Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: 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?

Chapter 2: 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!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!

 

by BlueJean

1

I’d gotten this silly idea that every time Kerry returned from visiting her dad, it was a chance for a course correction. No more kiddy porn, no more sniffing panties, no more pussy-smelling games at the breakfast table. And no more eating my five-year-old niece out, either, ‘cause that was just not on. Stupid. Stupid.

No more. Enough. It was fun while it lasted, but now it was time to stop behaving like an idiot and get back to being a normal mother again.

All well and good, except when I woke up Sunday morning I was horny as fuck.

Frankie was no use – she’d gotten back late from her parents the night before and was now snoring away beside me.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone was lying on the worktop. I checked it for new messages, found none, then clicked on my photos. Blurry-eyed, I peered at the picture I’d taken the day before, the one of Izzy with her knickers round her knees. That made my pussy throb even more.

Kerry would be back later, and then we’d finally put all this nonsense behind us. But I reasoned that until then, anything I did was fair game, the same way an alcoholic will down the last few bottles of booze in the house before they convince themselves they’re going teetotal.

So I took my phone upstairs to Kerry’s room and stretched out on her bed, ogling Izzy’s picture while I masturbated. Except that wasn’t good enough, was it? No.

“Wanna help me, Mr. Ruffles?” I asked my daughter’s beloved teddy bear, propped up in his usual spot on her pillow. “I mean, it’s not as if you don’t know what to do.”

Kerry had admitted to having a little rub with the soft toy on occasion, and we’d seen it with our own eyes, the night she came to our bedroom to watch Frankie and me get it on.

I gave teddy a sniff. He did smell a little fruity, I had to admit, well due a visit to the washing machine. I pushed my knickers down my legs and away, then introduced Mr. Ruffles to my cunt. I worked him back and forth, the feeling of his fur scrubbing against my clit absolutely sublime.

And all the while I stared at Izzy’s picture, her undies stretched round her knees, remembering how I’d taken that puffy little mound between my lips; how fresh she’d tasted.

I stuffed Mr. Ruffles’ snout between my pussy lips and dragged him up and down, his glassy eyes regarding me somberly; accusingly.

“What?” I demanded. “Don’t fucking judge me, bear. I’m having an early midlife crisis, okay? Just do your job and make me come. Ugh! Come on, you furry little fucker!”

I’m afraid I made a mess on poor Mr. Ruffles. I should’ve popped him into the washing machine, I know. Instead, I put him back on Kerry’s pillow.

2

Kerry came back home later that afternoon, and the rest of our Sunday passed without incident. I thought about showing Frankie the picture of Izzy, but decided against it. I’d have to explain everything leading up to and after that photo, and I knew it would only encourage Frankie to take this madness even further, when I had every intention of knocking it on the head. It would just complicate things. I thought it would be best to delete it altogether, but managed to convince myself it was worth keeping for posterity’s sake.

And thus, I began down the rabbit hole once again.

The real test would be Monday morning at the breakfast table. I’m ashamed to say I failed miserably.

Kerry had come down a little earlier than usual. I’d only just crawled out of bed myself, and was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes when Kerry steered us towards the inevitable.

“Mummy?”

“Hmm?”

“Shall we play the game?”

“No, Kerry. Eat your breakfast.”

“Oh, please!” she beseeched.

“No. We can’t keep doing this in the mornings, it’s not a good way to start the day.”

“But I got up early for it!”

I ignored her; continued to apply lipstick in the little mirror I kept in my trouser pocket. Disorganised mums do their makeup on the move. That’s just the way it is.

“Mummy, look.”

I turned to find Kerry with her chair pushed back from the table, a foot drawn up onto the edge. She’d hiked her green gingham dress up, then pulled her knickers to one side.

“Oh, charming,” I told her, regarding her smooth slit with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

“Let’s play the game a different way this time,” she said. “I’ll let you taste me instead, okay?”

All right. Let’s say, next week we’ll put a stop to all this. Definitely next week.

I pocketed my lipstick, then found myself wandering over to her. “Okay, but just this once, Kerry. We are not making a habit of this.”

That’s exactly what you’re doing, idiot.

Kerry pushed a finger through her slit, drawing it back and forth, then offered it to me with an exceptionally pleased expression, like a cat bringing its owner a mouse.

I rolled my eyes, then leaned down to take a sniff. A subtle hint of pre-pubescent sex found my nose.

