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Learning Phase, Chapter 2

  • Posted on January 9, 2021 at 3:13 pm

By Nuit du Loup

Three days later, Isana was once again back at Claire’s hotel.  This time she was in one of the private dining rooms that Claire rarely ever used. It was a remnant from over a century ago when the Hotel had been a very busy place and traveling businessmen would meet here.

The floor was made of a highly polished, golden-colored hardwood and the table running down the middle of the rectangular chamber would have cost more than some cars way back when it was made. A crimson tablecloth added to the richness of the décor as did the elaborate light fixture on the ceiling. It was a complicated weaving of glass that filled the room with warm light.

“Will you quit fidgeting all about?” Claire chastened Isana in a huff as she ran a fine brush through her fine white hair. “If you don’t I’ll have to do this!”

Isana felt one of Claire’s fingers scratch teasingly behind her right cat ear in a certain place and an involuntary shudder went up Isana’s spine. She arched her back in response and a surprised hiss escaped her mouth. Claire continued to rub the sensitive spot and it rendered Isana useless.

“Mom! Stop that!” Emi cried. She was kneeling behind the chair in which Isana was sitting. She had volunteered to brush out her tail so the white fur looked fluffy. Claire’s actions were making her tail whip around uncontrollably into the girl’s face. “I can’t work like this!”

“I will if Isana is going to stop being a baby,” Claire said primly, looking into her hazel eyes with intelligent brown ones. “She was the one who asked us to do this.”

“O-okay,” Isana gasped out. “Just stop doing that!”

“Good,” Claire responded with satisfaction and withdrew the finger. “You really shouldn’t have told me about that spot.”

“I regret it all the time,” Isana replied, gasping for breath.  That spot by her ears was extremely stimulating and her entire body was flushed. The brushing resumed from both of her friends and she tried to calm her nerves.

In just moments she would be meeting the three girls that she’d be taking in and it was driving her nuts. She’d arrived at the hotel in a near panic and it had taken nearly an hour for Claire to calm her down enough to put on the nice, patterned, dark-purple skirt she’d brought and the matching black spaghetti-strap top. Then she’d realized that her hair and tail were a complete mess.

“What are you so worried about?” Emi asked, holding her tail still and brushing it out some more in long, soothing strokes. “I think it’ll be fun to have more girls around here.”

“You just see possible new playmates,” Claire smiled. “Isana’s going to be responsible for feeding them, clothing them, teaching them—”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough of that!” Isana huffed, ending the list. “I just want to make a good first impression.”

“I see,” Claire said, setting the brush aside.

“Am I done?” Isana asked.

“You look perfectly fine,” Claire assured her, still sounding amused. “Emi, why don’t you go out and wait in the lobby now. It’s just about time for them to arrive.”

“Okay!” Emi popped up to her feet and bounded out of the room, radiating excitement with every fiber of her body.

“Maybe Emi should adopt them instead of me?” Isana said, smirking at her older friend.

“She’d love that,” Claire chuckled. “But give her a couple of days and they’d be helping her clean and cook.”

“If they are even old enough for that,” Isana sighed. “I can’t believe I forgot to ask how old they were.”

“Well, we’ll be finding out very soon,” Claire responded, looking over the set places at the table with a professional’s meticulousness.

The wait wasn’t very long. Even though Isana could swear several hours passed by, Claire insisted later that it was only fifteen minutes. The arrival of the group from Arbor was announced by only a single knock of warning on the door. Then the door swung open and Emi held it open with a welcoming gesture. When no one followed her, Emi looked back into the empty doorway in confusion. Emi, Isana and Claire all frowned, but before anyone could move and inquire as to what was going on, a soft voice hissed, “Just go!” and a short, young girl stumbled into view, obviously recovering from an unexpected shove.

The very pretty young girl looked to be somewhere around eleven or twelve and was only a couple inches shorter than Isana herself.  She wore a dark pair of jeans, a pink long-sleeved shirt and a navy vest that buttoned up the front. When she recovered her balance, dark, almond-shaped eyes swept the room nervously and small hands clasped into fists of fear. Isana’s eyes widened a little as she took this beautiful girl in and she noticed a naturally tan complexion, small facial features and long, silky black hair.  But what stood out most were the two thin, six inch long and pointed ears that twitched and quivered from the girl’s obviously strained emotions. She was so adorably cute that Isana felt an odd flutter inside her heart.

“Say something, dummy!” said the soft hiss again. The visible girl paled a little, but her eyes finally locked onto Isana’s face and it became clear her own description had been given. The girl stared at her for a long couple of seconds and Isana felt her own fears vanish entirely.

“Hello,” Isana said with a warm smile of friendly greeting. How on earth could she be nervous when this young lady looked terrified? “I’m Isana. Did Rebecca and Maya tell you about me?”

The girl nodded, easing up a bit. Her expressive ears lifted up as some of the fear went away. “I’m Sora,” the girl said in a soft, sweet voice.

“Well, Sora,” Isana replied, savoring the name. “I was told that they weren’t going to be giving you any food so that you’d be hungry when you got here. Would you and your friends like to come in and eat with me so we can get to know each other? I promise that I’m not scary or mean at all.”

“She’s really nice,” Emi said, adding her two cents. The girl glanced at Emi and then slowly walked into the room. Isana stood and they met halfway into the room. She reached out a hand and Sora took it with a growing smile that really lit up her face. As Isana led the no longer nervous girl to the dinner table, Isana addressed the two that were still hiding behind the doorway.

“Would the two of you like to eat as well?”

“Is she nice?” asked a calm female voice. It wasn’t the same one that had been whispering earlier.

“I think so,” Sora answered, now looking at Isana very curiously. She seemed especially interested in her cat ears. Smiling wide in amusement, Isana ducked her head toward the girl and was rewarded with a short giggle of delight as the girl reached out a hand and softly touched those ears. “They’re so soft and furry!”

“Glad you like ’em,” Isana grinned. Then she gave the girl a conspiratorial wink, “Looks like it’s just going to be you, me, and my friends eating.”

“What?” The squawk was followed by the head of another young girl as she peeked into the room and saw Sora at ease, happily stroking Isana’s fur covered ears. This girl had very dark, almost wine-colored red hair and a darkly tan complexion. A smooth, white horn came out from the very top center of her forehead and then curled up along the scalp only to curl back upwards at the tip. Her eyes were also a fierce red in color and had a more angular shape. Her nose was small and very slim and her lips were opened in surprise.

The rest of the girl followed after a moment and Isana saw she had to be a year or two older than Sora. She was dressed in a short, black skirt that was deliberately tattered and a black long-sleeved shirt that curved over the small buds of breasts. There were odd speckles on her skin in places. The new girl watched for a second and then the third and final girl stepped into the open.

“See, Karin?” the third girl said to the second in a tone that suggested a tried patience. “There was nothing to worry about.”

The third girl was obviously the oldest or most mature of the three by a tiny bit from her attitude. She stood a couple inches taller than Isana would, an easy feat, and her face looked like she was a bit miffed at the second girl, Karin. She had long, curly, cinnamon-brown hair that fell to her thin waist. Her movements were much more sure and graceful than the other two and her green eyes were extremely intelligent ones. She wore a thigh length skirt of dark blue and a very tasteful green halter top. Isana felt a moment of amusement when she saw that this young lady’s breasts were already a tiny bit bigger than own small endowment. Isana regarded these two calmly and she realized that all three girls were very pretty.

“So, your name is Karin?” Isana asked the second girl.

“Ah-huh,” the girl answered with an urchin grin. “Nice to meet yah!”

“I guess that leaves me,” girl number three laughed. “Sorry about Karin, she insisted on checking you out first. I’m Ayaka.”

“It’s alright,” Isana said with an easy shrug. “Nice you meet you too, Karin and Ayaka. But why did you send poor Sora in first?”

“Because she’s so cute and adorable!” Karin laughed, “and she’s really shy so if she trusted you, so could I.”

“And you?” Isana asked the oldest girl.

“I wanted to come in right off,” Ayaka answered easily. “I had to humor Karin though so I hung back. But Sora seems remarkably taken with you already.”

Sora just smiled and pulled her hand back to lay it on Isana’s arm. “She’s nice,” the girl said as if that answered everything.

“So we see,” Ayaka replied with a sisterly smile in return. “But you mentioned food?”

“I did,” Isana confirmed and glanced towards Claire, who had retreated to lean against the far wall with Emi to watch. “This is Claire, a very good friend of mine and the owner of this hotel. Emi there is her daughter.”

“We met at the door,” Karin nodded, walking over and seating herself next to Sora with a playful flounce. Ayaka snorted in amusement and calmly sat on Isana’s other side. Now that she was closer, she could see the flecks on Karin’s skin looked a bit like scales.

“Well, Claire and Emi have prepared a very nice dinner for us,” Isana told them. “Where are Rebecca and Maya?”

“They handed us off to Emi and told us to enjoy ourselves with you,” Ayaka replied with an amused roll of her eyes. “It is nice to meet you, Claire, thanks a lot for the dinner.”

“No problem at all,” Claire grinned back. “I’m just happy you girls are going to take care of my friend from now on. I’ll go grab the grub and be right back. Come on, Emi.” She and her daughter slipped from the room and Isana regarded her new charges.

“Are you really a witch?” Karin asked after a moment. She was looking around Sora at her inquisitively. She definitely had a mischievous demeanor.

“Yeah!” Sora said, perking up considerably to match Karin’s expression. “Are you really gonna teach us magic?”

In answer to Karin’s question Isana flicked a finger towards a glass of water in front of her place at the table and the liquid inside exploded up into the air. As the girls gasped in surprise, all the water shifted and in the next instant a veritable hoard of ice crystal butterflies were flapping around the room in a loose cloud. Her audience gaped at them.

“They’re so pretty,” Sora said in visible wonderment. “Will I be able to do that?”

“I have no idea,” Isana shrugged, answering honestly. “Like all other things, some people have specific skills when it comes to magic and some are good with a lot of things. But I’ll teach you all, everything I can. Are you a witch, Sora?”

“You bet she is,” Karin snorted, and gave Sora a quick smile to show she didn’t mean it in an insulting way. “Last week we were all woken up in the middle of the night because she started screaming in a panic. Somehow there was a tiny rainstorm going on in her room. There were clouds and lighting and everything! It lasted for almost twenty minutes before it went away.”

Sora flushed with embarrassment, her ears drooping, and Isana chuckled. When the girl cringed at her laugh, Isana reached out a reassuring hand and stroked the top length of Sora’s left ear affectionately. Sora blinked in surprise at the gesture and then leaned in close for another. Isana smiled as she obliged and addressed all of the girls as she gave the ear a few more strokes.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed around me. I can guarantee that I’ve probably done something just as bad or worse in my past, so any problem you girls cause won’t be that big a deal to me. You will cause problems because magic is funny that way, but I won’t insult or mock you when it happens. For example, I can top Sora’s little rainstorm. I once caused every toilet and sink in a small office building to overflow at the same time.”

“Even ones people were sitting on?” Karin asked, breaking out into laughter.

“Every single one,” Isana confirmed with a grin. “Including the one I was sitting on at the time.” Even Ayaka burst into giggles at this and a visibly amused Sora was leaning in close enough now that Isana put an arm around her in hug. “So, other than Sora, who is the other witch?”

“That would be me,” Karin said, reigning in her giggles. When she leaned forward Isana noticed something odd lying against the back of her shirt. Karin saw her gaze and after visibly thinking it over, she raised a pair of small, bat-like wings outward from her back. “Are they weird?” she asked tentatively.

“No more than the fact I have a tail and cat ears,” Isana assured her. “I still think you’re incredibly pretty. Can I ask what you are?”

Karin beamed at the compliment and shrugged, “I was told that I have dragon blood in me. I don’t know what that really means entirely, but it’s why I have these wings and the horn.”

“And she breathes fire,” Ayaka said, smirking at the younger girl. “I noticed you left that bit out.”

“Spoilsport,” Karin grumped with a smile, and then stuck out a very long tongue at her. When Isana raised an eyebrow at her, Karin pursed her lips and a tiny flame licked out into the air.

“So what about you?” Isana asked Ayaka.

“I’m not a witch at all,” the oldest girl replied pleasantly with no hint of jealousy of the other two. “But what I am is an Okami.”

“Okami?” Isana said. She’d heard that term somewhere.

“A wolf-kin land deity,” Ayaka answered helpfully. “That doesn’t mean I’m a goddess or anything that impressive, but I can shapeshift and a few other things. The deity part originates from the fact that my power comes from the nature energy in the land around me. In Arbor I could hardly do anything because of the city.”

“Isana!” they all turned at the exasperated moan and saw Claire pushing in a trolley cart laden with food. Emi followed in behind her with another one and they did so while walking through the ice butterflies. “How can I see what I’m doing with these things all over the place?”

“Sorry,” Isana chuckled. “I was just giving the girls a brief demo.”

She waved her left hand and all the butterflies melted into water and then streamed through the air and back into her glass. She smiled at the looks of disappointment on every face except Claire’s. She was becoming a bad influence around here.

Claire and Emi brought the carts to the end of the long table and began setting out plates in front of everyone already seated and also at their own places on the other side. Tonight they were having chicken cacciatore and it smelled absolutely divine. The girls apparently agreed because all their faces lit up when the food was laid out and the smell of the pasta and sauce wafted up. This was one of Isana’s favorites. Next to come were big bowls of buttery breadsticks and smaller ones of salad. Lastly, Emi poured some fresh lemonade for everyone and then both she and her mother took their seats.

“It smells great,” Isana said to Emi, since she knew who had probably made the main dish.

“It should,” Claire snorted as Emi blushed. “Once she knew it was your favorite, she made damn sure she could make it perfectly. We were eating the leftovers for a week. Go ahead and dig in, girls!”

Not needing any more encouragement than that, everyone gleefully reached for their silverware. Since there was a momentary pause in the conversation, Isana looked over the girls again and thought that maybe it really would be nice having them around. They had such diverse personalities that she didn’t doubt that things would be interesting and in just meeting them she felt a warm glow.

“This is really good!” Sora said, smiling at Emi. “Did you really make it?”

“Yep!” Emi nodded in a proud affirmative. “I always make the food whenever Isana eats here. My mom has been teaching me everything she knows.”

“Are you guys family?” Karin asked, stabbing a hunk of salad and popping it into her mouth.

“No,” Claire said with an amused smiled. “But Isana may as well be. She and I have been friends for over two decades and she was there at the hospital when Emi was born, so she’s known my daughter literally since birth. She’s like the crazy aunt or something like that.”

“You don’t seem that crazy,” Ayaka said, laughing and looking amusedly at Isana.

“I dunno, she might be right,” Isana smirked playfully. “In fact, just the other day I fought a giant chicken all by myself.”

“A giant chicken?” Karin asked with interest.

“Yeah, a giant chicken that breathed fire and had talons that could tear up concrete,” Isana grinned back at the girl.

“It’s her job,” Claire interjected, deflating Isana’s boasting.

“Your job is to fight giant chickens?” Karin asked disbelievingly.

“Not quite,” Isana laughed. “When the town has a magic related problem and they can’t solve it themselves or they want a magical working, they give me a call and I get paid to fix things. It just happened to be a giant chicken this week. Since I’m just about the only magic user around, I get all sorts of different requests.”

Isana reached for her napkin to wipe some excess butter off her fingers and her arm brushed against Sora’s. It was then she noticed that the girl had moved her chair very close without Isana noticing and the contact sent warmth flooding through her. Sora smiled pleasantly at her at the touch and Isana had to once again remark mentally that Sora was a very good looking young girl. Feeling a need to distract her thoughts from that track, Isana was thankful when Ayaka asked a new question.

“Do you live close by here?”

“No, not really close at all,” Isana answered quickly. “I live about ten miles outside of town in the middle of the deep forest.”

“All by yourself?” Sora asked.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t that bad,” Isana assured her. “Now you girls will be around to keep me company.”

“Her house is huge!” Emi added.

“Cool,” Karin smiled. “But what…”

***

The rest of the dinner passed good naturedly and Isana was more than a little pleased that Ayaka, Karin and Sora were relaxed about being with her. She had worried that they might resent her for pulling them away from the home they had known, but it seemed the exact opposite was true. They seemed very pleased that they would finally have a house and a home that was truly theirs and not a communal place. They also seemed exceedingly happy with the fact that the four of them would essentially be a family from now on.

The only thing that gave her pause was the odd quaver she felt whenever she looked at Sora. The girl seemed to be becoming much attached to her and a certain something inside her was very happy with that. It had been years since she had last had a lover, but she recognized the signs of physical attraction when either of them looked at the other. That could make things weird soon, but she hoped she could explain things clearly to all the girls before anything happened and something would. Sora’s magic was awakening much to strongly for them to resist the desire for very long, even if Sora didn’t yet realize what it was she was feeling.

Eventually all stomachs were full of good food, and it was time for Isana to take the girls to their new home. Claire and Emi escorted them to the lobby where the girls’ bags were waiting, and Isana could see that Emi was sad to see her new friends leaving already. Claire’s daughter, despite being younger than all three of the others, had been a hit. So as they walked out of the hotel’s doors it was with exchanged promises to see the others again. When the door shut, it was just Isana and her three new charges standing out in the late evening sun.

“Well,” Isana said with a content smile as a soothingly warm breeze sighed through the air. “You girls ready to see your new home?”

“Of course we are,” Ayaka laughed brightly, speaking for the others from their similar expressions. “How are we getting out there?”

“In that!” Isana grinned proudly, pointing at the red behemoth truck she drove. It was one of the few powered vehicles in the small lot. Around back would be the stable for those that rode in on horses and a storage space for bikes. “That monster is mine.”

All three girls looked at the huge vehicle and Karin seemed to try and fit them together in her head.

“That is yours?” Karin asked in amazement. “You could pitch a tent and live in the bed of that thing!”

“It is just a tad large,” Ayaka added diplomatically, but she actually seemed a little impressed.

“I like it,” Sora said last. She frowned at the looks from the other girls and felt a need to defend her opinion. “It’s cool looking.”

“Thank you Sora. I’m glad somebody likes it,” Isana said with a rueful smirk. “Now come on. Time’s wasting away.”

She led them over to the truck and unlocked the passenger side first with a simple wave of her hand. In a move that apparently surprised the other two girls, Sora quickly moved forward to claim the front passenger seat. Karin and Ayaka obliged their youngest sister and even helped her climb up into the seat. Karin climbed in behind Sora in the backseat of the cab and Ayaka followed Isana around to the other side and helped load all the bags into the truck bed. Once they were all aboard, Isana made them all buckle their seatbelts before tapping a small copper plate near the steering column.

The magical engine revved up with a deep, powerful hum and Isana saw her passengers exchange doubtful looks. Isana just smiled, backed her truck out of the parking space and drove out onto Main Street. Isana stayed silent as she drove because the girls were far too interested in their new surrounding for her to interrupt them. Occasionally one would point out something particularly interesting and then the others would quickly turn to marvel as well. It was terribly cute.

When they hit the guard station they were quickly passed through the checkpoint since they were leaving, not entering. Then Isana really put the truck into gear and allowed the powerful engine she and a real mechanic had put together to show its stuff. Surprised gasps came from the girls and she smiled proudly as they saw how fast they were now chewing up the miles. Most drivers might have worried about hitting one of the many deer that often strayed onto the road and kept to a slower speed, but Isana had carefully worked layers of shields onto the front and the rear of the vehicle to shrug off any collisions. There was also a spell worked into the headlight lamps that projected a long range ward that would warn of anything ahead, but the road was completely clear all the way home.

When they finally reached the turn off onto Isana’s property, it caught the girls by surprise. Unless you knew to look for the massive pair of trees that framed her driveway, you’d drive right past it. She always got complaints from mail carriers because whenever a new guy got assigned to this route, he or she always took more than one try to find it. But Isana plowed the truck into the dark forest drive without any hesitation.

The driveway, if that was even the right word for it, went another half a mile into the dense, shadowy woods. The sun had almost completely fallen by now and that meant that her headlights were just about the only things lighting up the way except for the occasional shaft of dim moonlight. Isana waited to see who would spot the house first and she smiled when she heard Ayaka’s gasp.

“Is that it,” the girl said, dropping her air of maturity for the moment, “That dark shape in the woods ahead?”

“Where?” Sora asked eagerly, leaned forward to peer through the windshield. Her ears quivered in excitement.

“It’s up there, on that big rise,” Karin said, pointing forward over the front seat so that the youngest girl could sight down her arm. “It’s that big, blocky shadow. It’s huge!”

“Emi was right,” Ayaka agreed softly.

“Why did you build such a big house in the woods?” Sora asked.

“I didn’t build it!” Isana laughed. “I’ve made plenty of changes, but I certainly didn’t build it. The great-great grandfather of the woman that adopted me had it built over two-hundred years ago, back when her family had been much larger, wealthier, and lived in a big extended group. I think there were actually six different families within the main family living in it at one point. But most of those moved away or died during the Fall. I inherited it from my master and adoptive mother when she died in an accident.”

She rounded the last bend in the snaky drive and slowed down in the wide, open space in front of her garage with the crunch of gravel. Behind that garage loomed the massive two-story structure of the house itself. The outside wall of the house was built of well-fitted, dark-colored stone blocks. Isana knew that must have cost a dear fortune, but the result was a very well insulted house that could withstand even the harshest weather conditions.  The garage though was a wooden shingled add-on to the main structure.

Isana flicked a hand towards the garage and the double-wide door rose up smoothly on its track and a light flicked on inside. Using the open space to turn around, Isana deftly backed her truck up into the garage with the smooth ease of long familiarity. Once she was satisfied she was in far enough, another hand wave had the door closing again.

“Well, we’re here!” Isana said, turning a little to see all three girls. Sora was looking at the collection of random junk filling the remainder of the garage with open curiosity and her long ears were flicking. Karin and Ayaka were far more interested in the door that led into the house.

“You’re really alright with us moving in with you?” Ayaka asked after a brief silence.

“I didn’t drive you all the way here just to show you my awesome garage,” Isana laughed, smiling her assurance at the girl. “At first I was just as nervous as you guys were, but so far I like what I’ve seen and I like all of you. So hop on out so we can get inside. I spent all day yesterday cleaning and stuff and I’d hate to have wasted all of that.”

Isana followed her own words by climbing out of the driver’s seat. Sora quickly followed suite and when she came over and stood close, Isana felt perfectly natural in putting arm around the girl’s shoulders again. Sora didn’t complain at all at the action and even moved a little closer. The two older girls followed more slowly, but that was only because they had each paused to lock their doors on the truck which Sora hadn’t even thought to do. They were also thoughtful enough to grab the three luggage bags.

Isana walked them over to the house door and placed her free hand on the red painted oak. The complicated and powerful wards of the house recognized her instantly and the sturdy bolts locking the door came undone. They entered into a small mudroom and when Isana kicked off her shoes onto a reed mat, the girls politely did the same. Then they finally entered into the main house.

The house was dark from the evening light outside, but there was just enough to see that the first room was the spacious kitchen and adjoining dining room. Since it had mostly just been her living alone, both were very clean and organized. The kitchen had a small island with a few barstools, a breakfast nook with a large bay window, and a long set of cabinets and polished stone countertops with a range and magically cooled refrigerator at one end. The dining room just had one long table of dark oak that could seat ten in its cushioned ladder-back chairs.

Isana willed a large cluster of small gem-like lights into being and they floated up into the air and scattered near the ceiling.  When the rooms were more fully illuminated, the girls wandered more deeply inside to look around their new home.

“Feel free to poke around,” Isana assured them when she saw Karin hesitate to open a cabinet to look inside. “This is your house, too.”

“How many rooms does it have?” Sora asked, not moving very far away from where Isana watched. She seemed content to watch the other two.

“Well, there are four master-style bedrooms and three more regular ones. Then there are two additional full bathrooms upstairs and a half-bath down here. The bottom floor has the living room, a small library or study, a pantry, these two rooms, and a certain, special room that I had remodeled and did some work on myself.”

“How is it special?” Karin asked, pausing in her inspection of the inside of the refrigerator. She ended the sentence with a long, tired yawn. Isana could understand how the girl felt. She’s been so nervous that she hadn’t slept at all the previous night and her own body wanted a bed badly.

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” Isana smiled. “But I think we can save a grand tour for in the morning when the sun is up. You all look kind of bushed and I think we should get your bags up to your bedrooms before you’re too tired.”

“Can we pick our own room?” Ayaka asked, turning around excitedly from her inspection of the cabinets. Her delight at the house was apparent and Isana was very happy to see it.

“As long as you don’t fight over them,” Isana agreed amiably. She grabbed Sora’s bag from where Karin had set it down and led them to the back staircase that led from the kitchen and up to the second floor. The upper floor had a square of hallways with the rooms around and inside it. Once up there Isana pointed toward the partially open door on the outside of the East hallway. “That door there is my room, so pick any other one you want.”

Karin and Ayaka both separated eagerly to search inside the other rooms and a cluster of the light gems kept pace. Sora however hesitated and then took her bag and walked straight to the door that was exactly opposite from Isana’s. She opened it and after giving it the briefest glance came right back after dumping off her luggage inside the door.

“I’ll take that one,” Sora said matter-of-factly with a warm smile.

“You’re sure?” Isana asked. “The middle rooms don’t have any windows.”

“That’s alright,” Sora replied happily. “I just want one that’s near yours and that one is right across the hall.”

Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy,” Isana shrugged. “Let’s see how the others are doing.”

Predictably enough, they found Karin flopped on her back in the queen-sized bed of the master bedroom that was on the opposite side of the house from Isana’s. The room had the bare essentials, like a dresser, closet and a rug over the wooden floor, but it was otherwise undecorated. When they walked in Karin had a wide smile on her face and was watching the slowly circling trio of light gems above her.

“I see you like this one?” Isana laughed.

“Uh-huh,” Karin agreed quickly, sitting up. “Sora, come lay on this thing with me. I’ve never been on a bed this comfortable before.” Sora joined Karin on the bed and immediately agreed with the older girl; then an amused snort came from the doorway.

“Find one you like?” Isana inquired as Ayaka entered the room and stood next to her.

“Yeah, the north master bedroom,” Ayaka smiled back. “I tested my bed out too. Which one did you pick Sora?”

“The one across from Isana,” Sora answered, rolling up into a sitting position to look at them.

“Nice,” Ayaka nodded as if that had been expected. “You were right, Isana. I think we can wait for morning to look around. I’m more than ready to go back to that bed.”

“Cool, then let’s get a few necessities from the closet,” Isana replied.

They followed her back out into the hallway were she then led them to the large walk-in size storage closet. They continued to follow her inside and she took them to stacks of neatly folded sheets and blankets on shelves.

“These stacks,” Isana waved at several stacks of matching sets, “are for the queen-size beds. So Karin and Ayaka, you go ahead and grab one you like. Sora, you need one of those on the next shelf up. Do any of you need help making your bed?”

“No way,” Karin laughed, taking down a set of red bed clothes.  Ayaka had chosen a patterned purple one and Sora’s was a light blue floral. “We had to make our beds every day back at the orphanage and wash the sheets once a week. So we’ve had lots of practice.”

“Did you have your own rooms?” Isana asked curiously as they exited the closet.

“No, we all had one or two roommates,” Ayaka answered. “The three of us all had different rooms there.”

“I didn’t like mine,” Sora said, frowning.

“Yes, well, Marta certainly isn’t here,” Ayaka said, smiling at Sora. “None of us are going to bully you. We’re sisters now.”

“This Marta person was unpleasant, I take it?” Isana asked, automatically disliking anyone who’d act that way toward Sora.  The wave of protectiveness surprised her, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Yeah!” Sora responded, fuming cutely. “She always messed with me and my stuff or stole things.”

“I tried saying something to the women that ran the place, but they didn’t really care,” Ayaka sighed. “The three of us weren’t very popular with the others.”

“I heard,” Isana nodded sadly. “But you’re here now and I sure as hell won’t ignore you. I’m hoping that you’ll love it here.”

“Us too,” Karin smiled happily.

“Well, while you guys are making your beds, I need to go get something that I prepared for each of you,” Isana said. “I’ll be back in two minutes, okay?”

They separated to their respective rooms, lights following, and Isana watched them for a moment before she ducked back downstairs. In the living room she picked up three smallish baskets she’d filled with a few items for the girls. Then she went back up the main stairs and made her way to Ayaka’s room this time. It matched Karin’s except for a slightly larger window on the far wall. She found the girl there, flinging out the third and top sheet over the bed. When it settled onto the others, Ayaka quickly and efficiently smoothed it out and had it tucked in. Finished, Ayaka turned around and wore a smile of satisfaction. She was visibly happy that Isana had come to her new room.

“You have had a lot of practice,” Isana noted, nodding appreciatively toward the bed. “That was pretty fast.”

“I’m good at these kinds of things,” Ayaka replied with a slight reddening of the cheeks, but she seemed proud and happy at the compliment. “Actually, I kind of like making a place clean and orderly and doing small chores like this. It used to drive my roommates nuts.”

“I have no complaints,” Isana chuckled. “Here.”

Ayaka took the basket just as the other two joined them again.

“What is that?” Karin asked.

“There’s one for each of you,” Isana told her, handing them each their basket. “I didn’t know what you had in terms of basic supplies, so I made up a basket with all of them. There’s soap, shampoo, toothbrushes and toothpaste, a hairbrush, and since I forgot to ask how old you guys were I added razors, shaving cream and other hygiene items. I also bought you each a few brand new towels for each of the bathrooms.

“Wow,” Ayaka said, looking through her basket. “This is really cool. I was actually a bit nervous before coming here about asking to borrow stuff from you. But this has everything. Thanks so much!”

