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A Christmas Wish

  • Posted on December 20, 2021 at 3:06 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Jolene Greer had a problem. She wanted to have sex…with a girl. For her, that was a problem, and the eight naked girls in the room with her were not helping matters any.

The shower at her school was a large open room with a dozen shower heads, divided evenly between opposing walls, and offering zero privacy. Jolene knew all these girls as they’d all been going to this school together for the past six years, and were all part of the school’s volleyball team. Today was the last day of school before the Christmas break, and Jolene had been seeing the other girls naked three days a week since September, and as time passed, she found herself looking forward to the after-practice showers.

Oh, man! Get a grip, Jolene! The 12-year-old scolded herself as she took one last inconspicuous peek at the naked wet bodies around her before turning to the wall. With a sigh, she stuck her head under the spray, enjoying its warmth. The tingly feeling between her legs was nothing new, beckoning for her to touch.

She fondly recalled the day, about two years before, when a new and exciting world was revealed to her thanks to a washing machine with an unbalanced load of towels. The machine had been thumping and banging as if possessed, and she figured she’d sit on it to keep it still. What she had not intended was for one corner of the vibrating appliance to press directly against her jeans-covered clit as she climbed on. She’d been momentarily stunned by the sudden sensation, and it had taken no more than 10 seconds to send poor, unsuspecting Jolene into a world of orgasmic bliss.

A twinge of pleasure shot from her clit, bringing her back to the present with a jolt. Opening her eyes, she glanced down and found her lather-covered hand between her legs, moving a bit slower than it should have been in this situation. Oh shit! She quickly moved her hand up. How long had she been doing that? Surely not long. She’d just been cleaning herself. Perfectly normal, right? Jolene glanced from left to right. The girls standing under the showers adjacent to her seemed not to have noticed.

Jolene quickly finished her shower, dressed, said goodbye to her teammates, and headed home. The walk was not far, but it gave her time to think. The incident with the washing machine had led her to some self-exploration in the privacy and comfort of her own bed. She’d touched herself, gently toying with her clit, experimenting until she’d found the perfect technique. That first intentionally-induced orgasm had already been amazing, but the following ones had just kept on improving as the days went by.

Arriving home, Jolene was surprised to find the door locked. Usually, her mother would be home by now, but it wasn’t that exceptional for her to be out either, so Jolene shrugged and retrieved the key from her backpack to let herself in. A note on the kitchen table informed her that her mother had gone to the grocery store and would return around 4. Her father, she knew, wouldn’t be home from work until at least 5:30. That meant she would have the house to herself for another hour.  Making her way to her room, she stripped out of her school clothes and sat on her bed.  “Best make use of this opportunity,” she said to the room, grinning to herself.

She flopped back and stared up at the ceiling, replaying what had happened in the school shower earlier. The familiar tingle between her legs was back in an instant and she let her hand slip beneath her underwear in answer to its call. Back in September, when Jolene had first joined the volleyball team, she’d been pretty nervous the first time she’d showered with all the other girls. They had all been a bit shy, really, but soon got used to each other’s nudity. Jolene noticed something else happening when the showers became routine, though, something she hadn’t expected. The tingle she felt in bed at night when she touched herself was happening in the shower when she looked at the other girls. Watching their wet, naked bodies excited her, made her want to touch herself. Being the smart girl that she was, it didn’t take long for Jolene to put two and two together and come up with Holy shit! I’m gay! Since then, thinking about her naked teammates had become a regular part of her fantasies when she masturbated, along with a favorite celebrity or two.

Now, she was swirling her fingers around her sensitive clit. Dipping through her folds down to her entrance, she brought fresh arousal back to her clit. Knowing she was home alone added an extra level of excitement to her fun. Feeling like she could really go wild, Jolene rubbed her pussy harder and faster, making no attempt to mask her sounds of pleasure in any way. She pictured the girls in the shower, groaning as she pushed the middle finger of her other hand into her vagina. Imagining that the finger belonged to some other girl pushed her over the edge. Her hips thrust skyward, and she cried out.

“Yes!” Her voice sounded very loud in her ears, but she didn’t care. The orgasm crashed over her, followed in quick succession by three lesser but equally pleasurable aftershocks. When it was over, Jolene let her body relax, lying still as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Damn, but that felt good, she thought. Thinking about another girl fingering her had really done the trick!

She badly wanted that to happen. She wanted to have sex with a girl. Over the past few months, the idea had taken root in her mind, and now she found herself thinking about it all the time.

She sighed, knowing it couldn’t happen. Both of her parents have made their views of homosexuality quite clear. Though their occasional bigotted comments had never been meant for her ears, she had heard them and understood all too well what would happen to her if she ever “turned gay.” Living in a very conservative town in a very conservative county didn’t help matters any.

Jolene glanced at the clock on her nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 3:35. She groaned as she got up and made her way to the bathroom. She needed to wash the smell of sex from her body before her parents got home. On her way, she made a silent wish, the same wish she’d made a hundred times before, for the chance to be with another girl, even if only for a short time. She sighed once again, knowing it wasn’t likely to come true.


Christmas Eve

Jolene couldn’t sleep. She was too excited for Christmas morning to come. Even hiding under the blankets with her iPhone and masturbating to videos of Wynter Storm, her new favorite lesbian porn star, hadn’t helped. Jolene had come twice already, which should have been enough to knock her out, but no. So, she lay there looking out the window, watching the moonlit snow slowly fall.

Jolene had accidentally found the porn site featuring numerous lesbian videos while doing an innocent search for material about lesbian sex. She was shocked at first but it didn’t take that long for her to be drawn in, and soon enough she was like a kid in a candy store, sampling everything that was on offer on the tiny screen of her phone. The women in the videos ranged in age from barely legal teens to mature women, and they performed scenes from simple solo masturbation to full-blown orgies with multiple women. As far as Jolene was concerned, she had hit the jackpot. She was thankful that her parents never checked her browser history, though she was still careful to clear it after each visit. They’d never even warned her about visiting taboo sites—surely they knew about them, they both had cell phones—but she supposed they still thought of her as an innocent little girl. If they only knew.

Jolene sighed, rolled onto her back, and opened the browser on her phone. She was seriously contemplating an attempt at another come when she heard a sound from downstairs. She froze and listened.


There it was again. Could it be…? she wondered. Cautiously, she slipped out of bed and put on the nightgown she had shed earlier, during her masturbation session. Not bothering with the panties, she tip-toed to her bedroom door and put an ear to the wooden surface. She listened intently. All seemed quiet. No, there was a faint sound of rustling…paper?

Jolene held her breath and eased the door open, praying it didn’t squeak as it often did. When it had swung wide enough without any sound, she exhaled and stepped into the darkened hall. She paused for only a moment then crept to the top of the stairs, passing her parents’ bedroom door, their snoring audible from the other side.

The glow of the blinking lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the room below in many colors. A large shadow fell across the floor. Something or someone was in front of the tree, blocking its light. A thought struck Jolene and she looked back at her parents’ room. If they’re both still in bed, who’s that downstairs? Maybe it is Santa after all! She had to find out. Her friends made fun of her for still believing in Santa, but she just couldn’t accept that Christmas magic was entirely fake.

With deliberate movements, Jolene inched her way down the staircase, being careful to step near the side of each step where it was less likely to creak and alert whoever was down there. The possibility that the intruder could be dangerous never even crossed her mind. At the bottom of the stairs, she padded closer to the living room then froze.

Near the tree, a figure was taking parcels wrapped in colorful Christmas paper from a velvety sack that seemed much too small to hold what she was pulling out. She? Jolene’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as she studied the intruder.

The person was most definitely female. Long, slender, stocking-clad legs disappeared under a short red dress made of the same material one would expect from a Santa suit, and it was trimmed in white fur on the hem, cuffs, and collar. She even had a matching hat perched on golden blonde hair. The woman actually seemed rather attractive, and Jolene couldn’t help stealing glances at her red underwear each time she bent over to pull a present from the bag.

Jolene crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not Santa,” she said, her accusation clear, though for some reason she couldn’t explain, she felt no fear and sensed no ill will from the stranger.

The intruder spun around, fumbling with the package in her hands and almost dropping it. “Huh? What?” she sputtered.

Regaining her composure, she looked Jolene up and down and pointed at her. “You shouldn’t be awake! Why are you awake?” Her voice squeaked as she spoke. The stranger reached up and touched a small amber-colored amulet that hung from a gold chain around her elegant neck. “Is this damn thing still working?” she muttered.

“I couldn’t sleep. And you swore,” Jolene said.

“What?” the strange woman asked, her attention snapping back to Jolene.

“You swore. Santa Claus wouldn’t swear.”

“I am Santa, and I didn’t swear,” the woman huffed. “Well,” she said after a short pause, “maybe I did. Sorry. But I am Santa.”

“No, you’re not! Santa is a fat man with a beard, and he wears a suit, not a dress,” Jolene countered defiantly.

The woman cocked her head and studied Jolene for a moment or two, her brilliant emerald-green eyes captivating, then she chuckled. “You’re sorta right.”

Jolene stared back and for the first time realized just how attractive this woman was. The red dress dipped low in the front, revealing creamy white cleavage, and even though she’d already had two orgasms tonight, Jolene was beginning to feel aroused again.

“What do you mean?”

“The fat man in the red suit is Santa Claus, but that’s not his name,” the woman said as she set down her bag and lowered herself onto a nearby armchair.

“It isn’t?”

“No. It’s Kris. Kris Kringle. Surely you’ve heard that name before.”

“Yeah. Kris Kringle, Santa. Same thing.”

“No, Jolene. It isn’t.”

The woman held a tablet in front of her now. Where had that come from? And how did she know Jolene’s name? The woman tapped on the pad for a second then continued. “Kris Kringle is his name like yours is Jolene Greer. Santa or Santa Claus is a job title. Like saying, Doctor Smith, or President Jones. In his case, it’s Santa Claus Kringle. Understand?”

“I’ve never heard anyone ever say Santa Claus Kringle before. Sounds silly.”

The woman chuckled. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? It’s more of a formal way to address someone. We seldom use it except in special ceremonies. Humans would never have heard it for sure. That’s why you won’t find it in any of the folklore or literature on the subject.”

Jolene studied the stranger as she pulled at her amulet then tapped on the tablet some more. “So, what’s your name?”

The woman looked up. “Me?”

“Do you see anyone else in the room?”

The woman snorted, and Jolene smiled at the sound. “My name is Aurora Dawn,” she paused and held up a finger, “sorry, Santa Claus Aurora Dawn, apprentice first class, at your service.” The woman beamed, bowed her head slightly.

“That’s a mouth full. Can I just call you Aurora?”

Aurora nodded as she tapped on her amulet again. “Sure. Not like you’re going to remember any of this, anyway. If I can get this damn thing working again that is.”

“Why won’t I remember? And what is that around your neck?”

Aurora held the glimmering object up by the chain to give Jolene a better look. “This is a QNPI or Quantum Neural Pacification Inducer.”

Jolene blinked. “A what? What’s it for?”

“Well, it’s supposed to keep humans from waking up while we deliver gifts to those who believe. But for some reason, it isn’t working on you.”

“Why do you keep saying ‘humans’? Aren’t you human?”

Aurora laughed. “No, sweet girl. I’m not human. We, all the Santa Clauses that is, are Fae.”

Jolene sat on the sofa across from Aurora, keeping her legs together, mindful of the mid-thigh length of her nightgown and lack of underwear. “What’s a Fae?” She squeezed her thighs together, not out of modesty but to quell the familiar ache that was growing between them. Why was she getting so horny looking at this woman? Was it because she was so pretty? Or maybe because they were alone in the semi-dark living room, and it would be so easy to slip out of her clothes and…

“Fairies,” Aurora said, snapping Jolene out of the naughty thought. “You are probably more familiar with the Fairies from stories and TV. Tiny creatures with wings, flitting around and spreading that annoying dust everywhere.”

“Like Tinker Bell,” Jolene said. She grinned, thinking of the cartoon pictures she’d seen online. It was truly amazing what people would turn into porn.

Aurora nodded. “Yes, like Tinker Bell. She and those like her are called Lesser Fae. While those like me are called Greater Fae. Those are old terms that have been around for millennia, though, and no longer paint an accurate picture of our society.”

Jolene simply blinked, not understanding what the woman was talking about. Fairies? Really? Maybe she had fallen asleep after that last orgasm after all, and this was just a weird dream.

“Think of it like this,” Aurora continued, “the Greater Fae are like royalty. We have the magic powers, and are the rulers. The Lesser Fae are the common folk who don’t have powers. We’re all immortal, though.”


“We can’t die.”

“I know what it means. I just don’t believe it.” Jolene shook her head then pinched herself. “Ouch!”

“Why did you do that?” Aurora asked with a raised eyebrow.

“To see if I’m sleeping. This must be a dream. It can’t be real.”

“Oh, it’s real, sweetheart,” Aurora said.

Jolene’s clit was begging for attention, so when she saw Aurora getting distracted by her screen, she took the opportunity to casually slip a hand between her clenched thighs. Finding her aching center, she caressed it slowly, trying to be as discreet as possible. Damn, she couldn’t believe how horny she was. She’d never felt such an intense need before. She needed something to take her mind off it. At least until Aurora left. Then she would rub one out, right here in the living room if need be.

“So,” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “So, how do you deliver presents to all the kids in the world in one night?”

“Temporal spume,” Aurora replied as if the answer was obvious.

“A what?”

When Aurora looked up, Jolene saw the corner of her mouth twitch, threatening to form a smirk. Yeah, the woman knew full well what Jolene’s hand was doing. She felt her face heating up.

“A temporal spume, or a time bubble if you like. We can wrap ourselves in this bubble and travel great distances in the blink of an eye. At least to the outside observer. To us, time outside the bubble appears to grind to a stop. That’s an oversimplification, mind you. It’s all very science-y and mixed with some Fae magic as well.”

“I see,” Jolene said as if she honestly understood what Aurora was talking about.

Aurora chuckled. She seemed to do that a lot, Jolene noticed. And it was damn sexy for some reason. Fuck, she needed to come.

“Also,” Aurora continued, “there are eight of us sent out on Christmas eve, working as a team, each traveling north to south to cover our assigned time zones. Plus, not all countries in the world celebrate Christmas like you do here. And in the countries that do, many people follow a different religion or just don’t believe in the idea of Santa.”

“I believe!” Jolene said with assurance.

“I know, sweetie. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

Aurora’s focus was back on her tablet. She tapped and swiped and tapped some more, then let out a triumphant “Ah-ha!” that made Jolene jump in her seat. Another tap or two then the tablet was gone, tucked back into that mysterious pocket. She folded her hands in her lap and smiled sweetly at Jolene.

“Well, I feel like a fool,” she said. “It appears I missed a note by your name, and you are in fact supposed to be awake tonight. Though, that doesn’t explain why you’re awake without me making it so.” She paused for a moment as if pondering that mystery. “Oh, well. You’re awake now so no harm done.”

“But why am I supposed to be awake?” Jolene asked.

“Because of your wish, little one.”

“My wish?” Jolene said. She was confused. Had she made a wish? She didn’t think so.

“Uh-huh.” Aurora glided to the sofa and sat right next to Jolene. Once again, seemingly from nowhere, the pad was in her hand. “On several occasions, from what I see here. Most recently just tonight.”

The woman reached out to push a strand of Jolene’s long brown hair back behind her ear. The sensation of her fingers brushing against Jolene’s skin was the most wonderful feeling, and Jolene couldn’t help shuddering slightly and breathing out a soft moan.

“You wished for a lover, Jolene. A girl lover. I want to grant you that wish.” She spoke in a soft non-judgmental voice.

Jolene looked up, eyes growing wide. Her heart thumped in her chest. She had made that wish; many times, in fact. But how did this woman, this Fae, know? She swallowed, feeling heat spread on her cheeks and between her legs.

“I…um…I…” she stammered. Jolene was awash with emotions. Nervousness, excitement, lust, and some fear. But most definitely lust.

“Last thing you were expecting from Santa Claus, right?” Aurora brushed Jolene’s cheek with the back of her fingers, making her sigh again. “Do you find yourself being drawn to me, Jolene? Enthralled?”

“I don’t know what that word means, but I…” Jolene swallowed again, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “I do want to have sex with you. Very much.” The words were past her lips before she knew it. They were true words, though, even if she didn’t understand this growing attraction to Aurora.

“Yes, sweet girl. I know you do.”

“Are you doing this to me? Making me want you?” she asked with a tremble in her voice.

Aurora shook her head. “Making? No. Heightening your desires? Yes. But not on purpose.” She took Jolene’s hand in hers and caressed her knuckles with a thumb. “Humans are by nature attracted to the Greater Fae. Infatuated, really. Like you would be with your favorite actor or singer. There is also an enhanced sexual desire.”

“So… What I feel is real, but stronger because you’re here?”

“Yes. Exactly.”

Jolene looked down at the thumb stroking her hand and instantly had images of it stroking her elsewhere. A jolt of pleasure shot from her core, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. After a moment, she looked into Aurora’s eyes and was lost in their beauty.

“Are we going to have sex then?” she asked meekly. Needlessly. Of course, they were, and she knew it.

“If it feels right in your heart and it is truly what you want.”

“It is,” she said. “I just figured my first time would be with someone my own age, not a girl Santa. Geez, that sounds weird.”

Aurora chuckled as she traced a finger along the length of Jolene’s arm. “If that bothers you, you could pretend I am someone else…maybe Wynter Storm. You do seem to be rather fond of her videos.”

Jolene’s eyes widened and her face flushed. “How…?” she mumbled.

“You know how the song goes,” she said then sang the verse. “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.”

“And you know when I’ve been…” she trailed off, her face still warm with embarrassment.

“Masturbating? Yes. But it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet girl. Everyone does it. Even your parents do it.”

“Eww! TMI!” She screwed up her face at the thought.

Aurora barked a laugh. She must have seen the concern on Jolene’s face at the sound, and said, “It’s okay, Jolene. Your folks won’t wake up. A bomb could go off and they would be none the wiser.”

“Fae magic?”

Nodding, Aurora rested a hand on Jolene’s knee and slid it upward an inch or two. “Do you want to go up to your room or shall I make your wish come true here on the sofa?” she asked. Her voice was soft and seductive.

Jolene sucked in a breath as the Fae’s hand wandered further up her leg. “H-here is okay, I guess.”

She watched as Aurora leaned in, the movement feeling like it was in slow motion, then she closed her eyes as full red lips brushed against hers, moaning softly at the velvety caress. The woman’s mouth was soft and moist and oh so inviting, and Jolene reveled in the sensation. She hesitated for a second when the tip of Aurora’s tongue played against her bottom lip. This was a new and exciting step, maybe even a little bit scary. But she wanted to experience it.

Parting her lips, Jolene poked out her tongue and instantly met with Aurora’s. Her body tingled with arousal as the Fae woman began exploring her mouth. Soon though, she started moving her tongue in response and found the sensation positively thrilling.

“You like that?” Aurora asked when she finally broke the kiss, quite some time later.

Jolene nodded, looking into those gorgeous eyes. They were mesmerizing, the little flecks of gold in her iris seeming to move and sparkle all on their own. “Yeah, that was great,” she said haltingly, needing a moment to catch her breath. The presence of Aurora’s hand on her bare hip had not gone unnoticed and wasn’t helping at all to calm her racing heart rate. She found that she didn’t regret one bit her decision to not put her underwear on before coming downstairs.

“Yeah? I’m glad you liked it.” Aurora smirked knowingly and guided Jolene onto her back before leaning in for another kiss.

With her attention focused on the dance of their tongues, Jolene didn’t notice Aurora pushing her shirt up far enough to expose her chest until the Fae stopped kissing her mouth to take a nipple between her lips instead. Her state of undress now very clear, Jolene felt a deep blush creep over her skin, halfway between embarrassment and arousal.

“Can I take this off?” Aurora asked, gently pulling at the shirt. Sensing Jolene’s trepidation, she seemed to decide it was better to lead by example. Aurora stood, and with graceful movements, undid her dress and let it drop to the floor.

Jolene’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she watched Aurora pull off her boots and push her red undergarments down her long legs. When she stood straight again, Jolene took in the sight of the naked Fae. Flawless skin, supple breasts, a flat belly with a narrow waist, and a small, trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her slit. The view took Jolene’s breath away. “Oh, my,” she whispered.

Aurora stepped forward and gripped Jolene’s shirt again, pausing as if waiting for permission. When a nod of consent was given, the Fae pulled it up and off in one gentle motion.

Jolene’s breasts were small, tiny compared to Aurora’s, and when she lay on her back, she was as flat as a boy. Now completely naked, Jolene fought the urge to cover her chest and pussy with her hands. Instead, she lay still, her eyes locked on Aurora’s face as the woman reclined beside her. There wasn’t much room on the sofa but that didn’t seem to matter. Jolene pressed herself against the back of the sofa as Aurora lay on her side next to her.

Their mouths met once again in a slow sensual kiss and Aurora’s hand soon began to explore. Jolene was unsure of what she was supposed to do. She couldn’t even believe that any of this was happening! Here she was, in her living room on Christmas eve, lying naked on the sofa, with a beautiful and equally naked woman who was about to make love to her. Surely, she was dreaming. But the tongue in her mouth and soft hand caressing her chest told her otherwise.

“You okay?” Aurora asked. Her voice was soft.


Aurora kissed her lips once more, then kissed a slow path across her cheek, down her neck, along her collar bone, and to a nipple. Jolene stiffened at the contact but just for a second, surprised at how sensitive her nipple was. As Aurora flicked her tongue over the erect nipple, Jolene explored the incredibly soft skin of the woman’s back. She wondered if the rest of her was just as soft. Would she get the chance to find out?

Jolene moaned when Aurora sucked the nipple into her mouth. Simultaneously, she could feel the woman’s hand make its way down her body, pausing a moment to play with the sparse patch of hair on her mons.

“I’m going to touch you down there now. Is that okay?” Aurora asked.

Jolene nodded quickly. There was nothing she wanted more at that instant. When Aurora didn’t continue, she realized the Fae couldn’t see the nod from that position. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely instead.

Her body shuddered and her back arched off the couch when the woman’s slender finger brushed over her clit, the intensity of the sudden pleasure coursing through her taking her by complete surprise. It perhaps wasn’t the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, but it was an orgasm nonetheless, and absolutely the quickest. Was this more Fairy magic somehow, or had she really been that turned on?

“Well,” Aurora said, holding a finger up for Jolene to see, “you’re absolutely soaked.”

“I’m sorry.”

Aurora chuckled, then took a moment to meticulously lick her finger clean. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for, sweet child. But this sofa is just too small and won’t do at all.” Aurora quickly stood, and scooped Jolene up as if she was no heavier than one of the sofa pillows, then headed for the stairs.

Jolene yelped in surprise and threw her arms around Aurora’s neck. She didn’t say another word, simply studying the woman’s face as Aurora made her way up the stairs and straight to Jolene’s room, as if she had done it a thousand times.

“Are you sure my parents won’t wake up?” Jolene asked as Aurora laid her on the bed.

Aurora shook her head and stretched out beside her. “Fear not, little one. They will not wake.” She kissed Jolene softly while pushing her legs apart.

As their tongues danced, Jolene felt the Fae’s finger circling her entrance. Her body was on fire. Sparks of pleasure shot through her with each movement of Aurora’s fingers. She thought that this was it, as good as sex with a woman could be, but when one of those long slender fingers found its way inside her, she knew she’d been wrong. Jolene’s hips pushed upward on their own, and a loud gasp escaped her mouth.

When Jolene masturbated, she usually just rubbed her clit or humped a pillow, but sometimes when she was feeling extra horny—usually while watching a Wynter Storm video—she would slip a finger into her vagina. The finger inside her now already felt even better than her own, but when Aurora crooked that finger up, she touched something inside Jolene, and the pleasure increased a hundredfold.

“Gaaa!” Jolene croaked, unable to form words.

With her finger held captive by the tightening of Jolene’s vagina, Aurora hummed contently and moved down to  lick Jolene’s nipples while her fingertip kept rubbing that blissful spot inside.

Jolene soon relaxed, allowing Aurora to slowly move the invading digit in and out of her vagina. Each time it went in deep, the woman made sure to press down hard on that special place that caused greater and greater waves of pleasure to wash over Jolene.

When Aurora finally withdrew her finger completely, Jolene frowned and let out a disappointed moan, but then watched in fascination as the Fae put the finger that had just been deep in her pussy into her mouth and cleaned the juices from it. Jolene wrinkled her nose. This was the second time Aurora had done such a thing now, and Jolene still didn’t understand why she would.

“Have you not tasted yourself before, little one? It’s quite tasty.”

“No,” Jolene answered truthfully. She had, on several occasions, covered her middle finger in the slick goo, but had never thought of tasting it. That just seemed…ick!

“I see. Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, Aurora slipped her finger back into Jolene’s pussy, making her gasp. She wiggled the finger around a little, then withdrew and offered it up, hovering less than an inch from Jolene’s mouth. 

With the sweet scent of arousal tickling her nostrils, Jolene looked up into Aurora’s mesmerizing eyes. Should she really do this?

“Go on,” the woman coaxed. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.” She smiled sweetly and touched Jolene’s bottom lip ever so slightly.

Jolene hesitated for a second more before parting her lips and letting the finger in. Instantly, she could taste it. It wasn’t revolting as she had imagined it might be, she was relieved to find. A bit tart and a bit salty, but not terrible.

“And?” Aurora asked.

She shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Just okay?”

Jolene shrugged again. “Do you taste like that, too?”

“Why don’t you try for yourself?” Aurora rolled onto her back and spread her thighs to give Jolene access.

Wide-eyed, Jolene, stared at the very inviting pussy before her. Nervously, she reached out and touched Aurora’s sex. Heat radiated from the woman and her slit was just as wet as Jolene’s.

“Is this okay?” she asked as she marveled at the sensation, at the realization that she was touching another woman’s pussy for the very first time. Not just another woman, a fucking Fairy of all things. Aurora’s telling moan drew her attention to the woman’s face. Her cheeks were flush and her smile bright.

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s wonderful. Now, slip your finger inside.”

Jolene did as she was asked and was soon two knuckles deep inside Aurora’s sex. She noticed that the smooth walls of the woman’s vagina felt much the same as her own, though maybe not quite as tight. She moved her hand, slowly pumping in and out a couple of times before withdrawing.

Holding her hand up, she examined the Fae juices on her finger, gleaming in a ray of moonlight. Tentatively, she brought the finger to her nose and sniffed. A touch musky, but not so strong as to be unpleasant. Then, as Aurora watched with curiosity, she slipped the finger into her mouth. A taste not much different from her own registered on her taste buds. But there was also a sweetness to it as if the Fae’s juices had been laced with honey.

Jolene closed her eyes and slowly pulled the finger from her mouth. “Mmmm, yum!”

Aurora laughed. “That good, huh?”

Jolene giggled. “Yup. Tastes like candy, sorta.”

“Good. Now I want to taste you again, but this time straight from the source,” Aurora said.

Before Jolene could respond, Aurora pushed her onto her back, nudged her legs apart, and moved up close to her pussy. Jolene gasped in surprise at the suddenness of it all. She quickly pushed herself up onto her elbows to see what Aurora was going to do, only to drop back down immediately when she felt that warm tongue swipe up her slit and flick her clit. Her hips jerked and her head tilted back as she was overwhelmed by these new and wonderful sensations.

Aurora took her time, her movements slow and tender. Her tongue patiently explored every fold of Jolene’s sex, sparking up a myriad of little jolts of pleasure.

Jolene lay still for the most part, twitching now and again when the Fae teased her sensitive clit. Losing herself in these amazing feelings, she kept her eyes closed, her breathing growing ragged, then a loud moan escaped her lips when she felt Aurora upping the tempo. The woman’s mouth moved with increased vigor over her sex, her tongue darting around more rapidly, teasing her entrance. Jolene gripped the bedsheets tight when Aurora’s tongue dipped deep into her vagina, making her cry out again.

The pleasure washing over her was intense, magical, and unbelievably wonderful. She was squirming now, the blissful feelings becoming almost too much to bear, and when Aurora slipped a finger into her pussy, it was game over. The orgasm hit her with the force of a tsunami and lit up her every nerve ending with ecstasy. She arched and spasmed, then her world melted away into sweet nothingness.

When Jolene’s eyes fluttered open, Aurora was looking down at her, a smile on her face. “Welcome back,” she said sweetly.

Jolene swallowed. “What happened?” she asked, feeling the afterglow of the orgasm filling her body with pleasant warmth.

Aurora chuckled. “I dare say you had a very nice come.”

“It was very, very nice.” Jolene sighed dreamily. “I’ve never had one like that before. Then again, I’ve never had anyone lick me down there either.”

Aurora chuckled. “I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Do you need to leave soon?” Jolene asked. “I mean, you must have more presents to deliver.” She didn’t want Aurora to leave. There was a lot more she wanted to do with her. But she didn’t want to be selfish either.

“I created a time bubble around us, little one. So, we have some time.”

“Good,” Jolene said and paused a moment before speaking again. “Could…could I try licking you?” she asked nervously. The idea seemed both thrilling and a little intimidating.

Aurora smiled brightly. “Of course, my dear. I’d really like that, if that’s what you want to try.”

Jolene nodded. “It is.” Butterflies filled her stomach as Aurora leaned over and kissed her before rolling onto her back and pulling Jolene on top.

Their tongues danced together as the woman’s hands caressed Jolene’s back. Once again, she thought that this had to be a dream and that she would wake at any moment. But the warm mouth kissing hers and the full breasts pressing against her chest, already filling her with renewed lust, told her that she was wide awake. Surely no dream could feel this amazing.

Breaking the kiss, Jolene slid down, palming one magnificent breast, and taking the erect nipple of the other into her mouth. She gently sucked and explored the pebbled flesh with her tongue for a few moments, much to the vocal delight of Aurora, then moved south. She was nervous, and a bit scared. She wasn’t sure what to do, how to please this magical creature.

“It’s okay, baby. You’ll do fine,” the Fae said in a husky voice, seemingly in response to Jolene’s thoughts.

Jolene paused. How did she…? She frowned, puzzled, but set the question aside for now. That was hardly the first unexplainable thing that Aurora did, and Jolene had more important things to do at the moment.

Planting a trail of hot, little kisses down Aurora’s belly, she stopped at the small tuft on her mons. Jolene brushed her cheek against fine, soft hair, marveling at the silky feel. Seeing Aurora spread her legs in invitation, Jolene swallowed, then positioned herself between the Fae’s legs.

Aurora’s pussy was perfect, the skin flawless, swollen pink lips glistening with arousal, its scent intoxicating. The Fae’s erect clit was peeking out from its hood invitingly. Fascinated and curious, Jolene gently touched it with a finger. She smiled at Aurora’s moan, and traced a few small circles over the sensitive bud, then trailed her way down through the smooth warmth of the woman’s folds, finally pushing her finger in Aurora’s vagina for the second time that night.

“Mmmm, yes,” the woman purred.

Jolene pumped her finger in a slow rhythmic motion. Just watching what she was doing to this woman was making her own juices flow again. Juices. Yes. It was time to indulge. Jolene shuffled forward a bit and lowered her face to her partner’s sex.

She placed a kiss on each side of Aurora’s slit, then right on her clit, receiving an appreciative hum in response. Jolene sucked gently on the sensitive bud, then flicked it with her tongue, enjoying the taste. Giggling at how she made Aurora’s body twitch, she did it again and got the same reaction.

“You’re teasing me, you naughty girl,” Aurora whined playfully.

Jolene giggled again then pushed the flat of her tongue up the length of the Fae’s sodden slit, from entrance to clit and back again. Was she really doing this? Eating pussy like she had seen the women in her pornos do? Yeah, she was, and any shyness or trepidation she may have felt quickly vanished. She was right where she wanted to be. Her Christmas wish was coming true.

She continued lapping at the delicious cunt, increasing the tempo of both her mouth and her finger. Aurora was pushing her hips up in response, loudly voicing her appreciation.

“Yes, Jolene. Fuck yes!”

Jolene smiled at the curse word but didn’t slow down. She licked and sucked and fingered, trying hard to maintain contact as the Fae writhed beneath her. Then Aurora’s hand was suddenly on the back of her head, holding it in place as the woman pressed her sex into Jolene’s face and cried out.

Juices squirted from Aurora’s pussy, spraying all over Jolene’s chin and mouth. Jolene jerked back in surprise, taken completely unawares. She’d seen this occur a couple of times while watching porn, and thought it weird and maybe a bit gross. But having it happen to her wasn’t that bad after all, she found, and the little that got in her mouth was kind of sweet for some reason. It was over quickly, and Aurora soon relaxed and released her head.

Jolene sat up and examined the mess on the bed, wondering how she was going to get that cleaned up. She touched her chin, feeling warm liquid still dripping from it. Oh well, that was a problem for later.

She smiled, watching the naked Fae lying on her bed, eyes closed as she recovered, her ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. Jolene crawled up Aurora’s body and snuggled in beside her.

Aurora opened her eyes as she turned her head. “You’ve done that before,” the woman said hoarsely.

“Um, no, I swear!” Jolene frowned and Aurora chuckled.

“Well, you could have fooled me, little one. That was fucking amazing, what you did.”

“Really? And you swore again!”

“Yes. And sorry.” Aurora grinned at her. “Now, we have time for a bit more fun. Are you up for it?”

Jolene’s heart rate picked up instantly, and she stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman. “More? You bet!”

Aurora got to her knees, pivoted, and lifted one of Jolene’s legs to drape it over her own. Shuffling forward, she positioned herself so that their pussies were touching, then she pulled Jolene against her and began rolling her pelvis, grinding their clits together.

An intense electric jolt flashed from Jolene’s core and spread through her body. “Oh, my!” She groaned and moved her own hips, quickly matching rhythm with the Fae. Both of them began panting as their tempo intensified, their sodden cunts slamming against one another. The bed shook and squeaked, its headboard smacking the wall with a loud thud, thud, thud.