“Go on, then – taste it,” Kerry reminded me, so I took her finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.

Kerry giggled in delight, then repeated the whole process, dipping a finger into her pussy; bringing it up to my mouth to sample, just as I’d done with her the week before.

With the faintly salty-sour tang of Kerry’s pussy in my mouth, I could feel my panties clinging to my cunt, hot and moist. This was surely as close to going down on my little girl as I would ever get.

“Okay, Mummy,” Kerry said, all business-like. “Let’s do it the normal way now. Put your hand down your panties.”

Too late, I realised she’d tricked me into getting what she really wanted – a taste of Mummy.

How on earth had I allowed this ridiculous little game to keep escalating? The truth is, I think it tapped into memories of me and my sister, how we’d experimented with each other as kids. No masturbatory fantasy was ever quite as potent to me as the thought of a twelve-year-old Judy squatting over me with her pussy stretched open, fingers dipping into her sex, then into my mouth. Quite the revelation for a burgeoning ten-year-old girl. And now I was acting out that childhood fantasy with my own daughter.

“I’ve got a better idea, bossy boots,” I told her, unbuttoning my trousers and stepping out of them. Time to show the little imp who was calling the shots here. I pulled a chair next to Kerry’s and brought a foot up onto it, bringing my crotch to within inches of her face. “Why don’t you smell Mummy’s panties instead?”

Kerry’s cheeky little smile was usurped by a look of sheer surprise. “While you’re still wearing them?”

I gave her a slow nod, flashing my eyes. “I’ll even brush your hair while you’re doing it.”

Picking up the soft hairbrush from the table, I began running it through Kerry’s blonde curls, drawing her face towards my crotch at the same time. “What a tangled mess,” I told her as I gently rubbed myself against her button nose, just enough to stimulate my clit. “It’s getting a little unruly. We know what that means, don’t we?”

“Mmm.”

“Time for a trip down the hairdresser.”

“Mmm.”

“Mine’s about ready for a cut, too. I’ll book us, uh, both an appointment.”

“Mmm.”

“God, that feels so good. How’re those panties, Peanut? You like how they smell?”

Kerry nodded. “They’re quite wet, too.”

“Good. Let’s finish up here and then we can make a move to school.”

I worked the last few tangles out of Kerry’s hair while I rocked my hips back and forth, quickly bringing myself to a sublime orgasm. “Oh, Kerry. That’s so nice. Mummy’s just going to rub on you a little harder a moment, and then… Oh fuck, that’s fantastic. Good girl.”

As I caught my breath, Kerry screwed up her face and sneezed into my damp knickers.

“Bless you,” I said, patting her on the head.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, and the two of us shared a giggle.

3

The next couple of days seemed to return to some semblance of normality. Mostly that was down to having engineers in the house fitting a new boiler. That meant there was no time for fun at the breakfast table, and Frankie and I had to suffer the indignity of making endless cups of tea for lecherous workmen with roving eyes.

Frankie suggested we leave them to it and venture out for the day, but I was of the opinion that they’d probably be rifling through our panty drawers the moment we were out the front door. Yes, I’m well aware of the irony there, thanks.

Anyway, we got ourselves a swanky new boiler, so it was worth all the hassle in the end.

4

On Thursday morning, having just got back home from the school run, I picked up a text from my sister.

Are you at home today?

Yeah. What’s up? 

   Shall I pop over for coffee? I’ve got Izzy with me. She’s got a dental appointment later.

   Sure, we’re here all day.

An hour later, Judy and Izzy were sitting up to the kitchen table. I made myself and Judy a coffee, and Izzy a mug of weak tea.

Frankie sauntered into the kitchen with her own drink – plastic travel cup, straw, usually filled with something sickly sweet – and offered my sister a sassy look. “Hello, Judith.”

“Hello, Francesca,” Judy replied in mock haughtiness.

Spying Izzy, Frankie chased her around the house, leaving the five-year-old breathless with giggles. “Izzy wizzy woo! I’m going to tickle you ’till you pee yourself!”

“Remember all the naughty games we used to play as kids?” I asked Judy.

Judy smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, of course. We were a right pair of little pervs, weren’t we? What made you think of that?”

“I dunno, I’ve just been thinking a lot about those days. I’m wondering if it has something to do with all the stuff I’ve been getting into lately. Like some subconscious connection with those childhood memories.”