“Yeah, this is cool…um Ms. Isana?” Karin floundered as it was the first time any of the girls had tried to address her by name.

“Just plain Isana is fine,” she smiled. “Now I need to do one last thing before we all turn in.”

She walked over to the wall next to the doorway and placed her hand over it. Bluish light glowed between her hand and the wall and it quickly gathered together into a think-lined circle of light. Sort of like a vertically aligned halo. A thin white line cut the circle at about the six o’clock position. When she took her hand away it seemed to sink into the wall and disappear.

“What was that?” Sora asked, walking up close to get a better look.

“It controls those,” Isana said, pointing at the gem lights in Ayaka’s room. “Ayaka, can you come here a moment?”

“Sure,” Ayaka said cooperatively, and stood next to her.

“Hold your hand up like I just had mine near the wall by the door.” Ayaka did so and the circle rose up out of the wall. Ayaka blinked at it in surprise. Isana smiled at the expression. “Now you can use your finger to rotate the circle, which will dim or brighten the lights. I’ll do this in all your bedrooms and bathrooms since you haven’t learned to use your own magic yet.”

“Cool,” Sora said, and watched even closer when Isana repeated the magic in the spacious bathroom.

“Do you need anything else before I do Karin and Sora’s rooms and then head to bed?” she asked Ayaka when she was done and they all stood by the door.

Ayaka stood there for a moment and Isana saw she was visibly warring over some decision. Then the girl sighed in resignation and leapt forward, embracing Isana in a tight hug. Isana chuckled at first, realizing Ayaka had been debating how “mature” she should be, but then sighed in a pleased tone and gave a soft rub of her cheeks against Ayaka’s. Ayaka made a pleased sound too and then they separated.

“That was very nice of you,” Isana said, smiling at the girl. “I’ll see you in the morning, Ayaka.”

“Yeah,” Ayaka agreed, apparently a little embarrassed but also happy. “In the morning.”

After leaving Ayaka’s room Isana made up the lights in Karin’s room just as she had in Ayaka’s and the girl found them briefly fun to play with. Then when she was going to leave and do Sora’s, Karin wanted a hug too. It was then Isana found out just how affectionate a person Karin was. Once they were together Karin didn’t seem to want to let her go. But Isana also found out that the junction of Karin’s wings was a ticklish place and they separated with Karin giggling like crazy.

“Aww, that was mean,” Karin laughed, dropping onto her bed heavily as she caught her breath.

“Just be thankful Claire and Emi aren’t here,” Isana replied. “Those two will remember every weak spot you have.”

“What’s yours?” Karin said, her giggles subsiding.

“I’m not going to tell you that so easily,” Isana smirked. “But what I will say is that Sora here was the closest to finding it out.”

“I was?” Sora asked with her eyes wide. “But all I did was… oh!”

“Where is it?” Karin asked eagerly, leaning forward.

Sora reached up a hand towards Isana and then paused with a frown.

“It’s alright, Sora,” Isana laughed. “I suppose it’s only fair to show her since I found hers just now. Go ahead.”

Sora’s small hand continued up to her head and Isana felt those small fingers scratching near her ears. Using her own hands, she adjusted them slightly until they hit the sweet spot. It was readily apparent when it happened because Isana felt her knees try to buckle from the pleasurable feeling Sora was giving her and she couldn’t help letting out a sharp hiss. Sora gasped in surprise and jerked her hand away.

“I didn’t want to hurt you!” Karin exclaimed in shock, misinterpreting Isana’s reaction. Isana heard a strangled sound and as her head cleared she saw Sora was clenching her hands tightly. Her face said she was ready to cry, and Karin wasn’t much better. “Why did you do that?”

“It didn’t hurt me at all,” Isana said, smiling wide to show she meant it. “It was just the opposite, in fact.”

“Huh?” Karin looked confused.

“Haven’t you ever seen that on some cats that if you scratch in just the right spot they go all gooey and beg for more?”

“Yeah,” Sora answered, still looking at her worriedly.

“Well, that was my spot. It just feels really damn good; so good that I almost can’t do anything else and it seems that Sora’s fingers were especially good.”

“You liked it?” Sora asked, perking back up.

“Oh, yeah!” Isana grinned. Then she looked warmly at Karin. “That’s why it’s my weak spot.”

“I’ll remember it,” Karin smiled back, wiping her eyes.

“Hah, goodnight Karin,” Isana said, shaking her head in amazement.

“G’night!” Karin returned. “And you too, Sora.”

Sora’s room was the fastest to do since it was only the one bedroom. In contrast, Sora’s goodnight hug took the longest of all. Isana couldn’t bring herself to do what she had with Karin.  In Sora she felt someone that badly wanted to be loved, and the girl was probably betting everything on Isana. It probably didn’t help that Isana knew she must be experiencing some new feelings and desires, now that her gift as a witch was blossoming on its own. That made Sora a lot more fragile than the other two girls, and something inside her responded strongly to that.

After a while of just sitting on Sora’s bed hugging the girl in peaceful silence, Isana reached over to the basket of stuff which Sora had placed on a small bedside table, and took out the hairbrush.  Sora very willing moved onto her lap, facing outward, and Isana began to gently brush the girl’s long, silky hair.

After about fifteen minutes of this treatment Isana smiled when she saw that the soothing feeling of the brush was having its desired effect. Sora’s eyes were drooping and her breathing had become slow and steady.

“Time for sleep,” Isana said then. She pulled back the covers and laid Sora down. “You should change your clothes for bed. Goodnight, Sora.”

Isana stood slowly and left Sora’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. She then crossed to her own bedroom feeling ready for her own bed. She’d long since made the room hers in almost every way, but her bed was the most unique. It was a massive nest-like collection of blankets, pillows, comforters and sheets that covered the biggest bed she’d been able to purchase. After a brief pit stop in her bathroom to pee and shed all of her clothes, she made her way to it and climbed inside that nest. It took only moments for her naked body to feel comfortable and warm. Then a light knock sounded from the partially closed door.

“Yeah?” she called out.

The door cracked open slowly and Sora stepped inside, bathed in moonlight from the window. She was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt that went down to her knees and Isana saw cute little toes curling into the thick, heavy shag of the rug she’d put down on the wooden floor. Sora took in the room with tired glance and then locked onto her face.

“Need something?” Isana asked pleasantly, knowing only her head was sticking out of the mass on her bed.

“Can… can I sleep in here with you?” Sora asked. Her hands clenched onto the shirt and then released it in an idle fashion. “Please?”

Isana knew that she should probably make Sora get used to her own room, but something else stopped her. She was too tired and comfortable to think of what that was at the moment though. Instead she nodded her acceptance.

“Come on.”

Sora’s face brightened immediately and after quietly closing the door again, she quickly climbed onto the bed. At first she seemed very confused by all the blankets and stuff but she crawled her way to Isana and wriggled down next to her. Isana wrapped her arms around Sora until they were snuggled together with Sora’s back to her front. There was a small moment of surprise when Sora realized she was completely naked, but they were both too comfortable to deal with that right now. Instead Sora just sighed happily and relaxed in the embrace.

Minutes later, they were both asleep.

Coming soon: Chapter Three!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 1

  • Posted on December 6, 2020 at 3:43 pm

By Nuit du Loup

Note from JetBoy: Old acquaintances of the vintage Lesbian Lolita site will surely recall the exquisite stories of Nuit Du Loop. Through the years, we’ve had requests for more of his work to be posted here — but I always resisted, thinking of the lion’s share of his writing more as high-quality fantasy fiction than pure erotica, despite the lesbian content.

What changed my mind was the two Tequila Kid sagas that I had the good fortune to edit for Purple Les. These were high-quality Old West tales with lesbian content… and all of a sudden, Nuit’s stories seemed like a natural fit for Juicy Secrets.  So relax, settle in and enjoy, taking into account that it takes a while to get to the actual sex. The wait is worth it, I promise.

***

The warm summer sun was beautiful that day. The cloudless sky was a clear, azure strip seen through a break in the trees caused by the dry, dusty road that cut a narrow swath through the dense forest. As Isana cruised with reckless speed down that road in the red behemoth of her pickup truck, she considered how perfect the day seemed. Her lively, ice-blue eyes took in the world around her with open enjoyment because she loved the wildness of it.

She hit a particularly large pothole in the road, she bounced up in the seat and caught a bit of her reflection in the rearview mirror. Long, snow-white hair cascaded down from a small head and framed her almost childlike face. The sight made Isana smile wryly in amusement. Her face wasn’t the only thing childlike about her appearance.

She was twenty-five years old, as of her birthday two months past. Yet when people looked at her, their first impression often put her at least a decade less than that. This was mostly because she was incredibly short at about four and a half feet tall and her face was blessed with what her close friends called “dainty” features. Her nose was tiny, her lips were small and thin and her eyes, which turned up slightly on the outsides, usually held delighted amusement. Her body was lithe and skinny with small, handful-sized breasts and what she considered a pleasantly rounded backside.

She looked the way she did because she wasn’t human, or at least not entirely so. She wasn’t sure, because her mother hadn’t stuck around after she’d been born and the woman who had adopted her hadn’t known either. From what she knew, her mother was a bakeneko, a kind of feline shapeshifter, and her father’s identity was entirely unknown. From this uncertain parentage, Isana had been blessed with the white hair, the small, fully functional, and triangular cat ears that poked up from the top of her head, a long, fluffy white tail and a few other things. Isana didn’t really mind how she looked, but it sometimes made introductions with strangers more difficult.

Thankfully, most people were used to seeing the odd and the strange these days. A century ago, when magic had first exploded into the world during the event now called the Great Fall, new creatures and part humans like herself had begun appearing even as billions of people worldwide were dying from the collapse of technology and strange magical cataclysms. But humanity was resilient, and now if someone saw something strange, he just went about his business unless it represented a threat. There really were threats and dangers in this new world; many of them in fact, but the current population of the planet, all 1.1 billion, was determined to make it safe again.

A dark shape inside the dense trees ahead and to the right caught Isana’s attention. Seconds later the truck rumbled past the object, and Isana’s smile grew bigger. The shadow was the ruined remains of a large structure from before the Fall. There were a great many like it littered around, but this particular one meant that she was only a mile from the town of Willis. It was a small place with less than ten thousand people, but it, and the surrounding area, was her home territory.

A short time later, Isana slowed her magically powered mechanical beast as she approached a small white shack on the right side of the road. Tied to the shack at a sturdy post were three massive horses. When she came to a stop in front of the barricade sticking out from the shack, the nearest horse in the line eyed her aggressively and stomped a hoof hard enough into the dusty ground to get its threat across. Isana never got on well with horses. They didn’t like the way she smelled.

“Good morn’ ma’am.”

A tall, unfamiliar blonde man in the crisp blue trousers, white shirt and crossed red bandoliers of the Town Patrol uniform exited the shack from the only door and rounded the vehicle. His weapon belt held both a large caliber handgun and a curved saber. All town patrolmen knew how to fight with blades, bullets and their own two hands. They kept the general peace, enforced the law and kept the nasty supernatural things from trying to take bites out of the town. This man looked confident and competent in his own strength. Exactly the type of guy they posted on the roads into town.

“Morning, officer,” Isana replied cheerfully. “Are you new to the Town Patrol?”

“Yes, I am,” the man smiled back, obviously proud of his accomplishment. “I finished my training last week. Can I ask your business in town and your name?”

“Isana Tyler,” she answered. “I’m here to deal with that little chicken problem you’re having.”

The officer looked at her dubiously.

“She’s not lying, Mark,” the second gruff, male voice came from another much larger and more muscular man coming out of the shack. He smiled and nodded at her in greeting. Isana nodded back, for she knew Sergeant Meyers well. “She may look like a fragile little thing, but Isana there can turn you or the entire town inside out with a flick of her finger if she cared to. Haven’t you heard of or seen our resident witch before?”

“Uh…no. I’m sorry, ma’am,” the younger man said in quick apology. “Headquarters mentioned you, but they didn’t give me a description.”

“That’s because Captain Keller likes his little jokes,” Meyers sighed. “Thanks for coming, Isana. Even those two pretty boys from the Magical Defense Unit haven’t been able to solve our little problem.”

Isana grinned; Meyers sure knew how to flatter a girl. Too bad for him she only liked women. “You should give them more credit, Meyers. They have learned some magic, and they were a lot of help when that creek flooded last year and washed out that bridge. Where do I need to go?”

“It’s down in the old industrial area. The rest of the boys have it holed up inside that big bottling plant,” Meyers sighed. “It’s a good thing they built that place with corrugated steel, or we’d have even bigger problems with fires. Just let me raise the barricade for you.”

Meyers walked toward the mount for the wooden spar, then levered it upwards and out of the way. At the same time, a hundred feet of roadway and grass ahead of her down the road rippled as massive wards and defensive spells were temporarily put to sleep. Those were the true barricades barring the road. If someone blew through or hopped the physical barrier, then the magic on the other side would tear them apart — or something equally final and unpleasant. Though neither patrolman knew it, Isana had been the one to lay those spells and she could have disabled them easily. Instead, Isana drove on down the road to the town.

The town of Willis was a bizarre hodgepodge of surviving pre-fall buildings with newer structures interspersed around them along brick-paved roads. It had never been very large, but it had the things necessary for a population center to survive and thrive. There was plenty of food, fresh water and a strong sense of community.  While most of the major cities were great, moldering mausoleums to their long dead residents, Willis had actually improved in the last hundred years. Isana loved the town and knew a large number of people here personally. Occasionally she regretted that her own home was fifteen miles to the west and deep inside the forested lands which Mother Nature was rapidly reclaiming as her own. But she loved her house too much to give it up, and she also liked the peace and quiet.

The industrial area she arrived at was a small clump of old factories and warehouses on the north edge of the town. It was largely abandoned, and the town had been planning for ages to tear it all down and reclaim any useful metals and glass. The smelter to melt down the metals was already being built. For now, it was an unsightly, rusting mess that attracted the occasional creature looking for a new den. The building Isana headed to had once been the bottling facility for a long-dead beverage company. Now it was an ugly hulk surrounded on all sides by a couple of dozen men and women wearing the Patrol uniform.

They watched her approach, and she saw relief on many of their faces. There was also a little resentment from a few of the younger ones, probably those who felt that they could handle this on their own. She ignored them all and drove around the perimeter until she saw an older, rough-hewn man wearing a wide-brimmed brown hat with the rest of the uniform. He and six other men stood in the weather broken expanse of the former parking lot. Their horses were tied up a good distance away in a small grassy clearing. It was cheaper, even for cops, to use horses instead of cars. When she brought the truck to a crunching halt and stepped out into the sunlight she understood why the horses were so far away. The air reeked of sulfur.

“Phew, that is one hell of a stink!” she complained cheerily, wrinkling her cute, sensitive nose. “Good to see ya again, Captain Keller!”

“Isana!” the older man sighed. “I know I’ve told you this a dozen times, but you’ve done more than enough around here to call me by my first name.”

Isana waved her hand dismissively as she approached. Once she called someone by something enough times, it took a near act of god to make her change. “Are you sure of what you’ve got in there?”

“Definitely,” Keller responded firmly once they stood facing each other. He, of course, had to look down to meet her gaze. “Dan Crosswell smuggled the damn thing in from the Detroit wasteland, where he says he bought it from a weird dealer. He confirmed that it’s a basan. Claims it was nice and docile when he bought it here, and he has no idea why it decided to go nuts today.”

Isana snorted. “Did he say what he planned to do with a giant chicken that spits fire and has major territorial issues?”

“No, he didn’t,” Keller responded dryly. “Is it going to be a problem?”

“No way!” Isana laughed, propping her fists against her denim-clad hips. The pose made her loose tank top rise up a little to expose her toned belly. “Give me twenty minutes, max, and I’ll have it all wrapped up for you.”

“What if it makes a fuss?” asked a youngish brunette woman in her early thirties. Alisha Waters was Keller’s second in command.

“Then I’ll cook it and turn it into dinner for the lot of us,” Isana said confidently. “Do I need to know anything else before I head inside?”

Keller thought about it for a moment, and then he blinked and nodded. “Yes, but it’s unrelated to the current problem. There are two women from the Arbor City Council that have been asking how to contact you. They’re staying at the Heaven’s Rest hotel. I promised I’d pass on the word from them.”

Isana frowned and mulled it over. Arbor was the nearest city to Willis, and she couldn’t think of a reason why they would need her for anything. She knew that they had some social unrest issues, but they also had a strong police force, a battalion of MDU troops and at least five witches and mages comparable to herself. Still coming up blank, she shrugged and decided to go and see the two women when she was done here.

“Thanks for letting me know,” she said to the captain. “See you in a bit!”

She turned towards the building and saw that the front windows of the office section were long broken, and the only door on this side of the building hung open on corroded hinges. Isana made her way over and without pausing, entered inside. She studied a time-worn fire escape plan near the doorway on the wall, then ducked into the long hallway that would take her to the main production room.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the gloomy light and she became aware of a rough scratching sound coming from ahead. After a short distance over moldy, rotted carpeting she came to another doorway and shoved it open. The metal door swung hard with a screech and slammed against the wall with a nearly deafening bang. Across a wide expanse of open concrete and a jumbled assortment of collapsed machinery, a feathery creature squawked in indignant surprise and pushed itself up onto the massive talons that were its feet.

It looked exactly like any other chicken you might see. This one just so happened to stand three feet tall at the head and probably weighed as much as she did or more. It was called a basan, a type of yokai from Japanese mythology. Its feathers were made from an asbestos-like material, and even from where she stood Isana could see that the talons were scoring long grooves into the concrete floor. It also spat flame and often consumed the burned flesh of its victims.

The large fowl twitched its head back and forth, looking at her through black, angry eyes. When Isana started to walk towards it, it began to rustle its wings in a physical display of warning. Isana continued forward unabated. At about fifty feet or so away the bird jerked its head, squawked again, and then spat liquid fire in her direction.

Like all fire, it expanded as it moved outward, and the white-hot gout became a fan of deadly heat. Not the least bit surprised at this action, Isana casually flicked out a finger on her right hand, and the oncoming flame broke like water on an invisible bow ten feet ahead of her. An inferno raged all around her but she continued walking calmly forward. When the first salvo ran down, the basan seemed indignant that the interloper in its midst hadn’t become a crispy critter for it to eat. Isana smiled at it and she knew a predatory light was in them. The feline in her saw weak prey.

“Try that again,” she taunted playfully, laughing. “You’re not even making me work here.”

Another blast of fire raced out at her and again Isana shunted it aside with little effort. The factory around her, however, was another story. The machinery was drooping and sagging like soft wax and there were places where the metal glowed with heat. The concrete floor had shrugged the heat off except that any moisture had been vaporized away. Isana found the air was fast becoming dangerous to breathe from the fumes and the stench was almost overwhelming.

“My turn!” she laughed at the bird and took a deep breath.  Placing the first two finger over her mouth in a ‘v’ she blew out hard and this time a cone of fire exploded out away from her and towards the shocked basan. The giant bird dropped to the ground where it stood, over a tangled mess of old electrical cables and ducked its head under a wing just in time as the fire crashed over it.

While it was still hiding Isana reached up, plucked a single white hair from her head and worked a larger bit of magic. The strand of hair glowed golden and when she let go, it shot like a needle across the gap and right at the bird. Faster than a striking snake, the hair wrapped itself around the beak of the creature and tied it as tight as steel cables would have. Then the hair split, grew longer and shot out again to entangle and snare the legs and wings. When it was done, Isana had herself a giant trussed-up chicken.

“Just like I said,” Isana smiled. “Ten minutes.”

***

When Isana finally made it to the Heaven’s Rest Hotel, she was in a very good mood. It had taken nearly another thirty minutes to get the squirming basan loaded into the bed of a trailer. Even though she’d only been called in to deal with the capturing part, she’d stuck around to lend a hand with the rest of the grunt work because she never liked dumping things onto other people. Now she had the nice glow of accomplishment to keep her mood soaring.

The Heaven’s Rest Hotel was in what passed for a downtown district in the small town. It was nestled between the town hall building with its old Greek style columns and the public library. As far as Isana knew, it had always been a hotel, even before the Fall, and was a couple of centuries old. The current proprietor, Claire Renow, was a young woman not much older than Isana herself and she was well known in town for her odd sense of humor. She had inherited the building from her father, who had seen the niche for a hotel when all the franchise companies crashed with the rest of the world and vanished. Now it was the place to stay when you visited Willis. It was also a place Isana was intimately familiar with, because the bar and grill that occupied the ground floor of the six story structure was one of her favorite haunts. That, and she knew the owner quite well.

“Isana!”

Isana instinctively stopped at the familiar cry of her name on her way through a beautiful front entrance made of polished copper and glass. A second later a weight hit her and her arms encircled around the skinny body of Emi, Claire’s ten-year-old daughter, bringing her in for a fierce hug as a deep purring thrummed inside her chest. She’d known the child literally since birth, since she and the mother were close friends of old. Back then she’d still been an apprentice witch, but she still loved Emi dearly.

“One of these days I’m going to miss, you know,” she said laughingly in the girl’s ear. She then rubbed their cheeks together affectionately. “Then we’ll both go splat onto the floor.”

“You haven’t yet,” Emi giggled, pulling back. Today she was dressed in a navy dress with a small white smock over it. “Are you here to see Momma?”

“I’d never stop in and not talk to her,” Isana answered as she stood back. “But I was told that there were people staying here that want to talk to me.”

“The Arbor ladies?” Emi asked curiously. “They are the only ones staying with us right now.”

“Yep, I—”

“Emi, where did you get off to?!” Isana cut off as Claire came bustling into the foyer of the hotel from a side hall. It was a very plush room with comfortable chairs, warm lighting, and a big front desk where the desk clerk, Bill, sat in his dress black slacks and pressed white shirt. Claire’s eyes locked onto the two of them. “Oh, Isana! I see you’re the one making her slack off again.”

“Yeah, so don’t go blaming Emi,” Isana responded with a grin. Claire was a vibrant, energetic woman in her early thirties. She stood almost two feet taller than Isana and had long, naturally curly chestnut hair, just like her daughter. As always, she was dressed conservatively in a long skirt and a white sleeveless shirt. She was a somewhat well endowed woman and her chest cushioned their friendly hug when they came together.

Despite Isana’s preference for women and Claire’s obvious good looks, there had never been anything like that between them. Claire definitely knew what Isana’s interests were, and never made a big deal of it. They were good friends, and that was the way they liked it.

“You know, I blame all my troubles on you,” Claire grinned back. “At least one of those old stories about witches has to be true.”

“Well, if your milk curdles prematurely and your cows are born with two heads, we’ll know!” they shared another laugh and Isana nodded towards Emi. “What did I interrupt?”

“Oh! I’m supposed to be washing and folding the dinner linen!” Emi squeaked and looked apologetically at her mother.

“It’s all right,” Claire smiled. “Isana doesn’t visit us often enough, so I suppose it’s understandable that you’d want to talk to her. Just make sure your lunchtime chores are done.”

“They are,” Emi smiled joyously. “Isana said she came to see our guests.”

“I know,” Claire said, looking back to Isana. “Will you have lunch with us? They’ll probably be coming down for their own meal soon.”

“Sounds great,” she replied easily. “What am I eating today, Emi?”

Emi thought about the question for a moment. They had established a small tradition between them that whenever Isana ate at the hotel, Emi would choose for her. “The roast beef sandwich with broccoli and cheese soup?”

“Sounds excellent,” Isana agreed, feeling herself salivate at the mention of the meal. She let herself be led by Emi into the main dining room. It was a very comfortable space with scattered tables and booths, all with dark wood and red upholstery. The walls and pillars of the room were also made of naturally dark woods. Along one long wall was the bar and the doors into the kitchen. At the moment it was completely empty. After sitting at a barstool and nodding to Jenna, the bartender, Emi disappeared into the kitchen. Claire had already gone back to getting things ready for the day.

The food didn’t take long to make so only moments later she was slurping down the delicious soup and savoring every bite of the sandwich. Despite her young age, Emi was well on her way to becoming a first-class cook. Starting about a year ago, every meal that Isana ate at the hotel had been made by the girl, and each time it only got better. There had of course been the occasional miss or flop, but Emi always wanted to learn something new. When it became time, Isana had no doubts that Emi would take over the hotel and it would run better than ever.

“So, how is it?” Emi said, watching intently from her perch on the next stool. Isana knew her opinion carried great weight, so she made sure she knew her answer.

“The soup is great,” Isana said with complete honesty. “The cheese is perfect and the broccoli is nice and soft. Did you bake the bread for the sandwich?”

“No,” Emi held up her small hands. “I’m not strong enough to knead the dough. I get tired or cramped too soon.”

“But you made the rest of it?”

“Yep!” Emi was practically glowing from the accomplishment. “I made a whole batch of the soup last night, so there’s plenty more if you want it.”

“No, I think I’m good,” Isana smiled and patted her belly. “Unlike you, this is as tall as I’m getting, and I have no desire to become any rounder. Plus, I’d have to work for any more than this, and your mom had that look in her eye today that says that wouldn’t be any fun.”

Isana idly picked up a pristinely white linen napkin that sat at the seat next to her. When she saw Emi watching her still, she grinned and pulled a little magic together. While most witches and magic users in general needed spell words, arias, or incantations to make magic work, Isana had always been able to manipulate it with only her will. Now she crumpled the napkin inside one hand and then clapped it together with the other. Weaving the magic tighter, she locked onto Emi’s eyes for a moment and gestured towards her hands with her head. Emi’s eyes widened with delight.

Following the silent instruction, Emi reached out a hand and Isana lifted her hands apart just a crack. Emi’s little fingers probed inside and Isana’s smile widened when she heard the girl’s gasp.  When Emi pulled her hand back she had a long green stem between two fingers. When she felt it was right, Isana parted and withdrew her hands completely and Emi was left holding a real white chrysanthemum.

“Cool,” Emi breathed out, marveling at the flower in her hands.

“Isana! How many times must I tell you that my supplies are not for you to be magicing with?” Claire was striding into the room as both Isana and the woman’s daughter turned toward the doorway. Behind the stern-faced Claire were two women. One was a tallish redhead with short cropped hair, in her late twenties or so. Her partner was at least a decade older, a petite brunette. She held a finger-thick folder. Both were dressed professionally. Behind them walked a man that Isana knew well, the Willis town councilman Tony Reffit. He was an older, balding man with many laugh lines on his face. Neither of the women seemed surprised by her appearance, so Isana assumed Claire must have warned them.

“I can change it back,” Isana said, trying to reassure her friend.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Claire sighed. “I can still remember that little mess you made at Emi’s birthday party three months ago. It took hours to round up all those little birds.”

“They were so pretty, though!” Emi giggled, ignoring the slightly cross look her mother passed her way. She raised the flower back up. “I like the flower, but we need the napkin more.”

“See? Emi is most definitely your daughter,” Isana replied jovially. She took the flower, held it by the end of the stem, and flicked her wrist. In the next instant the napkin drooped back down and then Emi expertly folded it and put it back in its place. Isana then stood to her full, unimpressive height and acknowledged the others with an inclination of her head.

“Good afternoon,” she said in polite greeting. “I hear that you have a need to speak to me?”

“Yes, we do indeed,” smiled the older of the women. Her voice sounded dreadfully tired. “I am Councilwoman Rebecca, and my companion is Maya Detwiler, the current head of the Arbor Coven of Magic, which is the body that governs the magic users in our city under the oversight of the Council. Would you be willing to join us at a table so that we can sit and discuss something?”

“Sure,” Isana responded amiably. “I’ve already eaten so feel free to order something. I won’t think it to be rude.”

“Thank god!” Councilman Reffit chuckled as Claire cleared a circular table in the center of the room near one of the support pillars.  The table had four ladder-back chairs with comfortable wine-colored cushions on the seats. A matching tablecloth draped low and on it were clear glass salt and pepper shakers. At each place were more of the linen napkins, except these were black. Isana allowed the others to be seated first, then took her place and tucked her tail between the chair slats.

“What can I get you?” Claire asked in renewed perkiness. Isana’s friend loved running the hotel and restaurant, and it showed in her manner.

“That soup smelled wonderful,” Reffit smiled. “I’ll have a large bowl of it and some bread.”

“I’ll have a plate of the spaghetti.” Detwiler said, speaking for the first time. Her voice had a clipped harshness to it, yet it didn’t seem at all unkind. “Is the sauce very meaty?”

“It can be,” Claire shrugged. “We’re more than happy to make it the way you like it.”

“Oh!” Detwiler thought for a moment. “Then I’ll have it thick with some garlic toast on the side.”

“I’ll have what she had,” Rebecca smiled, pointing toward Isana. “She seemed to like it a great deal.”

“That’s because Emi made it,” Isana grinned, speaking loud enough for the girl to hear the compliment and giggle happily on her stool. “Got any pie, Claire?”

“When don’t we have pie when you’re here?” Claire laughed. “I’ll have all your food out to you in a bit.”

“Well, while we’re waiting for the food, can you tell me how I can help you?” Isana asked pleasantly. She saw that Maya was watching her twitching tail curiously.

Rebecca grimaced. “It’s a complicated matter that we wish we could deal with ourselves. Unfortunately, current events have forced us to seek outside help. When we made inquiries, Councilmen Reffit responded to us and let us know to approach you with this.”

“I see,” Isana responded pleasantly. “But that doesn’t tell me much.”

“No,” Rebecca agreed. “But have you heard of the unrest that has been building in our city?”

“Only a little,” Isana admitted. “I confess that I haven’t given much attention to the rumors of events outside of Willis lately.”