Jolene lay on her back, sweat beading on her face and her breaths coming quick. She knew she soon would be, too. Aurora seemed to tower above her, kneeling there, hips rocking with determination. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted slightly, as she pulled at her pointed nipples. Jolene was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty and studied her intently. She wanted to remember this moment forever.

Aurora’s eyes opened, filled with lust and passion, and she met Jolene’s gaze. As if on cue, they both cried out at the same time as they watched each other. Jolene stiffened, once again being engulfed by the wonderful warmth of orgasm. She shuddered and sank back into the bed as Aurora’s movements slowed and stopped. Aftershocks rippled through her as the Fae woman untangled herself and joined Jolene on the bed, pulling her into a warm embrace, and kissing her softly.

They rested there, holding each other for several minutes while Jolene recovered from the best orgasm of her young life.

“Are you okay?” Aurora asked softly, brushing the hair from her face.

More than okay!”

Aurora smiled. “I’m glad.” Sitting up, she took a look around her, taking in the bedsheets stained with sweat and pussy juice. “Well, we’ve made quite a mess, huh?” Waving the palm of her hand above the sheets, the soft blue glow of Fae magic washed over the scene, and instantly the bed was back in perfect order, as if freshly laundered. “There you go.”

“Holy crap!” Jolene gaped. “I wish I could do that with my chores!”

Aurora gave her another smile, though there was a hint of sadness in it this time.

Jolene frowned. “You have to go now, don’t you?” she said, her voice trembling a little.

“I’m afraid so, little one.”

Jolene gave Aurora a firm hug. “I understand. But I wish you didn’t have to.” She held the beautiful Fae woman for a moment longer, then let her go. The two of them got up and headed back downstairs, walking hand in hand. They dressed, then Aurora took Jolene back to her room and made sure she was settled in her bed. Leaning down, she kissed Jolene one last time.

“Thank you,” Jolene said softly, “I’ll never forget this.”

Aurora pulled a device from one of her mysterious pockets and held it up. “I am afraid, sweet girl, that you will.” Before Jolene could reply, Aurora pressed a small button on the device. Science and magic worked together and in a flash of colorful light, Jolene was instantly in a deep sleep.


North Pole – later that night

Aurora shut down her sled, paused long enough for the high-pitched whine of the engine to dissipate, then stepped out. A quick glance up at the large status board on the far wall of the hangar told her she was not the last to get back. Angelica was still out, which wasn’t surprising, as she had a thing for human males and was probably granting all sorts of extra Christmas wishes.

Aurora shivered as she made her way across the cavernous hangar, being mindful of the small maintenance bots that scurried around the dozen sleds parked inside. Behind her, the large hangar doors cycled closed and the ceiling-mounted heat pumps whirred to life, quickly warming the cold arctic air that had rushed in with the arrival of her sled.

“Sparks!” Aurora yelled as she entered the tech shop just off the hall from the main hangar.

A head popped up from behind a workbench a few feet away. An Elf, one of the many Lesser Fae that worked at the north pole, pulled a pair of goggles from his face and smiled at her.

“Ah, Miss Aurora. A pleasure to see you. Did you have a good run?” The Elf stood no more than three feet tall. As usual, his green and red outfit was covered by a dirty, tan-colored welder’s apron.

Aurora held up her QNPI. “There’s something wrong with this thing,” she said.

“Oh? Are you sure? It’s highly improbable. You must have done something wrong,” Sparks said indignantly as he came from behind his workbench.

She glared at him. “Yes, I’m sure! A child woke up and caught me at the tree. And I didn’t wake her!” she snapped.

“Fine. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he huffed, snatching the device from her hand. “I’ll take a look.” Turning, he headed back to his bench then called over his shoulder, “By the way, the old man is looking for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. What the hell? she thought as she headed deeper into the complex. She crossed the huge assembly room, deserted now that Christmas Eve was drawing to an end and all the presents had been packaged and shipped for this year. There were lots of bits and pieces of scrap material scattered about on the workbenches and the floor. It would be cleaned up the day after next, for tonight was a night for celebrating another year’s hard work. Everyone would gather in the banquet hall. Fairies, Elves, and the Sprites too. There would be food, drink, music, dancing, and lots of sex as well. The next day would be spent sleeping it off. Luckily, both Lesser and Greater Fae could recover very quickly from any overindulgence. After that, it would be time for clean up, retooling of the workshops, and the processes for next Christmas would start again.

Aurora made her way up the grand staircase and stopped in front of a set of large double doors made of rich wood, inlaid with ornate carvings and gold leaf. She knocked.

“Come,” a deep voice beckoned from inside the room.

She lifted a hand and the doors opened inward by their own accord, then closed behind her on their own after she stepped inside. The old man, a Greater Fae who sat behind the large desk was indeed old. Ancient, even. Much, much older than any human being on the face of the Earth, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was heavy-set and sported a full white beard. His white, cotton undershirt covered an ample belly, and suspenders stretched over his shoulders. Even though Aurora couldn’t see them beneath the desk, she knew they were fastened to a pair of red pants. The matching red coat and cap that completed the ensemble had been casually tossed onto the leather sofa along one wall.

He placed a quill pen into its holder, adorned with a name plaque. It was made of polished Obsidian and the Fae’s name, Kris Kringle, had been engraved into it and highlighted with gold leaf. A gift from his daughter. He stood and stretched, then made his way over to a small bar cart.

“Aurora, my child. Please sit,” he said. He poured an amber liquid into two crystal tumblers, then handed one to her once she was seated in one of the pair of chairs in front of his desk.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the glass. “You wanted to see me, Father?”

“Yes.” He lowered his bulk into the chair beside her and took a sip of his drink. “How was your trip?”

“It went well. All presents were delivered. No issues with the sled. But you already know that.” She took a sip of her drink and studied his face over the rim of her glass. He looked concerned about something, but she didn’t know what it could possibly be.

“Yes. You are correct,” he said. He took another sip then continued. “I see from your flight log that you stopped at the home of Jolene Greer.”

Aurora cocked her head and looked at him. “Yes.” It was strange for him to comment on something like that. Why would he care about a little girl from a small midwest town? What had happened between her and Jolene that night was not something out of the ordinary either, so that couldn’t be the issue.

“And she was awake and walked in on you while you were unloading gifts.”


“Did you not find it odd that this happened?” he asked.

“I did. I tried to troubleshoot the problem as per the regs, but then I realized I was actually supposed to wake her up anyway, so I figured there was no harm.” She took a sip of her drink and enjoyed the soothing warmth of the liquid as she swallowed, then continued. “I put her to sleep and erased her memory before I left, and I gave my QNPI to Sparks to run a diagnostic upon my return.”

Kris grunted and nodded his head. “I see. I doubt that Sparks will find anything amiss with your QNPI. So, if that’s the case, why do you think young Jolene was not affected but her parents were?”

Aurora mulled this over as she took another sip. The QNPI was designed to affect humans. To keep them asleep while the Fae did their work. Humans. Jolene’s parents are human, so they slept. Jolene didn’t stay asleep because…

Aurora’s eyes widened. “Jolene is…Fae?”

The corners of Kris’s mouth lifted slightly, then fell back down. “Very good, Daughter. But only half-Fae. I had hoped that she would have taken after her human mother and that her Fae genes would remain recessive.”

“But I thought that it was impossible for a Fae to impregnate a human or vice versa.”

“Impossible, no. Extremely unlikely, yes. The odds are something like a one in 10 billion.” He paused for a moment, studying his glass. “I guess I was that one.”

“You?” Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was hearing. “Are you saying you’re Jolene’s father?”

He nodded without a word.

“You’ll need to explain this…Does Mother know? Does Jolene’s father know? Her human father.”

He held up a hand. “I will explain. Yes, your mother knows, and no, of course Jolene’s human father doesn’t know. That would be dangerous.” He took another sip, a much larger one this time. “13 years or so ago, Marsha, Jolene’s mother, was engaged to Greg, Jolene’s human father. Now, this is where it starts to sound silly.”

“Silly? How?”

“Marsha was still a virgin.”


“Well, she didn’t want to be. She wanted to have sex with someone else before committing her life and body to one man.”

“So, what was the issue?” Aurora asked.

“The same one that Jolene had, sort of. Small, very conservative town. Any sort of indiscretion on her part would be scandalous if made public. In her mind, the risk was too great.”

“So, she made a Christmas wish,” Aurora said.

He nodded. “She made a Christmas wish. The route I was doing that Christmas Eve brought me to Marsha’s house. I woke her. Explained about her wish and who I was…”

“And you had sex with her.”

Lots of really good sex!” he said proudly.

“TMI, Father, as the human children say.”

“Right, sorry.”

“So, what does this mean then?” Aurora asked.

“Other than you had sex with your half-sister? Well, hopefully, nothing.”

“You’re right! I did.” Aurora giggled. Incest among the Fae was not taboo as it was among humans. Generally, it happened between siblings, with cousins, or with aunts and uncles. Sometimes it even occurred between a parent and child. But even though it wasn’t frowned upon, it was still rare.

“You mentioned you were able to put Jolene back to sleep and wipe her short-term memory before you left. Right?” Kris said.

“Yes. Tucked her in and double-checked. She should wake tomorrow remembering only fragments of a wonderful dream, and then even that will quickly fade to nothingness. She’ll feel sated, and…well, maybe with some parts of her anatomy tender and damp, but she won’t know what happened in her ‘sleep’,” Aurora said, feeling a pang of regret.

“Good, good. Then there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“What problems could there be if she did remember?” she asked as she returned the empty glass to the bar.

“She may come looking for you one day. May find out she is part Fae, and that Santa Claus is her father. That could cause all sorts of problems. She’s not one of us. Doesn’t know our ways. And that could pose a real threat to our security.”

Aurora hummed. “Good thing she won’t remember then.”

“Good thing indeed,” he agreed.


Christmas Morning

Jolene stretched and yawned. The sounds of Christmas carols were coming from downstairs, making Jolene feel excited and giddy. She swung her legs out of bed and noticed an unexpected sensation. A pleasant ache between her legs. She lifted her nightshirt and slipped a hand into her panties. Her pussy was sticky and tender. She raised an eyebrow as she tried to remember. Videos of Wynter Storm. Masturbating. Then…then something.

“What happened after that? she whispered to the room.

She pulled her hand from her underwear and brought it to her nose. She sniffed. The usual scent of arousal touched her nostrils. Musty and strong. But there was something else. She took a deep whiff, breathing it in. There was a sweetness to it.

Then, as if a curtain was drawn back, it all came rushing back. Yes, she had masturbated, twice. Then she’d heard a sound and went downstairs to investigate. A person by the tree. A woman. Aurora. She wasn’t a woman, though, she was a…a Fairy, a Fae.

They’d had sex, made love. A magical being of great beauty had made love to her and had given her immense pleasure, several times. It had been wonderful! Her Christmas wish had come true. She remembered it. Remembered it all. Even though Aurora had told her she wouldn’t remember, she did.

She replayed the events in her head until a knock at the door snapped her out of it. Her mother poked her head in and smiled at her. It was probably a good thing that she did at that moment, too, because Jolene was already feeling her arousal flowing anew between her legs. If her mom had come in just a couple of minutes later, she might have found a very different scene.

“Morning, sweetheart,” her mother said cheerfully. “Time to get up. I think Santa came last night.”

Jolene smiled brightly at her. She sure did, Mom. And I did too! Jolene thought as she stood, grabbed her robe, and made a quick stop to freshen up in the bathroom, before heading downstairs to open gifts with her family.

The End



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 13

  • Posted on June 28, 2021 at 2:49 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Stacey’s heart was pounding in her chest as she crossed the room. Mostly because she’d been fingering herself as she watched Trish and Cindy, their half-naked bodies writhing in pleasure, but it was also born of a new sense of nervousness.

Trish was staring at her, eyes wide and mouth agape in shocked surprise and confusion. She had moved into a sitting position, legs folded and a pillow on her lap, hiding her exposed sex. Cindy, too, looked rather shocked as she scrambled to mimic Trish’s position.

“Mom?” Trish asked slowly as Stacey sat on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”

Stacey didn’t answer right away. She wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question at this moment. She’d had a private, one-on-one talk in mind when she decided to act on her desire during the days before Trish’s homecoming. But spying on the two pre-teens just now, in their act of wanton sex, had made her lust impossible to ignore and precipitated her plans. So, now Stacey was faced with two issues: How to tell Trish about her affair with Cindy, and how to tell Cindy about her desires for Trish.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m not really sure how to put this. Things have… changed somewhat since you’ve been gone.” Stacey glanced from Trish to Cindy then back again.

“What things? What’s changed?” Trish asked.

Stacey took a breath and released it slowly. “Remember, before your trip, when I told you about walking in on Cindy in your room, naked?” Trish nodded slowly, taking a moment to look at Cindy. “And you asked me if I wanted to have sex with her?”

“Yeah, you said you might have if you’d been 12.”

Stacey swallowed. Guilt was written all over her face, she was sure. She had to confess; the truth would come out eventually. “Well…”

Trish looked at her questioningly, then her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, my God!” she said, covering her mouth with a hand. Her gaze flew between her best friend and her mother. “You two…”

A sheepish smile crossed Stacey’s face and she turned her eyes to Cindy. The girl was staring at her open-mouthed, clearly shocked that she’d just blurted out their secret. Stacey reached over and gently closed Cindy’s mouth with a finger under the girl’s chin.

Cindy swallowed visibly, a blush coloring her cheeks. She turned to Trish, who now wore a playful smirk. “I… We…” Cindy started but was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.

“Damn,” she whispered, scrambling from the bed and retrieving her phone from the discarded pants.

“Hi, Mom. Sure. Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Bye.” Cindy ended the call and turned to Trish. “Rotten timing,” she said, pulling on her clothes, “but I need to go now.”

Stacey could hear the touch of uncertainty in her voice. “Everything is okay, sweetheart. We can talk about it when you get back.”

“Are we okay?” Cindy asked Trish, still not sounding completely reassured.

Trish nodded and slid off the bed. “Everything’s cool,” she said and slipped an arm into Cindy’s and walked with her out of the bedroom.

Stacey chuckled when she heard Cindy ask from down the hall, “You do realize you’re not wearing any pants, right?”

Waiting a moment or two to collect her thoughts before following, Stacey reached the bottom of the stairs just as Trish closed the front door. Her eyes traveled to her daughter’s bare butt, enjoying the view.

Turning from the door, Trish cocked her head, giving Stacey a look.

Realizing that her eyes were now fixed on the girl’s pussy, Stacey quickly lifted her gaze to Trish’s face. “Cindy okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. Now we,” she said, pointing a finger first at Trish then at herself, “should sit and discuss this.”

“Discuss you two?” Trish asked. She didn’t sound upset at all about Stacey’s confession, so that seemed like a good sign.

Stacey nodded. “Yeah, that and other stuff, but let’s go upstairs first.”

Trish agreed and Stacey took her daughter’s hand, guiding them toward the master bedroom. After a quick stop at Trish’s room to retrieve the girl’s underwear, Stacey sat on the side of her bed and Trish took a spot beside her.

“Well,” Stacey said, looking down at her hands folded on her lap. “Where to begin.”

“How ‘bout the beginning?” Trish said then grinned when Stacey frowned at her.

“Smartass,” Stacey said. She turned slightly to face Trish and began her story. “It first happened after we got back from taking you to the airport.”

“What!” Trish’s eyes grew wide. “You two were… you know, while I was still in the air? How did that happen? I mean…” She paused for a long moment. “You didn’t… make her, did you?”

It was Stacey’s turn to look shocked. “What? No! God, no! You don’t think I would do something like that, do you?

Trish shook her head. “No. Of course not,” she replied softly. “So, what happened then?”

Stacey took a breath and explained everything that happened with Cindy on that afternoon a month ago. It felt good to get it out in the open. Not surprisingly, talking about this with her daughter was firing up her libido. She had noticed Trish squirm a bit as she listened, and Stacey wondered—no, hoped—that the story was affecting her as well.

“Wow,” Trish said, having to clear her throat first. “You said it started the day I left. Does that mean you and her had sex more than once?”

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t help myself. Doing things with her was like a drug. I couldn’t seem to stop,” Stacey said with a chuckle.

Trish snorted. “I sure know what that’s like.”

“You and Cindy? And Monica too, I guess?” Stacey asked. The heat between her legs was growing and she had to adjust her position as they spoke. Where was she taking this conversation? It certainly had the potential to become very steamy and, if she was lucky, maybe lead to things of an even more taboo nature. “Are they the only two? Be honest.”

“Would you be mad if I said no?” Trish asked softly.

“Mad? No. But I reserve the right to be concerned and act accordingly if need be. Sound fair?”

“Yeah, sounds fair.”

“So, any other girls?” At some level, she hoped Trish would say yes.

“There were four others,” Trish replied.

Stacey blinked, expecting her daughter to say no, or one at the most, not four. She wasn’t sure if she should feel proud or horrified. One thing was for sure, though, the revelation had sent a jolt of excitement straight to her pussy. “Oh, my,” she replied softly. “You’ve been busy.”

“Does that concern you?”

“Tell me about these other girls first. Who are they? Where did you meet them?”

“Well…” Trish began, flopping onto her back. She paused for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

Stacey looked down the length of the girl’s body. A small ribbon of skin was exposed where her shirt had ridden up, and there was a noticeable damp spot on the preteen’s panties. She didn’t have to check to know her own panties were soaked. Stacey swallowed hard then forced her gaze back to Trish’s face.

“Gabby was the first. I mean, after Monica, of course.” Trish continued. “She’s Monica’s best friend and we met during spring break.” Trish went on, and Stacey learned all about her daughter’s sexual encounters with Gabby, Kat, Daisy, and Alexis.

As Trish spoke, it was all Stacey could do to keep her hands to herself. The desire to strip her daughter naked and have her way with her was strong. Squeezing her thighs together didn’t help much to quell the throbbing of her clit either. With Trish looking up at the ceiling as she told her tale of preteen lust, Stacey was able to discreetly touch herself. That did help a bit, but she knew what she needed was a young girl’s mouth on her yearning cunt.

“Sweet Jesus,” Stacey said hoarsely. She quickly had to pull her hand from her underwear when Trish pushed herself up onto her elbows and grinned at her.

Trish giggled, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “Yeah. There’s been a lot, huh?”

“For a 12-year-old? Yeah, a lot.” Stacey shook her head slowly in disbelief.

“Are you sure you’re not mad, Mom?”

With a warm smile, she placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh. “No, sweetie I’m not. Jealous maybe, but not mad.”

Trish giggled again and looked down to where Stacey was touching her.

“Trish, sweetheart. I need to confess something else to you.” Stacey took a deep breath, watching her hand gently caressing the soft skin of her daughter’s thigh. It was now or never. She had to tell Trish of her desire, of her need to make love to her. If what happened in Trish’s bedroom a month ago had been any indication…Trish would surely say yes. The girl had wanted to then and told Stacey as much.

“What is it, Mom?”

“This thing with Cindy and me, it got me thinking.” Stacey paused, nervous knots forming in her belly.

“Thinking about…”

“I’ve been thinking of that morning in your room. When I… touched you.” Stacey looked into Trish’s beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to smile back. The corners of the girl’s mouth pulled up.

“Yeah? What about it?” Trish asked, a hint of expectation in her voice.

“Maybe I made a mistake, and you were right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong if… if it’s something we both want.” Stacey broke eye contact and looked away, afraid of rejection.

“Mom, are you saying you want to…”

Stacey looked up again and nodded. “Yes, baby, I do. If that’s okay. If that’s what you want, too.”

Trish’s smile changed into a wide grin, and she scrambled to her knees. “It is, Mom. It is!”

The nervous knots in Stacey’s stomach turned to excited butterflies. A child-like giddiness washed over her and a joyful giggle escaped her lips, surprising even herself. A little embarrassed, Stacey covered her mouth.

Amused, Trish giggled as well, then shuffled closer. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Stacey’s lips. It was soft and sweet and would have been like any other kiss they shared, if not for the moment they found themselves in. Stacey brought her hands to rest on her daughter’s shoulders, savoring the delicious kiss for a while longer.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, honey?” Stacey asked, pulling back just an inch. “There’s no going back afterward.”

After a single nod from Trish, Stacey kissed her daughter again, letting her passion flow freely. Their mouths moved together, slowly at first. Stacey was happy to let Trish take the lead, not wanting to rush her. The young girl quickly showed how eager and willing she was, though, wasting no time slipping a tongue into Stacey’s mouth while a hand sneaked inside her open shirt to fondle her breast.

Stacey sat back and shrugged off her shirt, then unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Her arousal-soaked panties were now the only thing she still wore. Without a word, she gripped the hem of Trish’s shirt and pulled it up and off. Tossing it to the floor, she resumed their kiss as she gently guided the girl down onto the bed.

As their tongues danced, Stacey caressed the smooth skin of Trish’s shoulder, then let her hand travel downward until she cupped her daughter’s small breast. Trish moaned against her lips as Stacey played with an erect nipple.

“I love you, Trish,” she whispered, kissing her way along the girl’s jawbone then down the smooth column of her neck.

“I love you too, Mom,” Trish replied, her voice ragged.

Desire raced through Stacey’s body, urging her on. She wanted release as much as she wanted to give it to Trish, but she forced herself to move slowly. To take her time and make this special. Besides, she already had a fuck toy in Cindy. Not that she didn’t care about the cute redhead, she did very much, but as hot and wild as the sex may be, it was just that… sex.

Stacey placed little kisses along Trish’s collarbone, making her way down to one small breast. Trish’s chest was rising and falling quickly, and Stacey glanced up to see that Trish was watching her, propped up on her elbows and craning her neck. Her daughter’s lips were parted and her eyes gleamed with desire. Stacey smiled and returned her gaze to the girl’s breast. The stiff pink nipple, the one she had dared to kiss all those weeks ago, waited for her.

Dipping down, she slipped her tongue out to softly flick the nipple. Trish sucked a sharp breath in response, prompting Stacey to do it again, this time with a bit more force. Trish groaned. Excited by these erotic sounds from her daughter, Stacey swirled her tongue around the taut bud and explored the pebbled flesh before taking it all into her mouth. She palmed the other breast as she sucked and licked and reveled in the taste and texture of this forbidden fruit. Moving her mouth to the opposite breast, she slowly slid her hand down the pre-teen’s belly, feeling Trish quiver beneath her touch. The girl whimpered softly when Stacey gently traced her panty-covered slit with a finger.

Stacey stood and hooked her fingers in the waistband. “These need to go,” she said, then peeled the underwear from her daughter’s hips. She paused, looking down, and admired the young beauty laid out on her bed. She caught Trish’s eyes and smiled. The girl grinned back, opening her legs just enough to draw Stacey’s gaze to her waiting sex.

Was she going to do this? Make love to her 12-year-old daughter? Hell yeah, she was! She had Cindy to thank for this. It was the redhead’s seduction that had made Stacey realize what she really wanted—to explore these taboo desires with her own daughter.

“Scoot up on the bed, Honey. Put your head on the pillow,” she instructed as she pushed down her own panties to join Trish’s on the floor.

Trish obliged, shuffling into position, never taking her eyes from Stacey’s naked body. Stacey crawled up to her daughter, stopping when she was hovering above her on all fours. She straddled Trish, one knee between the girl’s legs and her palms resting next to each shoulder. Leaning in for a kiss, Stacey stopped short when Trish’s hands found her breasts. She closed her eyes and hummed appreciatively at the pleasurable tingles elicited by the girl’s touch. Spurred on by the delicious sensations, Stacey drifted closer and captured Trish’s mouth with her own.

As they kissed, Trish continued to explore Stacey’s breasts, kneading the flesh, and tweaking her nipples. She’d clearly grown quite skilled at that, expertly teasing a moan from Stacey’s lips.

Guided by her growing lust, Stacey slid her left hand down her daughter’s body, not stopping until she found her slit. The moisture at her fingertips and the sharp inhalation from Trish intensified the throbbing of her own clit.

She watched Trish’s face as she teased the flesh of her sex. The girl’s eyes were closed and her mouth open, ragged breaths escaping. Stacey traced a path around the puffy pink labia a couple of times before slipping a finger between the folds. Trish groaned in response, pushing her pelvis against the wandering finger, wantonly seeking deeper contact.

Stacey found it difficult to believe that the sexy—no, erotic—display beneath her was a 12-year-old girl and not an experienced adult. That it was her baby girl, turned into a lewd little minx. The thought only served to turn her on more than she already was, if that was even possible. Sliding her finger a bit further up, she found her baby’s erect bud.

“Yes!” Trish moaned when Stacey applied a light circular motion to the girl’s clit with her finger.

As Stacey continued to play with Trish’s pussy, her breath was getting as ragged as her daughter’s, just from watching Trish writhe beneath her. It was becoming too much to bear. She knew what she wanted, what she needed to do. She shifted her gaze from Trish’s face to the sweet treasure that glistened between the girl’s legs.

Stacey’s hand seemed to move on its own. She watched her finger slip from the swollen clit to her daughter’s entrance. She teased Trish’s vagina, wondering if she dared to push inside. Wondering if her little girl’s hymen was still intact—probably not, she had to admit, considering all the sex she’d just heard about.

“Mom, please,” Trish whined, rolling her hips, obviously in need of release.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Stacey whispered, adjusting her position so that her face hovered mere inches from her child’s pussy, dripping with arousal. The scent was intoxicating, sweet with a slight muskiness that almost made her drool. She spread the labia with her thumbs and pushed the flat of her tongue from bottom to top in a slow deliberate stroke.

Trish jerked, her hips bucking. “Fuck!” the preteen croaked under her breath.

Stacey paused for a second, suppressing a giggle at the language. Profanity was not allowed in their house but, in this instance, she could let it slide. Besides, what is a girl to do when her mother is going down on her?

The flavors of Trish’s juices tantalized Stacey’s tastebuds as she explored her daughter’s sex. She swirled her tongue around the entrance, then up to the clit, flicking and chasing the sensitive bud. Back down once more, she pushed her tongue inside, eliciting another moan from above.

Stacey decided to test her theory and gently eased her middle finger into Trish’s vagina. It was a snug fit, but she encountered no resistance to her penetration. Trish hissed, and the rolling of her hips became more pronounced. Stacey sensed that her daughter wouldn’t last much longer, so she worked Trish’s clit with her mouth while she slowly pumped a curled finger into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Trish cried out.

Stacey felt the girl’s hands tangle in her hair, while the walls of Trish’s vagina clamped down around her finger. She lapped urgently at her clit as Trish arched her back in orgasm. The preteen stiffened then collapsed before releasing her grip on her mother’s head.

Stacey kept on licking until Trish flinched and gently pushed her away, unable to take anymore. She crawled up beside her daughter and gently kissed her lips.

“You okay, baby?” Stacey asked softly.

“Uh-huh. That was wonderful,” Trish said in a dreamy voice.

“Good. I’m glad.” Stacey traced lazy circles across Trish’s torso with a finger.

Trish rolled onto her side to face Stacey. She smiled and kissed her mother slowly for a moment, then cupped a breast and toyed with the nipple.

“My turn?” Trish asked playfully.

Stacey returned the smile and nodded. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” She wanted this almost as much as she’d wanted to make her daughter come. Lying back, she let Trish take charge.

Trish wasted no time, taking one nipple into her mouth. Stacey purred and smiled, watching her young daughter. This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed Trish suckling her breast. Of course, the girl had been much younger then, just a baby, and the circumstances purely maternal. Thinking back to those days, Stacey remembered on occasion becoming… aroused during her daughter’s feeding. Just a little bit, and it never lasted more than a moment. She would immediately squash those feelings down, never to think of them again. Well, until recently, anyway.

As Trish worked her mother’s nipple, warm wonderful feelings rushed through Stacey’s body, moving directly to her core, making her arousal peak ever higher. She gently stroked Trish’s hair, stopping only when the girl moved away. Stacey opened her eyes to see Trish moving down her body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed and clenched again in anticipation as she watched the girl inch ever closer.

Her legs spread of their own volition and Trish nestled between them. The girl looked up, flashing a sassy grin, and pressed a thumb directly to her clit. Stacey sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as Trish worked her swollen bud. The sensations flashing through her were intense and threatened to throw her over the precipice at any moment.

“Oh, God!” she croaked out when Trish’s mouth found her clit and enveloped it. Stacey fell back, clutching a fistful of the blanket in each hand as the pleasure became nearly overwhelming.

“Are you going to come so soon, Mommy?” Trish asked in a sweet, innocent little girl voice.

Stacey’s hips bucked. No, no, no! she whined to herself. She didn’t want to come, not yet! But, oh God, what her daughter was doing to her! The way Trish’s mouth and tongue moved over her cunt and clit, and that little girl voice. It was just too much. She gave in and let the orgasm crash over her. Not that she had much of a choice at this point. “Trish!” she called out, drawing out the name. Stacey squeezed her eyes shut, bright white lights flashing behind her lids, as she rode out wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy. How was it possible for such a young girl to bring anyone to such an intense climax?

Stacey slowly blinked open her eyes once she had caught her breath. She smiled and sighed contentedly, feeling a warm cheek on her shoulder and a finger teasing her nipple. She kissed the top of her daughter’s head and once again hummed in satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, or that fast before,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Trish giggled and snuggled closer. “I’m glad it was good for you.”

“Good!” She snorted. “It was beyond good, sweet girl. More like… absolutely amazing.” She pulled Trish into a warm embrace. “Your stepsister has taught you well, I think.”

“She’s been a wonderful teacher,” Trish said with a grin as she trailed the finger that had been teasing one nipple down Stacy’s belly to the nest of hair at the top of her slit.

Stacey shuddered, feeling her daughter’s fingers playing with her pubic hair.

“Want to see what else I learned?” the girl asked, her voice exuding sex appeal way beyond her years. Then, before Stacey could reply, Trish pulled herself to her knees and straddled her mother’s head. Stacey’s eyes widened as her preteen daughter lowered herself until her juice-slick pussy was within easy reach of her mouth. Trish, on the other hand, was already busy licking Stacey’s equally sodden cunt, her fingers probing her entrance.

Good Lord, she’s going to kill me! Stacey thought as she eagerly began to lick her horny young daughter.


For the second time that day, now a couple of hours later, Trish was finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She checked her face in the mirror once more before heading out. Her mother had given her two more toe-curling orgasms then sent her off to shower away the scent of sex before Cindy returned.

Trish had been surprised but also delighted that her mother had confessed her desires for her and that they had made love. They had discussed whether to tell Cindy about this new facet of their relationship. Stacey was concerned that, even though Cindy was okay with an adult and underaged girl having sex, she might think incest is pushing it too far. Trish, on the other hand, was certain that Cindy would take it in stride. So, they had come up with a sexy, if somewhat sneaky, way of breaking it to her.

Humming a nameless tune, Trish hurried down the stairs to greet her friend. She wondered what Cindy must be feeling at the moment, now that Trish knew about her and Stacey. Hopefully, the girl wouldn’t feel too awkward or uncomfortable around them. Her mom had said that the three of them would talk about it when Cindy returned, and Trish hoped that would make things okay.

Opening the front door, she found Cindy standing there, as expected. Her friend was smiling and didn’t seem uneasy in the least, to Trish’s relief.

“Welcome back,” Trish said happily, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Cindy stepped inside and kicked off her sneakers. “So, what did I miss? I take it by your cheery mood that we’re… okay, then?” Cindy made a large sweeping motion with her hand, indicating herself, Trish, and Stacey, who was sitting in the living room sipping her coffee.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Me and Mom talked and stuff,” Trish said, leading them to the sofa.

“I’d say!” Stacey snorted, but waved it off when Cindy cocked an eyebrow at her. “Cindy, honey, I want to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out the way I did. You and I should have discussed how we were going to tell Trish about us beforehand.”

Cindy shrugged as she sat down on the sofa. She gave Trish a grin then looked back to Stacey. “That’s okay. I mean… I was a bit worried that Trish would get mad at us at first. But when I thought about it, I remembered the talk me and her had when, well, when you touched me the first time. And you told her you’d want to do me if you were 12.” She paused to glance between mother and daughter, a smile on her lips. “She wasn’t upset by that idea at all. I think she might even have been a bit turned on by it. So, I figured she probably wouldn’t be mad now.”

Trish’s cheeks warmed at Cindy’s spot-on assumption. The thought of her best friend and her mom together had turned her on for sure.

Stacey was smiling at them, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m happy to hear that, Cindy. I never thought about it at the time, but I should have…This could have ruined the friendship you two have. I would have felt horrible if it had,” Stacey said.

Trish snaked an arm around Cindy’s waist. “No harm done here. How about you?”

“None here either,” Cindy chirped. “But I was wondering…”

“What, honey?” Stacey asked.

“Well… when I come over…” The pretty redhead glanced between them. “How do I know who I’m going to have sex with? Are we gonna make a schedule or something?”

Stacey laughed. “That’s a good question. A schedule would be a solution, but…” She moved to a spot on the sofa right next to Cindy, placing a hand on the girl’s knee. “You’re Trish’s bestie,  you should be with her. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved all the times we’ve been together, and I would really like to keep on having sex with you. So, maybe it should be up to you, and Trish too, to decide when you’ll sleep in my bed.”

Trish grinned. That was a great idea, letting Cindy be the one to decide when she would have sex with Stacey. But there was another, even better solution, and she waited for her mother to put it out there.

“Yeah, that would work, I guess,” Cindy said as she watched Stacey’s hand slowly traveling up her thigh.

“There is another option,” Stacey said softly. When Cindy cocked her head, she continued. “Trish and I could share you… at the same time.”

Yes! Trish thought. The heat was pooling between her legs at the thought of what her mother was suggesting.