“It’s possible, I suppose.” Judy leaned into me. “I can’t stop thinking about you licking Izzy’s pussy. It got me hot as hell.” She paused to suck on her lower lip. “Is it wrong, what we’re doing?”

“I think so,” I told her. “But it might be the wrongness that makes it so yummy. To me, that’s why fooling around with Kerry is such a turn-on. You know, like how we got excited by the thought of Mum catching us at it when we were kids, the thrill of it.”

Judy narrowed her eyes; gave me a conspiring smile. “Fooling around with Kerry? What’ve you done that I don’t know about?”

Frankie came back into the kitchen with Izzy on her shoulders.

“I might tell you later,” I said teasingly. “I might not.”

“Oh, now you’ve got me feeling horny,” my sister pouted.

“Huh?” Frankie said, her interest piqued.

“We were just talking about our naughty pre-teen years,” I explained.

“Do tell.”

“It’s a long story,” Judy said.

“Come on, spill! I know Sarah tells you all about our dirty secrets. It’s only fair I hear some of yours.”

We all shared a little giggle, and just like that there was a certain sultry tension hanging in the air.

“I have a better idea,” Judy said, sporting a smutty grin.

“Oh?” I said.

“Let’s go into your lounge and watch some porn.”

Frankie and I gave each other a look.

“Um… what about Izzy?” Frankie said.

“What? Me?” Izzy piped at the sound of her name.

“Oh, she won’t mind,” Judy said with a dismissive wave, then sauntered off into the lounge.

“What’s up with her?” Frankie mouthed as she put Izzy down onto the floor.

All I could do was shrug. The three of us still fucked on occasion, though never this early in the day, and always when Izzy was at home with her dad. Of course, Frankie had no idea that I’d already gone down on Izzy, so she must have found Judy’s suggestion even more dubious than I did.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have sent her that video,” Frankie mused, then did that amazing thing where she manages to talk herself in the complete opposite direction from where she started. It’s fascinating to watch. “We’re not actually going to watch porn with Izzy in the room. Are we? That doesn’t sound like the greatest idea, to be honest. Then again, it’s up to Judy, I guess – it’s her kid. As long as she thinks it’s okay, it’s not for us to say no, is it? And Izzy won’t really know what’s going on anyway, I s’pose. So, yeah, if that’s what Judy wants, why the hell not? Let’s do it!”

I waited just long enough to make sure she’d finished, then said, “You know, you don’t have to vocalise every word that pops into your head.”

“Aunty Sarah, can I have a lolly?” Izzy asked.

I always keep lollipops in a jar on the kitchen worktop for when my niece comes round. Kerry likes them, too. Frankie’s quite partial, for that matter, although she gets a slap on the wrist if I catch her with a hand in there.

“Of course you can, poppet,” I said and unwrapped a lolly for her.

We went through to the lounge, where Judy was already curled up on the couch. Frankie hooked her laptop up to the TV while Izzy clambered onto my knee.

“Uh… so porn, then?” Frankie asked hesitantly. I’d never seen her so sheepish about watching porn. It just looked wrong on her, you know? Terribly, terribly wrong.

“Work your magic, baby,” I told her, trying not to laugh.

“So… any requests?”

“Something dirty. And girly,” Judy purred.

“Dirty and girly. Right. I mean, it’s all dirty and girly,” Frankie muttered as she perused the files on her laptop. Finally she settled on one and clicked on the thumbnail.

She’d chosen one of my particular favourites, a sordid tale of secret lesbian lust – leather, lingerie, strapons, enough dirty talk to make a sailor blush, and more arse licking than you can shake a stick at. Good wholesome fun for all the family.

“Ooh, naughty,” Judy cooed as a collage of preview shots flitted across the screen. She absentmindedly massaged her tits through her shirt.

Lounging in the recliner opposite the couch, Frankie was just about to stick a hand down her leggings, but then stopped herself. “Oh. Is this okay?” She flicked a glance at Izzy, who was on my knee enjoying her lolly. “I don’t usually watch porn with small children. Not sure about the rules.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Judy told her. “Izzy doesn’t mind if you rub one out.”

“What are those ladies doing?” an intrigued Izzy asked, pointing at the TV. “I think one of them has fallen over and – and the other two is trying to help her up.”

“Interesting interpretation,” I muttered.