“Well, unfortunately ‘unrest’ is now an understatement for what is going on back home,” the older woman said in a sour, displeased tone. “The main problem is an explosively growing dislike and outright hatred towards non-humans and magic users in general. We don’t know what or who is fueling this, and there haven’t been any signs indicating it will settle down.”

“But you guys have many times more of both than we do,” Isana said, feeling shocked. “Hell, I think I might be one of the few trained magic users in Willis. I know the MDU boys have a decent punch, but most of the others are just folks with one-trick talents or self-taught things.”

“That does about sum things up,” Reffit confirmed. “There are one or two others, maybe.”

“Yes, and that is all part of what we want to discuss,” Detwiler nodded.

“What she means,” Rebecca continued, “is that we would like to help add to your local talent pool while also doing a great humanitarian service.”

“That sounds a bit ominous,” Isana frowned.

“I suppose it was,” Rebecca replied, not smiling at all. “That is because we want to ask a great deal of you. Because of our social problems, we have another new one as a result. That problem has to do with three young girls.”

“How are these girls a problem?” Isana asked. “What have they done?”

“Nothing,” Rebecca said with a sad smile. “The problem lies in the fact that none of them are human and two of them visibly so. This is further exacerbated because two of those are natural witches…” Isana winced mentally at that. “…and the third has innate magical abilities. All three have been living in an orphanage in Arbor, but now there’s a lot of stink rising up about them. For some reason the mob had focused a large amount of their hatred on them.”

“That… that’s so flipping stupid!” Isana hissed, bearing her teeth in a very feline manner.

“It is,” Rebecca agreed, showing her own displeasure. “But also unfortunately, we don’t have the resources to keep the crime down and also post constant guards to keep the girls safe when the other kids around them are starting to pick up on the hatred of the adults.  There have already been several incidents.”

“Kids can be crueler sometimes when they ape their elders,” Isana said. “I’m guessing that you’d like to move them here?”

“That’s exactly what we want to do,” Rebecca agreed readily.  “But specifically we’d like you to take them in.”

“Me!” Isana jerked upright in her chair. She could feel her upper cat ears twitching along with her tail from her growing agitation.

“Yes, you,” Reffit answered amiably. “Isana, you just said it yourself. You are the only true magic user in this town, and like you, two of these girls are natural witches. You are the only one who can train them and show them how to use their magic safely, and we see no reason to separate them from each other. Also, you live in that great big house out in the forest by yourself. Doesn’t that get lonely?”

“I like having my solitude and peace,” Isana retorted confusedly, not knowing what to object to first. Her voice notched up higher in panic. “Why couldn’t we just make it like school or something? The girls could live with someone else and I can teach them there.”

“Isana,” Maya said in a soothing tone. “I too am a witch, just like you. So I ask this: how did you learn your magic?”

Grimacing in reluctance, Isana answered. “I lived with the woman who raised me, and at the same time I was her apprentice. I lived and learned from her until she died five years ago.”

“I learned the same way, through a live-in apprenticeship,” Maya agreed knowingly. “Learning magic means living with it and constantly being around a master. One of these girls has already had her magic awaken, and it is causing her a great deal of stress and unpleasantness.”

“But I am not a mother figure,” Isana argued. “Wouldn’t you want someone a little older? You know what inevitably happens when witches live together.”

“We do,” Maya agreed again, this time with a wide smile. “But we’ve been told that you have never done anything to harm anyone who doesn’t try to harm you, and you’ve always been kind and generous. We all agree that you are the perfect person. We trust you implicitly.”

“You’ve always been great with kids!” Claire added as she walked over with a tray filled with food. Isana’s nose and eyes quickly found the generous slice of blueberry pie topped with a sizable scoop of ice cream. Claire gave her a knowing smirk, then passed her the pie last. “Isana, you’ve always been willing to watch other peoples’ kids before. I know I’d trust you with Emi in a heartbeat, and she loves you so much.”

“Yeah!” Emi cheered, obviously still listening in.

“Thanks, Emi,” Isana smiled wryly. Then, after relishing a mouthful of pie, she addressed the visitors. “There’s no other option?”

“None that wouldn’t carry a far higher price and would force us to split the girls up, which would be painfully disruptive to them.  You have both the ability and the resources to make this possible.”

Isana frowned unhappily under the hopeful looks from the visitors from Arbor, the Willis Councilman and even Claire and Emi. She felt like she was being emotionally and morally blackmailed. But she also couldn’t fault them for coming to the conclusion they had.  Her home was indeed a very large one, with many empty bedrooms, and her own gardens produced more than enough produce to feed at least half a dozen people. But she didn’t like the idea of taking on such a substantial commitment out of nowhere.

Her adult life so far had mostly been one of easy living and freedom. She’d never before been fully responsible for the lives of others, especially young people. The thought of having kids herself was something she had seen as far into her future. Now she was looking at three girls who would depend on her for almost everything. It frightened her more than anything had in years.

“Isana, you can’t tell me to my face that you aren’t lonely,” Claire said, smiling. “Every time something calls you into town, you come speeding in as fast as you can. Then you spend as long a time as possible here before you head back. Emi and I love when you visit, you know that, but with these girls, you can have your own family. It would be both a challenge and a joy, I think.”

“Hmmm,” Isana propped her head into her hands and really thought about it. Her eyes strayed over towards Emi, and the girl gave her an eager thumbs-up gesture. That enthusiasm made her snort a laugh. If Emi approved, how could she not?

Sighing deeply, Isana ate a few more bites of the wonderful pie before saying another word. If she was going to possibly doom herself, she wanted to at least enjoy dessert first. She knew the others were watching her closely the entire time. Then Claire cracked a happy grin.

“You’re being stubborn, Isana,” she laughed jubilantly.

“I just think there has to be a better alternative,” Isana insisted, trying not to let her friend get so much satisfaction out of this. Then she nodded her head towards the other two women. “I suppose, if this is the best way, then I will agree to do this for the girls and take them in. You sure there’s no alternative?”

“Not without major sacrifices, like we said,” Rebecca answered, smiling widely. “Thank you so much for doing this. They really are wonderful girls.”

“I guess that’s some comfort,” Isana said, smiling in resignation and defeat. She really was a sucker for charity. Her brain was already whirling with thoughts on everything she’d have to change and do. It was a lot. “When were you planning on bringing them?”

Now Rebecca looked sheepish. “Well, we’d originally planned on having to wear you down over several days,” she said unapologetically. “But it seems that was unnecessary.”

Isana didn’t know how to respond to that, so she kept safely silent and Rebecca went on.

“I know their bags are already packed and ready to go, so how about we…” She gestured toward the door.

On to Chapter Two!

 

This is Love, Part Two

  • Posted on October 13, 2020 at 3:24 pm

By Jan Vincent

After having taken care of our chores, we were on the balcony again for another sunbathing session. I wondered how my sister Lisa and I had harbored these secret desires all our lives; despite being best friends and sisters, we’d never discussed them.

Lisa told me she’d had two girlfriends while in college, but things hadn’t worked out with either of them. When I asked if that story about her cheating boyfriend was true, she said, “Yes, it’s partly true. It wasn’t a guy, though. It was my last girlfriend. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I didn’t know if you could handle the truth right then.”

“So girls cheat too, huh?”

“Oh yeah, for sure they do.”

“So, you caught her with another girl?”

“No, worse. I caught her with a guy. I hate dilettantes.”

I giggled. “I know what you mean.”

“And what about you?” she asked after a moment of silence between us.

“What about me?”

“Were you in love with anyone back then?”

I kept quiet for a while. I couldn’t remember anyone catching my attention in that way, except for my big sister. I could have made a joke about it, but was too scared of her reaction. I shook my head and closed my eyes, facing the autumnal sun.

***

Days went by and classes began. The amount of work I was expected to do was overwhelming. High school was a cinch compared to college. The professors and their assistants flooded us with work — papers to be researched, essays to be written, sources to ferret out.

One day I was coming out of my class when I heard a voice calling. It was Kylie, the girl who was smoking in the bathroom at that party, the one where I’d pretended to be Lisa’s jealous girlfriend.

I went over to her and we shook hands. “Hi, how are you?”

“Fine, you?”

“I’m okay… a little tired.”

“I know,” Kylie said, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Freshman year is a bitch.”

“So, has something happened to my… I mean, to Lisa?”

“No, why would you think something happened to her?”

“Because you obviously want to talk to me, so I’m wondering what about.”

Kylie smiled. “Well, it’s true. I do want to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Not here. Let’s go to the Union bar. Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“Fine, that’s perfect. We’ll get lunch.”

We went over to the Student Union building and walked into the bar. The place was half full. In principle, alcoholic beverages weren’t served during the day, but there were two college guys sitting at a corner who had obviously had a few too many already.

Kylie chose a table near the counter, away from the loud duo. After giving our orders to the waitress, I asked, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“About Lisa, of course,” Kylie said. She’d reached for her pack of cigarettes and took one out.

“You’re not allowed to smoke in here,” I said.

“I know. I’m not gonna smoke. I just want to have it in my hand. It calms me down.”

“Why? Do I make you nervous?”

Kylie made a grimace, making plain she didn’t find my wisecrack funny. “It’s not you. It’s the whole situation.”

“What situation?” I said.

“I know Lisa is getting back at me for dumping her.” Kylie sniffled and coughed, looking back at the rowdy guys who were trying to catch our attention.

“You’re Lisa’s ex?”

“Yeah, I was in the picture until you came up.”

“Huh. Lisa told me she dumped you because you were cheating on her with some guy.”

She scowled, shaking her head. “Lisa is such a liar. It was me who dumped her, because she was cheating on me with you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re lying.”

Her mouth tightened. “Then ask her what name she used to whisper when we fucked. Ask her. I dare you.”

I stared at her, taking in what she was saying, wondering if she could be believed. I knew Lisa could lie if the circumstances demanded it. But Lisa saying my name while she made love to her girlfriend was way too unbelievable.

“And why are you saying all this to me?” I said, crossing my arms while waiting for an answer.

“Because—” She fell silent.

One of the drunken guys came over and dragged a chair and sat at our table. “Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, I mind,” said Kylie, defiant, still holding the cigarette. “I’m having a private conversation. So please fuck off, okay?”

He sneered. “What, are you a lesbo or something?”

“As matter of fact, I am. So leave.”

“You’re a fucking dyke? What a waste.” And turning to me, his big, hairy hand touched my face. “And don’t tell me you’re her fucking girlfriend.”

“I’m not.” I pushed his hand away.

He was getting agitated. “What’s the matter with you?” he demanded. “Goddamn lesbo perverts.” He glared at Kylie. “My last girlfriend turned into a fuckin’ dyke. Could’ve been you who did that to her. Cunt!”

I became really scared. I looked around but no one seemed inclined to help us. They just stared and did nothing. I looked over to the counter for the bartender, but he had disappeared.

When the drunk guy started twisting Kylie’s arm, one boy hastened over to stop him, but he was knocked over by the bully’s partner. Kylie screamed in pain. I tried to help her, pummeling at the guy and shouting, “Leave her alone. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Suddenly I felt strong arms around my waist. I was lifted in the air and was thrown down like a bag of potatoes. My head hit the floor; everything went blank after that.

***

When I came to, I was in Lisa’s arms. Someone had warned her about the ruckus in the bar she managed. She was dismayed to see me lying on the floor unconscious.

“Are you all right, baby?”

“Yes.” I tried to sit up. “Ow, my back hurts.” I flashed back to the pool episode and the way my sister saved my life. How I fell in love with her then. “Where’s Kylie?”

“Kylie had to go to the hospital. That asshole really manhandled her. And this is all my fault.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about, but the pain prevented me from probing deeper.

I also got taken to the hospital, while my sister kept holding my hand. When we arrived there, I was left in a gurney even though I could sit down.

“Please lie down,” Lisa said. “We don’t know if something happened to your spine. Remember you almost died when you fell into the pool.”

“I know,” I said. And again overwhelmed by my feelings I hugged her and began to cry.

It didn’t take long for me to be examined and discharged, reminding me of the days my sister stood by my side while I fought for my life. Before leaving we looked for Kylie, but the nurses didn’t let us see her because she was in intensive care and we weren’t family.

“I’m glad we’re family,” Lisa said as the taxicab took us home.

“Why?” I said with a hoarse voice. I cleared my throat.

“Because the paramedics let me go with you in the ambulance. If we weren’t kin, the doctors couldn’t even talk to me about your condition, which was nothing, really. Thank God, you’re fine.”

“Why did you lie to me about Kylie? Twice. First you say she was a man and then I find out she’s not. Then you say she cheated on you when she says you cheated on her with me.”

“What?” Lisa looked outraged.

“Yes, Kylie told me you cried out my name when you made love to her. That’s why she broke up with you.”

“And do you believe her?”

“Why? Is she lying?” I waited for a reaction but all she did was to release my hand and look away, watching the city streets rushing by. “Lisa, is she lying?”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

“And why not?”

“Because…”

I stared at Lisa, my beloved big sister, who had lied to me twice. Suddenly she looked like a stranger, someone I had just met.

“I just want to know why you lied to me about Kylie.”

“I told you. I didn’t know if you could handle the truth.”

“But why did you tell me you were cheated on while you were the cheater.”

“I didn’t cheat on Kylie. You know that.”

“But why would you whisper my name when you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I knew she would understand what I meant.

“Because…”

“Because of what?”

“Because of what I read in your diary.”

“You read my diary?” I said. I sat up on the bed and slapped her arm.

“Calm down,” she said, flinching away from me. “I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did, didn’t you?”

“It a long time ago, on the eve of your Sweet Sixteen party. Mom invited all those hideous friends of hers to the party, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. So?”

“You cried so much because Mom ruined your party. You didn’t want those people around your friends and Mom wouldn’t listen. And then when you went to bed, you started writing in your diary but you fell asleep. As I knew you wouldn’t want Mom to find the diary, I took it from your lap, but before I could put it away… well, my curiosity got the better of me, and I read it. I’m sorry.”

“So? That has nothing to do with anything.”

“Yes, it does.”

“How?”

“That’s when I knew you liked girls. You didn’t say it with so many words, but I could see it was there. I loved it when you wrote stuff about me. You would describe me with so many details, the little expressions I had, the looks, the way I took care of you when you almost died in the pool. I was…” Lisa paused for a while, facing the wall, her eyes blinking, her hand scratching her scalp. “I was intrigued. I dreamed about it. I had nightmares about it. It was really weird.”

“What are you talking about? What were you intrigued with?”

“Sometimes I had the weird feeling that…”

“Go on,” I said.

“That you loved me.”

“Of course I loved you. You’re my sister.”

“Yes, but you drew those hearts with my name in them. Why?”

I swallowed hard. “Because you’re my sister,” I said. “I love you.”

“Yes, I know, but…”

“But what?” I raised my voice. I was becoming a little nervous.

Lisa shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m freaking you out. All I’m saying is that reading your diary changed me forever. Didn’t you notice that after your birthday I quit chasing guys?”

“Did you? I didn’t notice it.”

“Perhaps you didn’t. I just kept everything inside.”

“Why?”

“Because I realized right then that I’d been living a lie. You made me realize I liked girls, not boys.”

“How?”

She held my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Because the love in your words. Because the way you described how much I meant to you, and that no guy would ever compare to me. You made me cry when I read it for the first time. It was powerful, so full of meaning, so full of emotion. I was overwhelmed, and confused, and so I cried myself to sleep that night. I was a mess the next day, and because it was your birthday I kept quiet and acted like nothing had happened. But everything had changed for me. Everything.”

Lisa got up. “I have to leave… visiting hours ended five minutes ago. And I imagine that you probably need some space right now.” She bent down and her lips brushed my cheek. “I’ll be here first thing tomorrow. Love you, little sister.” With that, she left.

***

So, what’s a girl to do when she learns she’s been in love with her own sister all her life… and that her sister knew it before she did? Neither of us knew how to handle this, and so we kept going to classes, studying and living our lives as if this had never happened. I spent most of my time in the library or in my room.

But then people would come over and ask about my girlfriend. Embarrassed, I’d blush. So many times I wanted to tell them the truth, but somehow it never felt right.

Like the time when I met Lori. She was a tall blonde with a long, lithe body who liked to show off her legs in short pleated skirts. Everywhere she went, she attracted stares. She had her belly button pierced. The piercing twinkled in the sunlight, causing even more people to look at her with awe and envy and lust. I couldn’t believe it when, one day, Lori came up to me in the cafeteria and asked if she could sit at my table. At first I didn’t react and then I mumbled, “Sure. Of course.”

She put down her tray in front of mine and sat across from me. She introduced herself with a happy grin and I barely managed to say who I was.

“I know who you are,” she said. “You’re Lisa’s girlfriend.”

“You know Lisa?”

“Yes, of course. Who doesn’t?”

“How would you know that? I mean, who told you I was Lisa’s girlfriend?”

“Everybody knows that. Although there’s a rumor going around…”

“What rumor?”

She bit her lip. “It’s nothing. It’s just nasty gossip.”

“Come on, you mentioned it first. I want to know what’s this rumor is about.”

She leaned toward me and whispered, “People are saying that you and Lisa are, um, kind of related.”

I sighed, once again feeling angry at my sister for her lies. But if I revealed the truth, I’d probably cause a big scandal, one that Mom and Dad would probably hear about. So once again, I played along. “People say that because we look alike.”

“Yes, you do.”

“But we aren’t related, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to shock you or anything. I just thought that—I mean, usually gay people are more open-minded than most and so I thought I could—I mean, never mind.”

“I’m not gay.”

“You’re not? But you have a girlfriend!”

“Well, it’s complicated. I like girls, but I don’t like that word.”

“Is ‘lesbian’ better?”

I grimaced. I felt confused and under attack. “Lori, stop it. You don’t even know me.”

“Sorry. I’m usually not like this. I’m kind of nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“Well,” she began, lowering her voice again. She ate another forkful of pasta and then stared at me. She had the bluest eyes. They were sparkling as if something was overwhelming her. “I kind of like girls myself. I’ve always wondered how it’d feel, making love to another woman. That must be amazing, right?”

I choked up again. I stared at her, feeling extremely embarrassed. I was an 18-year-old virgin, and this flamboyant, sexy blonde was asking me that?

“Well, yeah, it’s amazing,” I managed to say, looking down at my food.

We ate in silence for a while; then out of the blue she dropped the bomb.

“Well, uh, if your girlfriend and you would ever consider having a little three-way fun, I’d be most interested.”

***

When I told Lisa about Lori and her indecent proposal, my sister didn’t react.

“What’s the matter?” I said.

“Are you considering it?” Lisa said without looking at me.

“Should I?” I said, my eyes still fixed on her graceful frame of a forlorn-looking girl.

She was biting her lower lip. “It’s up to you. After all, you’re not my girlfriend. You’re just my sister.”

I walked up to Lisa and stood right in front of her. “What do you mean, I’m just your sister?”

Her greenish eyes rose and they looked at me. “You’re my sister, not my girlfriend, or wife, or anything else I may have made up about us.”

I grabbed hold of her hand and said, “But do you want to?”

Her hand felt cold to the touch. She was still shaking. “What?”

“To be my girlfriend?”

“Would you… want that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “This feels so… weird.”

“It is,” my sister said. She gave a deep sigh and let go of my hand, looking sideways and away from me. Her profile was half-hidden by her raven hair. Then she faced me and held me by the arms. “But if you want to, I’d love to try.”

We hugged. She pulled my hair away and for the first time, we kissed.

It was sweet and tender, her tongue tentatively touching mine. I let her kiss me properly. Her tongue invaded my mouth, touching my teeth, searching for my tongue. A delicious thrill went down my spine. When the kiss ended, I could barely breathe.

“Wow, that was—”

“—spectacular, super-cool, amazing,” Lisa said, a smile emerging on her lips.

I laughed. “It’s better than I imagined.”

“Should we go… further?”

Suddenly I felt frightened. Was I ready to become my sister’s lover? I had been thinking about it for years… did I really want it to happen? All I could do was stammer “I… I don’t know…”

Lisa stood up and pulled me by the arm toward the hallway leading to our bedrooms. Before I could say anything she stopped and made a half turn. She looked at me with a serious, determined look on her face. “Look, I know you find this weird, but if you feel like it you can sleep with me tonight. Would you want that?”

I was taken aback by her words. One side of me made me think it’d be crazy to accept it, but another side of me, encouraged by my sister’s matter-of-factness, urged me to relax and go with the flow.

***

I was lying in bed with Lisa, side by side, our arms touching, our bodies bare. I looked at her and my eyes followed the contours of her body in the yellowish half-light: her breasts, round and succulent; her piercing-free belly button, a depression in her tense flat stomach; her pubes, a perfectly trimmed dark triangle announcing the treasures below.

I watched her watching me, her eyes falling upon my tuft of pubic hair, so similar to hers, adorning my vulva. I smelled the musk of my own arousal. I yearned for Lisa’s touch, for her hand to leave the bed sheets and trace my stomach toward my mons, teasing the soft curls, making me gasp for breath and anticipation.

I could no longer wait. I took my sister’s hand and made her touch between my thighs. An intense surge of pleasure invaded me, making me wet and desperate for more.

“Fuck me, Lisa. Fuck me.”

I woke up and sat up on the bed. I realized I was in my sister’s room and the bed was Lisa’s. My sister was soundly asleep, and neither of us was naked. The sexy dream I was having had been just that: a dream. Again, the familiar feeling of disappointment took over me.

I lay awake in Lisa’s bed for long minutes, heaving sighs from time to time. I wanted something to happen, but I didn’t know what or how. My sister had invited me to her bed, but for some reason she fell asleep after pulling the sheets over us.

Without really being aware of it, my hand drifted down toward my mons. I rubbed it over my panties, feeling the sexual tension grow inside my belly and between the walls of my vagina. I resisted the temptation to slip my fingers under my panties. It was a sin, my mother had told me so many times. I shouldn’t touch myself, but I shouldn’t have kissed Lisa either.

I tore my own hands away from my body, increasing my frustration and insomnia. I turned over several times in bed and, as luck would have it, my sister woke up.

“Annie? Why are you… Can’t you sleep?”

“No.” My voice sounded too plaintive for my taste.

Lisa turned on the lights. She faced me, her head braced against her arm. “What’s the matter?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I hesitated. It wasn’t easy to admit how frustrated and horny I was. I wanted her to make love to me, even if it was wrong. “Lisa, I…”

“Yes?”

Instead of saying it with words, I kissed her pointblank, slipping my tongue between her parted lips. I felt her moving away. “Annie, what…?”

“I want this. I want this more than anything.”

Lisa stared at me with surprise and apprehension. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, and to prove I meant it I grabbed hold of her hand and put it on my left breast. “Please make love to me. I love you. I do. I want us to be girlfriends. Don’t you?”

“Annie, why—so sudden?”

“I don’t know. I just need you. Right now.” And before she could say anything, I took off my t-shirt and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Like a mad girl I devoured her lips, sending myself into a sexual frenzy. “Oh, Lisa… I need you… I need you to fuck me.” As I said those words, my mind returned to that moment with Lori at the cafeteria. I almost didn’t recognize myself anymore. Where was that old Annie I knew so well, the one who never used words like that?

“Annie? What?”

I didn’t let her finish. I filled her mouth with my tongue, nibbling those luscious lips while I rubbed my body against hers. She let out a sigh and moaned as I kissed her neck, then smiled shyly as I removed her pajama top. It felt glorious when I felt her breasts touching mine. Slipping a hand between Lisa’s thighs, I touched her mons, then began to rub it.

“Touch my clit,” she whimpered.

As the inexperienced virgin I was, I let my sister guide me and touched her where she wanted. My heart raced when my fingers felt how moist she was. I was ecstatic about Lisa’s reaction to my own desire. We kissed fiercely, then softly, then fiercely again, all the while fingering each other. It was amazing to feel Lisa’s pussy clutching at my wet fingers, and to feel her inside me.

“Let’s take off our panties, then I’ll show you something really nice,” Lisa said, kneeling on the bed. With a catlike smile, my sister hooked up her fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and tugged them off. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this.”

“About what?” I said.

“About kissing you. Undressing you. Making love to you. Making you mine.”

I moaned against the pillow, opening my legs to her, offering my body to my sweet older sister. “Oh, I’m yours, I’m all yours. Just fuck me.”

Lisa gave me a mischievous smile, getting rid of her own panties. In a quick gesture, she slid her slender body on mine. I raised my legs, enjoying the delicious rubbing of her pubis against my pussy, while we kissed like lovers, lost in wild abandon.

“Lisa, please fuck me. Fuck me!” I begged.

I flashed back to the dream I had had earlier, and the image of us lying naked in her bed made me grab her ass and grind her lower body against mine, opening my legs even further. I felt her wetness trickling into my vagina, and a mental picture began to take shape: I imagined Lisa making me pregnant, I imagined having her baby, our baby.

I felt a powerful surge of electricity go through my body, peaking at my nipples, my hands, then my legs and finally my lower belly. My body was shaking helplessly as I came like never before.

Finally I lay limp and bathed in sweat, weak as a newborn kitten.

“Wow, you’re really wild in bed,” Lisa said, smiling down at me and kissing me passionately.

We stared at each other for a long time. I took in her beauty, her jet hair, mussed with sweat and the odors of sex. “You didn’t…” I said.

“That’s okay. There’s plenty of time for you to return the favor.” She smiled. “So… my little sister is still a virgin.”

My eyes went wide and Lisa murmured, “I could feel your hymen when I fingered you.”

I giggled, in spite of myself. “Well, you aren’t. I sure couldn’t feel yours.”

Lisa chuckled, and caressed my face. “Yes, you’re right. I’m not a virgin anymore… thanks to Kylie.”

“Kylie? But she’s a girl. How can she—”

“Girls can lose their virginity to other girls too. One day I’ll show you how… if you let me. Will you?”

I nodded, playing with her hair, so similar to mine. Suddenly I encircled her naked body with my arms.

“What’s the matter?” Lisa said, smiling. “Afraid of losing me all of a sudden?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just happy; happy that this has happened with someone I trust, someone I’ve known my entire life. It doesn’t feel so weird anymore.”

Lisa nuzzled my face. “I love you, Annie. And I really do want us to be girlfriends.”

“I… I’d like that,” I sighed, turning to capture my sweet sister’s mouth in a lover’s kiss.

The End

 

This is Love, Part One

  • Posted on September 9, 2020 at 2:39 pm

By Jan Vincent

I found out very early on, sometime around when I was twelve, that I liked girls far more than boys. Girls were always so alluring, so nice and sweet and smooth. As I am a brunette myself, fair-headed, blue-eyed girls with long, athletic legs were and are my ultimate object of desire. That doesn’t mean I hate men or boys or anything like that. It’s just my sexual libido, and my personal interest revolves around women, with a few very rare exceptions.

I’ve thought long and hard why I am who I am. I dislike labels like “gay,” and “lesbian,” because I hate to be pigeonholed, but I have to use those labels so that people know what I want and, more importantly, what I don’t want from life. I don’t go to “women’s bars” or openly gay meetings or parades. If people do not know me well, they usually think I’m straight as an arrow, because most of my friends are basically hetero. The way I dress doesn’t give away what gender I like to share my bed with. I’ve been called a “lipstick lesbian” even though I rarely put makeup on except for professionally, when I have to, or socially, when I feel like it.

I have a really nice family. I have two wonderful parents, the best you could ask for. They’ve always been there for me, in particular when I needed them most. They are strict and religious, but also generous and sweet toward my sister Lisa and me.

Lisa is and has always been my best friend. She is two years my senior. When we were kids, we fought like most siblings. My mother told me that we used to scratch and bite each other when we were really young, but we eventually grew out of it without much pressure from the adults surrounding us. During our teen years, we really began to bond. It was not an overnight event. It just happened, little by little, in a crescendo of mutual understanding, respect and even admiration.

Lisa is one of the most beautiful girls I know. I don’t just mean in the physical sense. I mean she can be excruciatingly drop-dead gorgeous, sweet and intelligent and aware of other people’s needs. She inherited our parents’ urge to help others when they needed it. Her personality makes everybody smile, including me, and that’s why she was popular as a babysitter during her late teens.

I lost count of the guys who were in love with Lisa in middle and high school, but because our parents were so strict she was not allowed to date. That doesn’t mean that my sister wouldn’t kiss a boy or two, but going out at night with one was out of the question.

I’ve been asked if I was ever jealous of my sister’s popularity. In a way I was, because I craved attention too, but I looked up to her too much to focus on any negative feelings I may have nurtured during that period of our lives. I guess, inadvertently, our parents’ strictness made our bond stronger. We covered for each other on a fairly regular basis.

Lisa once saved my life when we were visiting relatives. We were playing tag near the pool and when one of my cousins tried to tag me I flinched to the side, slipped and fell into the shallow water, hitting my head against the bottom of the pool. I blacked out and would have drowned if it weren’t for Lisa, who immediately jumped into the water and pulled me out, I was told. Fortunately Aunt Missy was a nurse, and told my sister to lay me flat on the ground and keep me from moving. I could have a spinal injury, my aunt said, and any movement could make things far worse. I was rushed into the hospital where she worked and was diagnosed with a mild concussion. I was told I’d been lucky. I could have become paralyzed for the rest of my life, but thanks to Lisa, I was fine in no time.

It was during my recovery that I began to realize how much Lisa meant to me. I could see how worried she was. She felt guilty because playing tag near the pool had been her idea. She stayed with me, calling the nurses whenever I needed something, holding my hand. I guess I fell in love with her a little bit during that time.

From that moment on, Lisa and I were truly inseparable. We did everything together, including hanging out with her friends. She said she didn’t want to lose sight of me ever again, and how horrible it had been when. she thought I had broken my neck and was dead. She had nightmares about it, Lisa said. Sometimes she would come to my room at night just to check if I was breathing, and that made me love her even more.