“At the same time? As in a… threesome?” Cindy asked, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh,” Stacey purred. “If you would like that, that is. How about you, Trish? Care to share your sexy friend with me?”

“I’d love to!” Trish responded with a giggle. She pressed herself against Cindy, flicking her tongue along her friend’s ear. A glance down showed that her mother’s hand was at the apex of Cindy’s thigh, gently rubbing against her pant-covered sex, eliciting moans that were soon muffled by Stacey’s mouth.

Trish grinned as she watched the two kiss, growing more excited by the second. She found one of her friend’s small breasts with one hand, squeezing it, while making good use of the other between her own legs, pressing down to find a bit of relief against that pleasant familiar ache.

“Mom,” she said with a playful whine, “this is in the way.” She indicated Cindy’s shirt by pulling at the hem.

“You’re absolutely right, Dear,” Stacey replied, leaning back far enough for Trish to pull the garment up and off her friend. It had no sooner hit the floor than the bra Cindy had been wearing joined it.

As one, mother and daughter each took a stiff pink nipple into their mouths. Cindy whimpered in pleasure and Trish felt her friend’s fingers tangle in her hair. Glancing to the side, she saw Cindy’s other hand on the back of Stacey’s head.

Trish watched her mother for a moment. Stacey was obviously enjoying licking the young girl’s boob just as much as Trish was relishing ogling the scene. Her libido was ramping up fast. Damn, if this could get her so hot and horny despite having already come a bunch of times today, what would happen when she witnessed her mom going down on her friend? She moaned softly in anticipation of what the day had in store, then forced herself to focus her attention on the nipple in her mouth.

Cindy was panting, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Trish slid a hand down her friend’s belly, intending to slip it into Cindy’s pants, but found that her mother had already beaten her to that prize. Trish let the nipple slip from her mouth and stared down, eyes glued to where her mother’s hand was busy rubbing Cindy’s pussy.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” Stacey breathed huskily.

Trish nodded and stood. Stacey followed suit and the two of them pulled Cindy to her feet. The girl, face flushed from the intimate attention she had been receiving, grinned at them.

“Yeah, let’s do that. Quick!” Cindy said, almost breathless. She pushed off her pants, which were already unbuttoned and sliding down on their own, anyway. “And you two are wearing much more than me. Seems unfair!” she added, looking down at herself, clad only in panties and socks, then at the two of them, still fully clothed. Laughing, Trish and Stacey took Cindy by the hands and hurried up the stairs, straight to the master bedroom.

Not waiting for an invitation, Trish quickly stripped down to nothing. She then pushed Cindy onto the bed and removed her friend’s remaining clothes while Stacey watched with hungry eyes.

“Such a wonderfully naughty sight,” Stacey said, moving toward them. “Care to help me with my clothes, girls?”

Trish and Cindy eagerly stood. Trish pulled at the buttons of her mother’s top while Cindy worked the zipper on Stacey’s pants. It only took a few moments to have the woman as naked as they were. Trish loved seeing her mother’s nude body. Stacey was just as sexy as Gwen, with both women having a similar build, though Stacey’s boobs were smaller. Not that Trish cared about that.

Stacey crawled onto the bed and stretched out on her side like a cat. She smiled slyly and crooked a finger at them. “Come girls. Don’t be shy.”

Cindy was the first to scramble alongside Stacey. Trish followed more slowly, sitting near the foot of the bed. “I think I’d like to watch you two for a bit, if that’s okay,” she said.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you wish,” Stacey said, turning her attention to Cindy.

“Don’t wait too long or you might miss out,” Cindy teased.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any fear of that,” Stacey said then pressed her lips to Cindy’s. The cute redhead fell back onto the bed, with Stacey following her down.

Trish watched in delight as the two kissed, Cindy’s arms wrapping around her mother while Stacey’s hand found the young girl’s pussy. God but this was hot. It reminded Trish of watching Gwen and Monica have sex, but the fact that it was her own mother and her best friend made the scene that much more erotic.

As Stacey’s hand explored Cindy, Trish mimicked what her mother was doing between her own legs. She rubbed her clit for a moment, then pushed a finger into her entrance. As Stacey’s finger pumped, so did Trish’s. Her moans and rapid breaths matched Cindy’s, and Trish was sure that her friend was feeling the same jolts of pleasure that she was. The pressure was building inside, and Trish knew that they would both come soon.

She was surprised when her mother paused before pushing the girl over the edge, instead taking her hand away. Trish stopped touching herself, too, matching what was happening to her friend, though she wasn’t sure why. Cindy, a bewildered look on her face, whimpered in disappointment.

“Fear not, my dear. We’re not done yet. But there’s no need to rush,” Stacey said, then leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, getting a soft moan in response, though Cindy didn’t look completely satisfied with the change of pace.

Trish grinned and cupped her own small breasts. She rubbed and pulled at her nipples as Stacey suckled on Cindy’s. The need between her legs was strong, though, and soon Trish slipped a hand back to her pussy, rubbing eagerly over her swollen clit. Cindy seemed to have the same idea, reaching down to touch herself, but Stacey pushed her hand away.

“No, no, no. No touching,” Stacey chided. She began sliding down the preteen’s body, planting little kisses as she went.

There was no doubt in Trish’s mind as to what her mother was about to do, and her clit throbbed in sympathetic anticipation. When Stacey reached her goal, Cindy sucked in a sharp breath. Trish moaned, pressing down on her clit. She couldn’t see exactly what her mother was doing but the bobbing of her head and the way Cindy squirmed painted the erotic scene clearly enough.

Trish pushed a finger inside her cunt once again, pumping rapidly as she watched Stacey devouring her best friend’s pussy. She was on the brink again, and this time she wasn’t stopping for anything. Her moans grew louder as she fingered herself in rhythm with the rolling of Cindy’s hips, and when the girl stiffened and cried out, so did Trish. Her breath caught and her body convulsed as the delicious ecstasy of the orgasm rushed through her.

All too soon, the pleasure faded away, as it always does, and Trish opened her eyes. Cindy was lying still except for the rise and fall of her chest, her eyes just now fluttering open as well. Stacey moved up beside the redhead, Cindy’s juices glistening on her lips and chin.

“That was so hot,” Trish said when Cindy had returned from the dreamy world of post-orgasmic bliss.

“You should have been on my end,” Cindy replied with a snort.

“I’m sure I can make that happen,” Stacey said in a saucy voice.

“Mmmm, can’t wait!” Trish said in a sexy tone of her own, exchanging a sultry look with her mom.

Cindy looked from one of them to the other questioningly. “Wait, you’re really going to… together? I mean, I thought… umm, that each of you would take turns with me and that would be it.” Cindy paused for a second, then a wicked smile grew on her lips. “But don’t get me wrong! I think that’s kinky as hell and really hot. A threesome with a mom and daughter. Wow. And here I thought a threesome with twins was wild.”

Stacey raised an eyebrow. “Twins?”

“Story for another time, Mom,” Trish said as she crawled up her mother’s body. “For now, I think it’s time for us to make you come.”

Stacey chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Trish kissed her mother for a moment as she fondled a breast, then moved down to take a hardened nipple into her mouth. She motioned for Cindy to join her on the other side, but her friend was busy staring. Maybe she hadn’t completely believed that Trish would be getting dirty with her mom, and now the sight was blowing her mind. Trish couldn’t blame her; she’d certainly enjoyed watching Stacey and Cindy just earlier—not to mention Gwen and Monica!

Finally, Cindy gave herself a shake, flashed a grin, and came closer. Both of them began to eagerly suck and lick Stacey’s breasts.

“Damn, girls. That feels so good,” Stacey murmured.

Trish hummed a muffled reply as she slid a hand down her mother’s belly to the wet heat between her legs. Quickly finding the swollen clit, she began moving her fingers in little circles over it. Stacey bucked in response then settled into a gentle rolling motion with her hips. Cindy’s hand soon joined Trish’s, pushing two fingers into Stacey’s vagina. Trish and Cindy exchanged excited looks as they rubbed and fingered Stacey, then the space between them disappeared and their mouths moved together hungrily, their tongues tangling.

Stacey was moaning and squirming, her hands moving up and down their backs, cupping their asses, even slipping between their legs from behind. This fueled Trish’s renewed desire, her clit once again begging for attention. She shifted around, straddling her mother’s leg, and pressed her pussy against it. Trish tried rocking her hips, adjusted her position, and gave it another shot. Finding just the right spot, she applied more pressure, mashing her clit against her mom’s leg. A moan escaped her lips.

Seeing what Trish was doing, Cindy mimicked her. Each of them humped one of Stacey’s legs as they switched between kissing one another and sucking on the woman’s nipples, all the while maintaining their attention on Stacey’s cunt.

“Yes, yes. I’m gonna come,” Stacey called out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

They didn’t. Instead, they doubled down and increased the tempo with both their fingers and their hips. Soon, Stacey cried out as her orgasm hit, and that was all Trish needed to join her mom over the edge. Intense waves of pleasure hit Trish over and over. She called out as her body jerked with each of the aftershocks that shot through her like bolts of lightning. Lost in her bliss, she only vaguely was aware of Cindy crying out as her own climax took her.

Trish and Cindy snuggled with Stacey after everyone had calmed down, one on each side. That had been wild, but making love with her mom had made Trish’s sexual appetite simply endless today, and she was sure they weren’t finished yet. Far from it. This was just a small respite between rounds.

She glanced across her mother to where Cindy was looking back, a big grin on her face. “You ready for more?” Trish asked her friend.

“You bet. But, um, could I…” A shy smile appeared on Cindy’s lips, but there was also plenty of lust in her gaze. “Could I watch you and your mom some more first, though?”

“Fine with me! Anything you’d like to see us do?”

“Umm… how about a sixty-nine?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Girls, I am still here, ya know,” Stacey said in mock annoyance.

“We know,” Trish said, tweaking her mother’s nipple. “You wouldn’t mind licking my pussy while I licked yours, would you?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. But first, I need a bathroom break and some water.” Stacey extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and stood. “You two are going to wear me out.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Cindy said once Stacey was out of the room.

Trish snorted. “Well, I can’t believe you seduced my mom the same day I left for Edmonton.”

“Well, that was kinda your fault. If you hadn’t told me what she said about wanting to do me if she was our age…”

“I’m sure her touching your pussy and making you come had something to do with it, too,” Trish replied.

Cindy shrugged. “I plead the fifth.”

They laughed as Stacey returned, carrying a tray with three glasses of water. They scrambled to sit up as Stacey handed them each a glass.

“Drink up,” she said, taking a spot next to them. “You need to stay hydrated.”

Once they had their fill, Stacey placed the empty glasses on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed. Trish eyed the length of her mother’s naked body, licking her lips absent mindedly.

She had learned and done so much since Monica first introduced her to sex only a few months ago. Wondering what Monica was doing right now, Trish smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell her stepsister all about these thrilling new developments in her sex life! And maybe if she could get her in bed with Mom and Cindy one day…

“If Monica visited, you think we could have a foursome?” Trish asked without thinking.

Stacey cocked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

Trish felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh! Err, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Never mind!”

“Too late, I heard you. What makes you think Monica would be okay with fooling around with an adult, hmm?”

Trish shrugged, hoping her mom would just let it go. She really didn’t want to get into exactly why she knew Monica would be okay with it.

“Do Monica and her mother fool around?”

Trish didn’t answer, she just looked blankly at Stacey. She didn’t want to lie to her mom, but at the same time, she had no right to betray Gwen and Monica’s secret.

Stacey studied her for a moment, and Trish began to worry that her mom could read her mind.  She didn’t seem to be mad or worried, though. In fact, was that the beginnings of a smirk on her mother’s lips?

“I see,” Stacey said slowly, then sighed. “Well, we can discuss that later. Now, I think there was talk of a sixty-nine earlier?”

The knot that had begun to form in Trish’s belly disappeared and she flashed a large smile. Eagerly straddling Stacey’s face, she lowered her mouth to her mother’s pussy, new arousal joining the abundance already there. Trish licked and sucked with delight, savoring the taste and scent as her mother did the same to her.

It wasn’t long before she felt another pair of hands on her backside. Apparently, Cindy was no longer content with just watching. Without warning, small fingers pushed into Trish’s vagina. She gasped at the suddenness of the intrusion, then moaned as Cindy began fucking her. Her mother’s tongue and Cindy’s fingers soon had Trish crying out as yet another orgasm claimed her.

As soon as Trish rolled off her mother, Cindy took her place, the redhead’s mouth hungrily lapping at Stacey’s cunt. Trish watched, grinning at the scene.

She thought of the wonderful sex that had happened today. Or all summer, really. She’d had so many wonderful experiences. With Monica and Gwen, with Gabby and Kat, with Keesha and all the other girls at camp Lick-A-Clit. Even her rendezvous with Mark in the boathouse had been special in its own way.

Sex with her mother had been a pipe dream, or so she had thought. But now it was happening, and that made her smile even more. She could only imagine what the rest of the summer would have in store for her. Maybe, hopefully, it would include a visit from Monica. If it did, she knew that at the very least she, Monica, and Cindy would have sex. What she really hoped would happen, though, was the foursome she had accidentally alluded to earlier. Her mother didn’t seem put off by the idea, so maybe, just maybe

The End?



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 12

  • Posted on June 21, 2021 at 1:59 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The remaining few days of her time with Monica, Gwen, and her father had gone by in a flash. If Trish and Monica weren’t home keeping busy, they were at the mall or the pool. The evenings were reserved for family time. Jason, now done with the night shift, would take them all out to dinner, then a movie, or a trip to the bowling alley. One rainy evening they just stayed home and played board games. Trish and Monica had saved their lovemaking for the nighttime, though they did get in an afternoon threesome with Gwen.

They were quiet on the way to the airport, holding hands instead of speaking, in fear one of them would start to cry, though the tears did come as they hugged and said their farewells at security. When Trish and her dad passed through the metal detector she turned and waved to Monica and Gwen. Her heart ached, and she wanted to rush back to Monica and hold her and never let go. She couldn’t do that, though, and she knew it.

She would miss Monica, and Monica would miss her. But soon enough, she would be home with her mom, and she would see Cindy too. Besides, it wasn’t like she would never see Monica again. They would be together again during the Christmas holidays, and they could video chat on their computers in the meantime. Feeling just a tad bit better, she took her dad’s hand and headed to her gate.


The flight was uneventful, and it landed at Toronto’s Pearson International on time. Suitcase in hand, Trish and the flight attendant assigned to her made their way from the baggage carousel to where her mother would be waiting to greet her. Trish’s smile grew when she spotted Stacey and she hurried over, wrapping her arms around her mother.

With the release forms signed and ID shown, the flight attendant wished them a good afternoon and left. A dozen or so minutes later, Trish and her mom were in the car and heading for home. They talked all the way there, Trish recounting the adventures she had with Monica in the city and at camp—well, the G-rated ones, anyway—and the family outings with her dad and Gwen.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said as she steered the car into their driveway.

“Yeah, but I wish they lived closer, though.”

Stacey smiled warmly and rested a hand on Trish’s knee. “You and Monica have become good friends, huh?”

Trish nodded then glanced at her knee. Her mother’s hand was still there, and she felt a little pull in her belly. Looking back up, she caught Stacey’s eyes and held them for a long beat.

“Well then,” Stacey said, pulling her gaze and hand away, “Let’s get inside. Are you hungry? I thought I’d order Chinese.” Her mother hurriedly exited the car before Trish could utter a word. What the hell was that about? Trish wondered.

Trish was in her room and was taking her clothes from her suitcase when her mom appeared at her bedroom door. “The food will be here in about 30 minutes,” Stacey said, leaning against the door jamb and folding her arms across her chest.

“Okay,” Trish replied then went back to her unpacking. After a few moments, she realized Stacey was still standing there, a curious grin on her face.

“Mom?” Trish cocked her head slightly. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Yes, of course. I’m happy you’re home. I missed you, that’s all,” Stacey said and crossed the short distance to pull Trish into a hug.

Trish returned the hug and it felt nice. Nice enough to send a familiar tingle through her body when her mother’s hand gently caressed her back. Don’t be silly, she scolded herself. It’s just a hug, nothing more. Stacey gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before retreating from the room, leaving Trish slightly confused.

After the contents of her suitcase were put back where they belonged, and the suitcase itself stowed in the closet, Trish made her way downstairs just as the doorbell sounded. She retrieved plates and utensils from the kitchen and set the table while Stacey paid the delivery guy.

Trish squeezed plum sauce from a small plastic packet, drizzling it over her egg rolls. She took a bite of one. “Mmmm,” she said as she chewed, “these are so good.”

“Did you leave your manners in Edmonton?” Stacey teased.

Trish made a face, scrunching up her nose at her mother, then took another bite.

“Have you called Cindy to let her know you’re home?” Stacey asked.

Trish shook her head. “Not yet.” She ate a couple of forkfuls of rice. “Do you think it would be okay if she stayed the night tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’m sure Cindy is anxious to see you too.” Stacey grinned at her knowingly, clearly thinking she knew what Trish and Cindy would get up to. And Stacey would be right, of course.

After supper, Trish helped with the clean up before heading to her room to call Cindy. Her friend was excited to hear from Trish and eagerly agreed to the sleepover. They chatted for a bit, but each of them had stories to tell that were best saved for when they could speak face to face. They said goodnight with a promise to see each other early the next afternoon.

The rest of the evening was spent on the sofa with her mom watching TV. Trish noticed during the evening that Stacey seemed to be more touchy-feely than normal, placing a hand on Trish’s leg or arm when she spoke and such. It wasn’t unpleasant or anything, it just wasn’t typical mom behavior.

“I’m gonna go to bed now,” Trish said when the movie they were watching ended. It was closing in on 10 PM, which made it 8 PM in Edmonton, and she wondered if Monica might be online.

“Okay, honey,” Stacey said. She gave Trish a warm hug, caressing her back, then a soft kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well.”

“Night, Mom.” Trish returned the hug and headed upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, then continued to her room, where she stripped to her panties and pulled on a nightshirt. Finding a comfortable spot on her bed, she opened her laptop. A few clicks later, Monica was smiling back at her from the screen.

“Hey there. Home safe and sound, I see,” Monica said.

“Yeah. I miss you already but it’s good to be home, too.”

“I miss you, too. I bet your mom was happy to have you home.”

“Yeah, she was.” Trish paused for a moment. “Ya know, she seems… I don’t know how to explain it. More hands-on happy to see me. Does that make any sense?”

“No,” Monica said. “You’re gonna have to explain that.”

“Well, ever since I got off the plane, she’s been giving me hugs. I mean, I expected one at the airport, but she’s given me a bunch more since then. And then she touched my arm or leg while we sat and talked like a hundred times.”

“Maybe she’s just really happy to see you?” Monica said, drawing out the word really.

Trish chuckled. “She’s never acted like that before when I’ve come home from your place.”

She watched Monica make her thinking face, eyes looking skyward and a finger tapping her chin. “Do you think maybe what happened in your bedroom that morning has gotten to her?”

It was Trish who made a face now. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe she’s been stewing on it the whole time you were with me and she’s decided to do something about it but isn’t sure how to tell you.”

“Do you think so?”

Monica shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How do I find out for sure? I mean, I can’t just come out and ask her if she wants to have sex.”

“Yeah, that would be awkward if she doesn’t want it,” Monica said with a chuckle. “Maybe you could just flirt a little. You know, touch her arm or leg like she does to you, or maybe wear something a bit sexy.” Monica waggled her eyebrows at her.

“Sexy? What do I have that’s sexy? It’s not like I own anything from a Victoria’s Secret catalog.”

“No, I guess not. You could wear that crop top and shorts you had on the other day, let her see some skin. Or,” Monica held up a finger as inspiration struck, “you could wear that short nightshirt—you know, the one with the wolf on it—and nothing underneath.”

Trish frowned at her stepsister. “Okay, then what?”

“Then do things around your mom that look innocent but that gives her a glimpse of your cute butt and pussy.” Monica grinned at her mischievously.

“I should flash my mother. Is that what you mean?” Trish had to admit, the idea excited her. More than that, it was turning her on. Without thought, she slipped a hand into her panties.

“No, I said innocent things. Like bending over to pick up something you dropped, or sit cross-legged on the sofa. Stuff like that.”

“You have a naughty mind. Of course, I already knew that,” Trish said.

“Speaking of naughty, are you playing with yourself?”

“Huh?” Trish glanced down, realizing just then what she had been doing. She grinned sheepishly at the monitor, then giggled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Hang on a sec,” Monica said, then disappeared from the field of view. A moment later, the image on the screen shook and bounced around before settling once again. Monica was now naked, sitting on her bed, legs spread wide. The laptop was positioned in such a way that Trish had a perfect view of all of Monica’s body, especially the naughty bits.

“Oh! It’s going to be that kind of video chat, I see,” Trish said with a giggle. She followed Monica’s lead and soon she too was naked with the laptop positioned strategically between her legs.

They chatted some more as they watched each other masturbate. As pleasure grew, their conversation ceased, giving place to soft moans and quick breaths. Trish’s eyes were glued to the screen. Monica looked so hot with her fingers moving faster and faster over her pussy. But Trish kept pace, and soon each of them was rocked by a strong orgasm.

After a time, Trish straightened and focused once more on her laptop screen. Monica was adjusting her position on her bed as well, grinning at the camera.

“That was fun,” Monica said with a chuckle. “We’ve never done that before.”

Trish smiled. “I hope it’s not the last time.”

“Oh, for sure, it won’t be!”


Stacey hadn’t planned on eavesdropping. It wasn’t her fault that the sounds of pleasure coming from her daughter’s room had caught her attention as she passed by. She had intended to pause just for a second, to confirm that she had indeed heard what she thought she’d heard. Then she would head back downstairs to her TV show, leaving Trish in peace to continue what she was doing.

That was what she had intended to do. But the moans coming from Trish’s room had seemed so erotic. There were other moans as well, but they sounded different, as if coming through a pair of speakers. Was her little girl watching porn now? When she put her ear against the door to listen—just for a second, she thought, just to be sure—it was the unmistakable sound of fingers moving rapidly over and through a wet pussy that made it impossible for Stacey to pull away.

Stacey had thought a lot about Trish while her daughter was away. Of course, that was to be expected from a caring mother. But Stacey’s thoughts had been focused more on what had happened in Trish’s room just before she left for Edmonton. Stacey had wanted to, had tried to put it out of her mind…

Then Cindy happened. She’d had sex with Cindy. With a 12-year-old girl. Not just once, but several times over the weeks. She’d lost count, it had been so often.

Each time she’d been with Cindy—touching her, kissing her, licking her—she would think of Trish, wondering what it would be like to do these things to her daughter. At first, she’d been ashamed of herself. How could you want to fuck your own child? she had thought. But with each delicious orgasm she gave Cindy, the desire to pleasure her daughter consumed her more, and by the time she’d picked Trish up at the airport, her mind had been made up. Now, she only needed to find the best way to let Trish know.

When she figured that Trish had come, Stacey turned to leave, but hesitated when she heard Trish speak. Her daughter was alone in the room, she knew that. Maybe the other moans hadn’t come from a video, but another person online. Cindy, most likely. But the other voice she heard didn’t sound like Cindy. It wasn’t until Trish called Monica by name that Stacey knew who the mystery girl was.

“Oh my God,” Stacey whispered to herself, “she’s having cybersex with Monica.” Imagining what those two might have been up to during the past four weeks, the kernel of an idea formed in her mind. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she hurried downstairs.


Trish rolled onto her side and reached out for Monica, wanting to snuggle close, but her hand found only empty space. Her eyes fluttered open and she breathed a disappointed sigh, realizing that she was in her own room as the fog of sleep lifted. She had become used to waking up beside Monica and she missed it.

A knock on her door drew her from the sad thoughts.

“Come in,” Trish said.

The door opened and Stacey poked her head in. “Morning, sweetheart. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No. I was just getting up.” Trish stretched and yawned then pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Good. I didn’t want to interrupt if you were… well, you know.” Stacey flashed her a wicked grin.

“Mom!” Trish covered her face, hiding the blush that she felt burning her cheeks.

“I’m just teasing you. No need to get embarrassed, you know my thoughts on the subject.” Stacey crossed the room and sat beside her.

Trish peeked between her fingers at her mother. “I know. It just feels weird.”

“I understand. It can feel awkward to talk to an adult about sex and stuff, especially with your mother.” Stacey smiled and rested a hand on Trish’s thigh.

Lowering her hands, Trish nodded. “Yeah, a bit. But I know I can talk to you if I need to.” Even through a blanket and sheet, her mother’s touch made her tingle.

“Good,” Stacey said. After a pause, she said, “Your dad tells me that you and Monica have become quite close.”

Trish froze and looked at her mother wide-eyed. What did she know? For that matter, what did her father know? “What do you mean?”

Stacey rubbed her thigh. “He said you two seemed to be more like real sisters than just good friends.”

Trish beamed at the statement. “Really, he said that?”

“Uh-huh. But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you two are even closer than that.”

Just as she was beginning to relax, Trish stopped and stared again, her heart skipping a beat. Maybe her mom did know something, after all. She tilted her head to the side, trying to look like she had no idea what Stacey was talking about. “What… do you mean?” Trish asked again, more slowly.

Stacey hesitated, then glanced from Trish to the laptop that rested on her dresser and back again. “I heard you last night, while you were online with Monica, and it sounded very much like you two were…having cybersex.”

Trish’s eyes widened in shocked surprise. Had her mother listened in on her? Trish wasn’t sure if the heat on her face was more from embarrassment or anger. “Were you spying on me?” Her voice raised in pitch and volume.

“No! Well, sort of. Crap!” Stacey sputtered. She took a breath and let it out. “Let me explain. It wasn’t my intention to listen in on you. I was on my way from the bathroom to the living room when I heard you and another girl making sounds that were… let’s just say telling. And you have to admit you were a bit loud.” Stacey chuckled, but Trish didn’t. “Anyway, the second voice caught me off guard because I knew you were alone. I trust you, and I knew you wouldn’t be doing things like that with strangers, so I thought it might have been Cindy, but then you used Monica’s name.”

Trish shifted nervously. Had their online antics the night before just caused a major problem for them? Her mother didn’t seem upset about it. Or, if she was, she didn’t show it.

“I must admit it didn’t surprise me as much as you might think,” Stacey continued. “Considering how close your dad says you two are, and then what happened with Cindy, well…” Stacey shrugged and took Trish’s hand. “I apologize for making you feel like I was spying, sweetheart. I remember what I told you about exploring your sexuality alone or with another girl, and that still stands. But you’re only 12 years old, and I’m still your mother…”

Trish bowed her head as a blush warmed her cheeks. “I know,” she said softly.

“Good,” Stacey said as she kissed Trish’s forehead. “Now, go get in the shower and I’ll get breakfast started.”

Trish watched as Stacey stood and crossed the room. She wasn’t upset with her mother anymore, and she was very relieved that Stacey wasn’t mad at her. Thinking back, Trish had been a bit loud the previous night as she and Monica masturbated.

When Stacey reached the door, she paused and looked back at Trish. “I still want to have a chat sometime, about you and Monica.” She grinned at Trish and left the room.

“Great,” Trish groaned to the empty room.


Trish was just finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and hurriedly washed her hands before rushing downstairs to meet Cindy. It had been a month since she’d seen her bestie and she was excited to catch up.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Trish saw that her mother had already answered it. She arrived just in time to see them finishing an embrace. It seemed a little weird that her mother would do that, but Trish didn’t dwell on it, figuring that it had been just as long since her mother had seen Cindy, and Stacey was happy to see the girl as well.

“Hey, long time no see,” Trish said. She greeted her friend with a big smile and a hug of her own.

“Felt like forever.” Cindy wrapped her arms around Trish. “I’ve got a story to tell you later,” she whispered in Trish’s ear.

“Oh, yeah?”

Cindy nodded, flashing a naughty grin.

“Listen, I’m going to have to go home for a bit this afternoon,” Cindy said.

“How come?” Trish asked, closing the front door.

“My grandparents will be in the city today for a specialist appointment and are going to visit us after. Mom said she will call me when they arrive so I can say hi and stuff. I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

Trish smiled at her friend. “That’s okay, just hurry back.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“So, how was your trip, Cindy?” Stacey asked as they moved into the living room.

“It was great. We did a lot of stuff in Vancouver. We were hardly ever at the motel, it felt like,” Cindy replied as she followed Trish into the living room. They sat and Cindy told them of her adventures in the city with her parents, aunt, and cousins.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said when Cindy had finished.

“Yeah, sounds pretty cool,” Trish agreed.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of,” Stacey said as she stood. “Pizza okay for supper?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Sounds good,” Cindy replied.

Cindy grabbed her overnight bag from the front entryway as they headed to Trish’s room. Once in the bedroom, Trish closed the door and Cindy dropped her bag at the foot of the bed. The girl then turned toward Trish, a wicked smile on her face. She quickly closed the short distance between them and pulled Trish into her arms then kissed her.

Trish was only slightly surprised by the suddenness of her friend’s passion and responded quickly, accepting Cindy’s probing tongue. The kiss was brief but hot, igniting Trish’s desire.

When Cindy pulled back, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I missed you,” she said.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Trish replied playfully. They laughed and plopped down on the bed.

“So, what’s this story you wanted to tell me?” Trish asked.

“Well,” Cindy said, taking her phone from her pocket, “that story I told you and your mom about my vacation with my cousins…”

Trish cocked her head and watched the cute redhead as she swiped through her phone in search of something. “What about it?”

Cindy held up a finger. “Just a sec,” she said, then said then continued to swipe. A couple of moments later, she handed Trish the phone. “The story I told was the G-rated version.”

“Oh?” Trish said, looking down at the phone. On the screen were three bikini-clad pre-teen girls, two of whom were twins. They looked identical except for their hair, for one was a blonde and the other’s hair was raven black. The third girl, who stood slightly shorter than the twins, had long brown hair. The trio was standing on a beach, side by side, each with an arm around the waist of the girl next to her.

“That’s Holly and Ivy,” Cindy said, pointing to the twins, “I told you about them before.”

“I remember. Which is which?”

“Holly is the blonde.”

“Which makes the other one Ivy. So, who’s the third girl?”

Cindy grinned. “That… is Charlie. And she’s the reason why the story needs an X-rating.”

Trish looked at her friend. “Yeah? Funny name for a girl.”

“I thought so too, at first. Her name is Charlene, but Charlie for short.”

Trish looked at the girls in the photo once again. They were sexy, and it didn’t take much to imagine what could have happened to make it an X-rated story. “So, spill, girlfriend,” Trish said, handing back the phone. “I need details.”

“Like I told you and your mom earlier, we stayed at a motel and visited my aunt and cousins pretty much on the daily. Charlie’s mom and my aunt are good friends, so Charlie hung out with us a lot, too. Anyway, about a week into the trip, me, my cousins, and Charlie had a sleepover at their place.”

“And this is when the naughtiness happened?”

Nodding, Cindy continued. “We were down in the family room, which is where we would crash for the night. We were just chilling and stuff when Charlie asked if I had a boyfriend. I, of course, said no. Then she asked me if I had ever kissed a girl.”

“Really? Just… out of the blue?”

“Yup. I wasn’t sure what to say. You know… in case they were homophobes or something stupid like that.”

“Right? So, what did you say?”

“Well, before I could reply, Charlie told me that they, meaning her and twins, kissed a lot. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It was just a quick kiss at first, but when I didn’t freak out, she did it again… and that time there was tongue.” Cindy waggled her eyebrows.

“Wow. And… I bet you returned the kiss?” Trish asked. She was anxious to hear where this was going.

“Uh-huh. We kissed for a while, until the twins interrupted us because they wanted a turn kissing me. Ivy kissed me first, while Holly made out with Charlie. Then me and Charlie switched twins, hah! We kept on kissing, switching back and forth. At some point, my hands started to wander and… I kinda found myself playing with Charlie’s boobs.”

“I bet that was hot,” Trish said. She was getting turned on by the story. As she sat on the bed, listening to Cindy, she began caressing her friend’s leg while squeezing her own together.

“Oh yeah! But Charlie stopped kissing me when I touched her boobs. She asked me straight out if I’d ever had sex with a girl before. I said I had. Didn’t even hesitate with the answer. The three of them then bombarded me with questions, like: With who? What did you do? Stuff like that.”

“So, you told them about us?”

Cindy nodded. “I hope that was okay.”

“Yeah. Sure. Not a big deal.” Trish gave her friend a reassuring smile. “What happened then?”

“Well, Holly and Ivy, one on either side of me, took off their t-shirts and then helped me out of mine. Then they pulled me down onto the bed and played with my boobs.” She gave Trish a sly grin.

“And Charlie?”

“She pulled off my panties and went down on me.”

“Man, she didn’t waste any time.”

Cindy laughed. “Not one bit!”

“That’s wild. You got to return the favor, I hope.”

“Uh-huh. By the time we were done, we’d all done each other more than once. Got into some interesting positions, too,” Cindy said with a smirk.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun. But… um… you said you all did each other. Does that mean that Holly and Ivy…?”

“Yeah. I was surprised at first. I mean, doing your own sister, that’s a bit… well, whatever. I dunno, I might do the same thing if I had a hot sister, haha.” Cindy looked down at the photo on her phone again. “But what’s even more freaky is that they’re twins. It would be kinda like having sex with yourself. Don’t ya think?”

Trish shrugged. “I guess, but… honestly, sounds like it would be super-hot, if you ask me,” she admitted, grinning at the kinky thought.

Cindy flopped back on the bed and put her hands behind her head. “Okay, your turn. Tell me about your trip. Any hot sex happen for you?”

Snorting, Trish lay back as well next to Cindy. “You could say that.”

Trish went on to fill Cindy in on all the juicy details of her time in Edmonton, leaving out only the part about Gwen, since that was a rather delicate situation with her daughter involved as well.

