps the sex is slow and languid, each moment savoured like a good wine. Or maybe the mood is playful, a children’s game played in the nude, accompanied by the music of our giddy laughter. Maybe all of these. Or something else, something different.
In some ways, the aftermath of our shared ecstasy is the very best part. We lie together in perfect peace, exchanging the occasional caress, whispering words of love as the sweat cools on our still-tingling bodies. Never have I known such tranquility. The world might well be uninhabited but for the four of us.
***
And there you have it — the story of how a simple question from my daughter turned both our lives around. I sometimes wonder where we would be now if Stacy hadn’t been intrigued by my sister’s habit of going without knickers, enough to float the suggestion that we remove ours. I still think of that as the happiest day of my life.
I am very much in love with my sister and Margaret, but the passion I feel for my little girl consumes me whole. She is my alpha and my omega.
Tomorrow, it will be exactly two years since Stacy and I first coupled on the train to Cornwall, when my daughter and I realised our destiny – as lesbians and as lovers.
As I write these words, Stacy is dozing peacefully in the bed we share, most nights. She is naked, as am I. The sheet is pushed down to reveal her upper half – where my daughter’s breasts are just beginning to ripen – and the gentle curve of her hip. The light from my desk lamp barely illuminates Stacy’s face, but her beauty lights up the room. I have to put my pen down for a moment; to simply drink in the glorious sight, shedding a few tears of joy at one point. Sweet child, how I adore you. How I always will.
The End
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A very enchanting tale.