When she turned eighteen and moved out of the house to attend an out-of-state college, I missed her terribly. My beloved sister was one thousand miles away, having the time of her life, and I couldn’t be with her. We called each other often, but that wasn’t nearly enough.

Looking back at this part of my life, I can see clearly all the signs of infatuation, but at that time I didn’t see it that way. The only thing I knew was that Lisa was my sister and I loved her to death, no matter what, and in my mind, it was normal for a girl my age to feel that way for her own sister, wasn’t it?

I only started questioning my feelings for Lisa a couple of years ago. It was summer break; the weather was warm and sunny, and we were sunbathing on the balcony of her college apartment. I had seen Lisa so many times in her bikini, but that day, for some unknown reason, I noticed the way her nipples strained against the soft cups of her sexy blacktop. It looked as though she was aroused, and my suspicions grew stronger as I noticed the way her hand caressed her left thigh.

That was when I really noticed how desirable my big sister had become. Her shapely body had filled out, especially in the chest and hips. She had a perm and her straight hair was now a luscious bundle of wavy, raven strands full of adorable ringlets that went past her shoulders and down to her midriff. I gasped, and totally against my will, felt my pussy growing damp.

I sat up on the lounger, my cheeks burning with shame. I felt so terribly guilty about my body’s reaction to Lisa’s beauty. Fortunately, my sister had dozed off and hadn’t noticed what had just happened to me. In that moment, my life changed.

***

I hadn’t planned to attend the same college as my sister, but a financial setback forced me to do so. After thirty years with the same company, my father was fired because he wasn’t as productive as he used to be, or so his boss claimed. He did get severance pay, but it wasn’t enough to keep paying the mortgage and cover tuition for the college I’d chosen.

To save money, Lisa suggested that I enroll at her college instead. Not only would the tuition fees be lower, but it would also give us the chance to room together. She said she would love to have me at her place rather than room with a total stranger, having done so during her freshman and sophomore years. My parents couldn’t be happier with Lisa’s suggestion.

So Lisa and I moved into a comfy off-campus two-bedroom apartment with a spacious, relatively private, sun-kissed balcony. Even though my classes wouldn’t start for a couple of weeks, Lisa convinced Mom and Dad to let me leave home early, because good apartments near the university weren’t easy to come by.

When our parents left after dropping me off, I could see the sense of relief in Lisa’s greenish eyes. She grinned at me and then sighed, which made her bangs flutter like a curtain in the wind. “Wow, I’m glad you’re here with me. We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

“You think?” I said, beaming like a fool.

“Oh, definitely,” she said, looking around at the half-open moving boxes with the U-Haul logo on them.

“And what about your boyfriend?”

She straightened herself up and looked at me with a half-amused, half-surprised look. “What boyfriend?”

“I thought Mom was right. That I was an excuse to get back to your boyfriend as soon as possible.”

Lisa smiled at me wickedly. “I don’t have a boyfriend, sis. At least not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“I caught him cheating on me.”

“Really? No way.”

“Yes, little sister. Men do cheat, y’know.”

“He must be crazy.”

“Why?” she asked, glancing at me for a moment while holding a few items she had taken out of a box, including a heavy-looking stone with the shape of a fish a friend had painted for her.

“Because…”

Because?” She stopped looking for a place for her fish, her attention totally fixed on me.

“Because I can’t understand why anyone would do such a thing to you. You’re so… amazing!”

Lisa laughed, tipping her head up. “You’re sweet, baby sis, but I guess he became a little discouraged when I told him straight out I was not going to have sex with him.”

Lisa had finally decided to put down the stonefish on a windowsill when I said, “So you never…”

She turned to me and grinned, putting her hands on her hips. “Nope. I’ve never had sex with a man if that’s what you’re asking.”

“So, you—”

“Yes, baby sis, technically I’m still a virgin, but not really.”

“What do you mean, not really? You’re either are or you’re not. You can’t be both.”

“I’m not gonna tell you any more. You may blab it all out to your friends and Mom will know about it.”

“I swear I won’t tell.”

“No, Annie, let it be.”

“Please?”

Despite my pleading, she refused to explain those words. I pestered Lisa to tell me her secret but to no avail.

***

Movies about college life are complete lies. In spite of the fact that I had a few days without classes, I was already feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of work in front of me. My sister was a true blessing, explaining to me how to be a successful freshman both academically and socially.

One night, after a long, trying day, she invited me to go hang with some girls she knew.

“C’mon, let’s go out tonight. A couple of friends of mine just arrived. Wanna meet them?”

“No, not really. I feel a little bit tired. And—”

“And?”

“To tell you the truth I want to relax, take a long bath, and then watch a movie at home. But you can go. I don’t mind.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I’m a little worried about you.”

“I’m fine. You said I would be, or did you lie to me like all the others?”

Lisa chuckled. “I don’t know what others you’re talking about, but I wasn’t lying to you. Think I’ll call my friends to say hello and stay home too.”

And so she did. I took the long bath I’d yearned for while she cooked dinner. I was relaxing with my eyes closed, enjoying this liquid cocoon made of warm water when she entered the bathroom. Because Lisa is a little bit of a romantic fool, she’d lit up scented candles and put them on the edges of the tub.

“So is that nice, or is that nice?” she asked, looking down at me with a grin, holding a glass of tequila. Although at the time she was only twenty, Lisa had friends who supplied her with all the booze she wanted.

Very nice,” I concurred with a nod. I glanced at her for a moment, then closed my eyes again.

“Hmm, I’m very tempted to join you in there.”

I opened my eyes and without really thinking I said, “Why don’t you?”

“Hmm, it’d be too crowded.”

“I’ll make room for you.” I pulled my legs up and held them to my body. “See? There’s plenty of room.”

“Are you serious?” She downed the rest of her drink with a quick movement of her head and then looked at me with a doubtful expression.

“Yeah, why not? C’mon, hop in. You’ve worked your butt off, now it’s your turn to relax.”

“Dinner’s ready. It’ll get cold if we take too long.”

“We won’t. C’mon.”

After some hesitation, Lisa smiled and giggled. It sounded as if the alcohol was already having an effect on her. “I won’t stay long, okay?” She put her empty glass down on the washbowl and began to tug off her baby pink summer dress. As she raised it past her head, I was surprised to see Lisa wasn’t wearing a bra, only matching pink panties thinly hemmed with lace.

I’d seen Lisa naked many times, but never had I seen her undressing to share a bath with me. The balcony episode was still fresh in my mind, and I started questioning my reasons for inviting Lisa in. Did I want to seduce her? Or just impress her? Why would I want to share a bath with her otherwise? Because we could? Because Mom and Dad were miles away and this was my twisted way of commemorating my newly gained freedom from parent surveillance?

Anyway, the idea of me seducing another girl didn’t even begin to make sense. Even though I kind of knew I liked girls more than boys, on a conscious level I’d never been interested in a specific girl before. After all, lesbianism was a mortal sin, I was told. And Lisa was my own sister to boot. If lesbianism were a sin, then incest would be far worse, right?

Without really noticing what I was doing, when Lisa hopped in the tub, my eyes fell on her mons, now devoid of the pink panties.

“What are you looking at?” she said, her hands on her hips, staring at me with a veiled smile.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Never seen a shaved pussy before?” Lisa asked in a teasing tone of voice I was so familiar with.

“Lisa, don’t be so—”

“Vulgar?” she completed. “You sound like Mom. You’re not her, so don’t.”

I got a little bit annoyed by her comparison. I didn’t find it fair and was about to say so when I felt Lisa’s legs touch the sides of my ribcage. “Sorry, there isn’t much space in here,” she said, giggling.

“That’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have invited you in.”

Silence fell between us, as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the soft edge of the tub. This allowed me to stare at her breasts—in particular, at her nipples, poking out of the water as though she was aroused. And it didn’t help that she had her legs open, both hands cupping her vulva beneath the water.

Out of the blue I decided to tease her and said, “Are you playing with yourself?”

Lisa opened her eyes—surprised at first, removing her hands from her crotch. She soon regained her composure, sitting up in the tub. “No, I wasn’t,” she said, widening her tentative smile into a grin. “Do you want me to?”

“No, of course n-not!” I was shocked at her suggestion. I pressed my own folded legs against my body. Despite my quick denial, I felt my labia open up just a little, that familiar throb returning.

I remembered the time my mother told me not to touch myself between my legs, as it was not proper or ladylike. I wasn’t even conscious of what I was doing when she swatted my hands away from my pleated skirt-covered crotch. I told Mom I wasn’t doing anything, but she didn’t believe me.

“Keep your hands next to you, not there,” Mom had said.

Lisa moved in the tub, one of her legs sliding against my side, making me snap out of childhood memories. I stared at her, returning her quizzical gaze. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” she finally said. “I didn’t mean to. You know I was kidding, right?”

“I know, I just­…” I told her about Mom’s reaction to my unladylike position on the sofa.

“Oh, Annie, don’t worry. You know how Mom is. It’s the way she was brought up. Don’t pay attention when she goes on like that. I sure don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“No, not really. I do play with myself, you know. In fact, if I were alone in this tub, I’d probably do it right now.”

“But since when do you—”

“Since always.” My eyes widened, and she giggled. “Hey, I shocked you twice in a row! Sorry about that.”

“No, I’m not shocked.” It was true, I wasn’t. I was only a little bit breathless and surprised. I was learning a few things about my older sister I didn’t know. “Since always? What do you mean, since always?”

“Don’t worry so much about it. It’s just natural. I just do what my body wants and needs. It’s a great way to fall asleep.”

“But weren’t you worried that Mom—”

“No, I stopped paying attention to Mom’s worries and hang-ups about sex a long time ago. You should, too.”

Lisa and I lingered in that tub for a few minutes longer, talking about our shared childhood and the way our parents, especially Mom, had repressed our sexuality. The fact that Lisa had managed to set herself free from that conditioning was an amazing thing to me.

When we finally got out of the tub, I felt a strange mix of confusion, relief and disappointment. I could understand why I was confused and relieved, but I wasn’t sure why I was so disappointed. Or maybe I did know, but lied to myself about it.

***

A few days later, Lisa and I were invited to a welcome party for freshmen like me. I was nervous, but calmed down a little when my sister told me she knew a few people who would be there and she’d introduce me to them.

“What should I wear?” I asked Lisa, checking myself out in the closet mirror in her bedroom. “Jeans or a dress?”

“A dress, definitely,” she answered, trying on a short black dress that set off her pale skin, framed by that pitch-black hair. “The party will be next to the Student Union Hall, and because I belong to the USG, I have to dress up. So you should too.”

“USG? What’s that?”

“Undergraduate Student Government: It’s a guild of students for undergrads.”

“I didn’t know that. Since when?”

“Since last year. I won the election for Vice President. Now hurry up. You still don’t know lots of things about me. Live and learn.”

When I was about finished dressing, and as busy and fussy as I was, Lisa and I bumped against each other at the bathroom doorway. I took a step back and said. “Oops! Sorry.”

“No big deal,” she said, smiling at me.

For a few seconds, I could only stare at her. She looked… so absolutely perfect. The eyeliner around her eyes made their greenness stand out even more than usual. Her lips were covered with a patina of light pinkish gloss. And her black dress suited her to perfection, making her body look longer and slimmer.

For that short moment of awe and surprise, Lisa didn’t seem to be my sister anymore. She looked like an adorable stranger, a breathtaking woman, a vision of a fallen angel dressed to kill.

“What?” she asked. “Hello? Are you okay?”

I snapped out of my trance and said, “Sure, sorry. I’m not used to seeing you like this.”

“Is it too much, you think?”

“No, no, you look gorgeous.”

“You sure?” she said, cocking her head to the side, her smile turning slowly into a grin.

“Sure I’m sure,” I said, my nervousness increasing. I tugged at my dress, pulling it down a little.

“Okay. Thanks, Annie. You look pretty hot, too. So… are you ready?”

“No, I still need to comb my hair.”

“I’ll do it for you. Please, calm down and stop fussing with your dress. You’re gonna ruin it.”

Without a word of protest from me, I let Lisa guide me into the bathroom. Patiently, she began to untangle my hair with a brush. With a few strokes, her hands produced a miracle. She turned my disheveled head into something presentable.

“Wow, you’ve become so beautiful, little sis. We’re going to have so much fun, you and me. I can guarantee you that.”

I smiled into the mirror. Seeing Lisa so close to me, I was unable to stop a sudden, overwhelming surge of love for her. I turned and kissed my big sister on the cheek.

Lisa smiled at me, kissed me back, and we hugged. I whispered into her ear, “Lisa, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“Me too,” she replied, her arms pulling me closer to her.

“I love you,” I said.

Lisa took a step back and looked at me. “I know, baby sis. I know you do. But c’mon now, let’s go. I want to party, party all night!”

***

When Lisa and I arrived at the party tent near the Student Union Hall, I saw many heads turn toward us. The fact that we came in holding hands—Lisa’s idea—was getting us more attention than I liked. I kept myself from pulling away, though.

A guy came out of the crowd and gave Lisa a hug. “So, how are you, girl?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you in ages.” And since Lisa was still holding my hand, he added, “And who’s this? Your new girlfriend?”

“Yeah, she is,” she said, grinning and sending me a glance that meant I should be quiet. I couldn’t help but gape stupidly at her.

“And does she have a name?” he said, eyeing me from head to toe.

“It’s Annie, she’s a freshman.”

The guy snickered. “Oh, you like them young.”

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding and squeezing my hand tighter, as if to assure me that it was all a big joke. “The younger the better, but up to a point.” Then she looked at me and said, “Come on, babe. Let me introduce you to other people I know.”

I followed her lead, blinking my eyes, confused and almost breathless. I didn’t understand what she was up to, and it distressed me.

When the guy no longer could hear us, I pulled her close and gave her a quizzical look. “Lisa, what on earth are you—”

“Just play along, sis,” she said. “Let them think you’re my new girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend? But—” I wasn’t able to continue, though, before Lisa was enveloped by another pair of arms. This time it was a young woman, an attractive blonde wearing a tight red dress and a beaded evening shawl. The same questions were asked about my identity, and my sister told the same lie.

“She’s absolutely stunning,” the woman-in-red said. “And you look so much alike. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sisters.”

Hearing this, I removed my hand from Lisa’s, already beginning to panic a little. I wouldn’t have been so nervous if the circumstances had been different. I figured Lisa was probably pulling a practical joke on her friends, but somehow it didn’t feel that way to me. If I hadn’t secretly felt desire for my sister on two separate occasions, I would gladly play along like she’d asked. However, knowing that my conscience wasn’t clear on the matter, Lisa’s little prank hit too close to home.

As I began to move away, Lisa hurried after me and said, “I’m sorry, Annie. It’s a joke, just a stupid joke.”

“What is—listen, are you hazing me?” I said, turning to her, holding my shallow breath.

“No, I was hazing them.”

“Lisa, I—I don’t like this joke. Please stop saying we’re girlfriends.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I just thought—”

“What?”

“It was a crazy idea I had when we took that bath together. I’m—” Lisa wasn’t able to finish her sentence. Once again, we were surrounded by Lisa’s friends. They hugged me too, saying, “Wow, Lisa knows how to choose her girlfriends. You look fantastic.” And that whirlwind of people took us to a low-lit corner where guys and girls leaned and sat on multicolored beanbags.

Despite the dim light, I could see that Lisa and I were the center of attention. I felt terribly uncomfortable and turned crimson every time I noticed the intent stare of curious faces. I wished to God that evening would end as soon as possible. To make matters worse, some of Lisa’s friends took her away from me, leaving me all alone and vulnerable.

Luckily, some drunk girl started doing a lewd dance, so everyone started paying attention to her instead. I slipped into a quiet corner and tried to be invisible. Finally, though, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to find my sister.

I looked for Lisa in the tent, but couldn’t find her. Eventually, I asked a bunch of loud partiers if they had seen Lisa and one of the guys said, “Yeah, she went to the bathroom.”

“And where is it?” I shouted over the booming music.

“In the Union building. Second door to the right.”

After asking twice where the main entrance of the building was, I managed to find the bathrooms. As I entered the girls’ room, I heard someone laughing out loud, obviously intoxicated.

“Hey, Lisa,” said a girl leaning on one of the sinks. “Your girlfriend’s here.” She gave me the once-over and smiled, blowing the smoke of her joint upwards. “Hey, checking if your squeeze is cheating on ya?”

“My girlfriend?” I heard Lisa say. I saw her come out of one of the stalls and then turn toward me. “Annie, how did you find me?”

I told her how, frowning, somewhat angry with her because she’d put me in such an awkward, humiliating position. I was being laughed at for no good reason.

After an embarrassing moment of silence, Lisa eventually said, “Annie, let me introduce you to my friends.” Pointing to the smoking girl, she added, “This is Kylie. And the girl in the stall is Mandy.”

Seeing Kylie’s smirk and the condescending way she looked at me, I became angry. On impulse, I decided to get into my role as Lisa’s lover. She’s pushed me too far, and I was going to get even.

I said, “And what were you doing with Mandy in the stall? I can’t trust you, can I? Why are you doing this to me? You tell me how much you need me, and now you cheat on me with her?”

Lisa took a step back, surprised at my outburst. “What…”

“If you don’t want me in your life anymore, just say it, but don’t you dare to deny you were cheating on me with her.” I emphasized the last two words, pointing at the girl in the stall.

“But Annie, it’s not what you think. We were—I was….”

I spun around, stalked out of the bathroom, and marched out of the building, grinning and proud of myself. The joke was supposed to be on me, was it? Well, I’d just turned the tables. I strode faster across the Student Union lawn.

“Annie, wait.” It was Lisa and she was running toward me. “Wait. Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.”

“So soon?” she said, panting and puffing as she stood in front of me. Her hair had gotten loose from the artsy bun I’d helped her with when we were getting ready.

“Yeah,” I said.

“What happened in there? What was the big idea?”

“You wanted me to be your girlfriend, so I reacted like one.”

“Annie, don’t go. Not just yet. I’m sorry if—”

“That’s fine. You have your fun. I… I’m just too tired right now. I want to go home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Okay,” she said, then hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Be safe. And call me when you arrive home. I have to stay; otherwise, I’d go with you.”

“I know. Have fun. See you tomorrow.” And with that, I removed myself from her embrace and walked away. On the way home, I realized that I’d just had the most surreal evening of my life.

***

The next day was Saturday. Lisa and I were supposed to clean the apartment and do the laundry. I felt really tired and almost couldn’t get out of bed. With heavy eyelids and walking like a zombie, I managed to shamble into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my hair and made my way into the kitchen. To my surprise, Lisa was already dressed and fixing breakfast.

“Wow,” I said. “I didn’t know you were an early riser.”

“Well, I’m not… but today, for some reason, I wanted to wake up early and surprise you.”

“Are you trying to make amends for last night?”

Lisa stared at me with a contrite look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel bad. I just thought it was a cute joke, you know.”

I sat at the table while she served an extremely delicious-looking breakfast. The French toast smelled divine. “Nice of you to prepare breakfast for your little sister, or should I say, ‘girlfriend’?”

“I’m sorry,” said Lisa, reaching out for my hand across the table. She looked a little sad and nervous. Her hand was cold and trembled somewhat. “I didn’t know that would freak you out so much. It was a joke gone wrong. Can you forgive me?”

“Did you tell them the truth, or do your friends still think we’re a couple?”

Lisa looked down at her food and said, “Well, uh, not really.”

“What do you mean, not really? You either told them or you didn’t.”

“Well, I couldn’t.”

I searched for her eyes, but her long hair kept her face hidden from me. “Lisa, what’s going on? I don’t understand. I thought you had a boyfriend. I don’t get this, this story of you having a girlfriend. Why would they think you’d have a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend? And why me? Why would you choose me to take part in this cock-and-bull story? You know, Mom and Dad wouldn’t like this at all.”

Sudden panic appeared in her eyes. “You—you’re not going to tell them, are you?”

“Of course not. Calm down. I’ve never ratted you out. I’m not going to start now.”

“Well, you did once.”

“When?”

“About Johnny.”

“That doesn’t count. I was—”

“Jealous, I know,” said Lisa, facing me, biting her lips.

“Jealous? No, I wasn’t jealous. I was worried about you. You were sneaking out in the middle of the night to be with him. He could’ve hurt you, you know. And he was a drug dealer, for God’s sake!”

“That’s what people said, but I’ve never seen him selling dope.”

“Of course not. He was trying to impress you. What would you expect?”

There was a moment of silence between us. We ate breakfast, our eyes avoiding each other. The truth was there to be caught and swept in, but we both had reasons to lie.

“Annie,” she finally said, staring at me. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but you’ve got to promise me you won’t tell anyone at home.”

“What?”

“I—I like girls. It’s been that way since… since always. I know I’ve had my share of boyfriends, but I knew deep in my heart that—”

“You’re gay?” I said, completing and turning her sentence into a question.

“Yes, I can’t deny that. At least not to you.”

I was flabbergasted. “But—but that’s not possible.”

“Why not?” She frowned at me, becoming defensive.

There was a long pause before I could say: “Because I like girls too. Since always.”

On to Part Two!

 

The Gymnast

  • Posted on July 21, 2020 at 3:25 pm

by JT Ozman

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in November 2005 }

My name is unimportant, but for the purpose of this telling, I’ll call myself Gina. The story I’m about to tell is important, though.

What has happened, what I’ve done, I can no longer keep hidden from myself if not to everyone else. I’m in my low thirties with long, almost platinum blond hair, attractive, female and a lesbian. I’m what most would call a lipstick lesbian. I’m feminine in all ways except for my attraction to women. Young women in general, young girls now in particular.

Usually, I confine my sexual hunting grounds to what would be socially acceptable locations. Nightclubs, bars on occasion, and social gatherings at the homes of friends with like-minded tastes. However, this one time I’m going to tell you about was different… and while the world as a whole might condemn me for it, I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t do it again. If that means I’ll burn in hell, then bring on the gasoline and matches.

I am a former gymnast of Olympic ability, but on the way to the Olympics, a pulled hamstring right before team qualification sidelined me for good. It was the last chance for me to compete in that world gathering and it passed me by. I was good, very good. Good enough now to train young girl gymnasts in their climb to greatness.

One young girl in particular — and her name is Tanya.

Just the thought of her makes my heart race and my blood flush through my body, especially to my sex. It will be difficult to write this down without masturbating several times throughout the telling.

Tanya showed amazing grace and ability, and the power in her small frame was stupendous. The height that she would attain in the floor exercises was a wonder to behold. Her dismounts from the parallel bars were spectacular and she rarely missed sticking a landing. She was utterly fearless on the balance beam, her routine leaving me breathless. But her gymnastic skills were not the true reason for the quickening of my heartbeat whenever I saw her.

The first time I encountered Tanya, she had just finished her routine on the parallel bars and was walking away to speak with one of the team coaches. She was wearing a black leotard spotted with the white chalk that had rubbed off the bars. It was the chalk that drew my eyes to the mound of her pubis, making it even more pronounced to the view. She glanced down and casually brushed the chalk away… and my body twitched ever so slightly. She turned away from me and I could see that the material of her outfit had crept into the cleft of her bottom, revealing a little more of her that would be normally seen. With a quick, practiced move, she slipped her thumbs into the leg openings and pulled the leotard free. I heard my name spoken and jumped. I had been gawking at this young girl and was oblivious to the world.

“Hey, Gina, where are you?” It was Rachel, the head of the gymnastics club.

I laughed, “Outer Mongolia!” She put an arm around my shoulder and guided me along as we walked.

“Well, get back soon, because I have some star talent that I want you to meet… and share your expertise with, I hope.”

There was no hidden meaning in the phrase. If Rachel had any idea of my sexual orientation, she never let it slip, and I did nothing to hint at it myself. Besides, that was exactly why I was here. To help train young gymnasts.

Rachel clapped her hands smartly as she approached her class. “Girls, I want you to meet Gina.”

Five girls turned as one, proud smiles on their faces as they acknowledged my presence. And there was Tanya. Her eyes were bright with gray irises set inside a heart shaped face. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was the first to extend a hand in greeting and I hoped I didn’t appear too eager in taking it in mine. She was petite, as most of the girls in this sport were, with small, but noticeable breasts, and a beautiful compact body. It was right then, as I held her delicate hand, that I knew I wanted her. I would throw all caution aside to taste this delectable morsel.

I released her and my heart raced as her fingers slid away from mine. I quickly shook hands with all the other girls and introductions were made. Rachel lauded my abilities, warning them that I was an exacting taskmaster and would expect only their best efforts. And she was right. I worked up a sweat from those girls, as I think no other had before. They were eager, they hungered for a spot on an Olympic team and they did everything I asked of them. One of them more so than the others.

Tanya was constantly asking me questions about technique and how a particular move could be done more cleanly or precisely. I was happy to oblige her every request and assisted her in moves that would require placing my hands on her slender body. I was careful though and remained professional the entire time. I lusted for this child, but I am a committed trainer and business was the order of the day when business was required. There would be time, I told myself, and there would be opportunities.

As Mary Poppins said, “There is an element of fun, in every job to be done.” Or something to that effect, and this was no different except that the fun came unplanned and unexpected. I was observing Tanya on the balance beam while she was performing a simple pose, balancing on one foot while her leg extended behind her, the rest of her body forward, arms outstretched to the sides. She slipped and fell towards me. I’m still not sure if this was intentional or not, I never thought to ask, but I reached out to hold her up. She was too far along to stop and fell against me. In my effort to stop her, my hand slid down the inside of her leg to her crotch. It was warm and damp from her perspiration and my index finger pressed into the cleft of her sex.

I quickly pulled away and asked with a decidedly flustered sound in my voice if she was all right. Her face flushed as blood rushed to her cheeks. “Yes, yes I am,” she said breathlessly.

Several girls and coaches gathered around us and the team doctor did a quick examination of Tanya and pronounced her in good health. I breathed a sigh of release; I would have hated to see a young girl’s dream end in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked again if she was all right. She said yes and quickly embraced me in a surprisingly strong hug. Her face pressed so firmly into one of my breasts that I thought for sure she could feel my nipple stiffen. Just as quickly she pulled away, smiling sweetly as she looked over her shoulder before entering the girls’ changing room.

The club had put me up in the local Holiday Inn, and as soon as I had locked my door I flopped back on the bed and began masturbating. I hadn’t even taken my running pants off, I was so inflamed! My fingers found the inflamed nubbin of the clitoris and went to work. It was stiff and felt more erect than ever. Who’d have thought a lesbian could be erect!

I saw Tanya and imagined her nude and glistening, her pale, creamy body against mine. As my fingers plunged into my slit, the squishing sounds of masturbation played counterpoint to the gentle creak of the motel bed.

And then I had my orgasm. God, it was beautiful, my body went stiff and then blessedly relaxed. I rolled on to my belly, fingers slowly plumbing my depths and realized I was whispering her name. “Tanya… Tanya… oh, sweet Tanya.”

I had to have her, to hold her, taste her, and have her taste me, have her slide her fingers into my cunt and fuck me silly! In place of her sweet quim I took my honey-coated fingers and without hesitation, slipped them into my mouth and imagined that it was her pussy I tasted. Before long my fevered mind brought my pussy to a boil and once again my hands massaged my sex into a gooey, glorious orgasmic mess before I drifted off to sleep.

The days went by without incident and the time I spent with these young girls would soon pass. I was impressed and proud of what we had accomplished in our short time together. Too short, I was sad to say. Tanya showed special promise that anyone could see, not just to my loving eyes, and we spent many professional moments together during the week.

It was torture for me to be so close to this delectable creature but I maintained my respectability amongst everyone. Oh, it’s not like I didn’t fantasize when she bent over at the waist and that cute little ass availed itself to me, and I could imagine those lovely thighs framing my ears. Or how she would react when I gently tweaked the nipples on her diminutive breasts.

I tried to devise ways for me to be alone with Tanya so I could seduce the child. The shower room offered possibilities but there were always others around. The image of Tanya’s body covered with soapy lather caused a twinge of delight between my legs whenever I pictured it.

It was coming to the end of my stay with the club. I was saddened, knowing I was to leave this wonderful collection of aspiring gymnasts, though I fully expected to see some of them in the upcoming summer Olympics. But of course, I was most saddened by the fact that I may never see my dear Tanya again or share the delights that females could enjoy together.

Then Providence struck.

I was scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow when Rachel asked a favor of me. She was to have given Tanya a private lesson the next day but had to go out of town to prepare for the next gymnastics meet and asked if I could take her place. Calmly, I replied that I wouldn’t mind at all. In my mind, though, I was screaming with delight!

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, her face showing concern. I then realized that I needed to breathe!

I told Rachel I would be happy to help out. She gave me keys to the gym and explained how the alarm system worked and suggested that we keep the doors locked since we would be the only ones there in the morning. I listened very attentively and had her repeat everything twice. This was my opportunity and I was not about to let anything go wrong!

“Where do I pick her up?” I asked.

“Oh, her mom will bring her.” SHIT! Now, what am I going to do? “I hope you don’t mind watching her until we get back. Her mother is going with me tomorrow and her father won’t be coming home `till late in the day.”

My face flushed and grew heated with excitement. “No, not at all,” I croaked out.

“Are you feeling all right?” Rachel was really concerned now and almost insisted I see a doctor that day. Oh, I definitely would be seeing a doctor after tomorrow. For a sprained tongue and a sore clit, if things went as I wanted!