“I have so many questions!” Cindy said. “You did it with a camp counselor? And a boy? And a bunch of other girls? I thought my vacation had been wild…” There was no doubt that she had become very aroused by Trish’s tale. She rolled onto her side, reaching out to cup Trish’s breast, then glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “But you’ve got me so fucking horny, I can’t think straight right now. I think we have time before supper, if you want to…”

Trish rolled over to face her friend and grinned as she shoved a hand down the front of Cindy’s pants. “Mmm,” she cooed, “you’re soaked.”

Cindy sucked in a breath and moaned approvingly, spreading her legs as Trish’s fingers dipped inside her. She began moving her hips eagerly in rhythm with Trish’s thrusts, then let out a pitiful whine when Trish withdrew her hand.

“Just a sec. Got other plans,” Trish teased. She licked the juices from her fingers as she stood, then with a saucy grin, she yanked the redhead’s pants off and dropped them to the floor before removing her own.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Trish lowered her face to the glistening pussy before her. She paused to inhale the intoxicating scent then pushed her tongue through her best friend’s slick folds. Cindy moaned, pushing her pelvis skyward. Trish felt fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. She sucked on Cindy’s clit, and the girl twitched, grinding herself against Trish’s face.

Trish lapped Cindy’s pussy hungrily as her own clit throbbed with need. She pulled free of her friend’s grip and pivoted her body clockwise until her pussy was within easy reach of Cindy’s mouth. The girl didn’t need any prompting and stuffed two fingers into Trish’s vagina, immediately fucking her with rapid thrusts.

“Fuck yeah,” Trish grunted and once more set to work on Cindy’s sodden cunt.

Soon the two of them were rocking back and forth, tongues and fingers busily pleasuring each other. Bodies thrumming with lust and minds lost in a haze of desire, the world around them ceased to exist.

When their orgasm took them, Trish collapsed and rolled off Cindy. They lay there panting for a while, and Trish wished that she had taken the time to remove her shirt, now stuck to her sweaty body. She was taking her time catching her breath, eyes closed, her cheek resting on Cindy’s bony shin, when she felt her friend jerk and gasp in what sounded like surprise.

Trish’s eyes flew open in response and she looked up, following Cindy’s gaze. A bolt of fear shot through her, then it was quickly replaced by confusion. Her mother was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if in need of its support. Trish could tell that she had been there for a while, watching them eat each other out. Stacey’s face was flushed red and her breathing was ragged. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra had been pushed up, exposing her breasts. Her pants had been undone and pushed down to her thighs. The pink panties she wore were still on her hips, covering the hand that moved slowly inside.

Catching Trish’s gaze, Stacey straightened, stepped out of her pants, and walked toward the bed.

On to Chapter 13!


Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 11

  • Posted on June 14, 2021 at 2:42 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Trish was met by the aroma of Jason’s homemade pizza the instant she pushed open the front door. Monica was only a step behind, and they giggled when both of their stomachs growled in unison. The bus from Camp Witchatic had arrived late due to a flat tire and the girls were starved by the time Gwen pulled into their driveway.

“Hello, ladies,” Jason called from the kitchen where he was slicing the fresh-from-the-oven pizzas, “you’re just in time.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Trish said, dropping her suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi, Jason,” Monica followed suit.

They made their way to where the table had been set with plates, glasses, and napkins. Trish gave her dad a big hug as he came around the counter and he had to lift the hot pans high to keep from burning her.

“Careful, Pumpkin,” he warned, “hot stuff here.”

“Certainly is,” Gwen said playfully, kissing his cheek as she passed.

“Eww!” Trish groaned and grabbed a plate from the stack and sat.

“So, girls, tell me all about camp. Did you have fun?” Jason asked after they had all sat and taken a slice of pizza. Trish and Monica glanced at each other and exchanged a mischievous grin.

“We did, Daddy. There was always something to do,” Trish replied, biting into her pizza.

“That’s great, honey. Gwen tells me that there were about forty girls there. Did you make any new friends?”

Trish was busy chewing, so Monica supplied the answer. “There were several girls that we hung with more than others, but there were two girls in particular that Trish got to know really well.”

Gwen was unable to suppress a snort, understanding the innuendo. If Jason caught it, he didn’t let on, perhaps distracted as Trish broke into a fit of coughs after hearing Monica’s words while taking a drink of her pop.

“Are you okay, Trish?” he asked when she finally stopped.

“Yeah,” she replied, putting down the napkin she had used to cover her mouth, “went down the wrong hole, that’s all.” She cleared her throat once more and gave him a reassuring smile. Turning to Monica, she shot an icy glare. Once Jason was reassured that Trish was okay, they carried on with their meal. To Trish’s relief, the rest of the meal went by without further discussing what they had been up to at camp.

With their meal done, Trish and Monica helped clear away the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then moved to the living room.

“So,” Gwen said as she settled on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, “tell me about these girls you got to know really well.” Jason had left for his night shift a short time before and Trish had suspected that Gwen would be dying to hear all about whatever naughtiness they had gotten into at camp.

Monica laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” She and Trish plopped onto the sofa, one on either side of Gwen.

“Well, the first girl was Daisy, right?” Monica glanced across her mother to Trish for confirmation. When Trish nodded her agreement, Monica hesitated then said. “Or maybe you should tell the story?”

Trish shook her head. She could already feel the blush climbing her neck. “No, you go ahead.” Though she’d never had a problem telling her friends about her sexual exploits, Trish found it embarrassing to talk to Gwen about it for some reason.

“So, Daisy is like 10 and Trish met her during a volleyball game,” Monica explained.

“Such a wonderful age, right on the cusp of puberty,” Gwen interjected.

“Anyway,” Monica continued, “Daisy asked Trish if it was true about the camp’s nickname, so Trish showed her that it was.”

“Geez, Monica! You make it sound like I went down on her right there on the court,” Trish protested.

Gwen laughed and gave Trish’s leg a gentle squeeze. “So, when did you show her?”

“It was a few days later when we were spying on the Barbies,” Trish said, acutely aware that Gwen hadn’t removed her hand, nor did it seem she was going to.

“Wait. What? Barbies?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. That’s what we called them,” Monica said and went on to explain about the four blonde girls and what had happened at Cabin 10 that night: both inside and out. With Monica’s tale bringing back memories, and the way Gwen was caressing the length of her inner thigh, Trish couldn’t help but squirm a little.

“Wow! Sounds like you two had a very exciting evening, indeed,” Gwen said. “I wonder what Veronica plans on doing with that movie. Hopefully, it doesn’t end up online.” Trish and Monica nodded, knowing that it would cause nothing but trouble if it got out.

“And who was the second girl?” Gwen asked.

“Believe it or not, it was Alexis,” Monica supplied. “And before you ask, no, Trish didn’t end up in a movie.”

Monica and Trish told Gwen about the panty raid, each sharing bits of the story. As Gwen listened, her other hand made its way to Monica’s thigh. She was now teasing both of them, pausing on occasion to sip her wine.

Gwen laughed when the story ended. “I guess it’s safe to say that Trish had a very enjoyable time at camp.”

It was Monica who laughed now. “But wait… there’s more,” she said in her best infomercial voice. “There’s also the part about Keesha to tell.”

“Oh?” Gwen said, giving Trish a sly smile. “Do tell.”

“Do you remember me telling you the story of Trish drooling over the lifeguard when she was here in the spring?” Monica asked.

“I do. And this is the same Keesha, I take it?”

“Yep,” Monica said, nodding. “And she had a very special treat for Trish.”

This time it was Trish who told the story, with Monica adding a detail or two if something was left out. When she got to the part about the anal beads, it was Gwen who was squirming in her seat. The sexual tension in the room was very high, and Trish had a hard time finishing the rest of the tale, with her mouth all dry and her breath quickening.

“Oh my,” Gwen said huskily. “That’s quite the story.”

Trish was on fire now, and a glance over told her that Monica was in the same state. The next second, Gwen’s mouth was on hers, tongue pushing easily inside. A hand moved awkwardly to Trish’s crotch and rubbed the front of her panties, making them even damper than they’d already been.

Trish moaned in protest when the kiss ended. Opening her eyes, she saw that Gwen’s mouth found Monica’s instead, and she smiled. While mother and daughter kissed lovingly, Trish undid a couple of buttons on Gwen’s blouse and slipped her hand inside. She palmed a breast, holding it for a moment, enjoying the weight of it in her hand, then she slipped her fingers into the cup and pushed it down, giving her access to the hardened nipple.

Gwen gave an appreciative murmur and sat up. When Monica saw what Trish was doing to her mother, she grinned and quickly finished undoing the buttons of the blouse. With Gwen’s chest exposed, Monica uncovered the other breast and took its nipple into her mouth. Trish eagerly followed suit on the other side.

“This is heaven,” Gwen purred, looking from Trish to Monica and back again, then she closed her eyes and rested the back of her head on the sofa, allowing them to do their thing.

Watching Monica shamelessly licking her own mother’s breast out of the corner of her eye, Trish was reminded of a conversation they’d had before leaving for camp. She sat up, but continued to tease Gwen’s nipple with her fingers. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, “You never finished the story of your first time with Monica. I think you said she was 9.”

“Almost,” Gwen said, keeping still and speaking in a relaxed, almost dreamy voice. “She was just two months away from her ninth birthday. And one night, when she was supposed to be sound asleep, I decided to watch some adult videos on my laptop and take care of business.” She opened her eyes and smiled slyly at Trish. “I was using my favorite vibrator and was getting close when Ms. Monica decided she was thirsty and came looking for her mommy.”

 Trish gasped. “Oh no! She didn’t!”

“She did. Walked right into my room where I was on my back, butt naked, with a vibrator buzzing away between my legs.” Gwen chuckled, took Monica’s hand, and kissed her knuckles. “Monica stood there like a deer in the headlights. I shrieked and scrambled to cover up and close the laptop. Of course, that scared her and she started to cry.”

“Aww, poor Monica,” Trish said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“I had no idea what Mom was doing,” Monica said in her own defense, “then she freaked out on me…”

Gwen patted Monica’s knee then reached for her wine. “Once we had calmed down and the tears were dried, I gave her a simplified explanation of masturbation and that seemed to satisfy her… or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” Trish asked, intrigued by the statement.

“Uh-huh,” Gwen said after taking a sip. “It was a couple of days later, and I was here in the living room reading when I realized that the house seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet, really. Which, to a parent, usually means the kids are up to some sort of mischief.”

“Not this story,” Monica moaned, a blush climbing her neck.

“What? It was cute,” Gwen said. “Anyway, I quietly made my way to her room and peeked inside. There was Monica. Lying naked on her bed, rubbing herself feverishly with my vibrator. She didn’t realize it had an on switch, which was probably a good thing.”

“What did you do?” Trish asked.

“Nothing. Well, not right away,” Gwen replied. “I stood there, in shock for a moment, but also finding myself turned on.” Gwen paused as if looking for the right words to say. “I’ve always liked young girls. I started experimenting with friends my age when I was around 8 or 9, but I found that as I grew older, the girls I desired didn’t. Eventually, when I was about 16, It was just too difficult and dangerous to seduce anyone more than a couple of years younger than me.”

Trish shifted on the sofa to face Gwen. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah. So, from then on, I only seduced them in my dreams.”

“Then you had Monica.”

“Then I had Monica. But I’d never had sexual thoughts about her until that day.”

“Really?” Trish asked, glancing over at Monica, who was watching her mother intently, a grin on her face.

“No. She’s my daughter and it would be taboo, so I never gave it any thought…”

“Until that day,” both Trish and Monica said together then laughed.

Gwen chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Okay. Back to that day then,” Trish said.

“Right. So, once I got over the initial shock, I decided that making my presence known at that point was not the right thing to do.” Gwen took another swallow of her wine and continued. “I went back downstairs and let her finish in peace. Later, after supper, I sat Monica down and had a talk with her about taking my things without my permission, and that I felt she was too young to be using a vibrator.”

“Then what?” Trish asked.

“You know, I think that’s enough of that story for now,” Gwen said as she reached out and caressed Trish and Monica’s thighs.

Despite a hint of disappointment—this was the second time the story had been interrupted, after all—the pleasant sensations from her stepmom’s touch soon had Trish distracted from the conversation, her arousal rising by the second.

“All this talk of sex toys and young girls has made me horny as hell.” Gwen stood and held out her hands to Trish and Monica, who quickly took them. “I think we should take this to my room.”

Trish’s vaginal muscles clenched in response to Gwen’s words. Excited about what was to come, both she and Monica moved with purpose as they were led up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

“Now,” Gwen said, backing a few feet away from them. She shrugged out of her open blouse and removed her bra. “Kiss for me,” she instructed.

Trish’s eyes were first drawn to Gwen’s pointed nipples, sexy and alluring. She took a second to admire them, then focused her attention on Monica, who was smiling back rather lustfully, quite sexy in her own way though fully clothed. Trish took her stepsister into her arms and they quickly found each other’s mouth. Their tongues played a silly game, darting in and out, chasing each other, until they finally tangled together in a sensual dance.

Trish moaned softly into her partner’s mouth, a sound soon echoed by Gwen. She opened one eye to peek at the now nude form of her stepmom. The woman was still standing, leaning against a chest of drawers, one hand caressing a nipple, the other slowly playing between her legs.

“Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing to watch, but I think you two are overdressed,” Gwen said moments later.

“Wanna undress us?” Monica asked.

Gwen shook her head and crossed over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Tempting, but I’d much rather watch you undress each other.” She motioned to a spot in front of her. “Why don’t you stand over here where I can get a good look?”

They did as instructed, standing an arm’s length from Gwen and facing each other. Trish was the first to move, grabbing the hem of Monica’s tee-shirt and pulling it up and off. Monica reciprocated, leaving both of them with their small breasts exposed, as neither of them was wearing a bra.

“Mmm, such lovely boobs,” Gwen murmured. “But no touching. Not yet,” she added when Monica palmed one of Trish’s.

“Aww! But they’re so yummy,” Monica whined playfully. Dropping to her knees, she made quick work of Trish’s jeans, underwear, and socks. She had no sooner stood than Trish was herself kneeling, eagerly ridding Monica of her remaining clothes.

Standing naked side by side with her stepsister, Trish trembled with lustful anticipation. She watched as Gwen’s eyes slowly explored their bodies. Her heart was pounding, and each beat was echoed by the throbbing of her clit. She’d fully expected Gwen to touch them, but she still gasped when the woman’s hand softly pressed against her chest, delicious tingles spreading through her body.

Gwen’s other hand was touching Monica in exactly the same way. When she cupped Trish’s breast with one hand, she cupped Monica’s with the other. When she rolled Trish’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, she did the same to Monica’s.

Gwen took her time, not saying a word, as she caressed and teased their chests. It was driving Trish nuts. She was so ready to have someone’s hand or mouth on her pussy, she could hardly stand it. Her anticipation just kept growing as Gwen gently kissed and flicked her tongue over each of their nipples, making Trish moan softly.

When Gwen finally slid her hand down Trish’s trembling body and slipped a finger into her, Trish thought she might tumble to the floor, as her legs suddenly felt like rubber. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing Monica’s arm to steady herself, though unsurprisingly, the girl didn’t seem to be all that steady herself.

“Oh my!” Gwen said in mock surprise. “You two are absolutely dripping. Such deliciously naughty girls.”

“All… all your fault, Mom,” Monica said, her breath ragged.

Gwen chuckled. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

Trish wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with Gwen’s fingers moving inside her. “I don’t know, but someone needs to make me come… soon,” Trish whimpered.

Gwen withdrew her fingers and stood. “On the bed, then,” she said, licking the juices from her fingers.

Trish and Monica quickly scrambled onto the king-sized bed. Their horniness at peak level, they couldn’t keep their hands from touching themselves or each other.

Gwen smiled as she watched them. “Well, I guess it isn’t fair to keep you suffering. Sixty-nine, then, girls. A quick come while I get a little something I bought for you.”

Trish didn’t need to be told twice. A quick pivot and she was on top of Monica. She buried her face between her stepsister’s legs, eager to taste. At the same instant, as Trish swiped her tongue through Monica’s folds, the girl did the same for her. A flash of intense pleasure shot through Trish and she shuddered. Oh fuck, yes! she thought. It wouldn’t take much more of that to make her come.

It proved difficult to concentrate on what she was doing while Monica’s tongue and lips were moving skillfully over her sensitive clit. She moaned against Monica’s cunt and was rewarded with an eager jerk of her hips. Monica was clearly just as hungry for release. Forcing herself to focus, Trish found her stepsister’s clit and sucked on it while simultaneously pushing two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Monica bucked hard but Trish held fast, both of them giving as good as they were getting. Monica’s last act before succumbing to her own orgasm was to push Trish over the edge.

Sometime later, the familiar sound of a paper bag crinkling behind her pulled Trish out of the post-orgasmic torpor. Now on her back, she opened her eyes and craned her head to try to see what was going on. Gwen was pulling something from the bag, but Trish couldn’t tell what from her awkward position. Rolling onto her belly, she saw that the thing seemed to be made of several strips of black leather attached at their ends.

“Is that the something you bought for us?” Monica asked.

“Part of it,” Gwen said as she pulled another object from the bag.

Trish instantly recognized this item. She had seen a similar one at Alexis’ cabin at camp. Hers had been purple, while this one was a fleshy color. Hers had also been larger. If the one Alexis had was comparable to the size of an adult male, this one was that of a young teenage boy.

“You bought us a strap-on?” Monica asked with equal parts surprise and excitement.

Gwen nodded as she inserted the dildo into its place in the harness. “So, who wants to try it first?” she asked, holding it up by one finger.

“Oh! Let me,” Trish said, reaching eagerly for the toy.

Gwen laughed and handed it to her. Trish examined the dildo first. The silicon shaft felt the same as the one Alexis had, though this one was not as detailed and lacked its bumps and ridges. The size, she estimated, was a bit smaller than Kat’s brother’s cock.

“Here, let me help,” Gwen offered after watching Trish fumble with the harness for a while.

Trish handed it back and stood up when Gwen asked her to. It only took a minute for her stepmom to finish securing the harness in place. Glancing down, Trish laughed at the faux-cock protruding from her crotch. She rotated her hips and giggled again when it swung and bobbed. “Do you think boys do this?”

“I bet they do,” Monica said, now kneeling on the bed and laughing as well.

Trish turned to her stepsister. “Ya wanna suck my dick?” she asked in a mock deep voice, wiggling the dildo again. She watched Monica grasp the dildo in her hand and stroke its length a couple of times before taking it into her mouth. Trish drew a sharp breath at the sight of Monica sucking “her” cock. Damn, that was hot.

A few moments later, Monica slowly withdrew the toy from her mouth and grinned up at Trish. “You like that?” she asked sweetly. When Trish nodded in reply, Monica positioned herself on hands and knees and looked back at Trish.

“What are you waiting for?” Monica cooed. “Fuck me.”

Monica’s bluntness was both amusing and very erotic, and more than enough motivation for Trish to quickly move into position. Glancing to where Gwen stood, she wasn’t surprised to see the woman watching them with hungry eyes as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

“Yes, Trish,” Gwen said huskily, “do fuck your sister.”

Fresh juices flowed from Trish as she took the dildo in hand and guided it to Monica’s entrance. Her stepsister’s pussy was just as slick as her own and the toy slipped easily inside. She pushed in as far as it would go, causing Monica to grunt. Trish pulled back then slid back in again, this time leaning forward to cup the girl’s tits.

“You like?” she asked as she fondled the soft fleshy mounds.

“Yes,” Monica hissed. “Fuck me more.”

Trish straightened and, placing her hands on Monica’s hips, began thrusting in rhythm. Watching the cock piston in and out, Trish realized the other end of it was pressing on her clit quite pleasurably and wondered if she would come while fucking Monica. She thought back to the small plastic toy that Monica had used on her as a dildo during spring break. Trish would never have imagined back then that in only a few short months, they would be fucking with an actual strap-on.

The sounds of slapping flesh and grunts from Monica drew Trish’s eyes downward. The tempo of her movements had increased instinctively, and her hips smacked against Monica’s ass, making the girl moan loudly with each thrust. She didn’t slow down, though; this felt too good. And besides, it sounded like Monica was definitely enjoying Trish’s enthusiasm.

Gwen had joined them on the bed now, moving to a supine position with legs spread and pussy within easy reach of Monica’s mouth. Her daughter needed no invitation.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” Gwen purred, holding Monica’s mouth to her cunt.

The eroticism was almost too much for Trish to take. Her orgasm was building quickly, but she wanted to wait for Monica and Gwen to come first. She tried. Tried awfully hard to wait, to hold back. But it was proving more and more difficult to control the fire in her belly. Just as she thought she was about to lose the battle, Monica cried out in ecstasy, quickly followed by her mother. Trish smiled, basking in the sense of victory of a job well done. Then her own orgasm swept her away, and both she and Monica collapsed onto the bed, each twitching from the aftershocks, trying hard to catch their breath.

“Finish telling us the story. Please?” Trish asked a while later, after they had recovered and she and Monica cuddled on either side of Gwen.

“You’re really curious about that, aren’t you?” Gwen chuckled when Trish shrugged. “So, where was I, then…”

“You had just had a talk with Monica about using your things without permission,” Trish supplied.

“Right. So, I thought that was that then. Monica would stay away from my toys and I could try to pretend that I didn’t know what she was doing in her room, that it wasn’t turning me on. Believe me, it wasn’t easy.”

“Obviously, that’s not what happened,” Monica said.

“Spoilers!” Trish chided her stepsister.

“Anyway,” Gwen continued, “things went back to normal until just after Christmas, when the city was hit by a major blizzard. Everything came to a standstill with snowdrifts up to the power lines, and it knocked out the power that evening. I dug out the candles and portable radio, then Monica and I snuggled on the sofa. We played cards and listened to music until it was bedtime. I got the extra blanket and had Monica sleep with me in my bed to help keep warm.”

“I bet I know how you did that, too,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Perv,” Monica snorted.

“Hush, you two. And no, that hadn’t been my intent,” Gwen scolded them playfully. “So, we settled in bed. I, on my side, with Monica tucked in, her back against me.”

“Spooning,” Monica added.

“Um, yes. We hadn’t been lying there for more than five minutes when Monica asked me if I was going to masturbate. The question surprised me, but I calmly said no. Which was true, I hadn’t planned on doing it… until she asked the question and put the idea in my head. Monica was quiet for the next few minutes and I figured she had drifted off, but no. She then asked if I would masturbate her. Not if she could masturbate, but if I would do it for her.”

“And you did,” Trish said.

“And I did. Not instantly, mind you. I waged a very short-lived war with myself on whether I should or shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lost. I had a quiet little chat with Monica, then. Told her how much I loved her and how much I wanted to touch her and teach her about lovemaking. I told her about keeping secrets and that saying stop was okay.” Gwen paused for a moment then went on. “When I was sure she understood what I had told her, I slipped my hand into her PJs and touched my little girl sexually for the first time. I stroked her clit, kissed her neck, and whispered I love you in her ear until she came and drifted off to sleep. I, of course, did end up masturbating that night after all.”

“That’s so sweet,” Trish said. “Was that all that happened that first night?”

“Uh-huh. I told her that Mommy would touch her like that any time she wanted, but only at home when we were alone, and she had to ask me to do it. I wouldn’t ask her. Over time, we tried many different ways to have fun. She started playing with my boobs right away, touched my pussy a couple of weeks after that. Oral sex happened, what? Four or five months later.”

“I think it was four months,” Monica added.

“And that’s how it went. Monica asked and I happily obliged every time.” Gwen gave a little snort then continued. “Some days I think I obliged three or four times. She was like a kid in a candy store; couldn’t get enough.”

“Just like Trish after I lured her to the dark side,” Monica said with a chuckle.

“It’s true,” Trish agreed.

“Once I met your father,” Gwen continued, “and it looked like it was getting serious between us, Monica and I had to be extra careful, naturally. Then, when Jason moved in with us, we had to limit our lovemaking to when we knew for sure that we would have a couple of hours alone, without the risk of being caught.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” Trish said. The tale of Monica’s sexual awakening had rekindled Trish’s libido. One of her hands had been caressing Gwen’s thigh this whole time, but now she slipped it higher and began exploring the woman’s pussy. The flesh was smooth and warm, wet with arousal. Trish found her stepmom’s entrance and pushed two fingers inside.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Gwen breathed. “Would you like to fuck me like you did Monica?”

Trish grinned, her desire instantly increasing a notch or two. “Yeah, okay!” She scrambled to her knees, in much the same position she had been with Monica.

“Better still,” Gwen said as she reached into her nightstand and retrieved something. She held up a bottle of lube and grinned. “I’d like you fuck my ass. If that’s okay?”

Trish stared, wide-eyed. Did she just ask that? Holy crap. “S-sure,” she sputtered.

“Good. Let me grab a towel first.”

With the towel on the bed and both the dildo and Gwen well lubed up, Trish took up a position at Gwen’s backside. The woman was on knees and elbows, thighs slightly spread, ass in the air, looking quite lewd. Trish admired the sight, then swallowed. She was going to do this. She was going to fuck someone up the ass. Wondering how she should proceed, she looked over to Monica, kneeling beside her.

“Let me help,” Monica said as if sensing her hesitation. Monica took the dildo in hand and guided it to her mother’s anus.

“That’s it, sweetie. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Give it a small push,” Gwen encouraged.

Guided by a gentle nudge from Monica’s hand on her bum, Trish began pushing the cock against Gwen’s asshole, increasing the pressure until it suddenly slipped past the sphincter, surprising Trish and drawing a groan from her stepmom.

“Oh, no! Did I hurt you?” Trish asked.

“Not at all. You’re doing fine, baby.” Gwen looked back and gave her a reassuring smile.

Relieved that she’d done nothing wrong, Trish gripped Gwen’s hips and began rocking her pelvis, slowly increasing her tempo with each thrust. Monica got closer, her hands roaming over Trish’s body, squeezing her boobs. They kissed passionately while Monica tweaked her nipples and Trish repeatedly slammed her cock into Gwen, who was loudly appreciative of her efforts. Monica then moved over and slipped a hand between her mom’s legs, and it took very little time after that before Gwen was shaking all over and screaming into her pillow.

The strap-on was discarded after Gwen came, and the three of them took turns pleasuring each other for another two hours until none could handle another orgasm.


After they helped Gwen remove any evidence of their lovemaking in the master bedroom, Trish and Monica had showered and said goodnight, then retreated to Monica’s bedroom.

“I sure wasn’t expecting the day to end like that,” Trish said as Monica snuggled up to her.

“Yeah,” Monica said dreamily, “Can you imagine if you lived here? Threesomes with Mom would be a regular thing.”

“Sounds like fun, but I’d be happy with just you,” Trish replied softly.

“I know. But you gotta admit that having more than one lover is fun, too.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her stepsister did have a point. Trish had enjoyed being with Daisy, Keesha, and Alexis. And she hadn’t felt any overwhelming guilt afterward. So, what was it that bothered her so much? So what if Monica had sex with her mom and Gabby and Kat? She had Cindy back home. But what if… “Are you gonna have sex with other girls besides Gabby, Kat, and your mom?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, or really looking for anyone.” Monica rolled onto her side to face Trish, “It’s not me having sex with someone new that’s bothering you, is it?” She smiled knowingly when Trish shrugged. “You’re afraid I’m gonna fall in love with someone else and forget about you.”

It was Trish’s turn to roll onto her side. She studied her stepsister’s face for a second. “Yes,” she said meekly.

“I told you at camp that I love you as more than a sister,” Monica said tenderly, “and I always will. And whatever happens tomorrow or ten years from now, I’ll never forget about you. I can’t promise you that I’ll never fall in love with someone else… but you can’t really promise me that either, right?”

Trish felt a tightness in her chest and a tear roll down her cheek. It wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted to hear, but she knew Monica was right. When she sniffed, Monica wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know.” Trish sniffed again. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” She held Trish in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “Let’s make a deal.”

Trish pulled away and looked at Monica. “What kind of deal?”

“Well, what if we agreed to only be with the lovers we already have? Me with Mom and Gabby here, and you with Cindy back home,” Monica suggested.

She thought about that for a moment or two, realizing it wouldn’t be fair for her to ask Monica to give up making love with her mother, or with Gabby for that matter. And she had just started with Cindy and really didn’t want to give that up either. She liked having sex with girls too much to become celibate between visits with Monica.

“Um, okay. That sounds like a plan. Except you have two people, three if you count Kat, and I just have one,” Trish said, teasing. She didn’t really mind.

Monica chuckled. “Kat is more Gabby’s fuck toy. I rarely do it with her. And I guess you’ll just have to seduce your mom. Sounds like it wouldn’t be that hard, from what you told me. And that would even up the count.”

Trish was taken aback for a moment. Having sex with her own mom. She’d idly fantasized about it but… Could she really have what Gwen and Monica did? “It would make the numbers even,” Trish said slowly, considering. “I wonder if she’d let me, though.”

“Guess you’ll have to give it a shot when you get home.”

Getting more and more excited at the idea, Trish nodded. “Maybe I will.” She would wait and see what her mother’s attitude was like when she got back to Toronto. Had her mom been thinking about her and what happened in Trish’s bedroom before she left for Edmonton? Trish smiled inwardly, thinking about her mother making love to her.

“So, do you agree to the deal?” Monica asked.

“Yes, but…”

“But?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

“What if, say, in September, when school starts, there’s a new girl in my class, and she’s super cute…”

“Go on,” Monica said, looking intrigued.

“She’s super cute and she thinks I’m super cute—because, why wouldn’t she?” Trish grinned playfully, “And she wants to have sex.”

Monica made a face like she was in deep thought. “Super cute, huh?”


“And she thinks you’re super cute? Which you are, by the way.”

“Thank you and yes.”

“And she wants to have sex?”

Trish nodded.

“Well, I guess you will just have to give it to her.”

Trish opened her mouth to speak but Monica raised a finger to silence her. “But,” Monica paused for effect, “before anything happens, you have to send me pictures of this girl so I can judge the level of her cuteness. If I agree with your assessment, then you can indulge yourself. Of course, the same rule applies to me if I meet a super cute girl who wants my body,” Monica explained, straight-faced, sounding more like a scientist detailing an experiment than a horny girl contemplating new sex partners.

“So, if either of us wants to have sex with someone new, the other has to approve of it first. Have I got that right?” Trish asked.

“Correct, and a detailed report, with pictures if possible, has to be submitted after the dirty deed is done,” Monica added.


“If possible.”

“Should we put a limit on how many times we can have sex with said cute girl? Or should it be one-night stands only?” Trish inquired with a chuckle.

“Um, five times? That work for you?”

“With reports and pictures each time?”

“Of course,” Monica replied, deadpan. They looked at each other in all seriousness for only a moment before they broke into fits of giggles.

Soon, they calmed down and the mood shifted. They shared a kiss, slow and tender, full of love and affection. Still tired and sated from earlier, they didn’t make love, but simply held each other, shared a sweet I love you, and drifted off to sleep.

This way to Chapter 12!


Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 9

  • Posted on May 31, 2021 at 2:40 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The sun shone bright and the coolness of the morning had quickly given way to the heat of the summer day. The path the girls traveled weaved through woods along the lakeshore and offered a small measure of relief from the heat. It didn’t prevent small beads of perspiration from rolling across Trish’s forehead and down her cheeks though. The campers had been broken up into four random groups of 10 and each group had been taken to a different trail, led by one of the camp counselors.

Trish stepped off the trail and rested her foot on a large rock. She bent over to re-tie a sneaker that had come loose when a hand brushed against her backside and gave it a squeeze. Trish snapped her head up just in time to see Kat pass by, giving her a sly grin. Trish smiled back and, with the laces secure, hurried to catch up to the girl. Kat was the only one from their cabin in this group. Trish had quickly made several acquaintances at camp and would have been comfortable with the group had none of her roomies been here, but she was happy that at least one of them was.

“I’m glad no one saw you do that!”

“Do what?” Kat asked innocently.

“You know what!”

Kat shook her head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You grabbed my butt!” Trish exclaimed, maybe a little too loud. Her cheeks grew warm when the two girls in front of them looked back, an amused expression on their faces.

“Hey, you’re the one who bent over. How could I resist that sweet ass?” Kat leaned in closer and added, “And anyway, it’s nothing compared to what we’ve been up to the past few days.”

Trish huffed and playfully elbowed Kat in the ribs.

It had been three days since Trish, Monica, and Daisy had first spied on the Barbies making a porno with Veronica. The next night, they were joined by Kat and Gabby, eager to take a look for themselves, and the group took turns using the small bench for their voyeuristic activities.

At one point, while Kat, Gabby, and Monica were having their turn on the bench, Daisy found her way between Trish’s legs. Trish enjoyed the younger girl’s first attempt at eating pussy quite a bit. With a little more practice, she would make an excellent lover.

On the following night, a storm rolled in and high winds whipped rain against the cabins, forcing Trish and her roomies to abandon any plans of spying again. Instead, they entertained themselves with a discussion of what the naughty activities between Veronica and the Barbies could be all about. This, of course, only made them horny and they were soon kissing and touching each other. Their clothes disappeared and they found themselves in a tangle of limbs on a bed of blankets they made on the floor. Fingers and tongues explored pussies and assholes until they ended their evening in a daisy chain. Each of them had enjoyed one last orgasm before they’d crawled into bed and had drifted off to sleep.

Smiling at the memories, Trish sidestepped a large puddle that partially covered the path. Most of the rain from the night before had evaporated quickly as the sun rose. However, it was taking longer for areas protected by the trees and leaves to dry completely.

“Have you given any more thought to my offer?” Kat asked softly, though the girls ahead of them now seemed too busy with their own conversations to hear them.

“With your brother? Yeah, kinda.” Trish gave her a small smile. She was still curious about trying stuff with a boy, but on the other hand, she wasn’t sure if she had the guts to go all the way.