My sister went wide-eyed. “Oh, my God, that’s absolutely filthy! How can they kiss each other after… goodness me, that can’t be hygienic. Turn the volume up a bit, Frankie.“

Frankie and I consumed a lot of porn, but I don’t think Judy got to watch it all that much at home with a husband and a kid around. And certainly not the kinky stuff. Well, there was the illegal video that Frankie had sent her, but that was a one-off. Like Frankie, I was now questioning the wisdom of that particular file share.

My sister pushed her jeans over her hips and began openly playing with herself.

With Izzy nestled in my lap, I couldn’t easily get a hand between my legs, so I brushed my fingers across my niece’s chubby bare thighs instead.

Judy noticed where my hand was and flashed her eyes at me. “Pull her skirt up,” she murmured, low enough that Frankie couldn’t hear.

I shook my head. “Better not. Let’s just watch—”

Judy gave my arm a reassuring stroke with her free hand. “Come on, Sarah. It’s okay.”

I felt a smile teasing the corners of my mouth. Locking eyes with Frankie, I reached for the hem of Izzy’s skirt, slowly drawing it up until an adorable pair of canary yellow panties came into view.

“These are pretty, Izzy,” I told my niece, running my fingers over the soft fabric.

Izzy peered back at me and grinned. “Thanks.”

“Oh my frickin’ days…” Frankie mumbled.

“Touch her,” Judy whispered, her knickers peeled back just enough to gain access to her clit.

I grasped Izzy’s panties and pulled them tight over her mons, allowing two fingers to trace the now visible crack through the material.

Frankie’s mouth was hanging ajar, the porn all but forgotten. Her hand worked studiously inside her leggings as she stared between Izzy’s thighs.

“Slow down, Francesca,” my sister crooned. “We’re just getting started.”

“W-we are?” Frankie groaned.

Judy turned to her little girl. “Izzy, shall we let Aunty Sarah put a hand down your panties?”

“That lady’s licking where poo comes from,” Izzy informed us, fascinated by the porn.

“Yes, we know. Mummy asked you a question, poppet.”

Izzy gave a shrug. “I don’t mind. If Aunty Sarah wants to.”

“Fuck yeah,” murmured Frankie.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this again,” I said to my sister, knowing that I was, in all likelihood, the last bastion of common sense in the room. Frankie was a child in a woman’s body. Judy was impulsive to the point of recklessness. I was supposed to be the smart one, the only one left who was able to assume any kind of responsibility. “What time is Izzy’s dental appointment? You don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Not for another two hours,” Judy said. “We have plenty of time. Put your hand in her knickers, Sarah. For me.”

“Please, sweetheart,” Frankie entreated, eyes imploring. She only ever calls me ‘sweetheart’ when she really wants something. “I want to see you do the bad thing.”

“You’re a couple of bullies,” I said with a disapproving shake of the head, then slipped my fingers under the elastic of Izzy’s panties, hand trailing down until I found her slit. I slipped a finger into the warm groove, sliding it back and forth.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with arousal. Frankie and my sister were playing with themselves while they watched me finger little Izzy. “Ooh, yeah, just like that,” some raven-haired dominatrix hissed on the TV screen. “So fucking nasty.”

And it was, wasn’t it? Nasty and dirty and wrong. And none of us were doing anything to stop it.

“Izzy, give me your lollipop,” Judy said, reaching out a hand.

“I’m licking it,” Izzy protested.

“I know, I’ll give it back in a second.”

Izzy reluctantly parted with the sweet treat. Judy gave it a little lick before a filthy smirk infiltrated her face. She peeled her knickers away from her cunt, then began to slide the lolly up and down her fleshy folds.

“You’re dirty, Mummy!” a giggling Izzy declared.

“I am,” Judy agreed. “You mustn’t ever tell Daddy about this, though. He’d be very upset with Mummy.” She pushed the lolly into her cunt, pumping it back and forth several times. Finally, she offered it to Izzy, popping it into the little girl’s mouth with the same refrain I remember her using when my niece had been transitioning from breast milk to fruit purée: “Open wide!”

Izzy sucked away happily on the pussy-flavoured treat, apparently unconcerned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Frankie murmured in amazement, like she’d just witnessed something profoundly spiritual. “Can I try, too?”

“Of course,” my sister agreed easily. “Be a good girl and share your lollipop with Aunt Frankie, Izzy.”