I arrived at the gym an hour earlier than Tanya was expected, to prepare my tender trap. The club gym had large storefront type windows so that passers-by could see the girls in action and encourage others to explore their possible talents. Fortunately, there were three back rooms for more private instruction so that a girl could practice without any distractions. These suited my purposes perfectly. I placed at least a dozen towels in each room to make cleaning up any sweat and… other secretions easy.

There was a knock on the door and I saw Tanya standing there, hair pulled back in her usual bun, eyes bright and a 10,000-watt smile.

My heart started racing and the blood flushed throughout my body. I was getting wet. I took a deep breath and forced down my feelings. It was like cornering a ferocious lion with a whip and chair that clawed towards the last shred of self-control within me. But I’ve used whips before, and not just the metaphorical type. The lioness would run free soon enough.

Her mother stood beside her, smiling and waving to me. I could see where Tanya inherited her pretty looks. She was gorgeous, about 33 or so with full lips and luscious curves. She was wearing stretch pants that defined her vulva, and a sweater that was filled with promises that would be passed on to her daughter. I quickly went to the door and let them both in.

“Hi, I’m Tanya’s mother, Elaine. It’s so nice to meet you. Tanya here constantly talks about how much you’ve taught her. Now if you could only help her with her school studies!”

“Mom!” cried Tanya, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” She pecked a kiss on the girl’s cheek. “I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Mom,” and Tanya hugged her mother before the woman turned to leave.

“Have fun, you two!” the woman cheerfully cried as she departed. Oh, God, I thought.

I saw Rachel in the car, along with a girl of about ten or so, and waved to her. She waved back, a smile on her face. Shortly after that the car left the parking lot and we were alone.

I turned to Tanya. “Who was that in the car with your mom and Rachel?”

“Oh, that was my little sister Joy. She’s eleven.”

“How old are you, by the way?”

“I’ll be fourteen next month!” she chirped.

“You’ll have to give me your address so I can send you a birthday card. Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I put a friendly arm around her shoulder and I felt her arm wrap around my waist.

We started with the balance beam, Tanya’s weakest event. She quickly removed her warm-up suit and I felt that lioness slash at my resolve. She was wearing an all white leotard and it glowed against her ivory skin.

As she went through her warm-up routine I watched her carefully. Her ass was marvelous, tight twin globes stretching the material of her outfit. I was treated to a tasty view as Tanya began stretching by slightly spreading her legs and touching her forehead to one of her knees. I gazed at the swath of cloth that ran between her legs, concealing the jewel of her sex.

When she finished, she turned and announced she was ready. So much beauty in her small, almost prepubescent body. The seam of her leg openings disappeared into the crease of her thighs and her pubic mound became even more pronounced. I wanted to ravish her right then and there!

As she went through her routine I was no longer appraising her movements in a professional way, but as a woman in heat. Several of her moves were slow and deliberate, such as where she would do a handstand and slowly spread her legs, and I thought I could see the material of her crotch dip into the slit of her sex.

She righted herself up and balanced on one leg as the other stretched out behind her. At that moment she wobbled and I quickly went to her side. It was the same situation as the first time when she fell but now I had a good hold of her with one hand under her chest and the other holding her under the thigh inches from her crotch. I felt her chest expand in a deep breath as did mine and the muscle of her leg tensed.

“Relax,” I said and she nodded. Her eyes closed and she smiled slightly. I released her and stepped back to watch her complete her routine. She dismounted with a twist in the air and stuck the landing, lifting both hands high over her head causing her chest to thrust forward. She wore no bra beneath her outfit, and her nipples were quite visible through the thin material.

Tanya skipped over to me and hugged me tightly, thanking me for my help. We discussed her routine and I made a few suggestions to improve her style before we went to the uneven parallel bars.

The top bar was too high for her to reach, so I lifted her at the waist and she began her routine. She was trying out a new technique and was having difficulty, so she asked me to show her how it was done.

I was wearing jeans and a sweater and said that it was an inappropriate outfit for gymnastics.

“Just do it in your underwear,” she giggled, “no one will see you!”

Who’s trying to seduce who? I thought. But who was I to prevent a young girl’s quest for excellence? I nonchalantly began disrobing until all I had on was a lacy white bra that did little to conceal my nipples and a pair of white string bikini panties.

“I feel a little exposed,” I said and gave a nervous laugh.

Tanya giggled. “It’s just us girls!” But she seemed to be very interested in my outfit, all the same.

I jumped up to reach the bar and began the routine. As I transitioned from the high bar to the low bar I realized that it required me to spread my legs wide and it had to reveal the dark wet spot in my panties. Would she notice? What would she think?

I would find out soon enough because the second time I did it, Tanya had positioned herself right in front of the low bar. I came at her, legs spread wide again as I grabbed the low bar and collided into her, my pussy into her tummy. My legs instinctively wrapped around her as I released the bar and fell backward, pulling her down with me. Tanya shrieked with shock and amusement and clung to me for dear life.

We lay together, laughing hysterically and embracing each other, my legs still crossed behind her back. When we finally stopped and took a breath I asked, “Why were you standing in my path? What were you thinking, Tanya?”

“This,” was all she said and she kissed me on the mouth, then pulled back to see my reaction.

“Tell me again,” I whispered, and she closed her eyes, drawing close to me.

This time our lips were parted, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached up to cup her face as my tongue reciprocated.

This girl was knowledgeable. My hands roamed over the back of her body down to that tight little girl ass. As I fondled her butt, she responded with increased fervor, pressing her mound aggressively into mine. The juices flowed from my pussy, transforming my panties into a sponge. As we kissed I felt a small hand reach between my legs and begin to massage the wet material, forcing it up into my hole.

I had to get this child naked as soon as possible. I had her stand up as I knelt in front of her, and pressed my mouth against her mound.

Heat emanated through the material and I could smell the scent of her pussy. I opened my mouth and tongued her through the cloth. She gasped and placed her hands on my head, gently drawing me into her as she moved her hips forward. I nuzzled her mound, hands moving to fondle her ass while I glued my mouth to her soaked crotch. Tanya ground her vulva into my face, her breathing deep and passionate, sweet moans passing from her lips. I pressed my tongue hard into her, so much that I swear I could feel the tip of her clit.

Suddenly Tanya’s body began to shake and spasm as an orgasm raced through her body. Her legs went slack and she collapsed to the floor breathing hard, mouth agape. I ran a caressing hand over her body, gently touching her budding breasts, lightly stroking her tummy before resting it between her thighs. She looked so beautiful, a vision of innocence and vice laid out before me. But I needed to taste her pussy, to feel my tongue in her vagina.

I straddled her lithe form, grasping the collar of her outfit and began removing it, leaving Tanya in only her gym panties. My hands flowed over her chest teasing the tips of her breasts. Tanya closed her eyes and arched her back, a rapturous expression on her face.

“You like that?” I whispered into her ear and ran my tongue along the ridges before slipping it inside. She moaned and reached for one of my breasts, cupping it in her small hand, kneading the flesh, seeking out the hard nipple. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Parting my lips, I sucked one of her rosy pink nipples into my mouth. She slipped her hands into my hair, running her fingers through it, taking a handful to her face and inhaling deeply. I released the nipple and blew gently on it, seeing it stiffen before I switched to the other one before giving it a little bite. Her eyes flew open in surprise.

“It’s a love bite, honey,” I cooed.

“It hurt!” she laughed.

“Then let me make it feel better,” and I sucked it once again.

But I needed the distinctive taste of her pussy, so I kissed a trail down across her belly to her intoxicatingly wet panties. I licked the glistening wet spot on her belly from where my own soaked panties had rested. She giggled and said it tickled. I grabbed the elastic of her panties and she raised her butt off the mat, legs lifting into the air. I pulled Tanya’s underpants free and held the sodden crotch to my face, breathing deeply of the musky scent.

Finally, I tossed them aside and gazed at my ultimate prize: Tanya’s slit. It had the faint beginnings of pubic hair, bright red and curly, her labia glimmering with a patina of wetness. I knelt down between her legs and placed my hands on her vulva, parting the flesh to reveal the pinkest cunt I’d ever scene. Yes, I said cunt. It’s the best word to describe what I saw. In this context it was a beautiful word and an even more beautiful sight. The pink of her inner flesh was set off by her pale skin.

Heart racing, I lowered my face to her cunt, covering it completely with my mouth. Tanya reacted by lifting her hips, as if trying to fuck my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her as deep as I could go to taste the inside of that virgin vagina, drinking the copious fluids that emanated from her body. Her body writhed on the floor and I put all my talents to work eating her cunt. It wouldn’t be long before she would come again, and I concentrated on her clit, pursing my lips around the cute little nub, sucking intensely while the tip of my tongue flitted against the pink pearl with the speed of a hummingbird’s wing.

Suddenly her body convulsed and her lithe legs squeezed me in orgasmic delight. Her ass lifted up off the mat and she humped my face, coating it with a sticky sheen of vaginal secretions. What wasn’t on my face was quickly slurped up by my sucking mouth. Tanya’s jaw opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes screwed shut so tightly I thought they might never open again. Finally, she collapsed back onto the mat, her body limp as a dishrag.

“Fuck!” She gasped in that little girl voice. “My pussy… oh, God, my pussy…”

I moved my head up to meet hers, turned Tanya’s face to me and kissed her, our tongues swirling against each other. After a long, lovely while I broke away. “What about your pussy?”

She blushed, looked away from me for just a moment, then giggled. “Well, first of all, I can taste it on your lips!”

“And I can still taste you on my lips,” I replied, and to emphasize it I ran my tongue in a languid way over them. “Mmmmm… delicious! Didn’t you think so?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.

“Let me prove it,” and I gently probed her pussy with two fingers, then held them to my nose and sniffed them. “Mmmmm, nice.” She watched intently as I put both fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. “As I said, delicious.”

She hesitated. “Can I have another taste?”

I stroked her face with my fingertips and gave her a peck on the lips. “Of course,” I whispered. Once again I reached between Tanya’s legs and probed her pussy, but this time I went deeper, gently pumping in and out. By now, her vagina was well lubricated, and my fingers slid easily into her body. I explored the vaginal walls and Tanya churned her hips to my motions, moaning softly. I had two fingers past the second knuckle inside her and opened them up into a V, twisting them inside until a third orgasm rippled through her.

As she recovered, I slid my fingers from her pussy. She shivered as they pulled free, glistening with wetness, and I brought them to her face. “Have a taste.”

She took them into her mouth. Her tongue slithered over every inch of my fingers until she had cleaned them of her own juice.

“It does taste good!” she exulted and buried her face in my shoulder. “I want to lick you now.”

“Anything for you, baby.” She started to get up but I gently pushed her back against the mat. “Let me,” I whispered.

I straddled her face with my blond-haired pussy. I don’t believe in shaving my bush — a neat trim, maybe, but that’s all. My pussy hair is naturally blond and is a beautiful sight, curling enticingly around my labia. I pulled my lips apart to reveal my throbbing clit.

“What do I do?” She asked.

“Anything you want, darling,” and I lowered my cunt to that pretty little face.

She didn’t need much instruction, though her technique was a bit frantic at first. I instructed her to slow down and to concentrate on my clitoris, occasionally slipping her tongue into my vagina.

“That’s good, baby,” I moaned as she found her rhythm. “Just like that.” She was eager to please and a fast learner, eagerly gulping down the flow from my cunt. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting my sex against her face, my essence flowing like a river into my lover’s open mouth.

Her hands reached up to my boobs, caressing and squeezing them, tugging at my stiff nipples. My hips thrust faster and faster until I exploded in a shuddering climax. I fell forward onto my hands, panting for breath. Finally I rolled onto my back, reaching down to cup my gooey vulva.

“Baby, you’re incredible,” I said.

She smiled as she licked my honey from her lips, then her fingers. I closed my eyes, and suddenly she was face down in my crotch, licking me all over again.

I didn’t resist — in fact, I had an idea. “Rub my pussy with your hand.”

“Like this?” she asked, touching me.

“Yeah, but make sure you get your hand really wet.” She rubbed every part of my sex until her hand was coated with my cream. “Now put your whole hand inside me,” I demanded.

Her eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Do it now!” I gasped. I was on fire and needed to be filled. Most women’s hands are too big to fist me, but I suspected that this little bear’s paw would be just right.

First, the tips of her fingers entered me, and there was a bit of resistance. Tanya hesitated, but I encouraged her to keep going… and before long she had her hand buried to the wrist in my cunt.

“Now make a fist, sweetie,” Such a wonderful feeling, to have a little girl’s hand inside me! Her fist was a hardball inside my vagina, and I told her to pump me with it, in and out.

Tanya started out slowly, cautiously, but as my passion increased she realized that I wanted her to go faster, harder, deeper.

“Fuck me, Tanya, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard!”

She complied, her fist pistoning inside me. On the outstroke, her fist would stretch my pussy opening wider than any dildo I’d ever had. Then she would plunge back in until her knuckles touched my cervix. It was utterly magnificent. My climax was rapidly approaching and I had her stay deep inside and twist her hand as fast as possible.

“Oh, FUCK!” I screamed as I came. Tanya only kept going until I begged her to stop. My body was wracked with ecstasy, squeezing my lover’s hand as I quivered for several minutes.

Wet, sucking sounds were heard as Tanya pulled her hand out of my body. Her arm was coated with my wetness, right up to her elbow. Her face had a look of amazement at what had just transpired.

I smiled at her. “Thank you.”

She giggled. “You’re welcome!” She began to lick my juices off her arm, but I stopped her.

“Didn’t your mom teach you to share?” I teased, and we both licked her clean, pausing often to share heated kisses.

For the next several hours we enjoyed each other’s bodies in all kinds of lovely ways. We even found time to work on her routines, in the nude of course, with breaks for more than one session of oral pleasure.

However, all good things must come to an end, and this was no exception. We played a bit in the shower and her soapy body was just as much fun to play with I imagined it would be. As we dressed I held her still-fragrant panties. I wanted a souvenir.

“Can I keep these?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Sure,” she chirped, and I stuffed them in my purse. There would be many a night in the weeks to come when I would masturbate with these panties on my face.

“Can I have yours?” she asked.

I explained that I would love to give them to her, but we had to think about the possible consequences if her mother found them. She pouted, but I had a handkerchief embroidered with my initials that I used to wipe my pussy before handing it to her. She held it to her face and inhaled my scent.

Rachel and Tanya’s mom would be arriving soon, so we exchanged a few hot, hungry kisses while we waited. Finally, they arrived, and I bid my little angel farewell.

***

As promised, I sent Tanya a birthday card later that year. I didn’t write anything that might be suspicious, but her letters were as smutty and salacious as could be imagined.

One day I received a package and inside was a pair of panties that had obviously been masturbated in. They seemed a bit small for Tanya, but the accompanying letter explained that. She had recently seduced her younger sister Joy and described in explicitly delicious detail their incestuous sex games.

The panties smelled wonderful. I immediately planned to give another seminar in the near future… and Tanya promised that she would bring Joy to that one. I’m still tingling from head to toe, imagining those two exquisite young girls naked in my bed.

The End

 

Kirsten’s First Experience, Part Two

  • Posted on July 16, 2020 at 2:57 pm

by Muffi

Kirsten and I nearly made it to my place before it started raining, but it came down so hard that we got soaked to the skin. We stomped in the back door, only to be greeted by my mom, who took one look at us and ordered us to stay right where we were, dripping in the middle of the kitchen. We were both giggling like crazy.

Mom came back with two bathrobes for us and told us to go in the pantry and get our wet clothes off before we did anything else. I told her that I’d invited Kirsten over so I could help her with her homework, and that we wanted to have a sleepover.

She smiled. “That’s fine,” she said. “Kirsten can keep you out of our hair tonight.”

We headed into the pantry, and I closed the door behind us. We started peeling each other’s clothes off quickly. In the dim light, I could just barely make out the swollen little nipples on Kirsten’s chest. We stood there for one second, staring at each other, and then I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down to kiss her again; the same kind of gentle, lingering kiss. This time I felt her lips moving against mine in response.

My heart was racing. I pulled away, motioning to Kirsten to get into the bathrobe. We came out of the pantry giggling again, and brought our wet clothes to the laundry room.

“Since you two are already soaked,” my Mom said, when we returned to the kitchen, “you might as well finish what you started, and get your showers out of the way now. I’ll have something ready for you to eat when you’re done.”

“Okay,” I said. “C’mon, Kirsten, let’s get cleaned up.”

Kirsten grabbed the tote bag with her clothes in it and we headed upstairs.

I was beside myself with excitement. Now that I’d decided that I was going to let this happen, I was looking at Kirsten in a whole new way. I guess if I have to be honest, that first night it was more about me just wanting to get my hands on her than anything else. I wish I could say it was all about love, but that night it wasn’t. I just wanted her. It wasn’t until later that I figured out I was in love.

I mean, it wasn’t all just about me being horny. It’s like, I was really flattered to know that she had such a crush on me. I guess I also wanted to be her teacher, you know? I wanted to be the one who showed her how nice it can be to love another girl. And now that I knew about her crush, I was noticing things. Like how she looked at me, that look of admiration in her eyes when they met mine. How she blushed lightly and acted all shy when I complimented her.

Don’t get me wrong, though, I was hot for her, too. Actually, I was kinda shocked at just how hot I was.

I’m pretty lucky. I’m an only child, and my parents use the master bedroom downstairs. They have their own bathroom, too, so I pretty much get the whole second floor to myself. It’s almost like having my own apartment, except I don’t have a kitchen up there. So I had a lot of privacy.

We went into my bedroom first, so Kirsten could leave her tote bag there. Then we went straight to the bathroom together. The really cool thing was that even if anyone noticed we were taking a shower together, they wouldn’t wonder why. We’re both girls, and no one would ever be suspicious. As long as we were quiet, we could pretty much do whatever we wanted to, and no one would ever know anything.

I closed the bathroom door behind us, and turned to look at Kirsten. She was just staring at me with a little smile on her face. I smiled back at her.

I reached in and turned on the water in the shower, then turned around and took my bathrobe off. Kirsten blushed a little, then untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her blush deepened.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she said in a near whisper.

I sat down on the lid of the toilet and looked at her seriously.

“Kirsten, are you sure about this?” I asked. “I mean, we don’t have to do anything, you know. Only if you’re really sure. And only what you’re comfortable with.”

She shook her head emphatically. “No, I want to,” she said. “It’s just…”

“It’s just what, sweetie?” I said quietly.

Her eyes fell to the floor. “It’s just… I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do,” she said. “And besides, look at you! You’re so gorgeous! And you have boobs already and everything. I’m still built like a little girl. I’m not sexy. I don’t get why you’d even want to do anything like this with me.”

I reached out and took her little hand in mine, pulling her closer to me. With my other hand, I reached out and lifted her chin, making her look at me.

“You listen to me, Kirsten,” I said softly. “You are beautiful. And you are sexy.”

My hand fell to her chest, my fingers brushing lightly over her puffy nipples as I stared into her eyes.

“You do so have boobs,” I said. “They just aren’t done growing yet. But they’re beautiful the way they are.”

I let my hand fall lower, so that my fingers traced through the sparse, silky hair just beginning to grow on her pussy.

“And as for being sexy… listen, you have me so excited right now that I can’t stand it. You did that to me, sweetie. So I don’t want to hear you say you’re not absolutely gorgeous, do you hear me?”

She nodded, but she still looked doubtful. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her face to my breasts. I felt her arms slide around my face as she hugged me back, and felt her sigh deeply.

“As for not knowing what to do,” I said, “you just relax, okay? I’ll show you what to do. Everyone has to learn, it’s not something that you start out understanding.”

I leaned down and found her mouth with mine, giving her another of those long, slow, gentle kisses. I felt her breathe in sharply, then her lips began to move against mine. This time, I parted my lips slightly, and traced a light trail over her bottom lip with my tongue. I felt a tiny shudder run through her body. Hesitantly, her lips parted just a little, and I felt the tip of her little tongue against mine. That made me shiver. I pulled away and gazed into her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered. She rewarded me with one of her sweet blushes.

“C’mon,” I said, “let’s get showered and downstairs to eat. Then we’ll have the whole night to ourselves.”

Kirsten grinned and nodded, letting me lead her into the shower by the hand. The hot water felt wonderful! We stood under the spray wrapped up in each other’s arms for a few moments, then I let go of her and reached for the bottle of body wash. I squeezed some into a washcloth, and then started to scrub away at Kirsten’s body. First I washed her face, slowly and gently, and let her rinse the soap off. Then I started on the rest of her.

Her hair had darkened in the water, and it was plastered down against her back. I scrubbed slowly over her chest, lingering at each puffy nipple, using the rough material to stimulate them. I watched as they tightened, contracting and rising up as her breathing quickened. I scrubbed down across her belly, then I turned her and started on her back. As my hand moved lower, I noticed that her cute little had suddenly turned into a small, firm, well-formed ass that I thought was sexy as hell.

I squatted down and began washing her legs. They were slender and well formed. As I reached one foot, I told her to lift it so I could wash it. She picked her foot up and I held it in my hand, smiling as she giggled when I scrubbed between her toes. I repeated that with her other foot, and then began to wash the front of her legs, starting at her ankles and working my way up slowly. I’m not stupid. I’d saved the best part for last.

I was on my knees in front of her now, Her picture-perfect little pussy just a few inches from my face. I could see the sparse, baby-fine hair that was beginning to grow there, forming a tiny little “V” shape that just ended at the very beginning of her slit. Even though I’ve heard it described this way a lot, this was the first time that I really understood what was meant by a girl’s pussy resembling a peach.

Her outer lips were puffy, almost fat. Her mons had a prominent swell, giving her whole pussy almost a heart shape. I know I haven’t really seen a lot of other girl’s pussies, but I thought that Kirsten’s was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. I dropped the washcloth, squeezed some body wash into my hand, and began to gently clean her vulva. The soap made her skin slippery, and my hands glided effortlessly over her soft pussy, between her legs, then back out again.

Kirsten parted her legs slightly, giving me easy access to the sweet little treasure between her legs. I glanced up to see her watching me intently. I smiled at her.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

She smiled shyly at me, then closed her eyes as my finger slid between the puffy folds of her outer lips, gliding through her warm slit. I felt the tiny button of her clitoris, still hidden beneath its hood, but definitely beginning to swell. I continued to slide my hand back and forth, my middle finger stroking her from clit to anus and back again. I used my fingernail to tease at her crinkled rosebud each time my finger started its return trip to her clit.

I decided to be a bit of a tease. I stood up, letting my hand make one last, slow trip across the warm, slick skin of her soft mons. She whimpered a little when I stood, her eyes opening to search my face.

“Your turn,” I said, smiling.

Kirsten’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise, like she hadn’t thought I’d actually let her touch me. Then she smiled bashfully. She picked up the washcloth that I’d left on the floor of the shower, and squeezed a dollop of body wash into it. Her hands were trembling slightly as she began to soap me.

She mimicked the way I’d bathed her. She started by washing my face, then letting me rinse the soap. She hesitated for a moment, searching my eyes, before she brought the washcloth to my breasts. I smiled, trying to encourage her to continue.

Kirsten lathered my breasts, watching closely as my nipples tightened and stood erect. I brought one hand up, and brought her free hand to my right breast, showing her without words how to tease and play with my nipple. She smiled when she heard me gasp, my mouth dropping open. I leaned back against the wall of the shower, looking down to watch her as she continued.

She scrubbed at my belly with the washcloth, then, just like I’d done with her, she turned me and began to wash my back. When she got to my ass, her hands lingered, a lot longer than they needed to just to clean me.

I smiled. I guess she’s into butts, I thought. That was fine with me. She could could play with my ass all she wanted.

She did the backs of my legs and feet next, turning me again so she could wash up the front of my legs. I found myself growing short of breath as her hands moved higher; finally, she stood in front of me and slowly slid her hand between my legs, making me moan as her fingers brushed my slit. I leaned back against the wall again and closed my eyes, letting her explore and get accustomed to what she was doing.

Almost automatically, my legs parted so Kirsten could have plenty of room to explore. I keep myself well trimmed, with just a small landing strip above my cleft, so her hand was sliding back and forth over bare skin. She was kind of clumsy, but what she was doing felt so good! I sighed and opened my eyes. Kirsten was staring up into my face, watching my reactions to her small, soft hand gliding over my sex. I took a deep breath and smiled, straightening away from the shower wall.

Gently, I reached down and took her hand, smiling at her. “We better hurry,” I said. “My mom’s gonna wonder where we are. The sooner we go eat, the sooner we can come back up and be alone together.”

She smiled, a pretty, shy little smile, and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I hugged her back, then I let go of her, picked up the shampoo, and squeezed some into my hand. I handed the shampoo to her, and started washing my hair. Kirsten did the same, and soon we were both stepping from the shower, reaching for towels and drying ourselves off. We put our robes back on and went back to my room. We both put on panties and oversized t-shirts, then we went downstairs to eat.

My parents kinda droned on and on through dinner. I was sort of paying attention, but not really. Finally we were done, and Kirsten and I brought our plates and things to the kitchen. We went back in the dining room, and I kissed my mom and dad.

“Night, Dad,” I said. “Night, Mom. We’re gonna go do our homework and then go to bed.”

“Night, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews,” said Kirsten. “Thanks for lettin’ me stay tonight.”

My parents said good night to both of us, and Kirsten and I went upstairs to my room.

As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I turned and put my arms around Kirsten, kissing her. I still took it slow, because I didn’t want to freak her out. When I parted my lips, though, her little tongue darted out to meet mine, and it wasn’t long before the kiss had deepened, and we were exploring each other’s mouths hungrily.

I reached between us, and untied Kirsten’s bathrobe. I pushed it back, letting it fall to the floor, then reached down and lifted her t-shirt. Breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head, I helped her help me get my robe and shirt off, too, and then we were kissing again, warm skin pressing and rubbing against warm skin. One of my hands slid down her back, sliding under her panties to cup her small, firm ass, squeezing it with my fingers.

I broke the kiss, standing and staring into Kirsten’s eyes. “God, you’re so lovely, babe,” I whispered.

I watched her blush and smile shyly, ducking her head. “So are you,” she whispered.

I stepped away from her for a moment, and turned on my radio, keeping the volume down. Just enough so we could hear it in the background. I made sure my door was locked, then I took Kirsten’s hand and led her to my bed. I squatted down for a second, long enough to help her step out of her panties, then stood and quickly took mine off. We lay down side by side, staring into each other’s eyes.

Her eyes slid away from mine for a moment. “I’m scared you aren’t gonna like b-being with me,” she said softly.

I lifted her chin and looked at her. “Why would you think that?”

“Cos I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do,” she said. “What if I do it wrong?”

“Shhhh…” I pulled her face into my neck, shushing her, stroking her hair. “sweetie, you can’t do anything wrong. You’re here with me right now, and that’s the most perfect and right thing in the world. Right now, I just want you to be here, and let me do what needs to be done, okay?”

I felt her nod against my neck. “Okay,” she said softly.

I took her head in my hands and looked in her eyes again. “Just kiss me for a little while,” I said. “Please?”

We sighed in unison as our lips came together in a kiss. I slid one arm beneath her neck, cradling her head with it. As the kiss lingered and deepened, my other began to explore her small body, just stroking her, up and down. I felt her shiver as my fingernails grazed over her skin. I shifted my top leg, sliding it between her legs and bringing it up so that my thigh was pressed against her soft, warm pussy. I felt her sigh as she pressed her hips forward, rubbing herself on my leg.

My hand reached down and cupped one cheek of her soft ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her tighter to my thigh. As I helped her, pressing my leg more tightly against her swollen outer lips, I felt one of her hands reach up, tentatively stroking my breast. I broke the kiss for a moment.

“Oh, yes, baby,” I breathed, “touch me, please…”

I leaned back in, sighing as I placed feather-soft kisses on Kirsten’s neck and ear now, nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder. I felt my nipple tighten as her small fingers gently tugged and pinched at it. Letting go of her ass, I let my hand slide slowly up over her hip, sliding it between my thigh and her mons, my finger gently separating her puffy outer labia. I heard her gasp as my fingernail scraped over the tiny bud of her clit, hidden under its delicate hood. Her hips twitched forward sharply.

I sucked in a deep breath. I wanted her. I wanted to just eat her up, completely. I shifted suddenly, rolling Kirsten to her back so that I was on my hands and knees above her slender body. Her hands were on my shoulders now as she stared up at me, a shy smile on her face. I leaned down and kissed her lightly.

“You just relax, pretty girl,” I said softly. “Just relax, and let me love you.”

Kirsten’s blush deepened. I slowly leaned down to kiss her again, this time more aggressively. When I felt her tongue touch mine, I pushed past it, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet and clean. Our lips moved hungrily as our tongues tangled together. I felt my breath coming faster, felt a warm dampness growing between my legs.

Gasping, I broke the kiss with a wet smacking sound. I rose up, my ass resting on her at the top of her thighs. Bringing my hands up, I stroked her face for a moment, smiling at her, then slid my hands down so I could toy with her nipples.

She had just the beginnings of breasts. Her nipples were puffy, the palest pink, capping two tiny mounds. I stared in awe, watching my fingers trace light circles over them, then looked up at Kirsten again.

“You’re so very beautiful, girl,” I whispered.

Her eyes fell away from mine, but I saw the delighted smile that came across her face at my words. She blushed deeply again – God, she’s so pretty when she blushes for me! Her hair was fanned out around her head and shoulders, framing her upper body in caramel-hued softness. I brought my thumbs and forefingers together and began to gently pinch at her nipples, smiling when I saw her eyes widen, her mouth opening slightly in surprise at the sensation.

I let my hands fall away, tracing soft trails down her sides, across her belly, then back up over her ribs to her chest again. I kept this up, stopping each time to toy with her pretty nipples. Before long, I was being rewarded with soft gasps and whimpers.