“Okay, we only have a few days left at camp. Do you want me to set something up?” Kat asked.

Trish pushed a branch out of the way as they walked on. “Will you stay with us if I say yes?”

“Yeah, if you want me to. I can just watch or join in, whatever you want.”

Trish felt herself getting excited at the idea, wondering if she would have the nerve to go through with it. “If I just want to watch you two, or if I do try something but then decide I want to stop, would that be okay, too?” she asked nervously.

Kat put an arm around Trish’s waist. “You can do as little or as much as you want. My brother is a nice guy, he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. Anyway, he knows I’d kick his ass if he did.”

Trish grinned at her, comforted by the words. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

They walked on in silence, Trish’s mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. What would it be like? Would it hurt any, that first time? Would she enjoy it? But mostly, she was concerned about what Monica would think. Her stepsister had said that she was fine with Trish trying things out if she wanted to. But still, there was a bit of guilt weighing on her.

Trish gave her head a shake. Nah, she didn’t need to worry about Monica. They were close, really close, and this little bit of experimentation wasn’t going to affect what they had.

She had been walking on autopilot as she contemplated her future, but her attention was suddenly jarred back to reality when the ground beneath her feet disappeared. With a shriek, she tumbled forward, arms flailing in a vain attempt to grab onto something to stop her fall. A depression in the remains of an old creek bed still held an inch or so of rainwater, which in turn had softened the clay bottom—and she was plunging straight in!

Trish’s eyes widened in the realization of what was about to happen. No! No! No! She landed on her hands and knees, only to have them slip from under her in the gooey mud. The impact of her torso wasn’t great, but enough to send a small shower of mud and water all over her.

She shrieked again and tried to scramble out of the sticky goop, but the more she struggled, the more she just slipped back into the mire. She glanced around, frantically looking for Kat. Where the hell was she?

“Trish, stop screwing around and grab my hand!”

Turning to the voice, she saw Kat kneeling on a makeshift log bridge. Had Trish been paying attention to where she’d been walking, she would have seen it and not fallen in this mess. She steadied herself and reached for Kat’s hand. As she slowly made her way out of the mud and up the side of the bank, Trish realized that all the other girls had gathered around. Cell phones and laughing faces were all she could see. Trish wanted to cry, but she wasn’t about to let them see that. She was embarrassed enough as it was.

“Are you okay, Trish?” Counselor Kim moved to the front of the group, fruitlessly waving away the phones.

Trish scowled at her as she pulled a clump of mud from her hair. “This is so gross. Yeah, I’m okay.”

“It’s gonna be worse when it dries.” Kim chuckled. “You’re going to look like a golem.”

Trish was in no mood for jokes. She could already feel the slimy muck sliding down her butt crack. “A what?”

Kim shook her head. “Not important. You should head back to camp and get cleaned up, though.”

With a nod, Trish turned to retrieve her pack, which she had thankfully dropped when she started to fall. That was at least one thing she wouldn’t have to clean.

Kat touched her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to walk back with you?”

“Nah, that’s okay. You stay and enjoy the hike. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later after I scrape all this shit off.” She scratched at her arms where the mud had already begun to dry.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” Kat replied.

“I’m sure.” Trish took Kat’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll talk to ya later.” She turned and retraced her steps down the trail.

Back at her cabin, she sat on the bench outside the door to remove her sneakers and socks, then retrieved her shower kit, towel, and a change of clothes from inside. Anxious to get out of her filthy clothes, she slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried toward the showers.

Trish had only covered half the distance when she noticed Keesha approaching from the opposite direction. She had her head down, looking at something on the clipboard she carried. Trish didn’t want the hot counselor to see her in this state. Maybe she could dart behind one of the cabins and out of sight until Keesha had passed by. Yeah, that was what she would do. Trish was just about to bolt when Keesha looked up and froze in place.

“What happened to you?” Keesha asked in shocked surprise. Then her eyes narrowed as she studied her more closely. “Trish? Is that you?”

Her heart sank and her head fell. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I zigged when I should’ve zagged.” Trish held up the small bag for Keesha to see. “I’m going to the showers to clean up.”

“Umm,” Keesha frowned, “I’m afraid you’re out of luck. Maintenance has turned off the water there for the rest of the day. Replacing the fixtures, I think.”

“Well, crap. Just my luck,” Trish moaned. “I guess I could just go jump in the lake.”

Keesha laughed. “That, or you could use the shower in my cabin. Plenty of hot water there.”

Trish couldn’t help but notice the mischievous twist of Keesha’s lips. Butterflies took flight in her stomach and a little bolt of excitement rushed up her spine. Was Keesha thinking what Trish hoped she was thinking? Nah. Not with the way Trish looked right now. Not possible… or was it?

“That would be awesome!” Getting under a warm shower was much preferable to a dip in a cold lake. Also, there was a chance—however slim—that Keesha might have something else in mind. Trish’s libido stirred at the thought.

“Great. Then let’s get you back to my place and out of those clothes.” Keesha winked before turning on her heel and leading Trish to the staff cabins.

Short minutes later, Trish stood in the tiny bathroom that barely held a sink, toilet, and a shower stall. She gasped then giggled, catching sight of herself in the mirror above the sink. The mud on her face had dried to a light shade of grey and matched her matted hair. She quickly peeled off her clothes and turned on the shower, stepping in after she’d adjusted the temperature to perfection.

There was a knock on the door, then Keesha opened it before Trish could respond. Her heart rate picked up and she grinned when the woman peeked in. The shower curtain was only partially drawn, affording Keesha full view of her nude body. Trish didn’t even try to hide.

“Hey, I’m just going to grab your clothes and throw them in the wash, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” Trish said. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Maybe Keesha had forgotten about the subtle proposition she’d made when they met at the pool during spring break.

Keesha quickly scooped up the clothes and disappeared. Trish sighed and returned to scrubbing the mud and dirt from her body. With her eyes closed and her head under the spray, Trish didn’t hear Keesha return to the small room until she spoke.

“Would you like me to wash your hair for you?”

Trish jumped and blinked away water, wiping at her eyes. Her smile brightened seeing that Keesha had changed out of her camp clothes and into a short robe. “Um, okay,” she answered. The butterflies had returned accompanied by a familiar throb between her legs.

With a broadening smile, Keesha pushed the curtain aside, then dropped her robe to the floor. Once again, she was standing naked in front of Trish, and this time there was no fear of anyone walking in. Trish swallowed, glancing up and down the ebony body before her. Damn, she was hot.

Trish’s knees weakened when Keesha reached past her and grabbed the shampoo from the shower caddy, then squeezed the contents of the bottle onto her hand. For some reason, even that mundane act seemed seductive. Keesha’s fingers were soon in her hair, gently scrubbing in the shampoo. She worked Trish’s scalp, scooping up the long strands of hair and coating them in the lather.

“That feels so nice,” Trish whispered.


Trish nodded. “Yeah.”

Keesha guided Trish’s head under the spray, rinsing it off. She pulled Trish’s hair back and gently squeezed out the excess water, then plucked a bottle of body wash from the caddy, much to Trish’s delight.

“Would you like me to wash the rest of you?” Keesha’s voice was soft and seductive, her lips curved up in a sly smile.

Trish found herself once again needing to swallow before she could speak. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water bloomed on her face and between her legs. “Yes,” she croaked.

Trish turned her back at Keesha’s request, placing her hands on the shower wall. The stall wasn’t big enough to accommodate two people, so Keesha stood at the edge where only a small lip separated the tile shower floor from the linoleum of the bathroom. Trish shivered slightly at the cool sensations of the body wash when Keesha began caressing her shoulder with a soapy washcloth.

She stood still with her eyes closed, anticipating where the cloth would travel next. Keesha started at her shoulders then slowly worked her way down her back. Trish quivered when the cloth moved over her bum.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby,” Keesha whispered.

Trish obliged, nervous, and excited. But Keesha didn’t touch her the way she’d expected. Instead, she crouched down, then gently lifted Trish’s right foot and washed it. Setting it down again, she added some more soap to the cloth and began washing up the right leg. Her movements were slow and tantalizing, driving Trish crazy with anticipation. Surely Keesha wasn’t just going to be a tease, was she? She wouldn’t leave Trish hanging. But when Keesha reached Trish’s upper thigh, she pulled away, then leisurely repeated the process on the left side until Trish felt ready to explode. When Keesha finally reached the top, Trish braced. In the end, it wasn’t quite the kind of touch she’d craved, but she wasn’t completely disappointed either, as Keesha’s cloth slipped between her bum cheeks and moved up and down to pleasurable effect.

After a moment, Keesha’s movements slowed and she concentrated on Trish’s pucker. Now, that felt amazingly erotic. Trish’s hips began to twitch, and she moaned. Louder than she thought, apparently, because Keesha suddenly stopped.

“You alright?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Trish sighed, not trying at all to hide the desire in her voice. She sensed Keesha standing up and taking a step closer, then shivered with excitement when she felt the woman’s breasts against her back, the nipples stiff.

“So, I should continue soaping you up then?” Keesha teased.

“Please, yes!”

Keesha snickered. “I’ll try not to disappoint, then.”

Once again, she moved with seductive purpose, first to Trish’s right arm, then the left. Trish was on fire, her skin tingling with excitement. As Keesha’s hands caressed her collarbone, Trish realized that the woman was no longer using a cloth. Her soft hands lathered Trish’s torso, moving downward methodically, pausing at her small breasts. Trish sucked in a breath and held it when Keesha gently toyed with her stiff nipples for a moment.

Keesha released her breasts long enough to squirt some more body wash between them. Trish watched it trickle down her chest, over her abdomen, and pool in her belly button before continuing downward. Keesha blocked the soapy trail with her hand and scooped it back up Trish’s trembling body.

As she fondled Trish’s breasts, creating a foamy bra, Keesha softly kissed her neck. Trish arched back into her and moaned. Damn, those soft full lips felt electric on her skin. Keesha slid her hands down her belly and over her hips before pausing.

“I want to touch you now. Is that okay?” Keesha whispered in her ear.

God, yes, it was more than okay. She had fantasized about this. Wanted it since they’d first met. “Yes,” Trish whispered back. Then it happened. Keesha slipped a long finger between her folds. Like the rest of her seduction, her movements were slow and deliberate. Trish shuddered at the touch, her excitement growing in equal measure with the pleasant pressure in her belly. Keesha moved up and down her slit, eagerly exploring. She touched Trish’s clit, rubbing small circles for just a few seconds before moving south and slipping just inside her entrance. Trish bucked against her hand and groaned. She didn’t know how long she could last.

Keesha had one arm wrapped around Trish’s middle as she kissed her neck and shoulders, while the other hand was pressed between her legs. Trish was struggling to keep her legs under her now. Warm water sprayed against her sensitive nipples seemingly in rhythm with the fingers that teased her clit, driving her wild.

“Do you like that, baby? Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop!” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

The kisses on her neck, pounding water, and expertly moving fingers finally became more than Trish could handle. With a strangled cry, she lost control as her body began convulsing. Keesha held her firm as her entire being was rocked by the orgasm

Trish rested in Keesha’s soft embrace for long moments, shuddering and twitching with the aftershocks. She finally opened her eyes when the streaming spray of water stopped. Keesha helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big fluffy towel.

Keesha grinned at her. “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” Trish said, smiling up at the gorgeous woman. Which was the truth… but she hoped it wasn’t over. Not yet, anyway.

“Good.” Keesha grabbed another towel and dried herself where she had been splashed by the shower. “You’re very sexy, Trish, and I would love to explore your sexy body some more. If you’re game?”

Trish simply blinked at her. Was she kidding? Of course, Trish was game. For that and more. “Only if I can explore you, too?” The words spilled out all on their own and Trish blushed.

Keesha smiled, took Trish by the hand, and quickly led her to the bed. She gently pushed Trish down on her back, before straddling her. Trish watched Keesha’s dark eyes gleam with desire as her lips moved closer to hers. There was a spark when they touched. Trish brought a hand to the woman’s shoulder, caressing her back as they kissed. Her skin was as soft as her lips. When Trish felt Keesha’s tongue brush across her lips, she sighed and opened her mouth, beckoning her partner in. There was no hesitation and their tongues met and tangled.

Keesha’s tongue wasn’t the only thing exploring, though. Her hand had also moved down to Trish’s belly again, sending shivers of excitement up her spine with soft caresses. Not to be outdone, Trish quickly found the sexy lifeguard’s breasts, fondling them with enthusiasm. Much bigger than her usual partners’, Keesha’s tits reminded her of Gwen’s, turning her on further. She knew she had to have her mouth on them, and soon.

Keesha had other plans, though. She broke the kiss, leaving Trish breathless, then slid down slightly to take one nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled, flicked, and circled the pointed bud, sending all sorts of pleasant tingles through Trish’s body.

Trish moaned and arched her back, placing a hand at the back of Keesha’s head. “God, yes!” she whimpered.

Keesha didn’t respond. She just switched her attention from one small breast to the other, then began moving down, placing fiery kisses along the way. She teased Trish’s navel for a moment before pushing her legs apart and positioning herself in the middle.

Trish propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the pretty face between her legs. Keesha gave her a wink before setting to her task. Waves of exquisite pleasure shot through Trish from the very first swipe of that nimble tongue. Her pulse raced and her breath grew more ragged with every single thing that Keesha did to her. The tongue flicked and chased her super sensitive clit. A finger circled and plunged into her core, stroking a mysterious spot deep inside. Trish fell back on the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her body shook from the never-ending pulses of pleasure that rushed through it. Soon, she was simply overwhelmed, and like a bursting dam, the orgasm tore through her. Trish arched off the bed, cried out, then collapsed. Her vision faded to black, then she was gone.

When her eyes fluttered open a moment later, she saw Keesha smiling down at her. Trish smiled back and reached up, stroking her face. She’d had two over the top orgasms and was starting to wonder if this woman was some sort of sex goddess. “What did you do to me?”

“Just a little of this and that,” Keesha replied.

Trish rolled on her side and gazed into Keesha’s big brown eyes. “Is it my turn now?”

Keesha laughed. “Of course, baby. My body is all yours.”

Trish was as excited as a kid at Christmas. Not bothering with foreplay, she moved on top of Keesha and dove right in, taking a deep brown nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, playing with her tongue over its stiff peak. Keesha inhaled sharply and Trish smiled to herself, glad she could elicit such a response. Just as Keesha had done to her earlier, she favored the other nipple with the same attention before moving south.

Trish paused. Having never seen the pussy of a woman of color up close before, she took the opportunity to admire it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was no different from the other pussies she’d seen, except for the pigmentation, so she moved in to explore it further with her tongue.

There was a tangy flavor that her mind associated with adults, still novel for her, and very exciting. Savoring it, she swiped upward through the folds, quickly finding the engorged clit. Trish gave it her full attention, playing with it diligently. Keesha squirmed beneath her, but Trish stayed the course, holding onto the quivering hips as she worked to please her partner.

“Fuck, Trish. That feels so fucking good!”

Trish smiled against her slit. High praise, indeed. She continued to explore, sliding lower through slippery folds. Keesha’s entrance was there. Ready for her. Trish circled around it, probing, then let her tongue slip inside.

“Jesus, yes! Fuck me, Trish! Use your fingers!”

Trish hesitated only for a moment. She knew what Keesha wanted, having heard Gabby and Kat beg for the same sort of thing. But Keesha probably wanted more. Confidently, Trish pushed three fingers deep into Keesha’s pussy.

“Yes! That’s it, baby girl!” Keesha cried.

Trish pumped her fingers, hard and fast. She persisted with the assault of her tongue, tormenting Keesha’s clit. Suddenly, the woman bucked, and a hand pressed on the back of Trish’s head, holding it in place. It didn’t take long before Keesha called out in orgasm, coating Trish’s face with her arousal.

While Keesha recovered, Trish softly licked and kissed the swollen pussy. Then she was beckoned upward, and they kissed for a moment or two before Keesha spoke again.

“That certainly wasn’t your first time between someone’s legs, huh? Your tongue is very skilled.” Keesha chuckled as she toyed with one of Trish’s nipples.

Trish’s cheeks heated up, both from mild embarrassment and from Keesha’s touch. “Yeah, I’ve done it a few times, I guess.”

“Your cabin mates, I bet? I seem to recall three of you being naughty girls at the pool during spring break.” Keesha slid her hand down Trish’s side to her bum, squeezing a cheek.

Trish nodded, enjoying the hand exploring her backside. God. Her body was on fire again. Could she handle another orgasm so soon? Hell yeah!

“Have you ever had anything in your bum before?” Keesha asked as she gently stroked and pushed against Trish’s pucker.

Trish moaned softly and her stomach tightened. What was Keesha up to? Was she going to finger her ass? “I’ve been licked there. And, maybe a fingertip went in once or twice,” she replied shyly.

“I see.” Keesha paused for a long moment as she continued to play with Trish’s anus. “Do you trust me, Trish? Trust me to do things to you that will give you pleasure?”

A slight sense of fear gripped Trish as she looked up into sparkling eyes filled with desire, though Keesha’s smiling face reassured her a little. “Y-yes. I do,” she answered tentatively.

Keesha kissed her forehead then stood. Rummaging through something in her tiny closet, she returned to the bed a moment later. In one hand, she held a bottle with some sort of bluish liquid in it. In the other, she had a strange object, completely foreign to Trish. It was a long thin rod made of plastic with several beads spaced out along its length. They increased in size from one the diameter of a pea at the tip to a large marble-sized one at the opposite end, next to a ring-shaped handle.

“What is that?” Trish eyed the beads suspiciously.

“These are anal beads. They go in your butt, and then when they’re pulled out, it gives you a really wonderful sensation.”

Trish’s eyes went wide as saucers. “You want to stick all that up my bum?”

Keesha laughed. “No, sweetie. Not your first time, anyway. Just two or three beads, maybe. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” She held up the bottle, giving it a little shack. “We’ll use lots of lube and go slow.”

Trish had enjoyed it when Monica and the others had licked her asshole, and the sensation of a probing fingertip was also pleasant, but… Now, the idea of this toy being shoved up her butt was daunting.

“You certainly don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I promise you won’t regret it if you do.” Keesha gave her a bright, reassuring smile.

Trish’s belly flip-flopped while at the same time her clit throbbed with excitement. She remembered using nearly the exact same line with Daisy, and the girl sure hadn’t regretted anything. “Okay then. What do I do?”

Keesha laid a towel on the bed and positioned Trish on it, lying on her belly, legs spread, with a pillow under her hips. With easy access in this position, Keesha eagerly explored Trish’s bum with her tongue, spending long minutes stimulating the nerve endings of her anus and the dripping entrance of her pussy.

Trish lay there, moaning as sensations new and familiar raced through her. Three tiny orgasms had rocked her body already, and Keesha hadn’t even penetrated her yet! That soon seemed about to change as the sexy lifeguard knelt and applied a generous amount of lube to her ass crack. Slowly, Keesha worked a finger over her anus, caressing and gently pushing at the relaxing muscle, until it gave way and one long, slender finger easily slipped inside. Trish gasped, partly from the surprise of the intrusion into her rectum, but mostly from the wave of delicious pleasure that it gave her.

“Did that feel good?” Keesha asked in a husky voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Trish grunted.

“Good.” Keesha worked her finger for another moment or two, wiggling it from side to side before withdrawing.

Trish whimpered, disappointed by the loss of that delightful finger, but before she could protest, a new kind of pleasure quickly replaced it. The beads were slowly sliding into her, popping past her sphincter. Each created a greater sensation as the diameter grew. Pop. Yes! Pop. Yes! Pop. Fuck yes!

“That’s three. Think you can take another?”

Trish nodded her head frantically. She wasn’t entirely sure she could form a coherent sentence right then. The toy slipped further in, this time the larger bead stretched her anus farther than it had ever been. There was a mild discomfort causing her to grit her teeth, but when it pushed past the muscle, the jolt of pleasure was enough to make her come again. She gasped out a strange noise as her body shuddered.

When she felt the fifth bead pressing against her hole, she shook her head. “No more,” she grunted.

Keesha stopped. “Okay. I’m going to pull them out now.”

“Okay. Go slow, please.” Trish clutched the bed sheets tightly and braced herself. As they had going in, each bead stimulated her sensitive sphincter, firing streaks of lightning through her straight to her clit. By the time the last bead popped free, her body was shaking from one last orgasm.

Keesha’s hands played across the smooth skin of her bum while Trish had to learn to breathe all over again. She finally rolled onto her back and smiled up at Keesha. “Oh my God. That was incredible. So many orgasms.” She sighed, feeling exhausted.

Keesha leaned in to give Trish a soft kiss before standing up. “I love watching you come. And as much as I would like to stay here all day and make you come again and again, we need to stop and wash up.” Keesha pointed at the clock on her nightstand. “It’s almost supper time. Your friends are going to wonder what happened to you and may come looking.”

Trish pouted playfully. “I guess you’re right,” she said and sat up, wrapping her arms around Keesha. “Thanks for letting me use your shower, and the other stuff.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Believe you me.”

This way to Chapter 10!



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 8

  • Posted on May 24, 2021 at 1:52 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Trish stopped at the end of the path that led to the lake and admired the stretch of white sand, devoid of any rocks or plant life. The beach didn’t take up a lot of shoreline, but what there was of it was perfect. It was evident that it had been sculpted and maintained to give the campers an enjoyable experience.

The warm afternoon sun was bright in the cloudless sky and she shaded her eyes with a hand as she scanned the girls playing in the water or lounging on the beach. A waving hand drew her gaze to where Monica, knee-deep in the lake, was trying to get her attention.

Voices behind her distracted Trish for a moment. She turned to see the four Barbies approaching, looking nearly identical, wearing sheer cover-ups over their bikinis, along with flip-flops and sunglasses. They were walking in pairs, Mercedes and Brittany in front, followed by Tiffany and Alexis, and didn’t show any sign of slowing down or even noticing her. The path was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, so Trish stepped out of the way.

“Hi,” Trish said with a little wave as they passed.

Alexis was the only one of the four to even glance in Trish’s direction. She acknowledged the greeting with a quick smile before looking away. Trish watched them go and gave a slow shake of her head. How rude. Shrugging, she pushed it from her mind and strolled across the beach in the direction of her friends.

“Hey there, Trish,” a familiar voice from above stopped her midway.

Shading her eyes again, Trish looked up to where an attractive woman sat perched atop the lifeguard chair, then smiled brightly when she recognized Keesha, who looked damn sexy in her bright red one-piece swimsuit and sunglasses. Trish’s belly tightened, remembering that the last time she had spoken to Keesha, the woman had been naked in the public showers at the pool.

“Hi, Keesha.”

“How have you been? Back for another visit with your stepsister?”

“Yeah, I’m here for a month. And I’m good. You?” Trish moved so the sun was to her back. It made it so much easier to ogle Keesha’s body that way.

“I can’t complain. Been busy with school and work. So, are you and your friends having a good time here? Sorry, the lake doesn’t have any water jets for you to play with.”

Trish blushed as she giggled, knowing Keesha was teasing. “Yeah, we’ve been having fun in other ways.”

“I bet you have,” Keesha replied and took her eyes away from the water just long enough to look down at Trish and waggle her eyebrows. She laughed when Trish’s blush deepened, then turned back to the water and added, “Don’t let me keep you from your friends. Maybe we can get together and catch up later?”

Trish thought about that for a second, wondering if Keesha was suggesting something other than a friendly chat. There had been a noticeable sexual tension in that public shower during her last visit, and Keesha had most certainly propositioned her then.

“Okay,” she said softly, “that could be fun.” Trish smiled and gave Keesha a small wave as she turned away. She dropped her beach towel and flip-flops next to Monica’s, then hurried down to the water. The water was colder than she’d expected, and she gasped when it splashed up her legs. Slowing, she made her way to her friends while allowing herself to get used to the water temperature. The sandy bottom fell away at such a gentle slope that by the time she reached Monica, the water barely reached her boobs.

“Nice of you to join us,” Monica teased.

“Now, Monica, she just had to stop and talk to her girlfriend, ya know,” Gabby said, wagging a finger at Monica.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Trish protested and splashed water at them. She knew they were poking fun because she had gone a little gaga over Keesha the first time they’d met.

“Who’s this girlfriend they’re talking about?” Kat asked, looking questioningly from one girl to the next.

“Keesha, the lifeguard. And she’s not my girlfriend,” Trish replied and shot her stepsister and Gabby an annoyed look.

“She’s pretty hot,” Kat said, looking in the directions of the lifeguard chair. “I don’t know if she would be into girls our age, though.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Monica said. Looking pointedly at Trish, she flashed a knowing grin.

Trish fired back a look that said, don’t you dare.

“Why? What aren’t you saying?” Kat asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Nothing. Just saying…” Monica shrugged then fell backward into the water, effectively ending the conversation.

Trish moved into deeper water, stopping when it was up to her neck. Kat followed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let it go. Trish turned to her. “Can I ask you something?”

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Kat thumbed in Monica’s direction.

Trish shrugged. “Maybe.”

Kat frowned and sighed. “Fine,” she huffed. “What’s your question?”

“That guy, Billy. Did you really…”

“Did I really… what?” Kat asked, dragging out the words.

Trish felt the heat travel up her neck despite the coolness of the lake. She shifted her gaze to the water before she spoke. “Did you… you know, really give him a blowjob?”

Kat snorted a laugh. “Yeah. I told him I would. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”

Trish looked up wide-eyed. “No. No. Not at all,” she sputtered then paused for a beat. “I was just curious about what it was… like. That’s all.”

“To suck a dick?” Kat shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like sucking a dick, I guess.”

“Gee, that was helpful.” Trish frowned.

Kat squinted at her as she seemed to be contemplating something. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “You’ve sucked on a popsicle, right?”

Trish nodded.

“So, that’s sorta what you do. Mouth around it, moving up and down.” Kat laughed as Trish’s eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Of course, a dick may not be that big and it isn’t cold as ice.”

“I figured that,” Trish chuckled. “What does it feel like, taste like?”

“Depends on the boy, but mostly it’s kinda smooth and warm with a bit of a salty taste.”

“Oh,” Trish said. She thought about it for a moment and wondered if she should ask the question she wanted to. She didn’t want to piss off Kat, but she was curious.

As if Kat was reading her thoughts, she asked the question for her. “You want to know about me and my brother, don’t you?”

Trish felt her face grow warmer and she looked away. “Um, yeah, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s okay,” Kat said. “How much do you know?”

Trish shook her head. “Not much. Monica told me you and your brother have sex sometimes, and that Gabby has been there, too.”

Kat’s smile grew and Trish felt more at ease. It looked like she wasn’t intruding on some forbidden territory.

“It’s true. My brother is two years older than me,” Kat explained. “I was about 7 or so when we started fooling around and stuff. Mostly we just got naked and touched, in the beginning. I was 10 when I walked in on him sucking his friend’s dick. Long story short, they convinced me to join them and that’s when my brother fucked me for the first time. We’ve been getting each other off ever since.” Kat shrugged and gave Trish a happy grin.

“Oh, wow,” Trish said. Her clit throbbed as she pictured Kat having sex with her brother. She shook the idea from her head before she spoke. “So, you like both boys and girls then?”

Kat moved closer to Trish and cupped her ass, squeezing it. “Really, I prefer girls. My brother is the only guy I let fuck me. I’ll give other guys blowjobs if it gets me something I want.”

“Oh, okay.” Trish swallowed, enjoying the sensation of Kat’s hand on her ass. Turned on by the contact and the conversation, she wondered for a moment if she could get away with rubbing one out here in the lake.

“Do you want to try it?” Kat asked.

Trish looked up at her, confused by the question. Was the girl reading her mind again? “What?”

“Do you want to try it? A blowjob, or sex? You said you were curious, so I just thought you might want to try it.”

“Oh! I… I… I don’t know. Maybe. I mean…” Trish stammered, taken aback by the question.

“It’s okay.” Kat chuckled. “I didn’t mean right now. And no pressure. I ask because my brother is at the boys’ camp down the lake. I could call him, and we could meet up at the old boathouse some evening after lights out, and I could teach you everything you want. But only if you want to.”

Trish’s mind raced and her heart pounded. Wow. Did she dare? Did she want to? She was curious about it, that was for sure. But to do it with a boy, that was something else entirely. She would have to give it some serious thought. Maybe talk to Monica about it, too.

“Hey! What are you two doing over there by yourselves?” Monica asked as she and Gabby swam over.

“Oh, nothing,” Kat said. “Trish just wanted to know if I gave Billy a blowjob.”

“Really now?” Monica said, and the three girls laughed.

The heat had just begun to fade from Trish’s cheeks, but now it came back so fast that she thought her head would burst into flame. She let herself sink below the surface of the water to hide her embarrassment from her friends. It didn’t work, though, as she could still hear their laughter from beneath the waves.


Monica stretched and yawned, putting her book into the mesh storage bag that was conveniently attached to the bottom of the bunk above her. With their swimming and carrying on in the lake, then lounging in the sun on their beach towels, the afternoon had just flown by. Clouds rolled in close to supper time, threatening rain, and it was decided by the adults that, after supper, board games and cards would be the entertainment for the evening. Gabby had grabbed a deck of Uno and the four friends played for a few hours as the rain fell outside. Snacks and drinks were available, and everyone enjoyed the evening. When the rain let up, Monica and the others headed back to their cabin. Other girls did the same while some chose to remain and continue playing.

“Done reading?” Trish asked from where she lay beside Monica, reading her own book.

“Gotta pee. Join me?”


Monica swung her legs over the edge and stood, Trish, followed. Kat and Gabby had stripped down to their underwear and were lying side by side in the other bunk, busy with their phones, occasionally commenting to one another in subdued voices. Monica couldn’t help noticing that they each had a hand down the front of their panties, fingers moving slowly under the material as they mindlessly toyed with their pussies. She wondered what they could be watching on their phones. Surely, they weren’t streaming porn. Well, probably not. It looked like they weren’t masturbating outright. Just a little diddling. When Gabby looked up and noticed her looking, she simply smirked. Monica shook her head but winked at her friend.

“Just off to the bathroom,” Monica offered, “back in a bit.”

“Have fun,” Gabby replied.

Once they were outside, Trish linked her arm with Monica’s as they walked. The girl had seemed a little distracted all evening, though. Even now, she was staring off into space.

“Something on your mind?” Monica asked.

A corner of Trish’s mouth pulled up in a weak grin. “Oh, um… I’ve been thinking about an offer Kat made me.”

“Oh? What about?”

Trish slowed their pace and recounted the conversation she’d had with Kat and the offer to arrange a meeting with her brother.

“Okay. And… you’re not sure if you want to or not?” Monica asked softly.

Trish shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.” She paused for a moment to glance around. Not seeing anyone, she continued. “I’m really curious. I mean… I think I am. I kinda want to know what it’s like. To do things with a boy. To try it just once. Ya know?”

Monica noticed that Trish avoided eye contact as she spoke. “I get it,” Monica said, opening the door to the washrooms. “Not my thing, but I’m not gonna judge you for it.”

“No. I know you won’t,” she said with a sigh. “No, that’s not it…”

Monica turned to her stepsister and looked into her eyes. There was something there, she wasn’t sure what. Sadness? “What is it, Trish? It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

“It’s that I want to try all these things. With a boy. With other girls. I’ve done stuff with you and Gabby and Kat. Cindy back home. I may have convinced Daisy to let me have sex with her.” Trish sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “God, I’ve even done it with your mom. Now I want to let a boy screw me. I… I like all this stuff but… I feel like things are not gonna be the same between us as when it was just us two.” She sniffed again, louder, before pulling Monica into an embrace. “I don’t want to lose you, Monica.”

Trish’s voice was soft and fragile, and Monica felt herself welling up. She pushed Trish away just far enough to look into her eyes. “Hey,” she said, “you’re not going to lose me. We’re sisters and I love you, and I even love you in ways sisters don’t.”

“You mean that?”

It was Monica’s turn to sniff. She nodded firmly, then leaned in and kissed Trish. It was slow and tender, like what two lovers would share. They held each other and kissed for a long moment before Monica pulled away.

“Mmm,” she purred with satisfaction before opening her eyes. “I could do that all night, but I really do need to pee.”

Trish snorted. “I guess that’s okay. Go,” she said with a smile, giving Monica a gentle push in the direction of the stalls.


Monica had no sooner closed the stall door than Trish heard a toilet flush further down and a door open. She glanced over, then smiled when she recognized the girl who emerged.

Daisy smiled back when she noticed Trish and quickly pulled out her earbuds, letting them dangle around her neck. “Hi, Trish,” she said as she approached. Daisy stopped at the sink next to where Trish was leaning on the counter and washed her hands.

“Hey. What’s up?” Trish asked, letting her eyes quickly roam over the younger girl’s body. Daisy was wearing a pair of baby-blue shorts, a green tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. She looked real good. “Any strange noises coming from the Barbie cabin lately?”

Daisy giggled. “Haven’t heard anything, but… I did see Veronica go inside a little while before I came here.”

Trish pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and handed it to Daisy when she turned off the taps. Their fingers brushed together, and their eyes met briefly before Daisy looked away, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

“Thanks,” Daisy said softly.

“No sweat.” Trish grinned. “I think we should take a little trip to cabin 10 and see if we can see what’s going on.”

Daisy’s eyebrows shot up. “Like peek in the windows and stuff?” she asked, her voice climbing an octave.

Trish nodded. “Yeah, something like that,” she said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Monica added as she left the stall and headed to a sink.

“Hi, Monica,” Daisy said, giving her a little wave.

“Hi ya,” Monica replied. “So, you say Veronica went in as you were on your way here, huh? About what, 15 minutes ago?”

Daisy looked at her watch and nodded. “Closer to 25, I think. I took a little walk around.”

“Cool. If they are up to some sort of naughty business, they should be well into it by now.”

And with that, the three girls filed out of the bathroom. Sticking to the shadows, they made their way toward cabin 10.

