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Just This Once

  • Posted on November 17, 2021 at 4:14 pm

Note from JetBoy: Readers, I’m tickled pink to welcome the highly esteemed and thoroughly stimulating erotic fiction of eloquent delinquent back to Juicy Secrets. He’s written quite a bit since his last post, and we intend to showcase the lot of it here. Here’s a morsel to whet your appetite…

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By eloquent delinquent

The best part was the quiet, Sharon thought as she lay suspended in the hot, fragrant water of her bath. She’d read about isolation chambers in college – pods that sealed the person within from any outside stimulus – and in her house, this tub, at this time of night, was as close as she was going to get. Close enough, she figured, sinking deeper into the embrace of the bathwater, this is heavenly.

It wasn’t like she didn’t love her life – Sharon was still proud she’d left her philandering husband, and she adored her daughters Hayley and Beth – but she still treasured these calm, luxurious moments. The girls weren’t difficult, but they were very busy, and the administrative work she did to keep them all comfortable had its inevitable stresses. This little evening window when the girls were entertaining themselves with TV or games was the best she could manage for herself. But here, all that seemed to vanish, dissolving into the hot water, carried away by the steam into the peaceful silence.

She felt her senses rising, filling the calm. Hearing the slight slip and slop of the water, head filling with the wildflower scent of bath salt, closing her eyes and following the slow rhythm of her breathing. And, as always, Sharon became aware of her body, seeming to melt into the pleasure of the bath, savoring every soapy caress she gave herself. And after rinsing, her hand inevitably trailed down beneath the water, settling on her aroused cunt. She languidly stroked her sex, letting the urgency build, no need to rush…

Hayley found herself moving before she’d really made up her mind. As she reached out to push the bathroom door wide open, she realized that acting this way really wasn’t that new to her. And of course, she felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Mommy was having special quiet time in the bath, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was done with peeking – she had to know, to be part of it.

With her eyes closed, Sharon’s first hint of her sanctuary being disturbed was a sudden swirling of cool air among the steamy. She never heard the knob turn, and why would she? Sharon always left the door open just a crack to let some of the steam out. She startled, stiffening, her fingers froze where they were stroking her cunt. She knew from the sound of bare feet hitting the floor that it was her eight-year-old before she even opened her eyes.

And then there she was Hayley, with the same dark hair as her mother, standing close in her thick terry bathrobe, with a nervous smile on her face. Her daughter suddenly seemed very tall, and Sharon felt very naked. Could the eight-year-old see her mother’s hand nestled on her pussy? Now that she’d barged in, Sharon felt pinned.

The mother had to clear her throat to find her voice. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Um, yeah. Okay.” That strangely beguiling smile never left Hayley’s face. Sharon was aware of her daughter’s eyes roving all over her nude body in the water, and the sense of being the object of such a curious, hungry gaze left her with a queer, disturbing feeling that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“I’m having my bath, Hayley,” Sharon stated the obvious. “Is there something that can’t wait?”

With a slight shake of her head, the girl simply asked, “Is it nice?”

Sharon felt herself caught in another way. Was what nice? Was Hayley looking between her legs? “You… you mean the bath?”

“Uh-huh,” her daughter replied, nodding with play-acted innocence. “You take one almost every night. It must be nice.”

“It is. But part of what makes it so nice is that I have some privacy.”

“Um. I know Mommy. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bug you.”

“It’s okay, honey, just… What’s going on?”

Hayley bit her adorable lip before she could manage, “I wanna get in with you. It seems so nice.”

Sharon surprised herself when she found herself asking, “Where’s your sister?”

“She’s already in bed, reading that book again. She might be asleep already.”

The mother knew she was letting boundaries slip. If she ever wanted to keep this time private, she should send Hayley packing right now. But instead, she felt her fingers twitch against her cunt, sending a shiver of joy through her. Sharon was surprised again as she relented, saying, “Okay, but just this once.”

Bouncing a little with delight, the daughter practically threw her robe on the bathroom floor, and as Sharon moved to make room, her eyes lingered on her daughter’s body. She was growing so fast! She had these subtle curves she didn’t have even six months ago, and the nipples topping the immature pads of her breasts were so cute and hard! She noted the blush in her daughter’s cheeks, matched by (when she took a furtive glance) the pink surrounding Hayley’s demure hairless slit. It made Sharon wonder if her daughter ever felt arousal.

The thought gave Mommy a kind of vertigo, teetering on the edge of something she shouldn’t think about. It’s because I’m so wound up I’m thinking like this, Mommy reasons. I wish I could’ve come before she got in here.

Taking a breath she didn’t realize she was caught, Sharon said, “Shut the door, don’t let the cold in.” When the eight-year-old spun playfully to obey, the mother found herself looking at the girl’s high, supple butt, feeling a pang of admiration. It had to be admiration, right? I’m checking out my daughter’s ass.

But then Hayley was placing a dainty pointed toe into the hot, sudsy water, and Mommy had her legs pressed against the sides of the tub to make room for her. At least the adjustment had allowed her to move that incriminating hand off her cunt. But as the pretty girl lifted her other foot to get in, Sharon found herself furtively, guiltily peering up between her daughter’s legs, spying more of her delicate pussy and the shadow of her soft ass cheeks obscuring her naughtiest place.