I shifted position again, nudging her legs apart with one knee, holding myself up on my elbows so that my face hovered over her chest. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my belly, soft and damp. Slowly, I ran my flattened tongue over the surface of one tiny breast. I lifted my head and blew gently on the wet skin, watching her nipple crinkle slightly, tightening and contracting. Lowering my head again, I drew the entire little mound into my mouth, sucking gently, lightly scraping it with my teeth.

I felt Kirsten’s hands move to my upper arms, gripping them tightly as she let out a breathy whimper. I caressed and pinched lightly at her other nipple with my fingers, while my mouth lingered, refusing to let go of this sweet morsel of flesh it had captured. When I could finally force myself to let it go, it was only to switch sides, so that I could taste her other nipple as intimately as I had the first.

I felt like I was drowning in her. My pussy was responding eagerly to what I was doing, leaking wetness, grown warm and swollen; hungry. Honestly, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned on. But I could wait. For now, I wanted to taste every inch of Kirsten’s body. I wanted to drown in the sight, the smell, the taste, and the sound of her.

I slid down a little, placing soft wet kisses on her belly, trailing my tongue over her skin. As I moved lower, my hands gripped her sides, my thumbs caressing first her ribs, then the softness of her waist. I pushed one breast against her now thoroughly wet pussy, coating my nipple with the sweet nectar leaking from her. I was close enough now that I could smell her fragrance, musky and sweet. Her scent was barely there, but noticeable enough to make me feel lightheaded. As I continued to explore her, I found myself thinking that I had brought perfection into my bed.

I slid lower.

I kissed and licked a trail down over Kirsten’s left hip, stopping for a moment to suck lightly at her hip bone. Moving further down, I lingered for long minutes at her thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling lightly with my lips and teeth. From where I was positioned now, I could look up and see her sweet center, opened slightly for me like a little flower just beginning to bloom. It glistened wetly before me, inviting me to come closer. To taste. To drink from her.

Slowly, I trailed my lips along the inside of her right thigh, until I was close enough to brush my nose over the wet heat of her cunt. I heard her gasp at that first contact, then a sharp, “Oh!” escaped her as my lips pressed themselves to her sex.

She smelled like heaven, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I extended my tongue, and gently ran it along the length of her wet cleft, tasting the sweetness of her for the first time.

We moaned in unison as Kirsten’s hips tilted upward, her pussy sliding firmly against my mouth. My tongue dug deeper, gently parting the soft, firm folds, exploring everywhere.

“Oh, Jess...” The sound was half moan, half sigh, long and drawn out.

I shifted again, lifting my head reluctantly from its warm resting place. Sliding one hand beneath her ass, I used my other to gently open her delicate pussy with my fingers. Bright pink little folds greeted my eyes as I parted the outer lips. With one finger, I gently rolled the protective little hood back from her clit, exposing its tip. It nestled there, waiting for me to worship it with my mouth. I was anxious to do just that.

Softly, I trailed my finger over the sensitive little nubbin. The moment I touched it, Kirsten’s hips shot up from the bed. She sucked in a deep breath, her little pussy now twitching up and down beneath my hand.

Quickly, I drew my finger away, replacing it with my mouth. I closed my lips over her wetness, gently drawing her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I began to suck at it lightly.

I felt Kirsten’s hands slam against the back of my head, her fingers clutching at my hair. Still holding her clit in my mouth, I brought my hand down, until I could nudge just the tip of my little finger into her tight little opening. I didn’t want to go too far, but I wanted her to feel me inside of her. Her tight little opening clenched on my finger, a small flood of sweet wetness leaking out to coat it. I moved my head just long enough to lap greedily at it, then I sucked her clit back into my mouth again.

Moving my finger in a back and forth motion, not really entering her very far, more just pushing against her opening then backing off again, I sucked down hard on her clit. My tongue danced across it. Her fingers tightened even more in my hair, shoving my face downward as her hips moved in quick circles, grinding her pussy into my face. She was panting now, fast and hard, her back arched off the bed.

Mewling little moans were coming from her throat in a steady stream as she came closer and closer to the peak. As she drew ever nearer to the inevitable explosion, she began to whisper my name hoarsely.

“Oh, Jess… oh, Jess… oh, J-Jess…” Over and over, without stopping.

I moaned my encouragement to her, urging her on, wanting to feel, taste, smell, see her first real orgasm.

Suddenly, with a long, throaty moan, her body went absolutely rigid and still. The moan cut itself off, and she hung there, her hips and lower back off the bed, tense and stiff. The moan came again as she began to shudder violently. Her face, when I rolled my eyes up to look at her, was twisted in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, eyes clenched shut.

I let my mouth ride her clit through the orgasm. It went on and on, until finally, she collapsed on the bed. She continued to shudder and twitch, aftershocks coursing through her body.

Finally, I let go of her clit. I ran my tongue over her sex, cleaning up the sweet wetness I found there, savoring every drop as it rolled into my mouth. When I had searched out every trace, I lay there with my head on her upper thigh, stroking her mons, placing light kisses there now and then. Her hands toyed with my hair as her breathing slowly began to return to normal.

I crawled up to lay beside her, cradling her head to my breasts. I kissed her lightly on the lips, once, twice, then a third time. Finally, she sighed deeply and lifted her head to look at me, smiling shyly.

“Jess,” she whispered. “That was… oh my God, it was amazing…”

I smiled, stroking her cheek. “So you liked it?”

She nodded. “I never… I mean, I’ve touched myself. But it was never like that!”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad you liked it, pretty girl,” I said. “I loved it.”

She blushed. “But you didn’t…” She hesitated. “I mean, you didn’t… well, you know. You just did it for me.”

“Sometimes, pretty girl, that’s more than enough,” I said softly.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I’ll do it for you, if you want me to try. But I’m scared. I don’t wanna mess it up and ruin it.”

“Kirsten,” I said quietly. “You’ve already done it for me, just by letting me make love to you. There’s no rush. We have lots and lots of time, you know. When you’re ready, you’ll know. Until then, let’s just do what you feel comfortable with, okay?”

She snuggled down into my breasts. “Jess?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby?”

“I think I love you.”

I pulled her tightly to me as my breath caught in my throat. I stroked her hair, surprised at the depth of what I was feeling for her in that moment. This night may have started out being more lust than anything else for me, but that wasn’t the way it was ending.

“You know what, pretty girl?”

She looked up at me.

“I think I love you, too.”

That shy smile crossed her face again, accompanied by it’s constant companion, the pretty blush. We fell asleep that way, wrapped up around each other. We woke in exactly the same position.

That all happened a little more than six months ago. Since then, Kirsten and I have spent every possible moment together. Some people think it’s a little odd that I like to spend so much time with a kid so much younger than I am, but we don’t care. I sit with her every day after school, so it’s only natural that we’d be close friends, right? My parents are proud of me for looking out for Kirsten the way I do, and her mom is grateful that she has someone she looks up to as such a close friend.

It works perfectly for us.

Kirsten has become incredibly skilled at making love to me. Now, whenever we’re together, we both come at least two or three times, usually more. She’s especially adept at pleasuring my ass, and really enjoys licking my anus. But honestly, there’s not a part of each other’s bodies that we haven’t explored.

She’s the most amazing little lover in the world, and as long as she wants me, I’ll never leave her.

The End

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 8, 2020 at 2:28 pm

by Funtoppings

Maybe for the first time since she was a little girl, Julie stood naked in front of her mother. Of course, she no longer possessed the body of a child.

She moved towards Debra, who was lying on the bed, reading a novel. The older woman looked up, her eyes widening in shock, the book slipping from her hands to land on the floor with a thud. In the dimly lit room, Julie’s mother appeared to be ten years younger than her actual age.

Debra gaped at her nude daughter as she drew closer. Julie was moving in dreamy slow-paced strides, like a model on a runway. Debra marveled at the young woman’s taut belly, the generous swell of her breasts, the strong slender legs… and between those legs, the neatly-trimmed triangle of her daughter’s pubes. And there was something else, something she spotted in Julie’s hands: a strap-on cock.

Now she saw it all, clear as day. Her daughter, her pride and joy, who was such a level-headed kid, and who had fled the room just an hour ago after Debra had made an ill-advised move on her, was moving naked in her direction, bearing a sex toy.

“Jules?” Debra whispered.

Julie slowly sat sideways on the bed, facing her mother. When their eyes met, it felt as if the rest of the world was moving at a different, much slower pace.

Reaching out, Julie stroked her mother’s cheek. Her touch was light and loving. “I’m sorry I stormed off on you earlier,” she said.

Debra took a deep breath.”No, it’s okay.” Once more, she drank in the sight of her daughter’s body. She might have pinched herself to make sure all of this was real, but Julie’s hand on her cheek provided a warmth that was unmistakably genuine. “But J-Julie, what are you… are you sure about this? l mean, what happened?”

“Bailey happened,” Julie said, smiling.

“Bailey?”

“Yes. I gather that you told her – or Aunt Krystal – about what happened between you and me earlier.”

“I did,” Debra said, still feeling very shameful. “I told Krystal; told her to leave you alone.” Her eyes flickered between Julie’s face and the strap-on in her daughter’s hand.

“And Krystal told Bailey the same thing. But it so happens,” Julie continued, raising her feet up on the bed, now completely facing her mother, “that Bailey doesn’t like to do a lot of listening. So she came down to the living room where I was, and then…” She playfully arched an eyebrow.

“And then?”

“Bailey and I — well, she helped me realize something.”

“What?”

Julie replied by moving in, pressing her lips to her mother’s. It was a brief kiss, but one that spoke volumes.

They stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss still burned on their lips, knowing that their next step would change things between them forever. But the temptation, so great and powerful, proved too much to resist.

They kissed again. Later, Debra would wonder if she’d ever shared such a heart-turning, passionate kiss with her late husband as she had with Julie on that night. She knew that she never had. Julie wrapped both arms around her mother’s waist; the strap-on fell from her grasp, momentarily forgotten.

Finally, they separated, each taking a deep breath. Faded moonlight fell across their faces, spilling through the frigid window to create shadows that resembled broken glass. The silence in the room screamed to be broken, but neither could find words to break it with.

Debra’s eyes wandered over her daughter’s bare body. It was every but as lovely as she’d envisioned in her dreams (and fantasies) for so very long. The young nipples stood pink and proud, begging to be kissed.

“You look gorgeous,” Debra said in a small voice.

Julie replied by slowly guiding her mother’s body downward, until they were lying side by side, gazing at one another. Debra wore a smile of genuine joy.

Without breaking their eye contact, Julie seized her mother’s right hand and placed it on the growing heat between her legs.

“Now, where were we? I believe you were like this and… ohhhh…” A moan escaped her lips as Debra immediately began to caress her. “Oh, yes. And you were doing that…” Julie’s eyes closed, a bright smile appearing on her face.

Debra fondled her daughter’s pussy with the same intensity she used on herself when she’d masturbated to Julie’s model snapshots. She felt the young woman’s clit blossom under the ball of her middle finger. It felt like stroking a wet pearl.

“Oh, God!” Julie cried and buried her face in the pillow. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body as she came.

Debra rubbed her daughter’s slit until it was positively flowing with nectar. Julie moaned, lost in a frenzy as pleasure surged through her, contorting on the bed until her body was curled into a fetus position.

Drawing her hand back, Debra watched her pride and joy recover from the relentless orgasm she’d just given her. She licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time; it was a flavor like no other.

Debra slid off the straps of her nightgown, letting it fall around her waist. She quickly wriggled out of the crimson garment. Sitting on her knees, with only a black-colored, sexy lace bra and a matching lace-waist pair of hip-huggers, she faced her young daughter who was looking up at her with big wonderful eyes. Debra thought at that moment that Julie’s face looked so innocent and young – like that of a child. She recalled seeing the same expression on her daughter’s face on the day she taught her how to tie her own shoes. The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole… 

Julie caressed her mother’s knee, hand still shaking from her orgasm.

“I always thought you were beautiful, Mom. I just wanted you to know that.”

Debra put a hand over her beating heart. “Telling you how beautiful you are… that’s hardly ground-breaking news.” She lightly shook her head and smiled. “People always complimented me on your beauty. But what I want you to know is what a wonderful person you are, and how proud you’ve always made me.”

Debra unclasped her bra and it fell by her knees, like a feather in a dream.

Julie placed both hands on her mother’s breasts. “May I?” she asked; her face was timid and precious as she spoke the words.

“Of course. Of course, you can, love.”

Debra drew closer to her daughter until she eventually mounted her; her open thighs tightly wrapped around Julie’s waist like a belt. Their crotches pushed against each other in perfect alignment. She leaned forward until one of her nipples was quickly stolen by Julie’s mouth. She wrapped a hand around her daughter’s head and allowed her to feed; just as when she had fed and nursed her as a child. And Julie was indeed nursing; she sucked hard at the nipple like a starving child.

Debra sighed with pleasure as the nipple grew rigid in the warmth of Julie’s mouth. Infused with pleasure, she leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter’s head, breathing in the fragrance from her hair.

“Your nipples,” Julie beckoned and reviewed her work. “They grow hard and big, just like mine.”

“Your mother has very sensitive nipples. And by the looks of it, my daughter does too,” Debra said, and leaned forward, this time seeking a kiss.

Julie’s arms jerked to the sides as her tongue became once more a prisoner in her mother’s mouth. The right hand landed by the nightstand, almost knocking off her mother’s pair of reading glasses. Her left hand fumbled on the mattress until it gripped something long and hard. It was the strap-on.

“Mom…” Julie breathed, displaying the sex toy. “Can I use this on you? I mean… is it something you think you’ll like?” She put the strap-on between her breasts. The cock’s head suggestively pointed at her chin.

Debra looked at the toy, then looked at Julie. Her daughter’s eyes were big and innocent and young, very young. Then she looked again at the latex cock, and all that she could think of was: The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole. And that made her giggle.

A smile broke on Julie’s face as well. “What?” she puzzled.

“Oh, nothing, dear. You can use it on me, yes. I’d love it.”

Debra rolled off her daughter’s body and helped her with fastening the dildo harness. It was fairly easy; all she had to do was tuck on both sides of the leather strap, and it tightened around Julie’s waist. Unlike her daughter, this wasn’t the first time had Debra handled a strap-on, but it had been a very long while.

“Where’d you get this?” Debra asked while making final adjustments with the harness.

“From Bailey’s room.”

“Oh, I see… Krystal brought her bag of tricks.”

Julie laughed.”Yes, bag of tricks. That’s what I was thinking.”

Once the strap-on was securely fixed, Debra crawled back and sank down on the bed. She quickly got rid of her panties; a pair of hip-huggers she’d bought a week ago at a Victoria’s Secret store on her way back from the hair-salon. Back then, she frowned at the steep price when she saw it. Now, those panties were thrown to the other side of the room like some cheap rag.

Julie’s eyes devoured the glorious sight before her. She eagerly stroked the cock with her hand, as if she expected it to become alive under her fingers.

“Would you mind if…”

“Sweetie?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you down there first?” Julie said shyly as she placed her left palm on top of her mother’s soft pubes.

Debra shivered at the touch. “I insist that you do,” she replied with a loving smile.

At that point, Julie slowly lowered her face until it reached a most peculiar position, one that few people get to experience twice in a lifetime. She was facing her mother’s open thighs, looking at the very opening through which she’d emerged into the world.

Her mind buzzed with thoughts and impressions. She was sound enough to realize that the sin she was about to commit was nothing short of madness, but she wanted it more than anything. Just the sight of her mother’s pussy open and wet, waiting to accept her mouth, caused a rising heat to sizzle in her own nether regions.

Julie inched closer. Mom’s cunt seemed to pulsate like a heart at the nearing shadow of her face. Soft curls of golden hair decorated the older woman’s sex. Now Julie was close enough to be captured by the rich aroma that wafted towards her face. Pressing forward, she rewarded Debra with a big wet kiss between her legs, the kind that was almost too embarrassing for a girl to give her mother on the cheek.

Debra’s legs wriggled and her pelvis shifted as the young woman’s mouth pressed into the warm, wet flesh.  Julie wrapped both hands firmly around her mother’s quivering thighs, trying to hold the woman steady. Of course, she knew that these movements equaled pleasure — and whatever she was doing to her mother, she was doing it right.

“Oh, God, baby…”

Julie trailed her tongue along the opening if her mother’s engorged sex. Her lips disappeared inside the open flaps of the labia, where juices percolated, sweet and steamy, flowing like medicine into her mouth.

Her mother responded with incoherent cries of joy and unrestrained shudders. These only intensified once Julie took the woman’s clit between her lips; flicking it with her tongue, she felt it swell to the size of a small pebble.

Debra trembled, lost in pleasure, fondling her naked body with both hands. She clutched the swell of her breasts, scissoring the nipples between her fingers.

“Oh yesss… just like that, my baby girl… lick my pussy,” Debra pleaded.

With a tongue rolling inside the dewy cleft of her mother, Julie felt the heat build between her own legs again.

“Okay, Julie. Okay, baby,” Debra whimpered with a voice that sounded new in Julie’s ears. “Now you can go into me… oh, God yes… fuck your mother!”

Julie sat up, buttocks resting on her heels, purring with delight as she licked the honey from her lips. At her crotch, the rubbery cock seemed both unyielding and cunning; its bulbous head pointed at her mother’s moist opening.

Debra lay prone on the mattress; her sunny hair plastered to her cheeks. Hot sweat covered every portion of her body and made her skin glisten in the muted light.

Clutching the cock in one hand, Julie slowly pushed several inches into the tight depths of her mother.

“Oh, yes. Ease it in to me, babe… there you go…” Again, Julie heard the voice of a woman who sounded very different from the mother she knew. It sounded more like the voice of a sex-starved lover. Her lover.

Debra whimpered as the cock slipped deeper into her vagina. An intense heat rapidly coursed through her veins and into the rest of her body; reaching hot and tingly all the way to the fingers and toes.

Julie’s cerulean eyes widened as she watched the cock disappear inside her mother; the dildo entered with exceptional ease, thanks to Debra’s wetness. As she thrust forward, a rhyme about a bunny hopped into her head. In her state of delirium all she could remember was: down the slope, and through the hole.

Debra’s heart raced at the sight of Julie penetrating her, the swollen labia parting as the shaft pushed deeper still. “Oh, yes, baby. Oh, yes, keep going.” Her eyes rolled in ecstasy, her body trembling from head to toe.

Julie rocked her pelvis, grabbing on to her mother’s thighs for leverage for that first stroke — and then, just as she’d visualized earlier in Bailey’s room; she was fucking her mother.

At first, her rhythm was slow; working the cock inside until it got swallowed and gone. Then she moved backwards and the dildo slid out, gleaming with a fresh coat of cream. After a few slow in-and-outs, her pace grew quicker and more rapid; as if thrusting in time with the drumming of her mother’s heart.

Debra cried out loud, giving full voice to her desire. Julie was fucking her with every little bit of youthful vigor she had. Her vagina seemed to feel every ridge and contour of the rubber shaft. The walls of her pussy canal were tightening, the muscles contracting. She bit her bottom lip hard as the cock head pressed against her g-spot, like a finger relentlessly tapping on a button.

“You’re about to come, Mommy?” Julie panted. Just like with her mother, she heard some unfamiliar new quality in her voice; she sounded lewd, even smutty. She said once more: “You gonna come, Mommy? You gonna come all over my cock?” Her pelvis bounced faster and harder.

Debra screamed as the thick rod drilled hard into her secrets. Raising her face, she caught a blurry glimpse of Julie, the young woman’s breasts heaving as her body continued to pump, driving that lovely cock in and out, in and out. The daughter she had once known had morphed into the sexual mistress that Debra had secretly longed for her to be.

When Julie raised her eyes to meet hers, it was all that Debra needed to drive her over the edge. Taking a deep breath, she felt a tidal wave wash over her body, and surrendered to it.

Knowing that her mother was coming, Julie kept fucking her, hard and deep as she could, until she sensed that the woman could take no more. Exhausted, Julie collapsed on top of her mother; the dildo buried up to the hilt inside the tight warmth of the older woman. Underneath, Debra was shivering through the aftershocks of her unremitting.

The young law student lay motionless, head pillowed on her mother’s breasts. She stared through the far window at the cold sliver of the moon as Debra slowly wrapped two still trembling arms around her. Julie hugged her mother back, and they fell into a relaxed embrace.

“Mom?” Julie finally spoke, her voice small.

Debra kissed the top of her lover’s head. “Yes, honey,” she breathed back. Her voice sounded far away; almost unreachable. She was still floating on the cloud of her orgasm.

“Will you do this for me? You know… fuck me like I did you?”

There was a moment of silence before Debra replied. “Honey, I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s too big for you. I don’t feel right about it. Not now at least.”

Julie pulled back a little from the comfort of Debra’s body and caught her mother’s gaze. “It’s not too big for Bailey,” she said, pouting a bit.

Debra smiled. Taking the young woman in her arms, she guided Julie back to the softness of her breasts.

“Believe me, sweetie, I’m going to do some amazing things to you.” She once again kissed the warmth of Julie’s head. “Just let me hold you like this for a little while so I can get my breath back. Then, I promise, I’m going to take good care of my little girl.”

Julie relaxed, a gentle smile appearing on her face. She snuggled deeper into her mother’s warmth, planting a soft kiss on the cleft between the older woman’s breasts. The leather harness was still fastened around her waist, and the rubber cock attached to it was still nestled inside her mother’s pussy.

For the first time in a long while, mother and daughter basked in perfect peace.

***

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve spent, dreaming of this moment?” Debra murmured, then planted a soft kiss on Julie’s tender labia.

Julie instantly gasped at the touch. “Really? You have?” She breathed in response.

“Yes. I hope it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I mean… I’ve been having these thoughts about you for a while now.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. It makes me feel special.” Julie gave her mother’s hand a squeeze. “I should have never stormed out on you like I did. It was so mean of me.”

“You weren’t mean, honey. I was the one who was out of line. You have no idea how I cursed myself after you left the room. But looking at where it got us now…” Debra’s gaze dropped to her daughter’s pussy. “I’m glad I did what I did.”

“Me too,” Julie said. “Now start taking care of me like you promised!”

Drawing nearer, Debra buried her lips in Julie’s pubes, kissing her daughter’s sex for the first time. But not the last, she thought with a smile. She began to suck at the moist opening, nurturing herself on the essence of youth. The flow of warm juices was like a fantasy in her mouth.

Julie moaned without shame at her mother’s touch. Her cries rose into the ceiling and filled the room in a symphony of lust. She sensed herself becoming weaker and her sex growing wetter with each stroke of the woman’s tongue.

Debra pulled away from Julie’s warm cunt. “You taste delicious, sweetheart.” Her chin and lips gleamed with her daughter’s juices as she spoke.

Julie, the heat building up inside her like a shuddering volcano, barely acknowledged her mother’s flattery. Instead, she wriggled her pelvis towards her mother’s face, motioning for her to continue.

Debra used two fingers to expose Julie’s engorged clitoris. She gave the pink button one gentle flick with the tip of her tongue, then blew a warm puff of air over it, as if trying to ignite a small flame.

Julie melted into the mattress. She tried to reach for her clit – it was almost torture for it to remain untouched at that point – but Debra gently pushed her hands away.

“It’s my time,” she said. “Remember?”

“Y-yes, Mom,” Julie panted. Her consciousness was as fragile as the feeling in her knees. Strands of her long raven hair were plastered to her cheeks and across her eyes, nose and lips. Her entire body was filmed with sweat.

Debra inched closer to her daughter’s delicious cunt and captured the clit between her lips. She sucked hard on the inflamed nub, her nose resting against Julie’s pubic bone, her left hand traveling north on Julie’s body until she caught a nipple between thumb and index finger, twisting it into firmness.

Julie’s head tossed on the pillow, her clenched fists beating on the mattress, the back of her heels scraping against the bottom of the bed. She was losing herself in ecstasy; allowing unrestrained madness to wash over her, even if just for a short period of time.

Suddenly Debra pushed her index finger into her daughter’s tight opening. It caught Julie by surprise, and her muscles instantly tensed as if by reflex. Thankfully, she was well lubricated, and her mother’s finger easily slid all the way into the narrow passage of her vagina.

“God!” Julie cried, as there was a definite feeling of experiencing something divine. She felt the pressure of sweet release thunder inside her body, hot blood pumping through her veins. She could smell and taste her own orgasm, which was a few ticking seconds from exploding inside her.

Her mother’s fingers – yes, now there were two of them inside her – were moving at a faster, more aggressive pace. They stretched the walls of the vagina, delved inside as deep as they could possibly go, triggering all the right buttons in the process.

Julie’s moans mounted and increased until they reached an almost maniacal volume, undoubtedly heard all throughout the lodge. And as her mother was dining on her clit and fucking her into sweet oblivion, Julie felt the uplifting sensation of orgasm envelope every inch of her body. Time stood still in the room like the air in her lungs. Her head lifted from the pillow. Her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists.

She let out a guttural cry, howling her mother’s name as her cunt clenched like a hot fist, riding the most intense climax of her young life — then went limp as a discarded marionette, collapsing into the sodden sheets.

Alarmed, Debra drew back, as if she was trying to avoid being caught in the mouth of a fire. In front of her, Julie trembled in ecstasy’s aftermath.

“Julie?”

No answer, just quivers.

The winter coldness, which had slipped out of the room sometime during the women’s first kiss, crept back inside just for a mere second and feathered it with its nightly chill. And then it was gone. Outside, the moon, looking like a half-eaten silver pie, shone over the mountains of Vermont with its familiar serenity and charm.

Inside the room, on a queen size bed that was crawling with passion, a woman’s hand caressed a silken young thigh.

“Julie? Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Julie finally said in a fragile, exhausted voice.

“I — that was… wow. It was intense.”

Julie drew in a long, deep breath. Her heart was slowly returning to its normal pace. She blinked twice, as if awakening from an elongated dream, gradually returning to a semblance of reality. “It was, yeah,” she replied. A minute later, she wouldn’t even remember speaking.

Debra moved to spoon her daughter from behind, wrapping warm, loving hands around the girl’s slender waist. Their burning bodies pressed snugly together.

The feeling of comfort and peace was so all-encompassing that mother and daughter soon found themselves slowly drifting into slumber. Debra was very close to surrendering to it when she heard Julie speak.

“Mom?”

“Yes, love.”

“I hope this isn’t the last time I get to sleep next to you.”

Debra gave her daughter a gentle squeeze. “As long as I’m your mother, you can sleep next to me anytime.”

With that, the two lovers succumbed to the night.

***

Downstairs, Bailey had fallen asleep naked on the couch. The television was still showing a stream of old films when Krystal finally turned it off.

She knew that Bailey had gone on a mission of seduction earlier that night. Bailey didn’t come out and say it specifically, but once she found out that her cousin Julie had spied on them while they were having sex and their secret was out, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Krystal instantly recognized.

Krystal now knew that Bailey’s mission had been a successful one. Not only was her daughter completely nude and sleeping blissfully, but there were unmistakable sounds coming from her older sister’s room.

Wandering upstairs, Krystal picked up Bailey’s blanket, then came back down to cover her naked child. She planted a soft kiss on the top of the sleeping girl’s head.

Somehow, this kid hit a home run tonight, Krystal thought.

Krystal, who had never felt more aroused, ached for Bailey to be awake at that moment. Her entire body was hankering for sex. But not wanting to disturb her daughter, she chose to let the girl sleep.

Tomorrow, though, was a brave new day. And Krystal joyfully went upstairs – it felt more like floating, actually – and crawled into bed with a huge smile on her face. She’d come to vacation with one special lover… now she was about to conclude it by adding two more.

That thought alone was almost enough to make her come.

On to Part Five!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 20, 2020 at 4:02 pm

by Funtoppings

Only once, Julie recalled, had they experienced a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa ’04. Julie’s dad told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were central heating, and a TV with good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before, but it was still watchable — even in Julie’s half-fuddled state.

“This one’s for you, Newmie,” Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, who had one of his classics playing on the TCM channel.

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was nearly empty. Beside it was a wine bottle, taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact, now half drained. After an hour of solid drinking, Julie wasn’t feeling much sorrow anymore. It had been drowned by a sea of bubbles and the rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz.

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it seemed to float. She didn’t even notice Bailey coming down the stairs.

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two-sizes-too-big high school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn’t for Bailey’s ample figure.

“Jules?” Bailey tentatively approached her cousin.

“Bailey!” Julie threw her hands up, excitement in her voice. “What up, cuz? Come on, sit, pour yourself a glass, don’t be shy now.”

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features.

“Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda wasted.”

“Wasted?” Julie tucked her chin and snickered. “No, no, no, I’m pretty cool. I’m really cool, in fact.”

Bailey stared at her cousin, then glanced at the half-empty bottles on the table. She didn’t think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like sje was in good spirits, and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie’s apparent eagerness to see her, after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours?

Earlier in the day, around four o’clock in the afternoon, while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was pacing about and mulling over what had transpired in her sister’s bedroom, Krystal walked into Bailey’s room with one of her midday cravings, ready to be loved.

Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn’t even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile.

“The Black King?” Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding the black strap-on between her fingers.

“The Black King it is,” Krystal agreed with a grin.

“I’ll bring the lube.”

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal’s favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely loved it.

“I got something to tell you, Bai,” Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments.”Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk…”

That was when Krystal told Bailey about Julie spying on them while they had sex, and how she’d gone on to tell her mother about it. Krystal also told her about the sexual encounter she’d shared with Debra.