The night air was warm on Trish’s skin and her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation of what they might discover. Except for the occasional giggle or cough from the cabins they passed, their short trek was silent.

When they reached their destination, they moved off the main path onto the grassy space between the cabins. There was only one window on this side of cabin 10, and the light that shone through it from inside was faint. It was unlikely anyone would see the three of them standing there, listening intently for sound from the inside.

“The window is too high. How are we going to see inside?” Daisy whispered.

“Let’s grab a bench from out front,” Monica said.

They made their way to the front where two wooden benches sat, like on all the cabins. Each bench was no more than two meters long and didn’t weigh too much. Trish and Monica each grabbed an end, and they managed to carry it back to the window in silence. Once they were satisfied it was resting firmly in place, they stepped upon it one at a time.

Monica went first. Positioning herself to the left of the window, she slowly leaned her head to the right and peeked inside. The plan had been for her to motion Trish and Daisy up once she was sure they wouldn’t be spotted by occupants of the cabin. But Monica looked so stunned by what she saw that she seemed to forget about the rest of them, patiently waiting for her to signal the all-clear.

Trish nervously watched Monica move her head and take her first peek through the window. She’d half-expected Monica to jump down and call for them to run away. But when her stepsister didn’t make any indication that they had been caught, she began to breathe again. Monica wasn’t gesturing for her and Daisy to join her either, however. She was just staring in the window, not moving at all.

“Monica?” Trish whispered. “Monica!” she tried again, a bit louder, tapping her stepsister’s leg.

Monica turned her head and put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, then waved Trish and Daisy up. They gingerly climbed on and peered in the window. The bench boosted their height just enough so that if anyone inside were to look out, they would only see the top half of three heads looking in—though Daisy had to stand on the very tip of her toes to do so. Once Trish and Daisy’s eyes adjusted to the light from inside, they, too, were stunned by what they saw.

The four Barbies were kneeling side by side on the floor, each one naked as the day she was born. The first two girls, Alexis and Mercedes, shared a purple dildo. They each had a hand on it, holding it between their faces and licking the shaft as if it were an ice cream cone. Tiffany and Brittany were doing the same with their shiny pink vibrator. Standing in front of them, a few feet away, Veronica operated a video camera, capturing the naughty scene. The woman wore a pair of black panties and nothing else. The young voyeurs outside the window soaked in the view of her full breasts and erect nipples as she skillfully panned the camera from one Barbie to the next.

“Oh my God. What are they doing?” Daisy whispered.

“Looks like they’re making a porno,” Monica replied in disbelief.

“A what?”

“I’ll explain later. Now hush before they hear us,” Trish said.

The trio continued to watch and, after a few moments, Veronica made some sort of hand gesture and the blondes responded by moving to the beds. Alexis and Mercedes to one, Tiffany and Brittany to the other.

“And cut,” Veronica said as she switched off the camera and set it on the big circular table they had pushed aside to accommodate the shoot. “Good job, girls. I can tell you’ve been practicing.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” they said in unison.

The voices were a little muffled through the window, but still loud enough to make out, if Trish listened closely.

“I made everyone stay up late last night, going over our lines, just to please you, Mistress,” Alexis said cheerfully from where she sat at the edge of the bed.

Veronica moved slowly to where Alexis and Mercedes sat. She reached out and gently caressed Alexis’ cheek. “Oh, Alexis, my pet. You’re such a kiss-ass.” She frowned at the girl for a moment then grinned. “Don’t ever change.”

Moving to the center of the room, she stood with her hands on her hips and looked from one bunk to the other. She raised a hand and scratched lazily at her chin in contemplation. “Now then, who shall it be…” Veronica said to no one in particular. All four girls sat up straight, their faces not hiding their excitement. She looked from one girl to the next, occasionally tilting her head as if examining a piece of art.

“You all did so well, it’s hard to decide.” Veronica turned and faced Alexis and Mercedes. “But I think tonight, Mercedes will be my lover. That noise you made when Alexis fingered your ass… such a turn on.”

The other girls moaned in disappointment, and Veronica quickly clapped her hands. “Enough of that.” Her voice was stern. The girls stiffened, and the cabin fell quiet again.

After a long moment, Veronica spoke again. “Good. Alexis, join Brittany and Tiffany and pleasure yourselves while I enjoy Mercedes’ talented tongue.” With that, Veronica sat on the spot that Alexis had just vacated and motioned for Mercedes to take a spot on the floor.

Trish, Monica, and Daisy intently watched the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Trish knew her underwear was soaked, and she could bet that Monica—and maybe even Daisy!—were in the same state. When Mercedes peeled the panties from Veronica’s hips and pushed her legs apart, a jolt of excitement shot out in every direction from Trish’s clit. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could help herself, and she squeezed her thighs together.

Mercedes quickly moved between Veronica’s legs. Though Trish couldn’t see exactly what was happening, she knew the blonde was licking with determination from the bobbing of her head and the expression of ecstasy on Veronica’s face.

On the other bed, Tiffany had her legs splayed wide, while Brittany crouched between them, doing her best to mimic what Mercedes was doing to Veronica. She looked a little distracted by Alexis, behind her, who was ramming the purple dildo into her pussy with energy. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind the divided attention too much, as Alexis had leaned over to make out with her at the same time.

Trish stared at the erotic spectacle. She had to wonder what else had gone on in that cabin over previous summers. These girls were clearly not at their first experimentations.

“You okay there?” Monica asked when Trish twitched from another jolt from her pussy.

“Yeah,” Trish replied, though her breathing was getting a little heavy.

“Good. But I think your friend might be ready for her initiation into Camp Lick-a-clit.” Monica nodded her head in Daisy’s direction.

Trish looked over and saw the 10-year-old staring, unblinking, at the sex acts being played out inside the cabin. Her left hand gripped the windowsill while her right moved feverishly inside her shorts. Trish grinned. She stepped down from the bench and moved behind Daisy. Placing her hands on the girl’s ass, Trish squeezed and fondled the soft globes of flesh for a moment, then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Daisy’s shorts and pulled them down, underwear and all.

Daisy either didn’t notice or didn’t care, continuing to peer inside the cabin. Trish, taking the lack of protest as a good sign, began to explore the girl’s backside with her hand. Trish caressed the smooth skin for a moment then slipped a finger into the crack of her ass and moved downward until she felt the undeniable wetness of Daisy’s vagina.

The sensation of Trish’s touch must have registered and brought Daisy back to the here and now, for her head snapped to the left and she peered down at Trish, her eyes wide in astonishment and her mouth forming an “O”.

Trish thought Daisy might have been about to speak, but any potential words were replaced by a sharp intake of air as she pushed a finger into Daisy’s pussy. The young girl shuddered, and her knees buckled. Trish brought a hand to Daisy’s hip to steady her while she continued to explore the smooth walls of her sex. Never breaking eye contact, Daisy’s expression quickly changed from surprise to desire.

Daisy nodded ever so slightly for Trish to continue. She turned back to the window but didn’t seem too interested in what was going on inside anymore. Placing both hands on the sill for support, she spread her legs as far as the shorts around her ankles would allow her.

Trish wasn’t about to refuse the clear offer. She leaned in eagerly, her tongue quickly finding Daisy’s entrance. A moan pushed its way past the young girl’s lips despite her obvious efforts to remain quiet. Trish hungrily explored Daisy’s sex, delighting in the slightly sweet taste of her arousal.

The position was a little awkward, though, and she couldn’t get at Daisy’s clit. Trish pulled back, then tugged the girl’s shorts back up to her knees. Daisy whined in protest but said nothing more as Trish guided her off the bench and motioned for her to sit. The girl obliged.

“Are you going to…?” Daisy’s voice was shaky.

“Uh-huh,” was all Trish said as she got to her knees and once again pulled the shorts down, this time freeing one foot. Quickly but tenderly, she pushed Daisy’s legs apart and moved in closer, her mouth finding the girl’s clit. There was a sharp moan from above as soon as she began sucking on the small, stiff bud, then she felt a hand come to rest on the back of her head. Soon, Daisy was twitching, thrusting her hips forward while Trish teased her clit, playing around it with her tongue and flicking it.

After a moment, the noises Daisy made grew muffled. Intrigued, Trish glanced up and saw that Monica was now sitting on the bench beside Daisy, kissing her with an open mouth. Maybe it had been a bad idea to do this here in the open. But I was too late now, Trish decided as she continued licking Daisy’s sodden pussy. Bringing her hand back into play, Trish pushed a finger into her partner’s entrance and began to slowly fuck her, giving her time to adjust. Then, curious about how much Daisy could take, she introduced a second finger and gradually pushed both all the way in. Daisy stiffened and gasped. Belatedly, Trish wondered whether she had just broken the girl’s hymen. As wet as she was, it didn’t seem to be a problem, though; Daisy definitely sounded like she was feeling far more pleasure than pain.

As Trish enjoyed the tastes and sensations of eating the younger girl, she saw out of the corner of her eye that her stepsister was joining in, apparently not satisfied with just watching. Monica pushed her shorts and underwear down past her knees, spread her legs, and pushed a finger through her wetness and into her pussy. Daisy watched her fuck herself for a moment, fascinated, then reached over with unusual confidence and placed her hand on Monica’s pussy. A bold move for the normally shy girl, but it seemed like lust had made her quite daring. Quickly finding Monica’s clit, Daisy began rubbing it vigorously, soon pushing the other girl over the edge and into oblivion.

That was quick! Trish thought. She must’ve got real turned on watching the Barbies, or us… or both!

As Monica was in the throes of orgasm, Trish felt the hand on her head grip harder and push downward. Her mouth was mashed against Daisy’s clit and the young girl’s hips bucked twice before her body stiffened. Daisy’s orgasm looked intense. She never made a sound, but remained completely rigid for long moments, then shuddered with what Trish could only guess were powerful aftershocks. Gradually, Daisy relaxed and began to breathe again.

Trish leaned back on her heels when Daisy released her grip. There was enough light from the cabin that she could see the broad smile on the young girl’s face.

“Wow,” Daisy whispered. “I can’t believe that happened. That you just… wow.”

Trish grinned. “Glad you liked it. You’re now an official member of Camp Lick-a-clit.”

Daisy giggled. Trish looked over to Monica, her shorts still at her feet and Daisy’s hand resting between her thighs. Trish raised her eyebrows and Monica shrugged.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Monica said. She pulled up her shorts and Daisy followed her lead.

“So, what now?” Daisy asked.

Before anyone could speak, they heard the cabin door open. “Run!” Monica hissed, steering them toward the back of cabin 9. They rushed through the darkness behind the cabins, stumbling as they went, not stopping until they reached Monica and Trish’s cabin. They rested there in silence, listening intently for the sounds of pursuit or the voices of others. Only the crickets’ song filled the night air.

“Wait here,” Monica said. She pressed herself against the wall and moved to the front of the cabin, sticking her head out for a quick look.

“Coast is clear. Just saw Veronica head the other way, around the admin building. I think her cabin is over there. No one saw us, as far as I can tell,” Monica reported on her return.

Trish and Daisy signed in relief. “Thank goodness,” Daisy said. “I better get back before someone does see us.”

The other two agreed and she turned to go. After a couple of steps, she stopped and faced Trish. “I guess the story of Camp Lick-a-Clit is true after all.”

“I guess so.” Trish chuckled.

“Can we do it again some time? Maybe I can do it to you?” Daisy asked shyly.

Trish smiled. “I’d like that.” She moved to Daisy and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Daisy paused for a moment then headed back to her cabin, a noticeable skip in her step.

Trish watched for a moment and turned to Monica. “Ya know…” Trish said, drawing out the word. “You two got to come, buuuut…”

Monica stepped up close and cupped Trish’s pussy then kissed her deeply for a moment. “How about we go inside, and I’ll take care of that problem for you?”

“I’d like that very much, but you know we’ll be questioned as soon as we walk in,” Trish replied.

Monica slipped her arm around Trish and guided them toward the front door. “You can answer their questions while I lick your pussy.”

“Not sure how well that’ll work, but I’m game!”

They laughed out loud as Monica pulled open the door, heedless of the sound echoing across the campground.

On to Chapter 9!



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 17, 2021 at 2:15 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Morning came too early for Trish. Since school ended, she had become accustomed to sleeping in. Even at Monica’s, they never rose early, usually because they’d been up late making love. This morning, however, she and every other camper were roused from their sleep by the sounds of a… what was that? A bugle? Trish groaned, wishing the noise would go away. It eventually did but was quickly replaced by an overly pleasant voice coming from what sounded like a megaphone. Not much of an improvement.

“Good morning, campers. It is a beautiful day here at camp Witchatic and it’s time for you to get up and get ready for a busy day of fun activities. Breakfast will start at 8 o’clock, so let’s not dawdle.”

“Mornings would be great if they started after lunch,” a voice mumbled in her ear.

Trish laughed and rolled over to face the owner of that voice. Kat still had her eyes closed but was smiling. She gave Kat a soft kiss on the lips and stroked her hair. “I agree,” she said. “But we need to get up.”

Kat moaned. “Do we have to?” she said, burying her face in the pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Trish replied, giving her new friend a playful tickle on the ribs.

Kat yelped and jerked away from the attack, then retaliated, grabbing hold of Trish’s wrists and climbing on top of her. She captured Trish’s mouth and kissed her, her tongue finding easy access. “Last night was great,” Kat said, pushing a hand between them. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Don’t think you’re gonna get her all to yourself every night,” Gabby said.

Kat turned to look at her cousin, acting casual while her finger brushed against Trish’s clit under the covers. “And why not?” she said with a saucy grin on her face.

Trish sucked in a breath and pushed back against the finger. She couldn’t help it.


“That’s not an answer.” Kat rubbed a bit harder.

Trish turned her head away from Gabby and Monica, glad she was covered by the sheets. It had taken no time at all for Kat’s fingers to stir her arousal up to its peak and now she was nearing the edge. As that wonderful feeling built, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Well, I haven’t seen Trish since spring break. I want to get…  reacquainted,” Gabby said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it.” Monica laughed. “You just want my stepsister’s tongue on your pussy as much as Kat wants it on hers.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kat said, pushing harder on the swollen clit. “You’re such a slut.” The three of them laughed, Monica and Gabby were seemingly unaware of the state Kat had Trish in.

“I think we should let Trish decide,” Gabby said. “What do you say, Trish?”

Trish heard the exchange as if from far away, the question not registering in her mind. Even if it had, she probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. The orgasm within her was building quickly and it took all her effort not to scream out. She was panting and gripping the sheets as Kat’s rapid fingers brought her closer and closer to release.

“Trish?” Gabby repeated.

Kat grinned at them. “She can’t answer right now,” she said. “I think she’s about to come.”

And that was exactly what she did. Trish pushed her hips up and groaned, unable to restrain herself as her orgasm took hold. She froze for long moments as pure pleasure coursed through her, then fell back onto the bed, twitching with each aftershock as Kat’s fingers continued to play for a bit longer.

Kat kissed her softly once more before slipping out of bed. Trish turned to face the three grinning girls, her face burning. Kat and Gabby then gathered up their clothes and shower items while Monica moved over to Trish, offering her a hand up.

“That was quite the wake-up call,” Monica said.

“Yeah, it was.” Trish took Monica’s hand and stood. She wobbled for a second, her knees still shaky from her climax. Leaning close, Trish brushed Monica’s ear with her lips and said, “She’s great but I still like your wake-up calls better.” Trish placed a soft kiss on her stepsister’s lips before fetching her shower stuff.


The dining hall smelled of breakfast, the scent of bacon and sausage wafting from the kitchen area behind the steam line. Three cooks wearing white aprons moved about the kitchen with purpose as they tended to the morning meal. One of them stood at the grill, cooking up eggs to order. Besides the bacon and sausage, there were beans and hash browns, an assortment of fresh fruits. Bagels and various cereals were also available for those who wanted them. Trish and the girls made their way through the line, choosing their breakfasts before settling at one of the tables.

“I could get used to this,” Gabby said as she squirted ketchup onto her hash browns.

“You and me both,” Kat replied with a chuckle.

Trish and Monica agreed with a nod as they had already shoveled food into their mouths. It seemed their activities from the night before had left them famished. They ate and talked, excited about the day ahead. It was during a discussion about taking peeks at other girls in the shower that Trish noticed something a bit strange.

The Barbies, who were sitting a few tables away from Trish and crew, had been eating and chatting like everyone else until Veronica stopped by their table. The camp counselor had been walking around the room talking to each group of girls as they ate. She’d stopped by Trish’s table a few minutes earlier, saying good morning and asking if they’d slept well in a strange bed, the typical pleasantries. But when it came to the Barbies’ turn, all four girls sat up straight, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their gaze to the table. It was very odd. Trish nudged Monica with her elbow and nodded in the direction of the blonde girls. They watched, unable to hear what Veronica was saying. After a moment, Alexis looked up and said something. Veronica nodded then walked off, and the Barbies returned to their meal a few moments later.

“What was that all about?” Monica asked.

“What?” Kat asked, craning her neck to follow Monica’s gaze.

“The Barbies acted weird when Veronica stopped at their table. They all sat up straight and bowed their heads like they were praying or being chewed out,” Trish said.

“Huh. I doubt they were praying. None of them really seems like the religious type,” Kat wiped her face with a napkin and dropped it on her empty plate. “If they got themselves into trouble, it won’t be long before we hear something. Rumors tend to travel fast around here.”

Gabby snorted. “That’s for sure. Do you remember last year when those two assistant counselors got caught fucking on the dock in the middle of the night? The entire camp knew before either of them came.” They all broke into laughter.

After clearing away their dishes, they spent their morning playing volleyball on the sand courts behind the dining hall. The girls were broken up into two teams of five, their names being randomly drawn by Veronica.

Trish was disappointed that she wouldn’t be hanging with Monica and company but was soon enjoying herself with her new teammates. One of them, a pretty, younger girl, seemed to be drawn to Trish. Daisy was 10 and lived in the city with her parents and little sister, Trish had learned when the girl introduced herself before their first match had started. They chatted when they could as the morning passed, mostly between matches but sometimes on the court. Daisy was soft-spoken, and some would probably call her shy, but Trish saw a little bit of herself at that age in the girl. Of course, that was before Monica had introduced her to the wonderful world of girls loving girls. Any shyness or inhibitions she may have felt had all but vanished now.

There weren’t enough courts for all the teams to play at the same time, so the play schedule rotated with six teams on and two off. Trish’s team was currently taking a break and rested on logs that served as benches lining the courts.

“Do you think it’s true?” Daisy spoke from her spot beside Trish.

“Do I think what’s true?” Trish asked after screwing the cap back on her water bottle.

“The rumor about the camp. Well, the camp’s nickname.”

Trish raised an eyebrow and studied the girl, naughty thoughts flashing through her mind. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t already undressed Daisy with her eyes while they were on the court. The young girl was very cute with her brown hair bobbing around in its ponytail. She also had a nice bum.

“And which nickname would that be?” Trish asked, playing innocent.

Daisy’s eyes widened. “You don’t know?” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “They call it camp Lick-a-Clit, and say that all the girls will have it happen to them before camp ends.”

A blush crossed Daisy’s face and Trish felt her clit twitch with excitement. “Oh, that.” Trish paused for a beat, wondering if Daisy was simply curious or maybe looking for something. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. It might be fun if it’s true.”

“Really? You think so?” The look Daisy gave her was somewhere between disbelief and hopefulness.

Trish shrugged and took another swallow of her water. “Sure. Don’t you?”

“I guess. I don’t know. I mean…there’s just girls here, so…” Daisy whispered.

“Well, it’s up to you but you won’t regret it if it happens. Believe me.” Trish squeezed Daisy’s knee, enjoying the contact with the smooth skin. She winked at the younger girl then stood as their team was called to the court.

“Wait! What do you mean?” Daisy pleaded as she followed close behind and almost collided with Trish when she came to a stop.

Trish studied the girl for a moment. Maybe Daisy would be open to some experimenting. “Tell ya what. Meet me outside the dining hall after lunch and we’ll go somewhere where we can talk without being overheard. Okay?” When Daisy nodded, Trish turned and they hurried after the rest of the team.


Trish took a huge bite of her ham and cheese sandwich and moaned her satisfaction around the mouthful. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she stepped inside the dining hall and was greeted by the mouth-watering smells. Besides her sandwich, Trish had chosen a small plate of raw veggies and a piece of delicious-looking cheesecake.

“Wow! This is actually really good,” Monica said after tasting her chili, then immediately shoveled another spoonful into her mouth.

“Apparently,” Gabby replied with a chuckle.

“Hey,” Kat said. “I heard an interesting rumor.”

Trish and the others quickly forgot about their meal and turned their attention to Kat.

“Oh?” Gabby said. “Do tell.”

“It seems some ‘naughty sounds’ were coming from the Barbies’ cabin after lights out last night,” Kat explained with a grin.

“Well, that explains what we saw at breakfast. They were being chewed out,” Trish said.

Kat shook her head. “Maybe not. I also heard Veronica was seen leaving the cabin sometime later.”

“Oh my God. Does that mean…?” Trish said, looking at each of them in turn.

“Veronica’s banging the Barbies? Wow.” Monica said in a low voice. “Isn’t that rather risky? I mean, she could get caught so easily. We already know about it and it hasn’t even been a day.”

“You would think,” Kat said, “but it’s just a rumor after all.”

“Oh, it’s no rumor. At least, not all of it,” a soft voice said from behind Trish.

Trish jumped and turned to see who had spoken. Daisy was standing near, holding her lunch tray. “May I join you?” she asked Trish directly, which warranted a questioning look from her friends.

“Yeah, sure,” Trish said and motioned to the empty spot beside her. “Guys, this is Daisy. We were on the same team at volleyball. Daisy, this Monica, my stepsister, and our friends Gabby and Kat.”

“Hi,” Daisy said. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but I overheard what you said about Veronica. I’m in cabin 9, right next door the cabin with Alexis and her crew.” She chuckled. “It took me a sec to figure out who ‘the Barbies’ were. Good name for them, though.

“So, you said it’s not a rumor?” Monica asked.

Daisy nodded. “It was just after lights out, one of the girls in my cabin found a cricket near her bed and she didn’t wanna go to sleep until it was gone. Silly, right?” She said with a grin, glancing around the group. “Anyway, I picked it up and took it outside to the grass at the back of the cabin. When I came back, that’s when I saw Veronica going into cabin 10.”

“Did you hear what she said or anything?” Gabby asked.

“No. I really didn’t think anything of it and just went to bed,” Daisy explained. “But I didn’t fall asleep right away, and after a while, maybe like twenty minutes, that’s when the noises started. Some girls were speaking but I couldn’t really hear the words. And then there were moans and other noises. Like something being slapped together.”

No one spoke and Trish looked around at her friends. Were they thinking the same thing she was? Did Veronica spank the Barbies last night? Did she have sex with them? Trish did not doubt that her panties were wet right now. They finished their lunch, their conversation mostly small talk, but images of what must have gone on in cabin 10 last night were probably playing in everyone’s mind.

They filed out of the dining hall and Trish stopped at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Daisy, when Monica passed her.

“You coming?” Monica called over her shoulder as she followed Gabby and Kat back to their cabin.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Trish replied.

Monica grinned slyly when Daisy stopped beside Trish. “Okay. See you later, then.”

Trish turned to Daisy and took her hand. “Come on,” she said, leading her toward the volleyball courts. As she had expected, the area was deserted when they arrived, and she guided the younger girl to the far end. Trish sat on the log bench and Daisy joined her

“I think you had a question earlier,” Trish said, breaking the silence. It was obvious that Daisy was nervous.

“Um, yeah. You said that I wouldn’t regret it. If I let a girl… you know.” Daisy spoke softly, a blush of pink on her cheeks.

Trish nodded. “Ya, I remember.”

“So, you have, then?”

“Had my pussy licked? Yeah, I have.”

Daisy’s eyes widened and she turned to face Trish. “Really? Here at camp? With who? Was it Veronica?”

Trish chuckled and held up a hand. “Slow down.”

Daisy’s face reddened even more, and she looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Trish said, resting her hand on the younger girl’s leg. “No, it wasn’t Veronica.”

“Oh, okay.” Daisy sounded a bit disappointed. “Do you think it will happen… to me?”

“I’m pretty sure the thing about the camp name is only a story. If you want it to happen, you’re gonna have to make it happen,” Trish replied as she caressed Daisy’s thigh.

“But how?”

“Ask someone you know well, and that you think might be interested. Say, a close friend. Or, if you already know a girl who’s into girls…” Trish paused, hoping Daisy would take the bait.

“I only have one close friend, and I don’t think she’d be into it.” Daisy sat quietly for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. A revelation must have hit her, because she suddenly sat up straight and looked at Trish with wide eyes. “You’ve had your pussy licked, so you must be into girls, right? And I know you. Well, sort of.”

Daisy spoke excitedly and Trish had to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so,” Trish said, moving a bit closer, her hand climbing higher up Daisy’s leg.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Daisy? A real kiss. Not like a kiss you would give your grandma.”

Daisy shook her head. Her eyes locked on Trish’s mouth.

“Oh,” Trish said, “I’ll have to do something about that, then.” Trish closed the distance and gently pressed her lips to Daisy’s. The girl sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. Trish placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s neck and kissed a bit harder, pushing her tongue across the younger girl’s lips. Daisy breathed a soft moan and hesitantly parted her lips. Trish moved in, slowly, not wanting to frighten her. Slipping her tongue inside, she soon found Daisy’s. She decided to let her inexperienced partner take the lead, let her explore what must be a new experience for her.

Daisy pulled back after a minute or so, panting and flushed. “Wow,” she said.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Daisy nodded. “Yeah.” She held a hand to her chest as she tried to calm herself. She looked down at Trish’s hand, perched precariously close to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes widened as if she was just now realizing the hand was there.

“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away,” Trish said, withdrawing her hand.

“It’s okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I mean, I want to, but… not yet. Am I making any sense?”

“I get it. No need to rush into anything. Let me know when you’re ready. That is, if you want me to be the one who, well, you know.” Trish gave her a wink and a smile.

Daisy blushed a bit and giggled. “Can we still hang out, though? Maybe kiss some more?”

“For sure.”


“So, what was that all about?” Monica asked as Trish stepped into cabin 7.

The three of them, Monica, Gabby, and Kat, were sitting on the bunks looking rather sexy in their swimsuits. They were all looking at her with eager anticipation, though, as if she had some earth-shattering news to share.

“What was what all about?” She froze in place and looked from one girl to the next.

“You know what. Where did you and Daisy sneak off to?” Gabby asked.

“Yeah, she’s cute. Did you get some?” Kat snorted.

Trish wasn’t completely sure what get some meant, but she had an idea. She put her hands on her hips and glared at them. “It wasn’t like that. She just had some questions, that’s all.”

“Questions about what?” Monica asked.

Trish hesitated. “Well, about the camp nickname.”

“The nickname?” Gabby asked. “Camp Lick-a-Clit?”

“Yeah, she wanted to know if it was true.”

“I see… and did you offer to make it come true for her?” Kat asked, smirking.

“Kinda,” Trish said, feeling the blush climb her cheeks.

Kinda?” The trio said in unison.

Trish sat on the edge of one of the bunks. She drew a deep breath, then launched into an explanation of everything that had happened with Daisy today, from her initial curiosity during volleyball to the kisses they had just shared—though it was a little embarrassing admitting the latter.

“Wow!” Monica and Gabby said at the same time when Trish was done.

“So, are you going to, if she asks?” Kat asked.

Trish shrugged. “I guess so. I mean, she is really cute.”

“Yeah, she’s going to for sure,” Gabby said and they all laughed.

“We better get going. Swimming starts soon,” Monica said.

Trish still needed to change, and Monica hung back to wait for her as Gabby and Kat headed out the door.

“I’m impressed,” Monica said once they were alone. “A few months ago, you didn’t know the first thing about sex, and now you’re seducing girls.”

Trish knew Monica was teasing her, but she felt a bit guilty. “Is that okay? It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, why would it?”

Trish shrugged as she stood naked in front of Monica, her swimsuit in her hand. “I’m not sure. I just don’t want to hurt you or anything, I guess. I mean…”

“It’s okay, Trish. I love you, too.” She pulled Trish into a hug and kissed her, brief but passionate. “I’ll see you in the water.”

Trish let out a sigh and smiled to herself after Monica had left. She didn’t know exactly what she was feeling for her stepsister, but she was now sure that Monica felt the same.

On to Chapter 8!



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 10, 2021 at 1:24 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Gwen had no sooner shifted the car into park at the local community center than Trish and Monica scrambled from the back seat and dashed to the trunk, anxiously waiting for it to pop open. When it did, the girls eagerly grabbed their suitcases.

“Slow down, girls,” Gwen said with a chuckle as she closed the trunk and hurried to catch up to them. “The bus isn’t going to leave without you.”

The girls glanced over their shoulders at her but didn’t slow their pace. This was too exciting. The first day of their adventures at Camp Witchatic. Trish thought that Camp Lick-a-Clit sounded like a much better name if it lived up to the reputation Monica had told her about.

Approaching the bus, they saw several girls milling about, chatting, and carrying on. All of them wore the same black shorts and a yellow tee-shirt with the camp crest, the same as the ones worn by Trish and Monica. The adults, mostly women and likely the mothers of the excited girls, stood off to one side, talking among themselves, probably anxious for the bus to pull away and provide them with a break from the kids.

Trish, Monica, and Gwen were greeted by an older woman carrying a clipboard. She wore the same black shorts, but her yellow top was a polo shirt with the camp crest embroidered on the pocket with STAFF above it.

“Hi, I’m Veronica, one of the camp counselors,” the woman said, holding out her hand to Gwen.

“Hi, Veronica. I’m Gwen and this is Monica and Trish.”

“Hello, girls.” Veronica scanned her clipboard and made marks as she spoke. “Monica, check. Trish, check. You can take your bags around the side of the bus and Greg will load them for you. Feel free to hang out with the other girls until it’s time to board. Gwen, there is coffee and tea over where the other parents are.”

“Thank you, Veronica. I think I will take you up on that offer. Coffee would hit the spot.”

As Gwen headed for the coffee, Trish and Monica handed off their bags to Greg and made their way to where the other girls were congregated. Trish searched the faces as they got near but didn’t have to wait long to find who she was looking for.

“Monica! Trish!” a voice called out as two girls broke from the crowd and hurried toward them. Trish’s smile widened as she instantly recognized Gabby. The newcomer gave each of them a friendly hug as she bounced excitedly on her toes.

Trish couldn’t help but bounce a little herself, getting caught up in the excitement. She turned her attention to the brunette on Gabby’s right—Kat, she assumed—just in time to catch the girl checking her out. Trish grinned as Kat’s cheeks turned red.

Trish liked what she saw. Kat was pretty attractive, a bit taller than Gabby, wearing her brown hair short. Maybe not quite as fit as Gabby or Monica, but definitely cute nonetheless. She had to wonder if Kat found her attractive as well.

“Oh, right. You two haven’t met,” Gabby said. “Kat, this is Trish, Monica’s stepsister. Trish, my cousin Kat.”

Kat stepped a bit closer and smiled. “Hi. Gabby’s told me a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Trish shot Gabby a questioning look.

“Nothing bad.” Kat laughed. “But I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Trish swallowed and wondered exactly what that meant. Had Gabby told her about the sex they’d had? Maybe Kat was looking to join in on some of their fun. “I guess that’s fair. Monica’s told me about you, too.”

Kat grinned. “Then this is going to be a fun-filled summer camp, I think.” Kat touched Trish’s forearm, sending a shiver of excitement through her. Yes, it would be—and Trish couldn’t wait for it to get started.

Trish and Kat chatted, getting to know one another better, while Monica and Gabby caught up with the goings-on since the last time they spoke. During the conversation, Trish noticed four girls standing together away from the rest of them. It wasn’t that peculiar, but the four were taller than most and each one had long bleach blonde hair. They wore the same camp tee-shirt and shorts that showed off their tanned arms and legs.

“Who are they?” Trish nodded toward the blondes.

Kat followed Trish’s gaze and snorted. “You mean the Barbie Bunch?”

“The what?”

“The Barbie Bunch. ‘Cause they look like Barbie dolls, right? Got the combined IQ of one, too.” Kat brought her attention back to Trish. “The one with her back to us is Alexis. She’s the ringleader. The other three, from left to right, are Tiffany, Mercedes, and Brittany.” Kat spoke the names with a hint of disdain. “They all have wealthy parents and they know it. Bunch of stuck-up bitches if you ask me.”

Trish hadn’t taken her eyes from the four as Kat talked but turned to face her when a question came to mind. “If they’re so rich, why would they be coming to this camp? Isn’t there a rich kids’ camp somewhere?”

Kat laughed. “Beats the hell outta me. Maybe their parents just wanted to get away from them for a while, so they unloaded them on us poor folk.” Kat paused for a moment, glancing back at the Barbies. “Luckily, this will be their last summer at this camp. All of them will turn 15 before next summer and will have aged out of this place.”

“I guess I’ll keep my distance from them, then,” Trish said. It was true that she wouldn’t go out of her way to interact with the Barbies, but she decided to reserve judgment until she at least got to know them a little more.

“Wise choice.”

“Campers, can I have your attention, please?” Veronica’s voice boomed above the chatter of the kids and parents alike. When the voices quieted, Veronica spoke again. “We are ready to depart now. Please say your goodbyes to your parents and board the bus in an orderly fashion.”

The gaggle of girls dispersed quickly. Trish and Monica found Gwen and the three embraced. Gwen kissed each girl on the cheek and whispered. “You two have a good time at Camp Lick-a-Clit.”

Both girls laughed. “How do you know that name?” Monica asked.

Gwen chuckled. “I’ve heard it before and I know about the myth, girls. You’ll have to let me know if it’s true.” She winked and guided them toward the bus. “Now go have a blast and I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Okay, Mom. We will. Love you,” Monica called as she and Trish dashed for the bus.