Frankie peeled herself from the chair and quickly discarded her leggings and panties. She stood in front of us in just her t-shirt, a hand idly toying with herself. I could see how wet she was.

Izzy reluctantly handed the lolly to Frankie. “Don’t eat it!” she said with a worried look. Frankie was known to steal and gobble up little girls’ lollipops.

“Don’t worry, Izzy Wizzy,” Frankie reassured the little one. “I promise I’ll give it back.” She swung a leg up onto the couch, her pussy a few tantalising inches from Izzy’s face. Her cunt slowly enveloped the lollipop until just the little white stick was visible, caught between her fingers. Frankie thrust her hips out and began fucking herself with it, the lewd act producing juicy wet sounds. I could smell her arousal, along with the cloying sweetness of the lolly. A tiny rivulet of rainbow-coloured juice oozed from her cunt and trickled down.

“Look at that, Izzy,” I murmured, kissing my niece on the cheek. “Frankie’s having so much fun with your lolly.”

When Izzy’s lollipop next saw the light of day, it was coated in a creamy glaze.

“What a mess Aunt Frankie’s made,” Judy cooed. “Pop that lolly in your mouth before it drips over Aunty Sarah’s nice sofa.”

Izzy opened her mouth and let Frankie slip the obscene treat inside.

“Is that tasty?” I murmured to the five-year-old, my hand still inside her knickers.

“Yup, it’s yummy!”

“Let’s take her up to your bedroom,” Judy suggested, her eyes thick with lust.

The three of us regarded one another for a long moment, the implications of what my sister was suggesting hanging heavy in the air.

“Are you up for this?” I asked Frankie in a quiet voice.

Say no, Frankie. Say no and bring us all back from the brink.

Frankie trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. She gave me a slow nod.

5

Izzy bounded up the stairs with a gleeful giggle. The rest of us followed at a more dignified pace. Halfway up, Judy gave Frankie a sudden sharp slap on the arse.

Frankie dashed up the few remaining steps with a yelp. “Ow! That was mean! Sarah, tell your sister off!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

The four of us filed into the master bedroom, where Izzy hurled herself onto the bed with a squeal.

“You should both get naked,” Judy said to Frankie and me as she sank into the armchair, the same one Kerry had sat in not so long ago while she watched us going at it.

While we stripped out of our clothes, my sister pulled her shirt open and scooped out her breasts, then slipped off her jeans and knickers. “Now undress Izzy,” she told us.

Frankie and I climbed onto the bed to join my niece, kneeling on either side of her. Frankie’s eyes roamed over the little girl with unconcealed hunger.

I pulled Izzy’s pumps off and threw them on the floor, then had her stand up on the bed. “Let’s get the rest of these things off, poppet,” I told her.

Frankie pulled the child’s t-shirt over her head while I unsnapped her skirt, letting it fall around her feet.

Judy was strumming her clit as she watched us, bringing a hand up to knead a breast. “Take her undies off, Frankie,” she demanded.

“This is so hot,” Frankie muttered. “I’m literally creaming myself here.” She drew Izzy’s knickers down her legs.

“One foot out,” I told my niece with gentle persuasion. “Now the other. Good girl.” I brought the still-warm panties to my face and breathed in Izzy’s subtle perfume, then peered across at Judy. “What shall we do now?”

“Whatever you like,” my sister murmured, her eyes glazed with arousal. “I just want to watch.”

I took one of Frankie’s hands and guided it to Izzy’s belly, giving my girlfriend a nod of encouragement.

My fingers found the five-year-old’s smooth, boyish chest, teasing at her tiny, barely-there nipples. We had her lie back on the bed, then stretched out on either side and explored her with our fingers. Izzy giggled and squirmed, glancing from me to Frankie.

Judy was plunging two fingers in and out of her cunt, a thumb brushing against her clit. “Oh… Spread your legs open, Izzy. Nice and wide for Aunty Sarah and Aunt Frankie.”

Izzy slung her legs apart, resting them against our thighs. Frankie pressed her tits against the little girl, a hand trailing over Izzy’s stomach and down to her pubis. I caught my girlfriend by the wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking on two of them until they were glistening with saliva. “Play with her pussy,” I told her, and she nestled into the child’s puffy mound, gliding through her neat slit.

I took one of Izzy’s hands; tucked it between my legs. “Do you see what Frankie’s doing?” I asked the five-year-old.