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey’s attention the fresh news of all that had just occurred between Julie and her mother. How in a moment of weakness — though Krystal could hardly blame her — Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, had backfired in a big way. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs to talk to Julie, as per Debra’s request.

Bailey had only offered her mother a tight-lipped smile of agreement. Of course, she had no intention of leaving Julie on her own, letting her cousin stew in anger all night. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Hey, you know who else is cool?” Julie asked as she swayed in her seat.

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and said “What? I mean, who?”

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that her cousin wasn’t going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn’t sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie’s demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into ice pebbles.

“Why, Cool Hand Luke, of course!” Julie finally said, and burst into hysterical laughter.

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin like she would to a person going mad before her eyes. “Cool Hand… who?”

“Cool Hand Luke!” Julie pointed at the television. “Paul Newman? C’mon, it’s one of my all-time favorite movies!”

Glancing at the TV screen, Bailey was even more perplexed than before. She wasn’t sure who this Paul Newman fellow was, but she nodded, pretending to understand.

“Oh, you don’t even know good movies, Bai,” Julie waved her off. “All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother’s legs, in that case you probably can’t watch squat…”

And there it was — the underlying truth, coming from Julie’s mouth like a screaming bullet. A truth that poked such an enormous hole in the girl that something had to spill out.

Bailey quietly nodded. She’d felt a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she was perfectly fine, because she could live with the truth. And she’d come downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back, not now.

“That’s right,” she said, “Mom and I have sex. I know you saw us. I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Fine with me,” Julie snorted as she picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. “I don’t care,” she added bleakly.

Bailey inched closer to Julie. “I know I’m just eighteen, and maybe not that experienced… but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older woman? It’s… fucking incredible!” Her hand dropped on the bare portion of Julie’s thigh.

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice, still staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even the alcohol buzz she had was slowly drifting away.

“I know what people think — mother and daughter being lovers, how wrong it is and how it’s… I don’t know, totally perverted. But you know what? Screw those people.” Bailey’s chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. “I have sex that is unimaginable to most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one… nothing that I’ve heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with Mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean… it’s fucking out of this world, Jules!”

“Yeah… I bet,” Julie muttered into her glass.

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin. Her large breasts swayed under the loose shirt and grazed Julie’s arm. The young law student could tell that her cousin wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Don’t you wanna know how it feels?” Bailey murmured, her breath warming Julie’s neck. “Forget what other people might think, forget everything. There’s nobody here but us girls. We are literally snowed in and hidden from society; it’s the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know.”

Julie didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything, just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin’s hand was still on her thigh, only now it was moving back and forth. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl’s long hazel hair and it enveloped Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if trapped by Bailey’s words.

“Mom told me that your mom just made a move on you, and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so hot, so sexy. I’ll be honest, sometimes I masturbate while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I fantasize about you, sweet cousin. I dream about us lying naked together, kissing each other — on the lips, and down there. I even dream of maybe fucking you with one of those big rubber toys that Mom brought. And then you could use it on me. Listen, Julie — I may be young, but I’m awesome in bed. No guy can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you’ll be swearing off men for life. Just give me one chance. What do you say, college girl? Feel like getting wild with me?”

Julie said nothing. She didn’t blow her cousin off, though, instead allowing Bailey‘s words to trickle into her consciousness and linger. And she was surprised to find herself honestly weighing the thought of giving in, of letting Bailey have her.

Bailey took the glass from Julie and put it aside on the table. She was no longer just rubbing Julie’s thigh, but massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She’d come down for a reason, and that reason was about to unfold.

She drew closer, and even though Julie knew that a kiss was coming, she made no attempt to recoil — nor could she. Something in her had gone frozen, as if she’d been rendered motionless by a spell. Then Bailey’s lips were pressing against hers.

For the first few seconds, though it seemed much longer, the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie was stiff as a statue, her lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed — suddenly, Bailey’s tongue slipped between a cautious pair of lips, claiming Julie’s mouth as her own. Unable to stop herself, Julie inched her own tongue forward, suddenly wanting just a taste of her cousin’s mouth. A few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues mingled with the type of passion that is reserved for first-time lovers. And this was Julie’s first time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female.

At that moment, she felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn.

What am I doing? Julie thought. This is Bailey, my cousin. Hell, she’s always been more like my little sister! She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her: You’re not drunk at all. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined.

And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all, her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became wetter.

“Mmmmm…” Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin’s, and swept her tongue over her moist lower lip. “You taste like sweet wine, my child,” she said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing that, sure enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The sight would forever be treasured in Julie’s memory. Her cousin’s breasts were magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the kinds of things that men dream about at night. She was certainly no man, but felt aroused by the sight just the same.

“You like?” Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, those luscious breasts projecting proudly from her small, delicate frame.

The young law student was completely flustered. She wanted to do something to them, but was afraid to make a move.

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie’s face. “It’s okay, you can touch.” She seized Julie by the wrist, guiding the young woman’s hand to the swell of her bosom.

Julie’s excitement magnified at first touch. She marveled at the size of Bailey’s chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the lightness of a feather. Once again, she found herself amazed at how her cousin’s tiny body could support such a prodigious bust.

“It’s okay, Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don’t think, just do it.” As if her words of encouragement weren’t enough, Bailey placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head, slowly drawing her close.

It only took a gentle graze of the nipple against Julie’s lip to make her suckle on Bailey’s breasts. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already stiffening nipple in a clockwise direction. Bailey hummed in approval as Julie nursed like a hungry child drinking from her mother. Then the thought of doing the same thing to her mother crossed her mind; a thought which, an hour ago, would have completely unnerved her.

“God, you’re good at this,” Bailey said, then dipped down to plant a wet one on Julie’s lips. “Now let’s get you outta those clothes, cuz. I’m betting your pussy is, like, on fire right about now.”

Embarrassed, Julie felt her cheeks get warm. Bailey was right; her pussy was dripping by that point.

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole, then slipped off her pink shorts, leaving the young woman’s body in only a bright lacy bra and a snow-white pair of panties.

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling anxious. The air roared in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched both shaking hands around her cousin’s wrists in a final moment of indecision.

“C’mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can also see it in your eyes, how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me…”

“What if… what if someone comes downstairs?”

“Not gonna happen. Your mother still thinks you’re upset and she specifically asked me and Mom to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly.”

“Oh… so what exactly are you doing down here, then?”

Bailey grinned slyly. “You know me. I never listen.”

Julie smiled at that answer, then nodded in agreement. She released her cousin’s wrists, submitting to her forbidden desires.

Bailey swiftly stripped the panties from Julie’s body, unveiling her cousin’s cunt to her voracious gaze. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the glorious sight.

“Your pussy…” Bailey whispered, bending to administer a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if it was the most coveted prize in the world. “It’s beautiful!” she said, and burrowed her face between Julie’s ivory thighs.

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. Bailey’s tongue swept through the cleft of her pussy, driving her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further inside, it wandered freely, blushing the narrow walls of Julie’s vagina.

Julie’s legs jerked until they eventually grew useless, just like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her own cousin only added fire to the excitement she felt.

Bailey hummed happily as she worked her skilled tongue around inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point.

Briefly lifting her face, Bailey exclaimed, “God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome!”

Julie couldn’t muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing that you simply want to scream with joy, but your jaws are locked, your voice muted.

Then Bailey stopped licking her again. “Sorry, cuz,” she said, “but I’m not ready to make you come, not yet.” She crawled on top of Julie, until their faces were nearly touching.

Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other’s faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, doing homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment, the two of them naked and vulnerable in each other’s arms.

Electric energy surged through their bodies as they studied one another. Bailey lowered her head and pressed her lips to Julie’s. This time they shared a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless.

“You like the way you taste?” Bailey whispered.

Julie nodded. She had sampled the creamy new texture on Bailey’s tongue, and for the first time in her life was able to give a flavor to sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted. Hopefully,  soon she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth water.

Bailey continued kissing Julie — on the lips, on the chin, on her neck, going lower each time. Once she reached Julie’s chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin’s shapely breasts. Then she bit the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth and growled.

“Are you mad?” Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound.

“A little bit,” Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner.

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring at her cousin’s bare breasts as there had been in Julie looking at hers. She’d always found Julie to have a perfectly sculpted body, and being able to see it unveiled for the first time in years was a gift she treasured.

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples hardened, changing to a much darker hue from the touch of her cousin’s warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure, one that she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely, realizing that she’d accepted this whole new reality of sex with a family member much more quickly than she would ever have imagined.

Bailey fondled Julie’s ivory cheek; there was love in her touch. “I want to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?”

Julie kissed her cousin’s loving hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to do the same for you.”

“Mmmm… I think we can arrange that,” Bailey said, still grinning that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was smoothly shaven; the pink nether lips glistening even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room.

Julie stared at her cousin’s nude figure, her eyes blazing, head reeling.  “I never…” She paused, struggling to finish her sentence.

“You never what?”

“I… I never imagined how… turned on I can get from seeing… you know, your p-pussy,” stuttered on the last word, which hadn’t been part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn’t the same Julie as before. This was the new Julie.

Bailey ran a hand between her legs. “I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother’s pussy… and I feel the same way, looking at yours. ”

My mother’s pussy, Julie thought, as a sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of the woman’s forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see Mom’s nipples, standing out prominently on her ripe breasts, begging to be licked and kissed. Her smoothly tanned tummy, gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below was her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful aroma of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, ready to be caressed by Julie’s tongue. And as crazy, even downright perverted, it may have seemed in the past, she now saw herself going down on her own mother.

My God… I want her, Julie told herself. I really do.

“Make a little room for me,” Bailey’s voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin, arranging herself until each girl’s head was parallel with the other’s pussy.

Julie, momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality — as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and looked directly into her cousin’s pink ravine, its clit swollen and ready at the apex.

Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into action, and she closed her eyes, parting her lips.

Then they began to lick each other.

Julie grabbed her cousin’s ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, trying to still the squirming pelvis above her face. The sweet scent of teen lust seemed to descend from the dampness and filter straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt Bailey’s magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, then lips closing over her bulging clit.

The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside like a whirlwind; that well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The heat of sexual rapture conquered every fiber of her body.

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, the old Julie was able to shriek one final thought: It’s your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It’s depraved. It’s wrong. It’s incest! But that cry was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the newer, bolder Julie, the Julie who only wanted to satisfy her own voracious appetite.

“Oh!” Bailey jerked as her own pussy was ravished by her cousin’s virgin mouth.

Julie vibrated with excitement as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn’t been exposed to her mother’s lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that it had finally caught up with her.

“Oh, fuck, Mommy! Fuck yes!” Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie’s mouth attacked her pussy. She wasn’t even aware that she’d cried out for her mother. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared.

The long couch at the heart of the living room creaked as memories of sex were embedded within its frame. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shining beautifully over the two wet bodies.

“Ohhmmm… yeah… right there, baby! Right there!” Bailey frantically cried.

“Oh yes, yes… oh, fuck me…” Julie moaned as her clit throbbed in Bailey’s mouth.

Their orgasms came crashing down like a tidal wave, claiming both girls simultaneously. She shook and moaned, and finally lay still.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had truly found peace. She had made a choice — much like her mother and aunt had years ago — to walk a path. And it was a damn good path.

Bailey rolled off of Julie, trying to stand, but instead dropping onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin’s juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her ecstasy slowly ebbed away.

Her body feeling like it had been poked with a thousand warm needles Julie peered down from the couch and saw her cousin collapsed on the floor, that devilish smile still on her lips. She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just laid there, gently stroking her pussy, drifting along the waves of her subsiding climax.

“Listen, Jules,” Bailey said in a low and husky voice. “How about me and you go upstairs and get ourselves more comfy? Let’s go up to my room, snuggle up in that big bed.”

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey’s.

“I would love to, sweetheart, but… I think I need to make a different visit first.”

“Oh?”

Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and tilted her head towards the upstairs landing.

Now Bailey got it. “Oh! You mean… your mother.”

Julie, her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. “Seriously, how fucked up is that?”

“It’s not,” Bailey answered. “I told you; don’t get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you’re thinking: Man, there’s a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and kiss her and taste her. You wanna fuck her! And y’know what; she’s upstairs thinking the exact same about you. And at the end of the day, you two and Mom and me will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really matter.”

Such simple truths she speaks, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it was time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of someone who saw what she wanted and went for it. Bailey was a creature of impulse, with a heart that outweighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book.

“You’re right.” Julie said, suddenly sitting up. Her mind was lucid, her decision had been made.

“Of course I am,” Bailey murmured with a smile.

Julie rose from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly, like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex. Now that memory felt like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe.

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a good look atf her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took.

“Hey, Jules.”

Her hand on the staircase’s steel handrail, Julie glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey’s bad-girl smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch.

“I dunno if you’re up for it, but in case you are — go to my bedroom and look under the covers before you pay your mom a visit.”

Julie’s lips parted; she was about to ask a question, but changed her mind. She glanced down at her body, realizing she was still nude. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around naked in the very house she had vacationed in ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother’s room and do something that would very likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairs.

The last time Julie saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much has happened in those sixty minutes, Julie thought.

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother had clearly gone back to her own room. It’s long after midnight, Julie thought. She might have already gone to sleep. But somehow, she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was awake.

Julie went into Bailey’s room first. She looked around, instantly noticing how the door to the adjoining shower-room was wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey’s bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room mirror that had started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other’s fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered how watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly, she’d begun to feel like the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. Of course, she couldn’t forget that increasing feeling of arousal.

Maybe it was wrong to feel that way — or so least that voice in her head had insisted — but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that watching Krystal and Bailey had gotten her hot, and she’d been thrilled when Mom had touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had just done with Bailey was amazing; now she was ready for the next step — the ultimate step.

Look under the covers, Bailey had told her. She lifted the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what have you got under here, Bai? 

It didn’t take her long to notice. She drew closer to it, fixed on it with wide open eyes, felt her heart thumping. She looked at it; the first one she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she knew that it was anything but. In fact, just by studying its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed new and thrilling sensations into Julie’s pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep, hollow void seeking fulfillment.

Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with both hands. She recognized the black leather harness, then glanced again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same sex toy she’d seen Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized, and liked.

She stood with the rubbery phallus in her hands, then positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding an erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

I wonder if Mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would use it on me. Her knees swayed forward, burying the cock in an imaginary cunt. Can I even take this thing inside me? It’s so damn… big! Then she began to imagine a voice, whispering in her ear. The sound came from her head, but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? I know you do. Then there was a climax and even Julie, who was only playing a pretending game, shuddered with excitement.

Julie knew then that she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 7, 2020 at 3:12 pm

by Funtoppings

(Previously in “Hidden in the Snow”: Julie is on a skiing vacation with her mother Debra, her aunt Krystal and cousin Bailey. They settle in for the evening, but when Julie gets up in the middle of the night, she is horrified to discover that Aunt Krystal and Bailey are having hot mother-daughter lesbian sex.)

***

After a minute, which felt like an eternity, of standing in front of her mother’s bedroom, contemplating and thinking about what she was going to say, Julie finally took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

“Mom, are you awake?”

“Yeah, honey. Come on in,” a voice uttered on the other end of the door.

It was early morning, quarter to eight the last time Julie checked the clock. She wasn’t sure how much she had slept, but it wasn’t a lot. She kept turning in bed most of the night, replaying those deplorable sights that she saw in Bailey’s room, chewing over how she should approach her mother about this.

Julie walked into her mother’s sunlit room. The window inside was wide open and a cool mountain breeze traveled inside, welcoming Julie with a cold kiss. A strong fragrance of lavender escaped from the shower, where Debra had just taken her morning bath.

Debra was sitting on the bed combing her wet hair. She was wearing her red cardigan sweater and a casual white skirt that ended just a few inches above her knees. The sunlight beamed beautifully off her clean golden hair. Once again, Julie found herself impressed by her mother’s well kept beauty. But it was a thought she would rather not have at that moment. It felt wrong.

“Jules, what are you doing up already? I thought you’ll be snoozing for at least another hour.”

“Yeah, well… I see you’re up early, too.”

“Oh, you know me, honey. I’m always the early-bird, already showered and everything. How was the night, you sleep okay?”

Julie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it immediately. She had an expression on her face as if her mother had asked her a trick math question, and she was trying to figure out the right answer in her head.

“You don’t look like you slept too well,” Debra jumped in before Julie could answer.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” Julie said wearily.

“You probably drank too much. Who am I kidding, I think I drank too much as well. You know your mother, kiddo, not much of a drinker.”

“Yeah… no, it’s not that.”

Debra put her comb aside and gave Julie a concerned look. She stood up looking wide eyed at her daughter. “What, what is it?”

Julie turned her head aside; she couldn’t say it and looked her mother straight in the eyes. She suddenly thought of how in a normal world, the next thing she was going to say to her mother was ‘I’m pregnant’ or ‘I’m getting married’, or even ‘Mom, I dropped out of school and joined a cult’. Anything was better than this. Of course this was not a normal world, not anymore. She woke up last night at 3:05 A.M to a new decadent and debauched world. The kind you read about in the papers. She knew it was time to share her insanity with the one person she trusted the most.

“I woke up in the middle of the night. I was thirsty as hell, had to go down to the kitchen to get some water.”

Debra listened carefully to her daughter. She was looking at her intently with squinted eyes, almost as if she was trying to decipher the image on a Magic Eye poster.

“Well, when I went into the hall, I heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room,” Julie continued. “I thought something was wrong and… I peeked into her room through the small window ouside.”

“What noises? What did you see?”

Julie took a deep breath and looked high above at the ceiling. Her mouth felt desert-dry. Warm tears were sizzling in her eyes.

“I saw Bailey… and I saw Aunt Krystal. And I swear to God I’m not lying, Mom, or telling a joke. But I saw Aunt Krystal and Bailey… on the bed… and they… they… they were naked. They were having sex.”

“What?”

Sex, they were having sex,” Julie said again, chocked up. Tears crawled down her cheeks.

Debra sat stiffly on the bed, her eyes wide with shock, her jaw unlocked. Both her hands, drawn closely to her lap, were playing nervously with each other. Looking over at Julie, she saw the tears flow from her daughter’s eyes. She got up and went over to embrace her; gave her a hug, so cozy and warm with a mother’s love.

“Okay, don’t worry, Jules. I’ll talk to Krystal. I’ll see what’s going on,” She whispered softly in her daughter’s ear. “Just don’t you worry. I want you to go to your room, and try to get some sleep. I… I really don’t know what else to say… not until I speak with Krystal.”

“It’s just so fucked up, Mom. I don’t think I can ever look them in the eyes again. Not ever.”

“I understand, sweetheart,” Debra kissed her daughter on the cheek. She looked deep into Julie’s sapphire blue eyes. “Go to your room. Close the door. And try to get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

“Okay,” Julie said softly. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I love you too.”

Debra gave Julie a warm hug again. A dark shadow settled across her face as soon she rested her head on the teen’s shoulder. Julie quietly left the room, and Debra stared blankly at the door, left stunned by what her daughter had said.

But in a way, she was not completely surprised.

In fact, she was hardly surprised at all.

***

Thirty minutes after Julie had told of her shocking experience, Debra was still seated in her room, staring at the walls. She watched her own reflection on the big mirror and for some reason, rather inappropriately for that moment, wondered how desirable she still was.

She remembered a year ago, when Julie had come home with her boyfriend, Jason. It was the first time she met the young man. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled-chin type of a fellow. At one point, she served them cold drinks; both Julie and Jason were sitting on the white leather couches in the living room. As Debra brought down the tray of cold lemonades on the table, she could easily notice Jason glancing at her cleavage with hungry eyes.

Of course, she would never tell this to Julie. But still, it felt nice to be ogled, to be viewed as sexy. And she was sexy, at least according to her friends, her jogging buddies and the women at her hair salon. They were all very complimentary to her. Yet you never really know who’s telling the truth and who’s being nice to the poor bereaved woman, whose kids had already left her to potter about in an almost empty house.

Eventually, she stepped out of her room. She looked down the corridor at the small shadow peeking underneath Krystal’s door. She suddenly felt like one of those sheriffs in the old Westerns she used to watch as a child, just before they were about to enter a saloon full of dirty desperadoes.

This will either end nicely or in a shootout, she thought.

The air in the corridor was thick with morning stillness. Bailey was fast asleep in her room; her night, which was packed with a wild succession of orgasms, had induced a session of unthinkable and vivid dreams. Julie was also asleep. She’d found it much easier to drift off, once the burden of her secret had been shared with Mom.

Debra walked over to Krystal’s room and knocked on her door.

“Krystal, are you up?” No answer.

Debra paused, and then knocked again. “Kryst—”

The door opened. Krystal was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding on the door knob, the other holding on the white towel wrapped around her hair. Beads of water glistened on her neck and above the hollow of her breasts.

“Good morning, good morning. I see you’re already up,” Krystal smiled wearily and gestured for Debra to come inside.

“Yeah, well you know me, always the—”

“Always the early bird,” Krystal smirked. “Yes, yes, I know.”

Krystal opened the curtains of her window, sweeping the room with great beams of sunlight. “Wow, beautiful day out,” she said and unwrapped the towel from her hair. “I guess we can enjoy it while it lasts, I heard we may be getting some snowstorms today.”

“Yeah, I heard it too,” Debra said.

Krystal swiftly walked to her closet, where she kept her unpacked vacation clothes. She studied each sweater and  pair of pants that she took out of the shelves, and then tossed them carelessly on top of her bed, creating a heap of clothes.

“Ugh. First thing I’m doing back home is buying an all new wardrobe for winter.” She then turned to Debra. “How you doing, hon? You had coffee already? If not, then wait for me. I’ll make us a fresh pot.”

Debra paused before she answered. She didn’t need a cup of coffee to get an adrenaline rush in her veins. Not this morning.

“No. Not yet.”

Krystal turned to Debra, she noticed some stiffness in her sister’s voice. “What’s up with you? You’re okay?”

Debra quietly walked over to the window at the far side of the room. There was a white wooden desk-chair bathing in the morning sunlight, and she sat in it. She looked outside the window at the silvery blue skies, searching far away into the heavens.

“Helloooo, Debra? Everything’s all right?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Debra replied solemnly, without taking her eyes off the window.

Krystal dropped the red sweater she was holding in her hands, and turned to her sister; a grave look on her face. “What? What do you mean?”

Debra, sitting with her back to Krystal, watched white clouds slowly drifting in the skies, mesmerized. She hesitated for just a second, but when she did finally speak, the words came out of her mouth like heavy bricks.

“My daughter told me that she woke up in the middle of the night. And she heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room.”

Krystal froze. Her eyes closed tightly.

“She saw you and Bailey inside,” there was a long pause before she continued. “She saw what you were doing.”

“How?”

“How?” Debra said abruptly. “Really, Krystal? That’s the question? How?”

Krystal hung her head and said, “No. No, of course not. Oh God…”

After a brief moment of silence, Krystal walked over to Debra. She placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, which became warm from sunlight, and gave them a light squeeze. Debra reacted with listless apathy to Krystal’s touch; she simply stared outside the window with bright eyes, looking far away into the distance.

“I didn’t mean for her to see it… I didn’t mean to—”

“So you have sex with your daughter?” Debra asked, her words cutting like a sharp knife.

Krystal’s grip tightened around her sister’s shoulders. “Yes,” she replied, her answer both honest and awful.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Krystal took a deep breath. Water began to drip from her soaked hair. There was such a bitter silence in the room she could actually hear each drop as it crashed on the hardwood floor.

“For a few months now,” she answered.

“I… I didn’t know you did that… with her…”

“Come on, sister. You know what type of family we came from. You know the deal. It shouldn’t come to you as that much of a surprise.”

Debra didn’t answer, but rather kept looking deep into the sunny blue skies, but it wasn’t the clouds she was looking at, not even the tremendous silhouette of Mount Mansfield peering up ahead in the distance. She was looking at her past — a few decades into her past.

While society always looked at inter-family relations as taboo and immoral, Krystal and Debra grew up in a house where such things were commonplace. Of course, they were also smart enough to know not to talk about it outside the confines of their home; it was the family secret.

It was their mother who suggested to both Debra and Krystal that they have sex for the first time. It was their mother who taught them that as long as they are mature enough to understand the implications of their doings, then there is no shame in sharing love with a close member of the family.

In her later years, Debra would look at her past with a small measure of regret of how she was brought up, but not with complete disdain. As far as she could tell, she and her sister were brought up in a loving home environment with gentle parents who were adored by both children and adults alike. Most important, though, was the fact that their parents never forced anything upon them, but only presented them with an option. They explained to them the ways of the family and would have gladly accepted whichever path the sisters chose to take. If they wanted to, Debra and Krystal could have refused. They could have easily been taken out of this close intimate circle. But they didn’t.

Krystal and Debra grew up in the same room, where they shared everything from clothes to personal secrets. They always had a loving relationship, but once they discovered the pleasures of sex with one another, their love flowered into something much greater.

“Come on, Deb. It’s been so long for me. I didn’t have any serious relationship with a man for over sixteen years.” Krystal said. Her hands were softly kneading Debra’s shoulders.

“You dated lots of men, Krystal. It was your decision not to remarry. It was only your decision. God knows you had options.”

“True. I’m not denying it. But I couldn’t remarry because I didn’t want to live in a lie. I didn’t want to wake up in bed every morning to a person that I knew… that I knew I could never love—”

“Don’t say it, Krystal.”

“—as much as I loved you.”

Suddenly, the vivid colors washed out of Debra’s world and grew sepia-toned. It was as if someone knocked her out of her seat and kicked her thirty years into the past. She could literally smell the fragrance of the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house she grew up in.

She remembered all the love that had been shared between her and Krystal. How they would have the most amazing sex; the type she was never able to duplicate — not with her husband, not with anyone. It was the perfect mixture of curious young love and the explosive nature of their raging hormones.

“And now I have my new love. Now I have Bailey,” Krystal said softly, still massaging Debra’s shoulders and neck. “Now that she’s old enough, she understands. She understands after all these years, why her mother was alone, and where her mother’s passion really lies. And the beautiful thing is — she wants to partake in all of this. She wants to.”

“Don’t you want Bailey to grow up — I don’t know — normal? Have a conventional life. Date boys. Marry a man?” Debra said, and briefly thought of Julie, holding her acceptance letter from Columbia, beaming with joy.

“Normal… we grew up normal, Debra. We both dated boys; we both got engaged; we both got married and had babies, and that was wonderful, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I offer my child the same options as we were offered. She is an adult. If and when the day comes that she wants to move out on her own and bring men to the house for me to meet, then I’ll support her all the way.”

“And if she’ll bring a woman?”

Debra couldn’t see it, but a mild smile broke on Krystal’s face.

“If she wants to bring a woman, then I’ll support it as well. In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bailey turned out to be a lesbian…”

Debra understood. She had considered herself to be straight for the second half of her life, but her fondest sexual memories were with a woman; with Krystal.

“Does Bailey like it? Does she enjoy it, you know, like we did?”

There was a silvery glow in Krystal’s eyes. She slowly leaned closer to her sister; her naked breasts swaying under the fabric of her bathrobe.

“Oh, yes. She enjoys it,” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “We have the most amazing sex, Deb.”

Debra closed her eyes, and a series of images floated beneath the underside of her eyelids. All of the images were of her sister and young niece: naked; kissing; touching. Except from one image, that floated above all the rest like a drifting cloud in the sky. It was an image of Julie holding that acceptance letter; her eyes radiating.

“And your Julie… you can’t tell me you don’t fantasize about being with her, now can you?”

Debra shifted in her seat. “No… no, I don’t.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Come on, now…”  Krystal grinned. Her hands traveled from the base of Debra’s neck and slyly slithered down to the top of her cleavage line. “Don’t lie, sweetie. The thought of doing it with Julie has to have crossed your mind.”

Debra’s throat was arid; the breath stood frozen in her chest. At that moment she was thinking about Julie; her young, beautiful Julie.

“I bet it was never easy for you playing the role of The Mom when you have a child that is a living, breathing wet-dream; especially for someone with such a keen taste for women as you. Last night while we were watching the movie, it really dawned on me how amazingly beautiful your Julie is. Those mesmerizing blue eyes…”  Krystal’s words trailed off as she planted a wet kiss on Debra’s left cheek.

Suddenly Debra thought of eyes; almond shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. She thought of eyes that were blue and deep as the summer skies, and that sparkled like bright midnight stars. And when those eyes stared at her, she could feel her spirit soar.

“And her beautiful soft lips; you had to dream about those lips…”  Krystal continued and kissed Debra again, this time on the groove of her neck.

In her mind, Debra imagined the kiss coming from a much younger mouth, glistering with moisture and innocence.

“And her breasts: so beautiful and mouthwatering. I imagine she has the pinkest nipples. Just wrapping your mouth around one of them, mmmm…” She nuzzled Debra’s neck.

Her hands slid down the cleavage of Debra’s cardigan and slipped underneath the bra. She cupped her sister’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them with such unrestrained passion that it caused her own nipples to stiffen from excitement.

It felt good to Debra as well. She closed her eyes, bathing in the sunlight and savoring the moment. Her heart was beating vigorously. Her nipples throbbed as her sister’s thumbs gently rubbed them. Her hands were clenched over her knees as shivers of desire raced through her frame.

“Her gorgeous, mouth watering, slender body…”  Krystal laid another wet kiss on the bottom of Debra’s chin.

“That round, firm ass…”

And another kiss fell on the corner of the mouth.

“Her creamy, delicate, moist pussy …”

This time, Krystal found her sister’s lips. They shared a long and sensuous kiss, like two lovers that were thrown into each other’s arms after years of separation… which in a way, they were.