The line at the bus door was short but it moved far too slowly for Trish’s liking. She hoped that she would be able to sit with Monica, or at least Gabby or Kat, and not a stranger. As they boarded the bus, the noise of thirty-plus girls laughing, yelling, and carrying on was deafening. Moving down the aisle, she caught sight of Gabby in a seat by herself near the back and Kat alone in the seat directly behind Gabby. Gabby scooted back to sit with Kat, allowing Trish and Monica to sit together when they got near.

“Window or aisle?” Monica asked, stopping at their row.

Trish smiled, happy to have the choice, and quickly slipped into the seat without a word. She had always believed a window seat was a far better option than sitting at the aisle, where all you get to see are heads.

“Guess that answers that.” Monica chuckled as she sat.

A few minutes later, Greg and Veronica boarded the bus. Greg climbed behind the wheel and closed the door while Veronica stood at the first row of seats and called for quiet. The noise quickly subsided, and Veronica went over the rules to be followed while the bus was in motion, such as remaining in the seats and keeping the noise down to not distract the driver.

“One last thing,” Veronica said, gripping the back of the seat in front of her as the bus pulled away. “When we arrive at Camp Witchatic, you will directly head to the dining hall for your cabin assignments. After which, you will get your bags, put them in your cabin then return to the dining hall for a meet and greet with the rest of the camp staff. Any questions?”

No one responded and Veronica nodded. “Okay. Then sit back and enjoy the trip,” she said and sat in her seat.

Trish and Monica turned in their seats, chatting the trip away with Gabby and Kat. Trish was surprised at how quickly time had flown by when she glanced out the window as the bus made a turn and saw the big Camp Witchatic sign at the entrance. A few moments later, the bus came to a stop and Veronica stood.

“Okay, girls. The dining hall is the big building to your left as you get off the bus. Please make your way there,” she said before stepping out.

As she got off the bus, Trish noticed ten identical log cabins that sat in a semi-circle around a large fire pit surrounded by benches crafted from large logs that had been halved. Monica and Gabby were next to step off the bus and join her. Trish was turning to go to the dining hall when Kat joined them. Someone seemed to catch the girl’s attention and she pulled them aside.

“Hang on, guys. Come with me,” Kat said and headed off in the other direction.

Not understanding, Trish looked from Monica to Gabby. Both girls seemed confused as well but followed Kat, who was already a few meters ahead. An older boy wearing a similar camp outfit as the girls, just in a different color, was carrying a clipboard and walking in their direction. Kat stopped in front of him and pointed at the clipboard, asking something that Trish couldn’t quite make out.

“Who’s that?” Trish asked.

“That’s Billy Green. His mom is the camp director,” Gabby said.

“I thought this camp was all girls,” Trish said, eyeing the boy.

“It is. He’s like 15 or 16 and works at the boys’ camp farther down the lake. They already had their orientation day, so his mom makes him help her out here during ours.”

“Oh, okay,” Trish said as they caught up to Kat.

“Come on, Billy. You can tell us now,” Kat pleaded.

“You can wait the five minutes for me to get to the dining hall.” Billy gave her a stern look and tried to move past.

Kat stepped left to block him. “Please.” She pushed out her bottom lip and pouted.

Billy exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He scanned the clipboard. “Kat, you and Gabby are in cabin 7.”

“With Monica and Trish. Right?”

Billy looked back at the paper and shook his head. “No. You two are with Sylvia and Casey.”

Trish felt her stomach sink. She had figured the four of them would be bunking together in the same cabin. That way they would be able to stay up and chat—and do other things—after lights out.

“That’s no good, Billy.” Kat stepped closer to the boy. “The four of us need to be in the same cabin.”

“The bunks have been assigned. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” He didn’t sound sorry in the least.

“What if I agree to do that thing you like?” Kat said in a low voice as she reached out and cupped the boy’s crotch and massaged it slowly.

Trish’s eyes went wide, and she saw Billy visibly swallow as his skin flushed red. Kat continued to stroke until Billy found his voice again.

“You… you promise?” he croaked. When Kat nodded, he pulled the pencil from the clipboard and quickly made some edits on the page. “Okay. You, Gabby, Monica, and Trish are in cabin 7.”

“Good,” Kat said. “Find me behind the girls’ shower after the meet and greet.” Kat stepped back after one more stroke of the very noticeable bulge in Billy’s shorts.

Aware of his arousal, Billy’s blush deepened, and he covered himself with the clipboard before rushing off toward the dining hall. The girls laughed as they made their way in the same direction.

The dining hall looked exactly as Trish had expected it would. It was a large room with rows of tables and bench seating. At the far end of the hall was the serving line with its racks of plastic trays and containers for utensils. It reminded her of the cafeteria at her school back home. They sat at the first empty table and waited as Billy, who seemed to have gotten his boner under control, read off the room assignments. As he read out the names for cabin 7, he happened to glance at the table where Kat sat, which much to his dismay, triggered the bulge in his shorts to reappear. The girls who were sitting nearest him got an eyeful and broke into fits of giggles.

After retrieving their bags, Trish and Monica walked side by side along the gravel pathway, with Kat and Gabby a few paces ahead. Trish touched Monica’s arm to slow her and put some more space between them and the other girls.

“What did Kat mean when she told Billy she would do that thing he liked if he put us in the same cabin?” Trish asked.

Monica looked at her and smiled. “She’s going to blow him.”

“Oh,” she said. Then as the wheels inside her brain turned, the light bulb came on. “Oh!” She was louder than she intended and slapped a hand over her mouth when Gabby and Kat gave her a questioning glance over their shoulders. Trish felt the heat climb her face.

“She’d really do that?” Trish whispered.

“Yeah.” Monica shrugged like it was no big thing. “Kat likes both boys and girls, and from what Gabby has told me, she’s done that with a few guys to get what she wants.”

“Wow.” She found herself watching Kat as they continued along. Trish had so many questions bouncing around in her head. She wondered if Kat would answer them if she asked.

Cabin 7, like all the others, was an A-frame design with the exterior walls made of logs. Stepping in revealed a surprisingly spacious interior. The space was well lit with a good-sized window on each wall except for the one with the door. There was a bunk bed against the wall on the right and another on the opposite side. At the head and foot of each bunk sat a chest of drawers, one for each girl. Four small writing desks and a larger round table with four chairs filled the rest of the space. Though the cabin looked cozy and inviting, the feature that caught Trish’s eye was the bottom bunks. They were large enough that two people could easily sleep, or do other things, in them.

“I bet those top bunks won’t see much use,” Kat said, apparently reading Trish’s thoughts.

“You’re such a perv,” Gabby teased. They all laughed and claimed a chest of drawers, dropping their suitcases nearby before heading back to the dining hall.

Trish and crew took a spot at one of the tables as soon as they arrived. Some girls were already there while the rest filtered in a short time later. An older woman called for their attention once everyone was seated.

“Hello, girls, I am Kate Green, the camp director. I, along with our counselors,” she motioned to the four younger women standing off to the side, “want to welcome you to Camp Witchatic.” Kate smiled brightly as the girls cheered. “First off,” she continued, “let me introduce you to your counselors.”

All eyes turned to the other four women. Trish’s smile widened when she noticed a familiar face that she hadn’t seen since her last visit during spring break. The last time she had seen her, the young woman had been completely naked in the showers at the public pool. Trish’s heart skipped when the dark-skinned beauty caught her looking and gave her a smile and a wink.

“This is Veronica,” Kate said as the first counselor took a spot beside her and waved. “You know this already as you met her on the bus ride here. What you may not know is that she is my right-hand woman, and she is the camp nurse. Any cuts, scrapes, bumps, or bruises…come see her. Veronica will also be overseeing the daily activities and making sure everybody is where they need to be.”

Kate continued by introducing Kim and Rita, two 18-year-old students who would be helping Veronica with all the tasks of keeping the campers busy and entertained. “And lastly we have Keesha. She is our lifeguard and she will be leading the water-related activities.” Keesha waved and Trish squeezed her thighs together, wondering if she would get to see Keesha naked again. After all, the last time they’d met at the pool, the hot lifeguard had dropped a not-so-subtle hint that she’d be open to the idea.

After Veronica and Keesha each said a few words, Kate finished with a list of camp rules. They were common sense things mostly and not that restrictive. A tour of the camp and all its amenities was next, followed by a few ice-breaking activities for the girls to get to know one another that lasted until supper. Trish wasn’t surprised when Kat snuck off at the beginning of the tour only to join them again fifteen minutes later. The rest of the evening was theirs until sundown when a big campfire was planned. There would be wieners and marshmallows to roast, and all the fixings to make S’mores. Trish couldn’t wait.


“That was fun,” Gabby said as she plopped down on one of the bottom bunks. Kat flopped down beside her as Trish and Monica sat on the opposite bunk. Trish watched the other girls with anxious anticipation, wondering if the evening was going to end now, or…

Then Kat spoke and Trish knew they were on the same page. “Yeah, it was. But I think we need to burn off some of that chocolate we ate.” She looked at each of them with a mischievous grin.

“Oh? And how do you suggest we do that?” Monica asked.

“Well, I was thinking we should all get better acquainted. Or reacquainted.”

“Was there someone in particular that you wanted to get acquainted with?” Monica used air quotes around “acquainted.”

“The new girl,” Kat said matter-of-factly, looking directly at Trish.

Trish’s eyebrows shot up. “Me?” She pointed at herself.

Kat nodded. “Uh-huh. I know Gabby and Monica, but not you. So, you’re the new girl,” she explained as she moved across the space and switched spots with Monica. Sitting, Kat rested a hand on Trish’s knee.

“Well, I know Monica and Gabby, too. So, maybe that makes you the new girl,” Trish countered.

Kat considered this for a moment as she let her hand caress Trish’s leg. “You have a point, I guess.” She turned slightly to face Trish. “But I live here and see them regularly, so I win by default.”

Before Trish could respond, Kat leaned in and kissed her. Trish’s eyes widened but she didn’t resist. This was kind of what she’d hoped would happen tonight, after all. Kat’s lips were soft, and the kiss was slow and gentle. Her hands moved on instinct; one moving to Kat’s hip, the other to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting Kat to explore her mouth if she wished. The girl took her up on that offer, wrapping her arms around Trish and pulling her close for a deeper kiss. Trish moaned against her mouth and felt the wetness already pooling between her legs. When Kat pulled back, she whimpered, yearning for more.

“I guess that settles that, then,” Gabby said.

“Yup. It’s you and me tonight,” Monica replied. She put an arm around Gabby’s waist. “Not that I’m complaining.”

A knock at the door interrupted them. Each pair put a bit of space between them before the door opened. Counselor Kim stepped inside giving them a friendly smile. “Hi, girls,” she said, then placed a sheet of paper on a clipboard that was hanging on the wall by the door. “Here is your schedule for tomorrow. A new one will be posted each day around supper time from now on.”

“Cool,” Monica said, taking the clipboard from its hook to read the schedule.

“Okay, girls. Lights out in ten minutes. Have a good night,” Kim said as she left.

Monica turned on the reading lights that were attached to the underside of the top bunks then turned off the main light while Trish hung the clipboard back on its hook. The reading lights bathed the lower bunks and floor between them in a soft warm glow that was reminiscent of candlelight.

“Mmm, this is cozy,” Kat cooed, taking Trish by the hand and leading her back to the bunk.

Trish followed without question, her stomach flip-flopping as nervous excitement coursed through her. She knew what was going to happen, and even though she’d only met Kat this morning, the girl didn’t feel like a stranger. With what Monica and Gabby had told her and from her conversations with Kat during the day, she knew enough. But there was something else about Kat that piqued her curiosity. Kat had greater knowledge of sex. She’d been with a boy and, if Trish was being honest with herself, she found that intriguing.

Before they even had a chance to sit down, Kat had her arms wrapped around Trish’s waist. She didn’t waste any time slipping her hands under Trish’s shirt, caressing her back. The sensation of warm hands on her bare skin felt good but not quite as good as the soft lips that pressed against hers. Trish mirrored Kat’s movements, delighting in the warm skin under her fingers. Their tongues danced and the rest of the world faded away. Even her interest in what Monica and Gabby were doing on the other bed a couple of meters away was soon forgotten. As the kiss grew more urgent, so did the need building between Trish’s legs. She wanted—no, needed—to get Kat out of her clothes and onto the bed. Tugging up on Kat’s shirt was the signal for the other girl to do the same with hers. Both of them began pulling off the other’s clothing as fast as they could until they stood completely naked beside the bed.

The dim lights broke the shadows of the room and played across their bodies. Trish took a moment to take in Kat’s exposed flesh, from the roundness of her breasts to the patch of brown hair above her pussy. She absently licked her lips as she devoured Kat with her eyes, thrilled at knowing that Kat was doing the same.

A moan from the left drew Trish’s attention to the other bunk, where Monica was lying partially on Gabby, a finger in the blonde’s pussy and her mouth on a nipple. Trish felt her arousal flow at the sight.

A hand on her breast brought her attention firmly back to her own partner. Her boobs were tiny compared to Kat’s, but the girl didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, Kat looked just as turned on. Her hungry mouth caught Trish’s and they kissed passionately as they tumbled onto the bed.

Trish felt Kat’s knee pushing between her legs, and she spread them to let her in. A bolt of pleasure tore through her as her clit pressed against her partner’s thigh. Kat’s mouth replaced the hand on her breast and Trish’s heart rate went into overdrive. She arched her back and rolled her hips as Kat slipped a hand between the two of them to find Trish’s throbbing clit. Kat rolled it between two fingers for a second, then slid down to dip inside Trish’s pussy and draw wetness back up.

“Oh god, Kat.”

“Mmm, you like that?” Kat asked as she took the other nipple into her mouth. Kat’s fingers moved from her clit to her entrance and back again, never staying in one place long.

The familiar pressure low in her abdomen grew and Trish knew she would orgasm soon. She clutched the blankets tight and thrust her hips upward, looking for the right contact to send her over the edge. Kat seemed to have sensed her need and increased the pressure on Trish’s clit at just the right time. A second later, the orgasm washed over her. Trish gasped and shuddered with each jolt of pleasure, arching her back. And then, she had no sooner settled back onto the bed than the wonderful fingers that had brought her to climax were replaced with a soft kiss and a gentle lick.

“Kat! What are you–?” Trish’s words failed as Kat sucked her overly sensitive clit into her mouth. Lights flashed behind her eyes and she bucked against the exquisite agony that was rocking her world. It only took seconds before an even more powerful orgasm shook her, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body, seemingly without end. She thought she might have passed out for a moment, because when she finally opened her eyes, Kat was lying beside her, placing little kisses on her lips.

“Holy crap,” Trish said, her voice low and shaky.

“You like?” Kat chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” Trish gave her a quick kiss then rolled Kat onto her back and straddled her hips. “My turn now.” She gave Kat a mischievous grin and cupped her breasts.

Kat closed her eyes and breathed a soft moan. Trish massaged the soft mounds of flesh beneath her hands, tracing circles around the stiff peaks of her nipples with her thumbs. As she played, she was aware of Kat’s hips gently rocking beneath her, demanding more. Pinching the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she twisted them, making her partner gasp.

“Fuck, yeah.” Kat pushed her chest out and groaned.

As she continued to tease the girl’s sexy tits, Trish was becoming more and more aroused by Kat’s pussy grinding against her, even though it was nowhere near her clit. She had to move and return the favor to Kat before she got lost in her own pleasure again. That would only be fair, after all. Trish slid down Kat’s body and pushed her legs apart. The pussy before her was swollen and pink and its wetness glistened whenever it caught the subdued lighting. Trish licked her lips. Not wanting to wait any longer, she flattened herself on the bed, and with a slow and deliberate stroke, ran her tongue the entire length of the girl’s sex, savoring the tangy taste and intoxicating scent of her juices.

Kat jerked, letting out a loud gasp. She tangled her fingers in Trish’s hair and held on. Trish didn’t need guidance; she knew exactly what to do. At the top of that first stroke, she swirled her tongue around the stiff clit, playing with it, tormenting Kat who writhed under her. Trish winced when Kat pulled her hair a little but didn’t complain. She continued, flicking her prize with her tongue for a few more moments before sucking it into her mouth. Kat whimpered then gasped again when Trish pushed two fingers deep inside her very wet core. Trish smiled against the quivering pussy, pleased that she had made this girl, who was more experienced than her by a long shot, so damn wet.

Trish started slowly at first, pumping her fingers into the soaked pussy. But as Kat grunted and rolled her hips, pushing her pelvis skyward, Trish increased the tempo to meet what Kat seemed to need. As her fingers pistoned in and out, she licked and sucked on lips and clit, driving Kat to the edge. It only took a moment or two longer until Kat stiffened, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. Trish stayed with her, gently licking and slowing her hand movements until Kat finally relaxed and pushed her away, unable to take any more.

“Holy fucking God, girl!” Kat said between breaths as she pulled Trish up to her. “Where did you learn to eat a cunt like that?”

Trish couldn’t help but blush at the language, glad that the dim light hid the fact. She shrugged and looked over to where Monica and Gabby were snuggled together, watching them with big shit-eating grins on their faces. “Those two,” Trish said. Her blush deepened, knowing that the two girls had been watching them fuck, but she was also proud that Kat thought she had done so well.

Kat and Trish crawled under the covers and cuddled while Monica and Gabby did the same in their bunk. The four of them talked quietly for a while longer about the fun days ahead, doing camp stuff together… and the nights as well, doing other things together that would be even more fun.

On to Chapter 7!


Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 5

  • Posted on May 3, 2021 at 11:56 am

By Amanda Lynn

Trish and Monica sat at a small table in the food court, enjoying fries and a Coke. Jason was starting his night shifts that evening and wanted to get some sleep beforehand. The girls had decided that a few hours of window shopping along with a movie and a late lunch at the mall was a perfect way to kill the afternoon.

“So, you and Cindy, eh?” Monica asked, popping a fry into her mouth. They had been too tired from their lovemaking to talk the night before, quickly falling asleep afterward. Waking up late in the morning, Gwen had shooed them out of the house after they had eaten breakfast.

Trish nodded with a smile. “Uh-huh,” she replied while sipping on her Coke.

“Uh-huh? Is that all I get?” Monica narrowed her eyes, glaring at Trish as she plucked another fry from the container. “Give me more. What does she look like? Where were you? Who made the first move? I want juicy details, not ‘uh-huh.’ ”

Trish laughed. “Okay, okay.” She took another fry and ate it. “Well, she’s our age. About the same height. Red curly hair and freckles. Very cute.”


“Really?” Trish gave her stepsister an exasperated look.

“Yes, really! Does she have boobs?”

Trish glanced around nervously. “Not so loud.”

“Well, does she?” Monica stage-whispered.

“Yes! A bit bigger than mine.”

Monica grinned and sat back, taking a sip from her drink. “Nice. So, how did it happen? You jump her bones at school or something?” Monica giggled as Trish felt heat rising on her face.

“No,” she replied in a huff, then leaned forward and whispered. “The night of my birthday, we were sort of watching girls masturbate online.”

Monica’s brows shot up. “Porn?”

Trish covered her face then shushed Monica, glancing around again. “Will you lower your voice! And no, it wasn’t porn. It was a live chat thingy. View-Me, I think it was called.”

She blinked at Trish for several moments before she spoke. “Okay… then what?”

“We watched for a bit, and I asked her if she… you know… masturbated,” Trish said. “She said yes, and I said I did, too. Then we made our own chat room and did some stuff that people wanted to see.”

Coke shot from Monica’s nose as she snorted. “What?!” She coughed and grabbed some napkins from the dispenser. She wiped her face and quickly cleaned up the mess, all the while staring at Trish in disbelief. “You had sex online for the world to see? Holy crap.”

“We didn’t really have sex. We kissed and played with ourselves, then played with each other. The viewers wanted us to have sex… and we did, but we turned off the laptop first.” Trish stopped to study Monica’s expression. “Are you… mad at me?” Her voice came out in a whisper.

“No. I’m not mad. I’m surprised that you’d do that, though.” She stuffed another fry into her mouth as she glanced around. “You didn’t give out any personal information, right?”

Trish swallowed and shook her head. “No, none at all.”

“Good, ‘cause that shit is dangerous. There’s a lot of sickos out there, or worse, the cops could find out.”

Monica sat back, and Trish watched a smile climb her face. “So, you and Cindy fucked, eh?”

A grin crossed Trish’s face. “Oh yeah. And it was great!”

“Is that right? I’m just gonna have to meet this Cindy and find out for myself.” Monica winked, and they both laughed.

“That sounds like fun, but only if I can join in,” Trish said with a giggle as they stood and threw their trash in the garbage bin. “I wonder if my dad and Gwen would let you fly back to Toronto with me? I’m sure my mom would be fine with it.”

Monica pushed open the glass door, and they stepped out into the warmth of the July afternoon. “That would be so cool.”

“Speaking of my mom. I need to tell you something…” Trish paused, looking down at her feet as they walked. She had wanted to talk to Monica about what had happened between her and her mom a couple of days ago, but now she found herself hesitating. They crossed the parking lot, and Monica laced her fingers with Trish’s as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

“What about?” Monica asked.

Trish looked down at their hands then up to Monica’s smiling face. She felt her unease melt away, but she had to look away to speak. “I think my mom wants to have sex with Cindy… No, I know she does. And I think she might want to with me, too.” She continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for Monica’s response. Monica didn’t respond, though, and Trish forced herself to look over. God, had she made a mistake telling her this?

They reached their bus stop and sat on the bench. They were still holding hands, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Finally, Monica turned to her. “Well, that was a bombshell.” A gentle smile on her face. “Why do you think your mom wants to have sex with you two?”

Her eyes darted over Monica’s face. There was no judgment there. No disgust. No anger. Just compassion and… understanding, maybe?

Trish took a breath then spoke. “It started the morning after my birthday. Mom was outside in the flower garden and overheard Cindy and me having sex…” She continued with the story, not stopping until she had explained everything that had happened up to the morning Trish had left for the airport.

“Wow!” Monica said when Trish finished. “That’s wild.”

Trish grinned. “Yeah. It is. But I don’t know what to think about it. I mean… it felt great when she touched me and stuff, but it was also… I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet and kicked at a pebble.

Monica brought Trish’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. “I wouldn’t get too hung up on it. I mean, you enjoyed it. Right? It didn’t freak you out and make you want to run to the cops or anything?”

“No! I mean, yes, I liked it, but no, it didn’t freak me out. Not like that, anyway.”

“Well, I bet your mom freaked a bit, too. But I would also bet that when you go home again, everything will be back to the way it was. Your mom will have had time to think and stuff. You know?”

Trish looked up at her stepsister. “Do you think so?”

“Yup,” Monica said and stood as the bus pulled to a stop in front of them. They climbed on board and Monica flashed her bus pass and dropped some coins in the box for Trish. Quickly finding a seat near the back, away from other passengers, they settled in for the ride home.

Trish looked out the window, thinking about what Monica had said. Would her mother act like nothing had happened in Trish’s room that morning? Would she simply dismiss it? But what if she didn’t? The thought excited her and scared her at the same time.

“Monica, what if Mom doesn’t want to forget it? What if she wants to go further?”

“Would it be a terrible thing if she did? I mean, you wanted her to touch you that morning to make you come.”

“No. I guess it wouldn’t be terrible at all.” Trish turned back to the window with thoughts of having sex with her mother swirling in her mind. She was glad she would have a few weeks to let the idea stew before she went home. A smile crossed her face, remembering the upcoming trip to camp. That would distract her from thoughts of her mother’s hands roaming her body, of her tongue licking her… Stop thinking about it, Trish.

Trish looked over at Monica. “I’m looking forward to going to camp. I bet it will be a blast.”

Monica nodded. “Yeah, it usually is. There’s lots to do, like swimming, canoeing, nature hikes, bonfires in the evening. Indoor stuff too, if we have rain.” Monica gave her a sly grin then. “Always lots to do at Camp Lick-a-Clit.”

Trish snorted. “Really? That’s not its name, is it?”

“No. It’s Camp Witchatic.” Monica laughed. “That’s just a name that stuck because of the myth.”

“What myth?” Trish asked, sitting up straight, her attention fixed on Monica.

“Well, the myth goes that by the time camp is over, every girl will have had their clit licked at least once. Even the ugly girls.”

She stared at Monica for a moment then broke into laughter. The two of them howled for several moments, drawing frowns from a few of the nearby passengers. Trish wiped at the tear rolling down her cheek from laughing so hard as Monica reached up and pulled on the wire, signaling the driver to let them off at the next stop.

“You said Gabby and her cousin would be at camp, too. What was her name?” Trish asked as they turned up their driveway.

“Katrina, but she goes by Kat.”

“And she’s the one that has sex with her brother?”

“She’s the one,” Monica replied and glanced over at her. “She could probably hook you up with him if you’re interested.”

She swatted Monica’s arm. “No way!” she protested. Trish knew that Monica was teasing her, and she wasn’t interested in boys. But still… there was an oh-so-tiny thread of curiosity in the back of her mind that wanted to be pulled.


“We’re home,” Monica called out as she pushed open the front door. They kicked off their shoes and, hearing the sounds of pots and pans, Monica skipped off to the kitchen. She hid a grin when Trish said she had to go to the bathroom, as it would give her a moment to talk to her mother alone.

“Hi, sweetheart. Where’s Trish?” Gwen asked from the counter where she was cutting carrots.

“Bathroom. Is Jason up?” Monica asked, drawing closer to her mother.

“Getting dressed for work. Why?”

“Good. I need to tell you something.” Monica paused, looking toward the stairs. “It’s about Trish’s mom.”


Trish hugged her dad at the door as he left for work, then headed down to the family room where Monica would be waiting. Gwen had chosen to relax in the living room with a book and a glass of wine. Trish found Monica sprawled out on the sectional with her eyes closed. She let her own eyes wander over her stepsister’s body, noting the open button of her pants, and the fingertips pushed under the waistband. Trish studied the hand as well as the slender ribbon of exposed skin running along her stomach, where the tee-shirt had ridden up. A naughty grin crossed Trish’s face as she imagined that Monica’s fingers were heading a little farther south.

“I think I ate too much,” Monica groaned, “and get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Moi?” she replied in mock surprise, pointing to herself.

“Oui, toi!” Monica snorted. “I swear, you’ve become quite the little horn-muffin.”

Trish plopped down on the other end of the sofa and stretched out, letting her legs tangle with her stepsister’s. She sighed contently and, following Monica’s example, undid the button of her pants. The meal of roast chicken with mashed veggies and gravy had been scrumptious, and Trish couldn’t help but have seconds. But like Monica, she may have had too much.

They lay there in silence and Trish thought she might drift off to sleep when the movement of Monica’s foot drew her from the fog. It was moving back and forth against Trish’s inner thigh. A gentle touch that instantly stirred a pleasant warmth between her legs. She spread her legs just a bit, hoping to entice Monica a little closer. The foot moved and pressed against her center, causing a moan to escape before she could stop it.

“Horn-muffin,” Monica teased.

“Am not,” Trish protested half-heartedly.

Monica moved her foot again, pressing harder. Trish whimpered as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

“I bet you’re wet too.”

“Very possible,” Trish grunted. The pressure on her clit was making her feel all sorts of wonderful and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Monica,” Gwen called from the top of the stairs.

The girls stilled, and Trish cursed to herself. No! Not now!

“Yeah?” Monica responded.

“Mrs. Thomas is on the phone. She has a bit of an emergency at work and wants to know if you can sit for a couple of hours.”

Monica gave Trish an apologetic smile before untangling herself. “Sure, Mom. I can be over there in 10 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know,” Gwen said.

Moments later, they were upstairs, and Trish slipped on her sneakers, assuming she would tag along with Monica. When Gwen saw this, she gave Monica a glance that Trish found strange.

“Is something wrong?” Trish asked Monica. Then Monica glanced at Gwen and back.

“Um… Trish, it might be best if you stayed here,” Gwen said.

“But I thought I could go with Monica,” she replied, the disappointment evident in her voice.

“I know, sweetie. But Mrs. Thomas can be a bit weird sometimes. She gets upset if her babysitters have friends over when they are sitting for her,” Gwen said.

“Oh, okay.” It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but she understood, even if it was silly.

“Great. Besides, Monica won’t be gone that long, and it’ll give you and me a chance to chat.”

Once Monica had left, Trish followed Gwen into the living room and sat. Gwen sat, too, but not in her armchair or at the other end of the sofa. Instead, she sat right beside Trish. So close, their legs nearly touched. What was Gwen up to? She turned and flashed a sweet smile as she put a hand on Trish’s knee.

Immediately, a tingle of excitement ran up Trish’s spine, her heart began to pound, and she wondered how innocent that touch really was. Remembering what had happened during spring break and what had happened in her room with her mother, she hoped it wasn’t.

“Would you like anything, Trish? I’m sure you’re not hungry, but maybe a drink?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Trish swallowed. It suddenly felt very warm in the room, and the slow caress of Gwen’s hand on her leg wasn’t helping matters any.

Gwen nodded. “I’m glad we have this chance to be alone for a while.” She paused, glanced down at where she was touching Trish. “I’ve been thinking about what happened last time you were here. In the bathroom that day, I mean.”


“Have you thought about it at all, Trish?” Gwen asked, discreetly undoing the third button of her blouse, the first two already being undone.

Trish swallowed again, Gwen’s newly exposed cleavage not going unnoticed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening here, and the thought of what might happen next made her quiver inside from both the excitement and apprehension of a possible sexual encounter with Gwen. “Yes,” she replied softly.

“Good, I’m glad.” Gwen took Trish’s hand in hers. “You don’t think I’m a monster or anything for letting you touch me like that, do you?”

She shook her head, looking Gwen in the eyes. “No. Not at all. I… I liked touching your boobs.”

Gwen’s smile grew and she took Trish’s hand and brought it to her breast. “I think you wanted to do more than just touch, though.”

Trish had to look away, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, all the while aware of the hardened nipple beneath her palm. Yes, she had wanted to do more than just touch. Trish had been seconds away from taking Gwen’s nipple into her mouth when the older woman stopped them. Trish’s panties had been as wet then as they were at this moment.

“Am I right?” Gwen asked softly.


“Me too.” Gwen winked and slid Trish’s hand inside her blouse.

Trish’s mind was racing as fast as her heart. This was happening. She looked down to where her hand, hidden beneath the fabric, cupped the soft flesh of Gwen’s breast. Trish quickly found the pointed nipple and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked up when Gwen moaned and was momentarily surprised when the woman pressed her lips to hers, but she only hesitated for a second before accepting it, then welcoming Gwen into her mouth.

As their tongues explored, Gwen hurriedly undid the remaining buttons and shrugged off her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. Trish’s eyes moved to Gwen’s breasts and lingered there after the kiss ended. She admired them for a moment before gently fondling each magnificent breast.

“I want to taste them,” she said in a husky voice.

“Yes, sweet girl. I want you to, but first, I need to know that this is something you really want to do.”

She looked Gwen in the eyes while still thumbing the woman’s nipples. “I do, Gwen. Honest.”

“Good. But if you ever feel uncomfortable and want to stop, or I do something you don’t like, just say so. Okay?”

Trish nodded quickly, wishing they would get on with it. She knew Gwen would never do anything to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“Perfect, now let’s get your shirt off so I can see your pretty little boobs too.”

Trish didn’t hesitate and whipped off her top in one quick movement. All she wanted at that moment was to have a nipple in her mouth, and before the shirt had even hit the floor, Trish’s lips were eagerly pulling at the pink pebbled flesh of Gwen’s nipple. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations of texture and taste touch her tongue as she laved the erect peak.

Fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her closer, and a soft moan from above told her Gwen was enjoying this. Another hand caressed her back then moved over her ribs and onto her chest. It was Trish’s turn to breathe a muffled moan when Gwen’s fingers found a nipple and teased it. Trish moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking the nipples as she massaged each one. Her clit ached for attention and, as if sensing that need, Gwen’s hand moved down her belly, stopping at her waistband.

“Can I touch you?” Gwen asked, her voice laced with desire.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured around the soft flesh in her mouth.

Gwen made quick work of undoing Trish’s pants and a flash of pleasure shot through her body when the woman’s fingers found her pussy. Trish shuddered and her hips rolled on their own, pushing her sex against the hand moving in her pants.

Reluctantly, Trish released the nipple from her mouth and leaned back. She took a deep breath, needing oxygen, and trying to calm her rapid breathing. With Gwen’s fingers moving deftly inside her, she didn’t think she would last much longer.

“Trish, baby. You’re so wet.”

All Trish could do was nod her head and rock against Gwen’s fingers.

Gwen captured her mouth and kissed her for a long moment before asking, “Can I take you to my bed?”

Again, Trish just nodded, unable to form any words. She whimpered at the loss of contact when Gwen removed her hand and stood. With her legs feeling like rubber, she let Gwen lead her to the master bedroom.


Monica wrapped her arms around herself. Despite the sticky heat of the July evening, she couldn’t stop shivering. Once again, she placed an ear against the door leading from the garage to the house and listened for sounds from inside, and as with the last dozen times she did it, there was nothing.

She checked her watch. “It’s been thirty minutes,” she whispered to the empty garage. “It must be safe now.”

Taking a reassuring breath, Monica carefully opened the door. She paused and strained to hear. Everything was quiet. She stepped inside and closed the door just as quietly. Deliberately, she pulled off each sneaker and set it gingerly on the floor before moving deeper into the house.

Like a ninja, she moved stealthily down the hall toward the living room, pausing every few feet to listen for sounds of life. At the corner, she stopped and cautiously took a peek. Empty.

Coming out from cover, she stood in the familiar room and looked around. Two items of clothing immediately caught her eye: a woman’s blouse on the sofa and a girl’s tee-shirt on the floor. Monica felt a devilish grin creep up her face.