“Mmm.”

“Will you do the same to me? Just move your fingers around like Frankie’s doing, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, you filthy bitches,” Judy hissed. “Have her suck your nipple, Frankie.”

Frankie brought a tit to Izzy’s mouth, and the five-year-old instinctively knew what to do, swirling her tongue around the rubbery nipple, then taking it between her lips to suck. Frankie gave a breathless groan. She seized Izzy’s free hand and stuffed it between her legs, grinding it into her cunt.

I knew Frankie was about to go off. Truth be told, I was surprised she’d held out this long. “F-fuck…” she whimpered, pressing Izzy’s balled hand tightly against her mons, a series of tics and tremors infiltrating her body. “Fuck!”

Feeling especially perverse, I turned to flash my eyes at Judy, then pressed Izzy’s discarded knickers into Frankie’s spent cunt, using them to soak up the creamy juices. “Will Izzy be okay wearing these to the dentist?” I asked my sister innocently, letting the sodden undies dangle from a finger.

Judy didn’t answer; just curled her top lip into a lust-driven snarl, a blur of movement between her legs as she whisked herself to a pummelling climax. “Ah… ahhh… ahhhh!”

While Frankie lay in a post-orgasmic stupor, I scooted down to take my niece’s pussy between my lips, flicking my tongue through her warm, moist crease.

Frankie pushed my hair to one side so she could see what I was doing. “That’s so sexy, Sarah. Eat that little pussy.”

I smiled up at her. “Want to share?”

Curling herself into a kneeling position, Frankie bent forward to nurse on Izzy’s tiny clitoris while I prised the child’s labia apart and lashed my tongue into the rosy pink interior. Every now and then, our mouths would meet in a sordid kiss.

Frankie glanced up at my sister. Apparently unsated, Judy had found one of Izzy’s discarded shoes, and was now sliding it up and down her cunt, the tip wet and shiny. “Can I lick her arsehole?” Frankie asked, as if that most intimate of acts needed special permission.

Judy simply nodded.

“Roll over onto your hands and knees, Izzy,” I told my niece, helping her into place. I slid underneath and continued to lick her pussy while Frankie went at her arse from above, holding the child’s soft, pert buttocks open with both hands.

“Frankie’s licking my bottom, Mummy!” Izzy told her mother.

“I can see that,” Judy cooed. “Aunt Frankie only does that to girls she really likes.”

As I paused to share another kiss with Frankie, I felt my thighs being pushed apart, and looked down to find Judy kneeling on the floor, her face between my legs. She dragged her tongue up my cunt in one slow, languid movement, causing a burst of intense pleasure to ripple through me.

“Izzy?” Judy said, and Izzy glanced back at her mum. “Can you see what I’m doing to Aunty Sarah?”

Izzy gave a slow nod. I could see her eyes fluttering open and shut, the telltale signs of pre-pubescent arousal percolating there. “You’re licking Aunty Sarah’s secret garden.”

“That’s right. Aunt Frankie’s going to lie back on the bed now. I want you to do the same thing to her, all right?”

Frankie gave Izzy’s wrinkled pucker one last wet kiss before she moved to the head of the bed and slung her legs wide. She placed a hand on the back of the five-year-old’s head and coaxed her gently towards her glistening cunt. “Taste me, Izzy Wizzy. I’ve always wanted to be licked by a little girl.”

Judy and I both got up on our knees to watch. I pressed my pulsating sex to Izzy’s bare arse and began rubbing myself against her while she licked Frankie.

Judy was fingering herself again. “Say dirty stuff to her, Frankie,” she said. “I want to hear it.”

“When did my sister become such a pervert?” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

Judy flashed me a look. “Me? I was a respectable wife and mother before you corrupted me.”

Frankie was more than willing to comply with my sister’s demands. “Eat my pussy, little girl,” she hissed. “Stick that fucking tongue in there. You like how Aunt Frankie smells? Hmm? What a clever girl. Aunt Frankie’s gonna make such a mess on your pretty face.”

Izzy peered up with inquisitive eyes, her mouth and chin slick with Frankie’s copious juices. “It tastes like my lolly,” she declared.

“Oh, good,” Frankie told her. “Lick it all up, then.”

“Shall I do it more fast or more slow, Frankie? What’s your favourite?”