Their tongues rolled against each other, both drenched and slippery with anticipation. Debra remembered when she was younger, kissing her sister for the very first time, how it had felt so innocent yet exhilarating, and today, thirty years later, the kiss still felt every bit as wonderful.

Krystal eventually broke the kiss, but gave Debra a coquettish smile, full of wicked intent, and Debra immediately knew where this was headed. And as her sister led her to the bed, Debra realized that she hadn’t felt so excited and happy for a long time.

“God, Deb, I’ve wanted this so much,” Krystal said as they both embraced and kissed on the bed. Underneath them were a crumpled sheet and a pile of clothes that didn’t matter to anyone.”I wanted to have you back in my arms for so long. My tongue never forgot the way you tasted.”

Krystal reached down, sliding a hand under Debra’s skirt and into her panties. She laced her fingers through a patch of curly hair until she found her older sister’s hidden treasure. Debra immediately retaliated with a moan and a sudden quiver of her hips.

“Oh, yes!” Krystal bubbled. “You’re practically dripping down there!”

Debra, who spent countless lonely nights fantasizing of fingers other than her own, strumming her clit and awarding her with orgasmic relief, shuddered at her sister’s touch. Her head was swimming as Krystal stroked between her legs.

Krystal finally took the hand away from her sister’s pussy. The fingers gleamed with a fresh coat of nectar. She guided them to Debra’s lips.

“Come on,” Krystal whispered.”Taste yourself.”

Debra, without much hesitation, snaked out her tongue and licked the fluids off her sister’s fingers. Not one to hold back on her own burning desires, Krystal pushed her tongue out as well and cleaned the remaining streaks of juice from her own fingers. Eventually, their tongues met and they exchanged a sloppy kiss.

“You taste amazing, sis,” Krystal whispered in her ear.

Debra looked at her sister with big eyes that burned with passion. Her pussy ached to be reintroduced — after so many years — to Krystal’s mouth. Her eyes grew even wider and hungrier once Krystal disrobed, revealing her clean, naked body.

Debra gazed at her sister, now completely exposed, and the most impure thoughts danced in her head. She hadn’t seen that body, in all its glory, for over twenty-five years. It was no longer the body of the nineteen-year-old she remembered, but that of a beautiful woman who had aged very well. Her tits were perfectly round and naturally big, only sagging a bit. She’d always felt a little jealous of how Krystal’s chest had blossomed so nicely, and while her own chest was hardly considered small, she still believed her sister had struck lucky in that department. Looking down, she saw a lush tuft of dark pubic hair, casually trimmed into a fuzzy triangle. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, craving for the feeling of that curly hair tickling her nose while she suckled on her sister’s moist labia.

“You look gorgeous, Krystal.”

Krystal smiled as she presented her breasts to her sister’s awaiting mouth. Debra enthusiastically played with the nipples, which grew like fresh berries as she sucked them.

Krystal rubbed feverishly between her legs; the stiffening sensation of her sensitive nipples had clicked a switch in her pussy. Now it felt wilder and more alive than ever. As Debra sucked on her nipples, Krystal thought she might orgasm from that stimulation alone. She almost surrendered to the pleasure, but her lips started to tingle and the need to finally taste her sister grew stronger.

“God, I want you!” Krystal cried. She unbuttoned Debra’s cardigan to expose her white lace bra, which quickly found itself tossed on the floor. Krystal latched onto her sister’s left nipple, sucking on it with the intensity of a wild animal, then switched to the other. The nerves in Debra’s breasts became a network of stimulation, rapidly sending signals of pleasure down to her vagina.

“Oh, Krystal… lick me down there. Please.”

Krystal grabbed the hem of Debra’s skirt and raised it above the waist area, exposing a pair of white lace panties, now accented by the forming of a large wet spot. She pressed her nose against her sister’s crotch and took a giant whiff.

“Mmmm… you smell terrific. Maybe I’ll just sit here all day and just smell you.” Krystal said teasingly, and buried her nose yet again at Debra’s crotch, pressing it hard against her clit.

“N-No… p-please… go down on me. I’m begging you!” Debra squirmed.

“Well, all right,” Krystal grinned slyly. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and rolled her sister’s panties down and off. Looking at the engorged lips of Debra’s pussy made her mouth water.

She thrust her head between her older sister’s legs, welcoming Debra back to a world of Sapphic thrills.

Debra shivered with ecstasy. Her uncontrollable moans grew louder and louder and gradually turned into guttural cries of insatiable pleasure. With the final thread of sanity in her head, it struck her that she might be overheard, so she crushed a pillow into her face, then released a stream of stifled cries.

Krystal, fired by her sister’s muffled moans, felt her own pussy dribbling warm fluids. She quickly began to finger herself.

Debra sensed her climax approaching as the walls of her pussy contracted over her sister’s tongue. She could feel sweet release pulsating in the veins in her neck and at the bottom of her feet. Her left toe vibrated uncontrollably, like a plucked guitar string. She tightened her grip on the pillow and burrowed her face even deeper against it,  bellowing at the top of her lungs.

In this deep reservoir of ecstasy, Debra envisioned her lover making love to her. She looked downwards and saw her lover nestled between her outspread thighs, resting a hand on her belly; licking her, nibbling her clit, nose pressing against her pubic bone. Everything around her lover became vividly whiter and brighter and heavenly. In her vision, she covered her lover’s hand with her own, and their fingers laced together. In the real world, she laced her fingers through empty air.

Then her lover’s face rose from between her legs to smile at her with perky lips that gleamed with her juices, a glowing nimbus surrounding her head. She saw her lover’s face; beautiful, angelic, silky, youthful.

It was Julie’s face. She saw her daughter, Julie. Her lover.

“Mmmmm… g-god, J-Julieeeee… ahhhh!” 

A jolt of electricity traveled down Debra’s body; ran from the core of her pussy all the way down to her toes. Krystal sat up and stared, warm fluids covering her mouth and chin as she watched her sister violently convulse in an unrelenting orgasm.

“Oh, God!” Debra shuddered, her entire body steamed like hot, wet velvet. This felt like the greatest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Thrusting her arms out, she reached for Krystal, desperate for her embrace. Krystal smiled and crawled on top of her sister, feeling Debra’s slick, sweaty body vibrating under hers.

“Debra?”

“Yesss…”  Debra whispered, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.

“Did you just… ? Did you call out Julie’s name?”

Debra’s breasts heaved as she slowly regained her breath. Her thoughts were still cloudy and adrenaline still pumped chaotically in her veins. What is Krystal talking about? she wondered. Julie? I called out for Julie? Surely she’s mistaken.

“What? No. No, of course not.”

Krystal laughed as she held tighter against her sister and planted a wet kiss on her right cheek.  “Yes, you did,” she said, giggling. “You said Julie’s name. You thought of her when you came, didn’t you?”

Debra stared intently at the wooden planked ceiling and realized her sister was right; she was visualizing Julie in her head as a part of her fantasy; as her lover.

“Yes… yes, I guess I did,”  she said. Suddenly she realized that she had climaxed to the image of her daughter. And deep inside, she also knew that it wasn’t the first time she did so either. There were other times. “I’ve wanted her so badly…” she whispered.  “I can’t lie about it anymore. Not to myself, not to you.”

There had been many other times, in fact.

“You really want her?”

“I’ve pictured making love to her so many times.” Debra playfully caressed the length of her sister’s neck. She wondered what Julie’s skin would feel like.

Krystal rolled off her sister’s body and over to her side of the bed. The confession from her sister had instigated a tingling in her pussy that was rife with untamed excitement. Her left hand automatically traveled south.

“God, sometimes during the night,” Debra continued speaking, still engulfed in her memories, “when I’m all alone in the house. I’ll look at some of her photos — especially those sexy eight-by-tens she did when she modeled — and I would masturbate to them.”

“G-G-God, yesss…”  Krystal’s voice wavered. She closed her eyes and allowed Debra’s story to take shape in her head.

Debra suddenly grew aware of her sister’s self pleasure.  “Krystal?”

“Just keep talking to me, baby.” Her voice was shaky. “What do you want to do to your daughter?”

Realizing she was now playing the catalyst to her sister’s orgasm, Debra curled beside Krystal, drew close to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck her.”

“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh, Jesus…”

“I want. To fuck. My daughter.” She repeated it again, slower this time. It was strange how that string of words didn’t sound all that preposterous to her. It actually tuned in her ears quite nicely.

“Ohhhhhh…” Krystal whimpered. For a moment, Debra was sure she was also crying as a forceful orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Fluids seeped from her cunt, leaking onto the sheets.

Debra climbed on top of her sister in a sixty-nine, and each woman buried her face in a juicy pussy.

“Oh fuck, sis. I’m gonna come in your mouth!” Krystal growled.

Debra felt her body becoming useless as ecstasy suddenly swamped her all over again. “Me too, baby. Me t-too,” she gasped.

They climaxed in unison. Their bodies, tangled and entwined in a ball of limbs and sweat, quivered as the orgasm spun inside them like a hot tornado. They collapsed, each to their own side of the bed, both trying to regain a sense of placement. Then Debra cuddled next to her sister, and they both floated silently back to the here and now. For a long time, their breathing did the only talking.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows and flooded every corner of the room. Debra stared blankly at the window, unable to remember the last time she’d felt so peaceful and satisfied.

“So… have you figured out what you’re gonna say to Julie?” Krystal broke the silence.

Debra kissed her sister on the shoulder and buried her cheek against that very same spot. “No, not really. I’m not really sure I’m going to say anything. At least not the full extent of it.”

“But, Deb—”

No, Krystal. I know what you have with Bailey is amazing and… and I envy you, I really mean it. But I don’t know if I’m ready at this stage to cross that border with Julie. I’m not sure how she’ll react at this point. I just… I just don’t know.”

Krystal wrapped a warm arm around Debra’s nude body and hugged her tightly.

“I understand, sweetie. I just wish… with all four of us here on vacation, far away from anyone we know, We could have so much fun…”

Debra knew that her sister was right.

***

“Okay, so the files should be waiting for you in your inbox, so just tell me if… h-hello? Hello?”

“I’m here. I can hear you just fine, Audra,” Julie told her roommate. But she still removed the cell phone from her ear and surveyed the screen. There was a weak signal.

“Oh, okay. Cause I’m hearing you totally shitty, Jule. Where the heck did you say this lodge is again? Like up in the fucking woods or something?”

“Something like that. This entire area is kind of secluded,” Julie said and stretched her feet on the bed.”I’m actually surprised I’m getting any phone signal at all.”

“So, how you been doin’ over there anyway? Did any skiing?”

“No. No skiing,” Julie told her roommate with a sigh.

“Oh… ? Why not? For God’s sakes, Jule, you’re on a skiing trip…”

“Yeah, I know. I skied yesterday. As for today, well…”

Julie’s voice trailed off into silence. She looked up at the silver moon, shining through her bedroom window. She searched for answers in its glow.

“Well… well, what?” Audra asked.

“Nah, it’s nothing serious. I kind of had a little… argument with my family.”

“What about?”

Julie wiped a light film of sweat from her forehead. The toes of her bare feet curled like talons. “It’s nothing, Audra. I — I really don’t wanna get into this. It’s really not that big a deal.” She closed her eyes, hoping Audra wouldn’t poke harder on this matter.

“Okay, babe, if you say so.” There was a silent pause, which Julie initially thought resulted from a bad connection, but eventually Audra’s voice emerged from the other side of the phone. “So, what did you do all day, then?”

After five minutes of talking the connection became unbearable and Julie had to end the conversation. She gave a long sigh as she placed the cell phone on the nightstand. It was good to talk to Audra. Granted, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation they’d ever had, but it was still nice to talk to a sane voice from back home. God knows, there weren’t a lot of sane voices at the lodge.

That thing that she saw the night before still haunted her memory; the images and sounds looped in the back of her mind like a never-ending motion picture. The lewd words coming out of her aunt’s mouth jingled in her ears throughout the day. Lick my pussy, baby… lick Momma’s pussy. Julie shuddered.

She approached the window in her room and looked outside at the shadowy coldness with a wan expression on her face. It was nearing midnight, winter snow was pouring down on Stowe, coming hard and heavy. The weather, which had started pleasantly warm and sunny, quickly deteriorated around midday to a maelstrom of whirling whiteness. At first, the skies became overcast with menacing silver clouds, followed by an unrelenting onslaught of pouring snow. Then the blizzards came, screaming and swirling, and taking on the snow with a mad flurry.

Julie remembered how earlier in the day, while she was eating a late lunch at a local café, she got a text message from her mom, telling her that she should probably return back to the lodge before the weather worsened. When she had taken a cab back home, the cab-driver, whose rough facial features looked as if they were carved by stone, was kind enough to give her his two cents on the matter.

“Yep, it looks like one heckuva shit-storm is heading our way. Pardon my French, Miss,” the driver had grumbled. Julie sat in the back seat and stared at the frozen road outside her window, grimacing.

She leaned forward, so he could hear her voice over the car engine.”Really, you think so?”

“You betcha. My boss — may he die a thousand deaths — called me off the graveyard shift I was s’posed to work tonight. Called off almost everyone from the station who was supposed to work tonight. And that sonovabitch don’t call off anyone — unless it’s somethin’ really bad, like this weather here. Again, pardon my French.”

Julie graciously smiled at him and leaned back in her seat.

Now, looking out through the window in her bedroom, she understood what he was talking about.

God, let this weather calm down by tomorrow, she prayed silently. I won’t be able to stay sequestered in this place for the whole day with Bailey and Aunt Krystal. I just won’t be. 

Then she heard a faint knock on the door.

Julie cautiously walked towards the door, moving barefooted over pinewood flooring. She paused for a moment, a wreath of air caught in her lungs.

“Who is it?” she asked tentatively.

“It’s me, honey,” her mother’s voice.

A sense of relief rushed through her body as she opened the door for her mom.

Debra walked in, wearing a beautiful crimson-colored stretch nightgown that ended a few inches above her knees and with a cleavage that left very little to the imagination. Her golden hair, showered and combed, fell neatly over her shoulders. She quickly entered and sat on the edge of Julie’s bed, softly tapping a nervous right fist against a sweaty left palm.

“So, Jules… we didn’t get to speak much today,” Debra said, looking down at her polished toenails.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I just had to get outta the house for a while. You know…”

Debra nodded, her lips tightening.

“So, Mom,” Julie took a step closer to her mother. “Did you talk to Aunt Krystal? You know, about last night?”

Debra nodded again, still peering down at her toes. “I did. I did, and…”  she raised her head to look at Julie, but froze when she met her eyes.

Dressed in a sexy white camisole and a low-cut pair of bright pink shorts, the twenty-two-year-old looked like she had just stepped out of one of Debra’s most salacious dreams. Her white top, cropped at the midriff, exposed her flat, taut tummy. Pink shorts covered the smallest amount of her shapely ass, revealing just a little skin from the bottom curves of her buttocks.

Debra followed the inseam of Julie’s shorts with her eyes; she studied the line, which curved around her daughter’s sleek thigh, and then stopped at the crotch, where the subtle protrusion of Julie’s nether lips seemed to be visible through the fabric.

Her beauty was almost mythical in the way it turned its appreciators into thoughtless, motionless statues. Like me, Debra thought.

“Mom?” Julie’s voice roused Debra from her reverie.

Debra’s dark eyes jumped at Julie. “Sweetie?”

“You were saying something?”

“Yes,” She cleared her throat. “Krystal — I did speak with her.”

Debra slid backwards on Julie’s bed, dragging her bum across the mattress, until she felt a large pillow cushioning her back. The lower hem of her dress got pulled up a bit, exposing a hint of her beautifully tanned thighs.

“Come, lie next to me. I want to talk to you,” she said, lightly patting a vacant spot beside her.

Julie stared at her mother, a storm of bewilderment settling across her face. Her lower lip was jutted out in a pout, its pink flesh glistering.

Debra saw that lip and wanted it. She longed to trace it with her tongue, then suck it into her mouth. She wanted to guide Julie’s pretty mouth down between her legs, and make it —

She blinked her eyes twice, and the lewd images vanished from her head. This is no time to get lost in such fantasies, she realized.

“Come on, sit,” Debra asked again. Julie slid next to her mother on the bed.

Debra inched closer to Julie and slowly began to run her fingers through her child’s dark raven hair.

“Listen, before I speak about your Aunt Krystal, there’s something I want to tell you about our family,” Debra paused and then added: “My family.”

Julie listened, a frown line delved between her eyebrows.

“My side of the family has always been more — oh, how do I put it — open towards the idea of inter-family relations.” She was lying so close to Julie that she could feel her daughter’s skin rippling with fresh goosebumps. She squeezed tighter against her and continued.

“Basically what this means is, we were doing things in our house, that were… Well, let’s say they weren’t things we were supposed to talk about, if you know what I mean.”

Julie’s face turned ivory white. “Things like, what I saw last night?” she asked faintly, surprised that her throat was able to make a sound.

Debra nodded. “It’s really hard to understand this — not unless you lived through it, and I’m actually not going to try to explain, but I just need you to know that for us, back then, it was perfectly normal.” She wrapped a warm arm around Julie’s shoulders. “Just like for you, growing up in a big wonderful house, having your own room, watching game shows every night as a family. That was your life. My life… it was different. Definitely different.” She paused, then added, “Sweetheart, I know how strange it sounds…”

Julie lay on the bed, her body feeling useless. Her mother was hugging her with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. A slew of emotions raged through her body, harder and faster than the snowstorm that raged outside.

“It sounds wrong, that’s what it sounds like, Mom,” Julie said through tears that were burning the back of her throat. “I know it’s not your fault, Mom, and that you were young, but there are laws against such things. I mean, it sounds like Gramma and Grampa totally took advantage of–”

“Shhh,” Debra said. “Your grandparents are long gone, and I don’t want you speaking badly of them.”

Debra moved even closer to Julie; she pressed her cheek against her daughter’s and felt tears lingering between them. “Regardless of right or wrong, there is no one at fault here. Not Gramma, not Grampa, not Krystal, not me. When we did what we did, both your aunt and I were old enough to make decisions on our own. We chose to… to walk a certain path.”

The more she heard, the more Julie felt like her body was sinking into the bed, like a bad dream where you’re trapped in quicksand. She wanted to hate her mother, yet found herself unable to do so. In a way, she admired her for coming forward with such a dark secret, which had been buried in her past for so long.

“And now, your aunt Krystal — and I swear to God I didn’t know it until today, when you told me — apparently, she had chosen to walk this very same path… only this time, with her daughter.”

Julie thought of Bailey. She was close to her, and knew her so well — or at least she thought so. Was Bailey just acting this all time? she wondered. Talking about boys; displaying acts of rebelliousness against her mother like every child. Is this all an act? 

The thoughts were jumbled in Julie’s head; they jumped from Bailey to Krystal to her mother and then back to Bailey. There was a deep silence in the room, and for a while the only noises that were heard were the faint groans coming from the lodge’s old foundations.

Debra let her hand rest on top of Julie’s exposed flat belly, and pressed her lips against the side of her child’s head, right above the ear, giving her a warm, motherly kiss.

Julie edged closer to her mother. Somewhere in this sea of emotions and feeling of being lost, she welcomed the warmness. She enjoyed her mother’s kiss; it felt like something ordinary and familiar in a moment that was fraught with unfamiliarity. And when her mother started to brush her hand across her tummy in warm, friendly circles, she was soothed even more.

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” Debra breathed in Julie’s ear.

“Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Everything. I just don’t know what to think,” she said, soothed by the movements of Mom’s hand over her belly.

She noticed the lines across the fingers of her mother’s hand, and realized that the years take their toll on anyone or anything. Her mother — maybe once, a long time ago — was like Krystal. And even then, it was simply the result of her upbringing. But while Krystal had taken the lessons of her childhood and morphed them into a twisted sexual fantasy, using her daughter as a toy in her game, her mother had bravely decided to shake the shadows of her past, to walk a different, better path. And that path was why Julie had grown up like a normal girl, with the fondest childhood memories a person could ever ask for. She had her mother to thank for that.

“I love you, Mom,” Julie whispered.

“Now, that’s twice in one day that you said that,” Debra told her, smiling. “I’m going to start thinking that you really mean it.”

Julie giggled and wrapped her long legs around her mother’s. “I mean it. I love you. And that’s three times.”

Debra kissed her on the cheek. It was a big wet kiss that left a moist imprint on Julie’s rosy skin. “I love you too, honey.”

They both lay on the bed, nestled together. Julie’s legs were tangled with her mother’s, their cheekbones touching, their bodies exchanging pleasant and affectionate heat.

Debra brushed her left hand across her daughter’s smooth belly, then let it drift upward; sometimes sneaking a few fingers under the lower hem of the camisole, just beneath the valley of Julie’s breasts. And then sometimes it moved south; grazing over the belly button, then sweeping even lower.

The right hand toyed with Julie’s hair. The fingers grazed each lock of hair with a wealth of compassion, sending tiny waves of pleasure all the way down to her scalp.

“Mmmm…” Julie purred. Her eyes closed as she allowed the soothing sensations to take over her body.

She received another kiss from her mother — right above the lips, then yet another, an inch to the right.

The mature woman shifted her body even closer to her daughter.

Julie felt her mother’s breasts pressing against her arm, and she noticed how the nipples grew erect under the fabric of the woman’s gown, to the point they were poking her skin.

Their noses were almost touching. They inhaled and exhaled each other’s breath, creating a warm circulation of air between their bodies.

Debra’s left hand, feeling overly playful, traveled lower than ever before and now it was moving just a hint above the waistband of Julie’s pink shorts.

The twenty-two-year-old, who was known for her sharp mind and quick thinking among her school colleagues, was so beguiled by the feeling of comfort and delight that she didn’t even notice at first when her mother slipped a hand beneath the elastic of her shorts.

With a hand pressed against the soft fabric of Julie’s panties, right above her delicate mound, Debra lowered her lips to her daughter’s and hovered above them for a few precious moments.

Then Julie felt it.

The realization of it slowly trickled into her consciousness, like water from a wounded bucket. Her knees were the first to show signs of weakness but then it quickly transitioned to her entire legs, and arms, and neck, and before she sunk into that fragile point-of-no-return she realized that her mother was masturbating her. Then the woman, who had once fed her by the spoon, and taught her how to tie her tiny shoes, pressed her lips against Julie’s mouth and gave her a kiss.

Julie was close to surrendering to her mother’s touch. Her thighs squeezed together, and her pussy began to throb.

Why fight it? She wondered. Who would know? Who would tell? Is it so awful? It’s not. It’s wonderful. 

Her lips parted as a low moan escaped from her mouth, and it gave her mother a chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue easing between Julie’s lips.

But soon enough, a millisecond in real world time, a switch clicked in Julie’s head. For the first time, it struck her, exactly what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Julie gasped, and pushed her mother’s face away.

Frightened, Debra withdrew the hand away from her daughter’s shorts and clutched it tightly to her chest. The expression on her face was of shame and terror.

They both stared at each other, stunned and speechless. Julie’s eyes were wide and angry, her cheeks a feverish red. Debra watched her, frozen. Her high, rich color was gone. She tried to say she was sorry, she tried to apologize and explain, but Julie waved her off and headed straight to the door.

She clutched the doorknob and held the cold brass for a few seconds, contemplating. She looked back over her shoulder; a cold shadow crossing her face as she spoke.

“I’m going down to the living room,” she said coldly. “Don’t come after me. Don’t any of you come after me. I just… I don’t want to see you.”

“Julie, wait—”

But it was too late. Julie had already stormed out of the room.

Outside, snow flurries were still raging all over Stowe. Main streets were blocked and the forests were heavily powdered. It was very clear that the snow was there to stay.

And that means, for the next twenty four hours, your room is a sanctuary. So you’d better make the most of it.

On to Chapter Three!

 

Don’t Ask Me What Happened

  • Posted on June 3, 2020 at 6:10 pm

by Sheilamuffin

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2009}

My eight-year-old daughter comes into the bedroom. She is naked. She climbs on to my bed and straddles my face. And giggles.

Her slit is spread over my mouth, my nose pressed against her sweet little pucker. What should I do? What would you do?

No, I didn’t expect this. No, I didn’t put her up to it. Though I am a lesbian, there is no history of me doing sex things with my daughter.

Yes, I am aroused, The clean, sweet taste and smell of her, the lovely pink cleft of her bare vagina… I’d be crazy not to be aroused. But I am also amazed. The weirdest part was the giggle. Like she knew she was being naughty, and loved it. The way children take such pleasure from casual wickedness.

She wriggles, my darling Megan. I have made no move to push her off my face. I am supine, passive, awaiting outcomes. She wriggles, and I hear her girlish laughter again. I resist the temptation to explore her pretty little slit with my tongue.

But I want to. Despite myself. Despite my upbringing. Despite the terrifying taboos of pedophilia and incest.

“Mommy, please don’t be mad at me, okay?” she whispers.

You know those phrases in porn stories like “my cunt was on fire,” “I was dripping wet,” et cetera? Well, though I was more aroused than I could ever remember being, I can’t tell you about the state of my cunt right then… because my whole being was focused on the sweet hairless sex that was brushing my lips. I didn’t reply to Megan. I couldn’t. Surely if I so much as parted my lips, I would be kissing my eight-year-old daughter’s cunny.

“Becky dared me to.”

Oh. An explanation, then. Becky, my little girl’s best friend — same age, and already well aware of the effect sexy little girls had on certain twisted grown women — Becky had dared my Megan to sit on her mommy’s face. Well, there you are.

Megan continued to speak. “Becky and her mom do sex stuff, and she dared me to do something with you.”

I froze. Becky’s mom has sex with her daughter?

Megan’s voice fell to a soft murmur. “But it didn’t matter that she dared me to, Mommy. I… I kinda wanted to do this with you anyhow, after Becky told me about her mom.”

My heart was racing, sent into high speed by this bombshell. Megan wanted this, desired that I take her smooth, little-girl pussy into my mouth and pleasure her.

Which left me with a life-changing decision: should I have sex with my own daughter?

I knew what society would say… and pretty much everyone else I knew: absolutely not!

And yet. And yet.

Megan’s pussy is still positioned over my mouth, and I am finding it increasingly difficult not to give in to this sexual insanity that consumes me. To kiss that pretty little slit, to explore my child’s vagina with my tongue.

No. I have to resist. I push her away from me… not violently, but firmly.

“Mommy!” A cry of anguish. The sound of hurt feelings.

“Sorry, angel, but this is wrong.”

I take Megan in my arms and cuddle her, trying to reassure her that I love her. But not in that way.

She snuggles into me. The way little ones do. Nuzzling my breasts… then she was touching them with her hands, weighing their heft, teasing my aching nipples. Taking comfort from her mommy. Stealing my breath away.

I’m trembling from head to toe. Touch my breasts, you see, and I am lost in the most intense arousal. And Megan wasn’t just touching… she was making love to them. There was no other way to describe it.

“Sorry, Mommy,” she mumbles into my chest. “It was just a dare.” Her angel-soft lips brush my nipple, and it’s all I can do not to gasp.

Soothing words are needed here. Somehow, I summon them. “That’s all right, sweetie. Becky’s a very silly girl.”

More snuggling. “Mommy?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Mommy, I liked it… sitting up over your face. I — I kinda wish you had kissed me down there.” She pauses. “That’s what Becky’s mom does to her.”

Oh my God. This wasn’t going to go away. Because I had liked it, too. I wanted to know what it would be like to make a meal out of my daughter’s pretty pussy.

But the little angel on my left shoulder whispered: “No, it’s wrong!” To which the little demon on my right hissed: “Why? If you both enjoy it, what’s wrong?”

My cunt was on fire. I was dripping. I had to face the fact that I was totally aroused; madly in love. Megan was in my arms, naked, rubbing her face against my breasts, and I was responding naturally.

I am unable to keep the words from escaping my trembling lips. “That’s okay, sweetie… I liked it too.”

I did not just say that… okay, actually I did.

Come on, Sheila, I say to myself, think about what you’re getting yourself into here!

Incest. Lesbian incest with a child of eight.

“Mommy, are you okay? You’re breathing funny. You aren’t sick, are you?”

Sick? No. But yes. Well, hell, who knows? Love is love.

“No, I’m fine, baby. Come here, give Mommy a cuddle.”

And that was it. What do they call it — crossing the Rubicon?

No way out now. Megan’s naked body is pressed against mine, never mind the size difference, everything touching everything. Our lips meet in a kiss — clumsy, yes, but it’s also the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. No tongues, just lips. Tongues come later.

No, you don’t want to know what happened next. You don’t get involved with this kind of stuff. Do you? DO you? You do? Well, I am happy to know that I’m not the only one, not the only mother who got into lovemaking with her underage daughter.

I hate those detailed descriptions you get in porn stories, you know, all that stuff about tongues probing and fingers probing and endless licking and flowing and orgasms like Niagara. It isn’t like that. It’s more like a dream, a stream that flows over you, sometimes rapids that make you breathless. But what you remember afterwards, and forever, is how you lost track of time. It’s as if the kissing and the touching and the probing tongues in mouth and pussy combine to make you lose track of your existence on the planet.

Sorry, but if you’ve never spent hours making love to an enthusiastic and responsive eight-year old, I can’t explain it to you any better than that. The fact that Megan is also my own child only makes my sin all the sweeter. Me and my daughter, against the whole damned world.

“Mommy?”

I am cradling my angel in my arms. My lips and chin are wet with her essence. We are both exhausted — stunned, even, by what we have done together. Megan can still speak. I can hardly breathe.

“Mommy, I love you.”

My little Megan means it, too, but in a whole new way. And I love my daughter like I never thought possible. It’s possible, though. Believe me.

The End