A sound from upstairs drew Monica’s attention. She inched her way to the bottom of the staircase and listened. Soon enough, muffled sounds reached her ears and her belly flip-flopped with excitement, imagining what was happening upstairs. Quietly, she padded up the stairs to the second floor, not wanting to give away her presence just yet. At the end of the hall, her mother’s bedroom door stood open and the soft light from the bedside lamp spilled into the darkened hallway. Monica slinked to the side of the door and peeking around its frame, a jolt of excitement flashed from her clit as she took in the scene before her.

On the bed, a naked Trish lay on her back, legs spread. Gwen was just as naked, her mouth and tongue eagerly exploring the young girl’s pussy. Monica had known all along that Mrs. Thomas hadn’t called looking for a babysitter because Mrs. Thomas didn’t exist. It had all been a scheme concocted by Monica and her mom after Trish’s confession that Stacey had nearly seduced her. Monica slipped her hand into her pants, finding her pussy wet and her clit throbbing. She wanted badly to join the two lovers on the bed, but she resisted the urge. She would watch and touch herself, for now, knowing she would be taking part soon enough.


Trish couldn’t think straight. Her mind and body were awash with a multitude of thoughts and feelings. She was having difficulty believing that this was really happening. The incredible sensations raking her body pulled primal sounds from her throat. Her hips rolled and pushed against Gwen’s mouth, bringing her closer to release. Gwen, her stepmom, was eating her pussy.

After the incident in the bathroom during her last visit, Trish had fantasized about touching and sucking on Gwen’s boobs. She had masturbated to many a wonderful orgasm during those fantasies. But now, being naked on Gwen’s bed with the older woman making love to her, was fucking unreal. Trish thrust her hips skyward and clutched a fistful of blanket as another wave of pleasure shot through her.

“You okay, baby?” Gwen paused only long enough to ask the question.

Only an unintelligible sound escaped her lips, so Trish nodded her approval. Gwen’s tongue was dancing from her entrance to her clit, never staying in one place long. The familiar pressure in her belly was now at its peak and the next flick of Gwen’s tongue over her clit was enough to release it.

Trish grabbed Gwen’s head, holding it in place, and pressed her clit hard against the woman’s mouth. The orgasm tore through her and she cried out. Lights flashed behind her eyes and a wonderful feeling of warmth enveloped her body like a blanket.

The sensation of lips on her nipple greeted her as the bliss she had just experienced faded away. Trish watched as Gwen teased her small breast with her tongue. When she sighed contentedly, Gwen kissed her.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. It was…wow,” Trish replied with a giggle.

“Is there room for one more?” a voice asked from across the room.

Trish jumped, snapping her gaze to the doorway, then to Gwen, then back to the doorway. Panic gripped her for only a moment as her brain registered what she was seeing. Monica was standing at the doorway, naked. Her clothes lay in a heap at her feet. She didn’t appear angry, upset, or aghast at seeing her mother and stepsister having sex. Instead, Monica smiled slyly at them as she slowly teased her pussy. Gwen didn’t appear phased at all by Monica’s presence. She, too, smiled as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world. That didn’t make any sense at all, unless…

“Of course, sweetheart. Come join us,” Gwen said patting the bed beside Trish.

Monica moved toward them and crawled onto the bed. She sat back on her heels and Trish stared wide-eyed as Monica kissed her mother. Not a typical mother-daughter kiss, but the much sexier kind that involved tongue. Trish had to shake her head, not believing what she was seeing. But that didn’t seem to matter to her libido, flaring up in response to the taboo scene happening right above her.

When the kiss ended the two of them smiled down at Trish. They both stretched out, one on either side of her. “I bet you’re full of questions. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Gwen asked, tracing a lazy finger around one of Trish’s erect nipples while Monica gently sucked the other.

“Um… yeah,” Trish replied shakily “I don’t understand. You two are acting like this is perfectly normal. Monica was standing in the doorway, naked and watching. She wasn’t mad or anything, then you two kissed. I mean really kissed.”

“That’s because it is normal… for us anyway,” Gwen said as she trailed a finger down to Trish’s thigh. “It has been since Monica was eight, almost nine really, during a snowstorm that knocked out the power for two days. I had Monica sleep in my bed to help stay warm at night, and… things happened.” Gwen slipped a finger between Trish’s folds and stroked her slowly. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Oh, my,” Trish gasped as pleasure flashed through her. Monica had been silent but busy. She had kissed her way down Trish’s body and was now poised between her legs, kissing and licking her entrance as Gwen’s fingers explored. “Does my dad know?” she asked in raspy breaths.

“Heavens no. And we must keep it that way. If you want to stop now, please say so. We won’t be mad.”

It was hard to organize your thoughts when your stepmom was playing with your clit and your stepsister was licking your pussy. That tell-tale feeling was already quickly building inside her and it wouldn’t take much more for another orgasm to hit her. Did she want to stop? Hell no! Sex with Monica was great, and she never wanted that to stop. All she had thought she wanted to do with Gwen was to feel her boobs on her lips and tongue… But now, she was going to do much more, she knew. She was going to have a threesome with Gwen. Trish shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.” Gwen captured Trish’s mouth, kissing her deeply as her fingers moved rapidly over the girl’s clit. Monica pushed two of her own digits deep inside Trish, pumping them as quickly as her mother’s fingers moved above.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Don’t stop,” Trish begged.

Neither mother nor daughter was about to stop, and she knew that. Trish bucked and moaned and gasped for breath. Exquisite pleasure coursed through her with each stroke and thrust. If she were to die right now, she would die happy. She didn’t want to come just yet, wishing the pleasure to go on forever, but she was simply overwhelmed, and her orgasm consumed her. Blinding white light filled her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure raced to every point of her being. She stiffened and cried out before going limp, her body nothing more than jelly.

When Trish opened her eyes, she saw Gwen sucking Monica’s fingers, the ones that had been inside her moments ago. Trish reached out and caressed her two partners’ backs, smiling at each of them. “Can I lick you now, Gwen?”

Gwen’s smile widened. “I would like that very much, sweetheart.” Gwen lay on her back as Trish rolled on top of her. She kissed Gwen, moving her tongue around the older woman’s mouth. Gwen groaned and her hands moved up and down Trish’s body, from her shoulders to her ass.

“Damn, you two look so hot,” Monica said hoarsely.

Trish glanced over at her stepsister without breaking the kiss. Monica was on her knees beside them. One hand playing with her boobs, while the other was between her legs, eagerly rubbing her pussy. Trish pulled back slightly and grinned at Gwen before planting little kisses on her lips. She moved to take a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking it for several moments. She loved the feel of the breast in her mouth but there was something else she wanted now.

Releasing the taut nipple, Trish pushed her stepmom’s thighs apart. Gwen was still as bald as she’d been when Trish had walked in on her in the bathroom that day. It turned Trish on seeing the hairless mound. Maybe it was because it reminded her of a young girl’s pussy.

As Trish placed a soft kiss on Gwen’s clit, Monica watched intently from where she knelt, fingering herself and fondling Gwen’s boob. Trish flicked her tongue over the engorged clit, causing Gwen to suck in a breath. She noticed that the woman’s scent was stronger than Monica’s, stronger than Gabby’s or Cindy’s, as well. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but rather an intoxicating one. Prompted by the scent, Trish pushed her tongue through the wetness of Gwen’s folds and over her entrance. Her juices were just as enticing as the smells and textures. Gwen groaned rolling her hips as her body quivered.

“Fuck, Monica!” Gwen panted. “You taught her well.”

The declaration filled Trish with a sense of pride, and she grinned against her stepmom’s pussy, determined to give Gwen an orgasm that was as good as the one she had given Trish. Hearing Monica moan, and feeling brave, she lifted her face for just a moment to speak. “Sit on your mom’s face.”

Monica didn’t hesitate and straddle Gwen’s head.

“No! Turn around. I want to see your face,” Trish ordered.

Monica complied and shifted her position to face her stepsister. Grinning, Trish returned to Gwen’s pussy, sucking the clit into her mouth. She kept an eye on Monica as best she could, thrilled by the expression of lustful need on Monica’s face as Gwen sucked on her daughter’s pussy.

Trish continued her eager exploration of Gwen, her tongue swirling and dipping through hot, juice-soaked flesh. She pushed two slender fingers into Gwen and to her surprise found there was room for one more. As she fucked her stepmom, Gwen rocked her hips, meeting each thrust.

Above her, Monica groaned loudly. Trish glanced up to see her stepsister riding her mother’s mouth in rhythm to Gwen’s movements around Trish’s fingers. Monica’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open. Shallow breaths came quickly.

The sight of Monica nearing orgasm and Gwen’s wet pussy and wild gyrations brought Trish’s excitement to the edge as well. Humping the blanket for relief proved insufficient, so she shoved a hand between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit. Continuing to fuck Gwen with the other hand while holding her mouth on the woman’s clit was becoming a chore, but as if on cue, both mother and daughter cried out as their respective orgasms consumed them. Trish, too, was quickly overtaken by her own climax a moment later. Not as powerful as her earlier ones, but it was quite pleasurable nonetheless.

Except for the rise and fall of their chests as they panted, the three of them remained still for a while. Monica had rolled off her mother and flopped onto the bed. Trish’s cheek rested on Gwen’s thigh, the woman’s musky scent strong in her nose. Someone moaned.

“Trish, baby. What did you do to me?” Gwen said with a contented sigh.

Trish giggled and opened her eyes. “I guess I did okay then?”

“Okay?” Gwen snorted. “You were more than okay. Come up here so I can kiss you. You too, Monica.”

Before she moved, she gave the glistening pussy in front of her a quick lick and giggled at Gwen’s surprised gasp. Trish crawled up and lay on her side beside Gwen, draping a leg over the older woman’s thigh.

Monica mirrored Trish’s position. “I told you that you were a natural at this, Trish.” Monica leaned over her mother and kissed Trish.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Still nice to hear, though.” Trish giggled again. The two girls then turned their attention to Gwen and licked clean the juices on her face.

The three kissed and snuggled. As Trish lay there, pressed tightly against Gwen, her mind was processing all the things that had happened this evening, such as how easily she had given herself to Gwen. Yes, she had wanted to touch and suck Gwen’s boobs, but going further than that hadn’t even crossed her mind. Then learning that Monica and Gwen were lovers and had been for a while. It shocked her at first, but she was okay with it. Hell, it was more than okay, it was a fucking turn-on. Her thoughts then wandered back to that morning in her bedroom, when her mother had confessed her attraction to young girls, to her. What would it be like to have sex with her own mother? Surely it would be just as wonderful as it had been with Gwen. She had to find out. The only problem was how to convince her mother that Trish wanted to, and that it was okay for her to want it, too.

Trish’s thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing her small breast. She opened her eyes to see Monica touching her. Gwen was busy too, with a hand between her daughter’s legs. Not wanting to be left out, not that she ever would be, Trish moved to kiss Gwen as she slid a hand between the woman’s thighs and pushed inside her.

Gwen groaned. “You’re a horny little nymph, aren’t you, Trish?”

Trish grinned slyly and nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“It’s going to be a long night,” Gwen said playfully before capturing Trish’s mouth with her own.

Onward to Chapter 6



Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 26, 2021 at 2:39 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The ground fell away as the Airbus climbed into the cloudless Ontario sky. Trish watched the CN Tower become smaller and vanish from sight as the plane banked and adjusted its course. She was in a good mood. Excited to be heading to Edmonton and four weeks of summer fun with Monica. She wondered how long she would have to wait after getting to her father’s house before she would be able to pull Monica’s clothes off her and fuck her silly.

The thought sent a tingle up her spine. She squeezed her thighs together, surprised at how quickly the thought had aroused her, especially since Cindy had given her the most wonderful orgasm only a few hours before.

When they had said good night to Stacey and gone to Trish’s room the night before, they didn’t sleep. They undressed each other and climbed into bed. They kissed and touched, caressed, and explored. They were gentle and took their time bringing each other to orgasm. Then, resting for but a moment, they began again, this time with more passion, fucking each other to more earth-moving climaxes. Though both the girls did their best to avoid making noise, Trish was sure her mother must have heard their muffled moans on several occasions.

The next morning, Trish was woken an hour before the alarm clock went off by a tongue on her nipple and a finger on her clit. She moaned softly, not opening her eyes, and wondered if there was any better way to start the day. Cindy’s mouth soon found her pussy, still tender from their lovemaking the night before, and quickly made her come.

Stacey gave them a knowing smirk when they walked into the kitchen an hour or so later. The blush Trish saw on Cindy’s face matched the heat she felt on her own. But Stacey never said anything about what she might have overheard the night before or earlier that morning, which Trish was thankful for. They chatted as they ate, Stacey rambling off a list of items and asking Trish if she had packed them, Trish replying yes mom to each and rolling her eyes.

One thing Trish had noticed that morning were the glances that had passed between Cindy and Stacey. She’d wondered if there was anything to them. Would either one try to act upon what they had shared in Trish’s bedroom a few days before?

The ding of the seatbelt sign being turned off drew Trish’s attention, and she breathed a happy sigh. She pulled her small carry-on bag from under the seat and retrieved her earphones. Plugging them into the jack on the armrest, she found a movie on the seatback display in front of her and settled back into her seat to enjoy the flight.


Once Trish’s plane was safely away, Stacey and Cindy headed for home. The 30-minute drive passed mostly in companionable silence. Stacey stole glances at Cindy. The smooth skin of her bare legs, the way her tight shorts were defining her crotch, her small breasts that pushed against the snug fabric of her tee-shirt. Stacey felt a nervous excitement pulling at her belly. She recognized the feeling, and it usually happened when she was about to get laid.

Stacey gave herself a mental shake. As cute and sexy as Cindy was, she wasn’t going to have sex with a 12-year-old. She thought back to the morning after Trish’s birthday, seeing Cindy lying naked on the bed and caressing her leg. She must have been out of her mind to do that, but the sight of the sexy young girl and the sounds she had heard Cindy and Trish making… Damn, it had been such a turn-on. Touching Cindy had made her so wet, and the bonus of accidentally brushing against her pussy and watching her come had been too much. When the girls had left the house, Stacey had dashed to her bedroom, spending a good hour there giving herself several powerful orgasms of her own.

Now off the highway, Stacey tried to keep her mind on her driving. Traveling the few blocks to Cindy’s street, she was about to make the turn, in a rush to drop Cindy off so she could get home and take care of the throbbing need between her legs.

Cindy spoke up. “We need to go to your place first. My overnight bag is still there.”

Stacey cursed to herself, took a breath, and drove past Cindy’s street. “Sure, not a problem,” she replied. It wasn’t, really. Cindy lived just a block away, so she could grab her bag and walk the short distance. Stacey could wait the extra couple of minutes to get herself off.

They pulled into the driveway a moment later. Stacey let them in, and Cindy kicked off her sneakers before heading upstairs to Trish’s room. Stacey went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and stood at the counter, sipping it. She thought about the tingle of excitement that she had felt when they left the airport, the cute girl who had sat beside her in the car, and just how wet her pussy was right now. Then another thought occurred to her; she was alone in the house with Cindy. No one else around. Did she dare try something? No! She couldn’t. Could she?

“Fuck me.” She drew out the words in a whispered voice. It had been many years since she’d had the taste of pre-teen pussy on her tongue. It would be so easy to let go of her common sense and give in to her lust for the sexy little redhead that was upstairs. She took another sip of wine. It seemed to be taking a long time for Cindy to retrieve her bag. She was about to call out, but Cindy beat her to it.

“Stacey, could you come here please?”

Stacey raised an eyebrow and set down her glass. What the hell? She climbed the stairs and entered Trish’s room. There was no one there. Cindy’s bag was sitting on the end of the bed, all zipped up and ready to go. “Where are you?” she called.

“In your room,” came the reply.

Why the hell would she be in there? Stacey turned and walked the few feet to her room. At the doorway, she froze, not believing what her eyes were seeing. Cindy was lying on her side on the bed, facing Stacey, propped up on one elbow. Her other hand rested on her thigh. Oh, and she was completely naked. She wore a smile and nothing else.

“Cindy. What are you…? This isn’t right. You need to get dressed,” she sputtered. Stacey was saying the words, but she didn’t feel that way. She looked up and down the pre-teen’s body as her heart pounded. Heat pooled in her abdomen and lower. A war was raging inside her now, one between her brain and her libido. Her brain was losing.

Cindy didn’t move. Instead, she let her hand travel up and down her side. Her fingertips caressed the naked skin. “Trish said you wanted to have sex with me.”

Her voice was soft and innocent, but alarmingly seductive. Stacey shuddered, trying hard to keep control. Jesus, this little girl knew how to push the right buttons. “If I was 12, yes. But this is different.” Stacey croaked; her mouth had gone dry.

Cindy slowly stood and moved toward her. She smiled sweetly, and Stacey’s resolve melted even faster. “Don’t you think I’m pretty? I think you are.”

“I do. Very pretty, but that’s not the…” She couldn’t finish. Cindy had moved in close, and she gently cupped Stacey’s breasts. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core, and a moan forced itself past her lips. “We can’t. Someone might find out.” Her voice was barely audible, and she wondered if Cindy had even heard her.

“No one is going to find out,” the girl said as if replying to a silly question from a child. “I’m not going to tell anyone. Are you?”

Stacey shook her head, instinctively. She looked down at Cindy’s hands and watched them unbutton her blouse, then pull it loose from her pants. Once free, Cindy pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall, then she quickly removed her bra. When Cindy took a nipple into her mouth, Stacey gasped, and any reservations she had disappeared. They had the house to themselves. No one was going to catch them. Yeah, she was going to have sex with this little minx, and she was going to enjoy it without worry. Regret may follow in the aftermath, but that was a thought for later. Right now, she was going to live out this fantasy.

While Cindy’s tongue played with her hardened nipple, her hands were making short work of Stacey’s pants, undoing the button, and pulling down the zipper. She pushed both pants and underwear over her hips until they fell on their own. Stacey followed when Cindy took her hands and walked backward toward the bed. When they fell upon it, Stacey found the young girl’s mouth with hers. They kissed. The first one tentative and unsure but quickly followed by a deeper, more passionate one. Their mouths moved, and lips parted. Tongues soon danced, and they moaned together. Fear still wrestled with Stacey, fear of getting found out, but she realized then that that fear, that sense of danger, made it all the more exciting.

She pulled back and looked down at Cindy. The girl’s eyes sparkled, and she wore a playful smirk. Stacey kissed a line down Cindy’s body. Over her jaw, down her neck, across the flawless skin of her collar bone. She kissed a nipple and played with it, using her tongue to draw wet, lazy circles around it. Cindy was breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling. Stacey didn’t want to wait any longer. There was something she had wanted, she realized, something she had wanted ever since that morning encounter in Trish’s room. She continued her downward trek, forcing herself to move slowly, planting fiery kisses from Cindy’s sternum to her belly button, then to her mons.

Adjusting her position on the bed, she pushed Cindy’s legs apart. There it was, only inches from her face. Smooth, nearly hairless. Shades of pink and red from arousal. Juices glistened, and Stacey breathed in the scent of the pre-teen sex. She moved closer, kissing Cindy’s inner thighs. Soft and slow. The girl shuddered, and a moan escaped from above. Stacey smiled and placed a sweet kiss on her clit, holding her mouth there. Cindy jerked slightly and whimpered.

This is heaven, Stacey thought. She moved her tongue, chasing the small bud with tiny circles. The girl jumped at the contact. Her hips pushed upward, looking for more. Stacey put a hand on Cindy’s belly, holding her steady. With the other, she found Cindy’s entrance and pushed a finger in.

Stacey had expected resistance there, but if Cindy had had a hymen, it was gone. She pushed in all the way, and Cindy arched again, crying out.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yes,” Cindy replied with a ragged breath. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Stacey returned to the girl’s clit and sucked on it as she slowly fingered her pussy. She let her tongue travel down through the slick folds and back again. God, she tasted so good. Stacey feasted on the pussy and noted the tightness as her finger moved rhythmically inside the young girl. As Cindy writhed beneath her, she had a quick flash of Trish lying naked before her. What would she taste like? Would she be as sweet as Cindy? Would she be able to have sex with her daughter as easily as this? Before she could analyze these thoughts, Cindy stiffened.

“Yes! Yes! Fuuuuck!” she cried out.

Stacey stayed with her, gently licking her, slowing the movement of her finger when Cindy’s muscles clamped around it. When Cindy stopped twitching from the aftershocks, Stacey withdrew her finger and moved up beside her.

Cindy groaned softly. “Oh, wow. That was awesome.” She turned her head to look at Stacey.

Stacey couldn’t help but smile back at the huge grin on the girl’s face. She stroked Cindy’s cheek and pushed the hair from her eyes. “I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for letting me do that.”

“I should be thanking you,” Cindy said with a giggle, then she rolled onto her side and kissed Stacey.

Pulling Cindy in close, Stacey quickly drew her into a deeper kiss. Her hand caressed down the girl’s back, resting on the smooth rise of her ass. She felt Cindy’s hand then, moving between them. She sucked a breath when the girl’s hand found her pussy and explored her folds.

“Umm,” Cindy hummed against her mouth. “You’re soaked.” She pulled back and looked into Stacey’s eyes. “Do you want me to eat you?”

Stacey blinked, and she searched the girl’s face. Was she serious? Of course, Stacey wanted nothing more than to get eaten by this sweet young thing, but was Cindy asking because she wanted to, or did she think she had to? Stacey smiled and gave the ass cheek in her hand a squeeze.

“I do,” she said, “but only if you want to. I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Cindy grinned happily and moved to kneel by Stacey’s calves. “Oh, I do!” There was excitement in her voice, and she licked her lips as she pushed at Stacey’s legs to spread them.

Stacey’s excitement was building sharply, too. Her nerves had already been on fire, but seeing the enthusiasm from this child made her already-wet pussy throb in anticipation. Stacey rolled onto her back and eagerly spread her legs. She was glad she’d taken the time to tidy up her pubic area during her bath the night before.

She watched as Cindy knelt there, staring at her slit as if admiring a piece of art. God, she really needed Cindy to touch her now, though, to do something to quell her need. Stacey’s hips rolled on their own, hoping to entice Cindy forward. It must have worked, because Cindy shuffled closer and placed a finger on Stacey’s clit.

As a loud groan escaped her lips, Stacey pushed her hips up again, a flash of pleasure racing through her. Cindy giggled and played with her clit some more. She ran her finger up and down her folds again and again before pushing two fingers into her entrance.

“That’s it, Cindy. Don’t stop,” Stacey panted.

Cindy continued to pump her fingers into her wetness, and when she moved in and took Stacey’s clit into her mouth, Stacey thought for sure she was going to come right then. She balled up the sheets in her fists and forced herself to hold off. She wanted to enjoy as much of Cindy’s mouth on her slit as she could. The girl’s tongue moved in circles and swipes, around her clit, over it, through her folds… all over her pussy, driving her crazy.

Stacey was finding it harder and harder to delay the inevitable. She was breathing hard as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. When she could no longer stand the torment, she placed a hand on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her mouth on her clit, and let it happen.

Her world exploded. Bright lights erupted behind her eyes, and intense pleasure she had not felt in a long time shot through her body. Stacey stiffened, her hips raised off the bed, and she cried out. The second orgasm followed at once, not as intense as the first but just as pleasurable. Cindy was still licking, and she had to push the girl away, not sure she could stand a third orgasm.

“Holy crap, Cindy,” Stacey said when she was finally able to speak again. Cindy had moved beside her and lay with her head on Stacey’s shoulder.

“Did I do good?” Cindy asked softly.

“Good? You were fucking amazing!” Stacey replied, and Cindy giggled.

“Thanks. Do you think we could do this again sometime?” There was a shyness in the way Cindy asked the question, and it made Stacey tingle. That shyness reminded her that she was living out a fantasy, an exciting yet dangerous fantasy.

She pulled Cindy in close and kissed her. “I would like that,” she whispered.

“Me too.”

They lay still, resting for a while longer. Thoughts of their lovemaking played in Stacey’s mind. She thought about Trish and wondered what would happen when she got home in a month. This thing with Cindy would have to stop. Unless, somehow, she could involve Trish. No! No! That couldn’t happen. But Trish had wanted to be touched by her that morning. Stacey’s head was swimming with wild thoughts of Trish and Cindy and herself, their bodies tangled together. Stacey pushed the idea aside as the touch of Cindy’s hand on her breast brought her back. Passions reigniting, they enjoyed each other’s kisses and caresses, coming once more before Cindy needed to get home.


Trish dropped her suitcase and fell face-first onto the bed in Monica’s room. “Why do plane flights feel so long?” she moaned into the pillow. Trish heard Monica giggle as the bed sagged a little more on either side of her. She felt rather than saw her stepsister straddle her hips and rest her butt on Trish’s and then knead her shoulders. Trish moaned again, this time from the pleasure that instantly coursed through her from the long-missed touch. Man, it felt good to feel Monica’s hands on her body again.

After a few moments, Monica’s hands moved down her back then up her ribs to her shoulders again. Little tingles flashed over her skin as Monica’s fingers brushed against the sides of her small breasts. Trish tried to twist her body, and Monica lifted her butt a bit to let her roll onto her back.

Trish smiled up at her stepsister.“I’ve missed you,” she said softly.

Monica grinned and caressed Trish’s shoulders. “I’ve missed you too.”

Trish giggled at the momentary look of surprise on Monica’s face when her hands found breasts that were noticeably larger than the last time Trish had been here. “I told you they would get bigger.” Monica gave her a wink, then uncoiled her body and lay flat on top of Trish.

Someone must have cranked up the heat in the room because Trish was on fire. Monica’s hand was fondling her breast through the thin tee-shirt, and her mouth fused with Trish’s. As they kissed, they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. God, this felt good. Her breathing was growing ragged, and Monica was rolling her hips now, causing their pussies to rub together in a most enjoyable way, even through their shorts. She could feel the pressure building low in her belly.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Trish said between breaths.

Monica didn’t stop but instead increased her tempo. Trish groaned again. She wrapped her arms around Monica and held on, matching her thrusts, grinding their pussies together. The incredible sex she’d had with Cindy that morning all but faded from her memory. Sex with Monica, even if it was quick and dirty while still fully clothed, felt so much better and so right.

A scorching kiss came just in time to muffle the cry that tried to escape as her orgasm consumed her. Every nerve was on fire, and the pleasure was further enhanced as Monica pushed against her pussy several more times before her own orgasm hit.

They lay in a heap, panting and sharing soft kisses. They didn’t move and didn’t speak for the longest while. Finally, Monica slid to the side so that she had just an arm and leg draped over Trish.

“Wow,” Trish giggled. “That was wild.”

“What can I say? I missed you.” Monica beamed. “Just wait until tonight, and I have you naked.”

Trish felt her pussy clench at the suggestion. She wasn’t sure if she could wait that long. “Yeah?”

“I’m dying to see those boobs of yours.” Monica put her hand on one and thumbed the nipple through the shirt.

“Umm,” Trish purred approvingly at the sensation. “Is that all you want to do? Just look?”

Monica opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of a knock interrupted her. The girls sat up as the door opened. Gwen stood in the doorway and looked at them for a moment as a small smirk appeared on her lips.

“If you two have finished saying hello. You can wash up for supper.” She winked, then turned and left the room.

Trish felt the heat of a blush crawling up her face, but she giggled along with Monica. She wondered if Gwen would want a repeat of what had happened in the bathroom during spring break, or maybe go even further this time. The idea excited her, and as she and Monica made their way to the bathroom to wash and then went downstairs, she let the idea of some sort of sexual experience with Gwen play at the back of her mind.

Walking into the dining room, the girls inhaled the pleasant aroma of spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. Trish eyed the plates of pasta that Gwen set down, one at her usual spot, the other at Monica’s.

“There’s plenty more if you girls want seconds. But save room for dessert, I made lemon meringue pie,” Gwen said and turned to get two more plates of spaghetti from the kitchen.

“Yum!” Trish exclaimed. “I love lemon meringue.”

“Me too,” Jason said as he joined the girls at the table, tousling Trish’s hair as he passed. “Hungry, Pumpkin?”

Trish nodded. “Starved. I had a sandwich on the plane, but it wasn’t enough.” She sat, and when Gwen joined them, placing a large basket of garlic bread on the table, she dug in.

“I bet you’re happy that school’s out for the year,” Jason said after they had all eaten a few forkfuls and complimented Gwen on how good it tasted.

“Yeah. It’s nice not having to get up so early,” Trish replied with a giggle.

“I agree,” Monica said.

Jason laughed and plucked a slice of garlic bread from the basket. “I’m sorry I won’t be able to do much with you before you two head off to camp, but I’m working nights for the next little while.”

“That’s okay, Dad. I understand,” she said and took a drink from her glass. “You’ll be back on day shift after camp, though, right?”

“Should be, sweetheart.”

Trish had never been to a summer camp before, and she was excited at the idea. Monica had called her not long after Trish had returned home after spring break, asking if she would want to go while she was visiting in July. She had said yes at once when she learned it was an all-girl camp on a lake, and that Gabby and her cousin would be going as well.

When they had finished their supper, Gwen served everyone a piece of the pie. Trish regretted eating that third slice of bread now, but there was no way she was going to refuse this dessert. With her belly filled, Trish joined Monica on the sofa, and the four of them chatted and played card games for the rest of the evening. Trish was anxious to get upstairs and finally be alone with Monica, but she was also glad the delay gave her time to digest her supper.

It was past 10 when Monica closed the bedroom door. She turned and gave Trish a naughty smile that made her heart race. She met Monica in the middle of the room, and they wrapped their arms around each other’s waist. Trish gazed into her stepsister’s eyes for just a moment, not saying a word. She didn’t need to, as Monica’s eyes reflected exactly what Trish was feeling. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in and kissed her.

Monica moaned softly as the kiss deepened in a hurry. Their hands roamed, and tongues explored. Trish found the hem of Monica’s shirt and slipped her hands underneath, stroking the hot skin beneath. They kissed hungrily, the bodies pressed together, and Trish groaned with pleasure as her sex ground against Monica’s thigh. It wouldn’t take much to get her off like this, but they’d already had one orgasm while dressed today, and that’s not what she wanted now.

Trish broke the kiss and stepped back, yanking her tee-shirt over her head. “Let’s get naked,” she said, her voice husky. Monica grinned and followed her lead. Shirts, pants, and underwear soon lay discarded on the floor. Monica’s gaze fell to Trish’s small breasts, and she cupped them as she moved closer.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered. “They’re so cute, so soft.”

Trish breathed a sharp gasp when Monica lowered her head and took one hardened nipple into her mouth. She sucked for a second, and Trish felt tingles of pleasure shoot straight to her clit. Her stepsister’s tongue explored the areola, swirling in small circles over the pebbled flesh. Monica moved to the other nipple and repeated the action before straightening and kissing Trish.

“They’re wonderful. Now, I want to taste you,” Monica said, guiding her towards the bed.

At Monica’s words, Trish felt the juices flow between her legs. She fell back on the bed with Monica on top of her. Monica kissed her again, nipping at her lip before moving downward. She moved along her jaw, down her neck, and between her boobs, placing open-mouthed kisses as she went.

Trish was on fire. Her hips moved up on their own as Monica moved lower. She gripped Monica’s hair in one hand when her stepsister’s mouth found her clit. “Oh, God, yeah,” she moaned softly. She felt the smile against her pussy, and then the tongue. She bucked as Monica licked up and down her slit, moving quickly and pressing hard against her soaked center. Trish was panting, biting her lip to keep from calling out. She gripped the blanket tight and forced her hips up once again when Monica sucked on her throbbing clit. As the pressure built low in her abdomen, Trish didn’t think she could hold out much longer.

She whimpered at the sudden loss of contact when Monica pulled away. Her momentary disappointment turned to surprise as Monica roughly pushed Trish’s knees to her ears.

“Hold your legs up,” Monica commanded.

Trish obeyed without question, and Monica took her place on the floor once more. Trish felt exposed and excited, lying on her back with her legs drawn up this way. She wondered what Monica had in store for her.

In less than a heartbeat, she had her answer. One finger, then two, pushed into her opening and twisted around inside. Trish grunted with each thrust, then she whimpered again, this time at the sensation of Monica’s tongue on her pucker. Jesus, she felt dirty but also so very fucking aroused.

“Oh, fuck!” She gasped as Monica pushed a goo-covered finger into her ass. Her body began to tremble. Never had anyone stuck anything up her bum. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as Monica worked her finger in and her muscles relaxed, it became very pleasurable. Fingering Trish’s tight asshole, Monica tongued her entrance. It took but a second for the sensations from Monica’s finger and tongue to push Trish over the edge. She let her legs fall over Monica’s shoulders as her body stiffened and shook. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as Monica continued to move inside her. Then the movements slowed and Trish relaxed, settling onto the bed. Her stepsister gently withdrew and lay beside her.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Trish whispered, turning her head to face Monica. Monica’s eyes sparkled, and Trish could see the desire in them. Monica kissed her softly as she played with Trish’s nipple, tracing circles around it.

“You’ve missed me or missed the sex?” Monica asked playfully.

Trish poked Monica in the ribs. “Both.” She rolled over and lay on top of Monica and Monica spread her legs, their wetness pressing together. God, it felt so good to feel Monica’s body against hers. Trish groaned as Monica’s hands found her ass and pulled them together, lifting her pelvis and grinding into Trish’s sex. She had missed Monica, and not just for the sex, though that was awesome, too.

“Maybe you need to get a girlfriend to play with between visits,” Monica said.

Trish pushed away and slid down Monica’s body. “Maybe I have,” she said and took a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh? Who?” Monica panted.

Trish kissed her way down to Monica’s hips. “Cindy,” she said, “but I don’t want to talk about her right now. There’s something else I’d rather be doing with my mouth.” She grinned up at her stepsister then took Monica’s clit into her mouth.

On to Chapter 5!