“I don’t care. Just keep licking. I’ll give you another lollipop if you make me melt.” Cradling Izzy’s face in both hands, Frankie arched her pelvis to meet the five-year-old’s mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Judy crooned. “Come on my little girl, Frankie.”

“This is so wrong,” I groaned, rubbing myself to a brisk climax on Izzy’s bottom, knowing it was that sense of wrongness driving me over the edge, that heady concoction of shame and lust.

Frankie was building up to a second orgasm, chest rising and falling, the muscles of her belly rippling. She tangled her fingers in Izzy’s hair. “L-lick my clit… Judy, sh-show her how.”

Reaching across, Judy used her thumbs to draw open Frankie’s cunt, exposing the swollen nub of her clitoris. She tapped it with a finger. “Lick here, Izzy. Keep flicking your tongue over it until Aunt Frankie tells you to stop.”

I stretched out next to Frankie and peppered kisses up and down her neck. I could smell her, musky and urgent, a bitch in heat. “Are you going to come on my niece’s face?”

“Yes…”

“With her mummy watching?”

“Y-yes…”

“Dirty slut,” I hissed in her ear.

“I know…”

“Look at the mess you’ve made all over her. She’s only five, for pity’s sake.”

“Gonna. Come.”

“Go on, then. Come on the pretty little girl. Do it!”

Frankie uttered a low, guttural sound, her body pulled taut. She pushed Izzy’s head away. “N-no more… coming…”

Izzy sat up and watched on in fascination as Frankie writhed about on the bed like something possessed. She peered back at me and Judy. “Did I win the lolly?”

I gave her a nod. “Definitely.” Then to an utterly spent Frankie: “That looked intense.”

“You’ve no fucking idea,” Frankie groaned. “Oh, my word…”

Judy scooped up Izzy’s damp knickers and used them to clean her daughter’s messy face. “What a clever girl, making Aunt Frankie feel good like that. You’ve gone and made Mummy all horny again, though.”

I had a wicked idea. Actually, I was having lots of wicked ideas, each more twisted than the last.

“Go sit back in the chair, Judy,” I said.

“We should think about making a move soon,” Judy told me.

“Humour me,” I insisted. “This won’t take long.”

Judy shrugged her shoulders, then padded over to the chair, slumping back into it.

“Now close your eyes,” I told her.

She narrowed them into suspicious lines instead. “What’re you up to?”

“Just close them, trollop!”

Judy closed her eyes with a smirk. “I’ll tell Mum you’re picking on me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

I glanced at Frankie and Izzy, putting a finger to my lips to shush them, then motioned for Frankie to help me. Together we carried Izzy over to Judy, suspending the five-year-old close to her mother’s face, our hands locked beneath her thighs.

“You can look now, Jude,” I said.

My sister’s eyes snapped open. She stared up at her little girl’s pussy, now almost close enough to kiss. “Oh. No, Sarah, I… I don’t think I ought to—”

“Lick her,” Frankie demanded.

“I just – I just like to watch, really,” Judy insisted, her hand creeping back down to her pussy. “I’ll just look, okay?”

“Lick her pussy, Judy,” I said. “You know you want to. We’ve gone this far, you might as well take that last step. It’s silly not to. She tastes amazing, doesn’t she, Frankie?”

“Exquisite. Come on, Judy. It’s just like kissing her goodnight.”

“I don’t mind if you want to lick my naughty bits, Mummy,” Izzy said. “Aunt Frankie and Aunty Sarah did, and it feeled really nice.”

“No one will ever know, Jude,” I cooed. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Judy gazed up longingly at her daughter’s vagina. “Maybe just a little lick,” she conceded. “Just a taste.”

Frankie and I shared a devious grin.

I play that conversation back to myself now and again. I can’t quite bring myself to regret what we made Judy do that day in our bedroom, but it’s hard not to feel at least a little ashamed of the way we manipulated her. Oh, Judy wasn’t an innocent party, by any means – she’d had me lick Izzy that day we’d visited the bird sanctuary, and I don’t think any of us would’ve been up there naked in our bedroom if we hadn’t followed my sister’s lead.

But still, we all have to take responsibility for the things we say and do. That morning, we watched Judy masturbate while she licked her five-year-old daughter’s pussy, and when we were done, we slipped the little girl’s sodden panties back up her legs and put our fingers to our lips. Shhh… Our special secret. Shhhh…

And just like that, we condemned ourselves.

Soon to come: Chapter Six!