Her pulse suddenly pounded in her throat. Under the water, she jumped a bit as her fingertip grazed her own clit without her even thinking about it. How’d that get back down there?

The girl settled into the water with a sigh that sounded very sensual to her mother. Hayley loved the smell of Mommy’s bath, and just her mother’s presence here, where she always seemed so calm and nice. Mommy was always happy and relaxed after she had private bath time, and her daughter wanted to feel that way, too.

Hayley had another reason for going in there, a secret one she never told anybody. She liked seeing Mommy naked. She didn’t know why, really, it just made gave her this rush of happy feelings, left her breathing deep with her skin feeling all warm and nice and a kind of heavy feeling deep in her tummy.

At first, seeing Mommy undressed was an accident, coming into the bathroom too soon after she showered or wandering into her bedroom to ask a question. But now she did it on purpose, in secret, spying.

She’d been spying tonight even, just before she joined Mommy in the tub, watching through a crack in the door as she slipped off the robe, then ran the water all naked and kind of thoughtful, then slid into the steamy water. After a few minutes, she seemed to be doing something under the water, something that made her look like she was kind of dreaming.

That dreamy look made daughter feel crazy all of a sudden. She ran back to her room, shucked off her jammies, and slipped on her soft bathrobe. Her sister Beth had looked from her book and stared at her like she was crazy. Then she took a couple of brave breaths and pushed open the bathroom door.

And now she was in the bath with Mommy! She felt giddy but tried to act calm like her mother. Mommy could tell though, and since she faced her mother as she lowered herself down, she could see the indulgent smile on Mommy’s face. She smiled back.

Hayley slid down and down into the welcoming warm water that smelled so yummy, like Mommy cuddles. She kept going even after her butt bumped the bottom, letting herself settle until she was up to her chin. This required some arranging – her knees sloshed out of the water a little as she felt her feet run up the soft insides of Mommy’s thighs, and the girl moved her ankles up and over her mother’s legs. She ended up with a foot wedged between Mommy’s hips and the sides of the tub, sitting while resting back on her hands.

When Sharon saw her daughter in this position her cunt started to throb, begging for the caresses she was giving it only moments earlier. Through the suds, she got glimpses of her daughter’s parted thighs, her childish supine body. It’s almost like she’s displaying herself, she thought. Could that be true?! Or was this just an innocent, thoughtless posture?

Her feelings whipsawed inside her. These thoughts – these reactions – were bad, so bad. But she couldn’t deny they were happening. Sharon’s mind spun out excuses – it was because she’d been playing with herself, it was because she hadn’t had a real sex partner in god knows how long, it was that second glass of wine after dinner. But none of that changed the rising arousal she felt toward her eight-year-old daughter, splayed before her.

“Do you do special things when you get to have a bath alone?” Hayley asked.

Jerked from her rationalizations, alarm bells rang in Sharon’s head. She had the door open just a crack to let out the steam – did her daughter peek in on her? “What kinds of things?”

Her daughter shrugged cluelessly. “I dunno. Something that makes you really happy? You’re always happy after you have special bath times.”

“Did you see me doing something just now?”

The girl shrugged again, wordlessly, but this time her face blazed red and her chin ducked under the water.

“It’s not nice to spy,” Mommy said sternly, but her heart continued to thump, the pulse echoing between her open legs.

“I didn’t mean to,” Hayley whimpered, “but you looked like you were having a pretty dream, I couldn’t help it.”

So she liked what she saw, Sharon thought, and that dizzy, thrilling feeling passed through her again. “Well, I guess that’s okay, just this once.”

Relief visibly washed over Hayley, and she smiled.

“Do you know what I was doing to get that pretty feeling?”

She sat up a little, curious, shaking her head.

“Do you ever touch yourself between your legs?”

Another shake of the head, this one much slower, eyes much wider. “You mean on my kitty?” An edge of disgust crept into her voice.

Her mother nodded just as slowly, thinking that her daughter had forgotten a lot since she was a toddler, when she often had her hand down her diaper and a cute, dopey smile on her face as she rubbed herself. The memory made her feel drunk with horniness.

So she told her, “Your kitty isn’t just for making pee. It also wants to make you feel good.” She moved her hand, squeezing and cupping her own breast, lifting the nipple clear from the water. “Your whole body can help you feel nice, but your kitty can make you feel pretty in a special, secret way. Sometimes that’s what I do here in the bath.”

Hayley was dumbfounded – she knew all about how doing secret naughty things could make her feel clever and special, but touching where she made pee? But that’s what she’d thought Mommy was doing, what she said now only confirmed her suspicions. And just then her own kitty felt very puffy, tender, and tingly, so she sat there, a tumble of confusion, and tried to figure it out.

“How?” the girl finally said, and Sharon felt her own sudden confusing rush of feelings – relief, excitement, shame, lust. Her daughter didn’t see this tumult, just blinked heavily as she added, “Can you show me?”

Mommy licked her lips and said, “Okay, but just this once.”

Giving her nipple an electrifying flick, Mommy’s hand slipped back underneath the water, trailing down her round tummy. She went slowly, hardly believing what she was doing, cautioning herself to stop, daring herself to go on.

Hayley was sitting up, ends of her dark hair trailing in the water, her gaze following Mommy’s hand. She reached out and pushed some bubbles aside.

Mommy asked her, “Can you see?”

She nodded, “Uh-huh,” even though it was wavy and hardly seemed real. That was Mommy’s naked kitty down there, so close to her own. It was pink and kind of open to something even pinker, and on the top was a little rectangle of dark thick hair. She vaguely wondered how it got to look that way. But mostly she was looking at Mommy’s hand, her own heart pounding as her mother’s fingertips actually touched around her grownup kitty.

This was so bad! This was a big naughty secret but Mommy was showing her anyway. She felt a huge surge of love for her mother, because suddenly she felt like a big girl, not just allowed to see Mommy naked, but to see her bad secrets, too.

Sharon shivered when she first smoothed over her labia. The pit that yawned in her stomach was half apprehension, and half yearning need. What she was doing with her daughter was so wrong – was it incest? – but at this moment in her heart it felt gentle and natural, a mother teaching her daughter an intimate joy. Some part of her mind rebelled, How can you think this way?!

But then she strummed over her throbbing pussy again, and the pleasure raced up her body. Her daughter, gazing raptly at her mother’s sexual display, noticed this shimmer and looked up to Mommy’s face with the slightest, wondering grin.

“Is it good?” she asked.

“Mmmm,” Sharon sighed in reply. “It’s yummy. And see? You just lightly touch and stroke your kitty at first, giving yourself these little shivers. Your kitty will tell you when it wants more, and then you can make it feel hotter and wilder, or you can just tease it, and make it tell you louder inside what it wants. It’s called playing with yourself for a reason.”

Hayley found her own hand running up and down her torso, from her belly button to her neck. Her nipples were really hard, and gave a little warm whoosh feeling as she passed over them. She didn’t know why she was doing it, only that she needed to and it felt nice. “Are you just petting right now, or is this the teasing part?”

A devilish little smile came onto Mommy’s face that the girl had never seen before. It made her think that her mother might eat her all up, and that she might like it if she did. Under the water, her fingertips continued to trace and stroke and diddle. “It’s so much teasing. I was doing the petting before you came in… but you know that already, don’t you?”

Blushing so hard she could feel it in her hair, the girl gave a helpless giggle. Then she settled back down, entranced by watching Mommy’s hand play with her pink kitty. She hesitated, then blurted, “What happens next?” Immediately she regretted it, because as much as she wanted to see more, she never wanted it to end.

Mommy brought her fingers together, and nestled them onto her pussy. “At the top of your kitty, you’ll get a little bump when you’re excited and want to feel good. I’ve got the tips of my fingers over it right now.” She searched her daughter’s face, then looked down between her slender legs and swallowed. “I bet you have a bump there right now. Check and see.”

“Touch my kitty?”

“It’s okay. Just this once.”

Hayley found she couldn’t bear to stop her hand from petting the front of her body, so she leaned forward to free up the hand she was leaning on, and brought it around, poised over her naughty area.

Looking down into the water, the girl asked, “Can you see?”

“Yes honey, go ahead.”

“Right here?” her hand hovered just above her kitty. It was shaking a little.

“Down just a bit… There, just there. Feel around and see if you don’t touch your bump.”

She did as she was told, so aware of Mommy watching her do this. It made her embarrassed and excited at the same time – is that how Mommy felt? But then her fingertips bumped and nudged her kitty, and she forgot about anything but the sudden flood of sensations.

It was like she was two different people. To her fingers, her kitty felt so soft and tender and warm, even in the warm bathwater. To her kitty, her fingers were dancers shooting wild happy feelings into her middle with every unsure step. “I dunno,” she said.

“Oh come on,” Mommy chided affectionately, “don’t you remember how?”

Those words didn’t make any sense to Hayley at first. But as she kept lightly fondling her kitty, something happened. She had this strong, fuzzy memory of lying back on a padded table. She had no clothes on, the air was cool, and everything looked so much bigger. Especially Mommy, and in this memory she looked up at Mommy through her own parted legs, her little feet in the air, and her own hand eagerly rummaging between her legs, sending up sensations much like she was feeling just then, in the tub. And in her mind she saw Mommy leaning over as she did it, smiling sweetly, her big warm hand caressing the backs of Hayley’s chubby legs.

Could that have happened?! Was it a dream? She started and gasped a little, very confused again, and she tried to look closer at the memory. But it just kind of slid out of sight, and that was because her kitty was telling her to touch it some more. She thought Mommy said it that she was being funny, like in a story, but it really felt that way. She gazed down into the water at her naked kitty, and her hand there, looking more intently at what she was doing.

“That’s the spot, baby, push in a little. It’ll open and then you can feel inside.”

The girl hardly believed this, but Hayley pressed just a little and it’s just like Mommy said. The soft puffy sides pushed back and what was underneath felt hot and slick and so tender and delicate. Her kitty sent these waves of yummy feelings up her back, into her belly, depending on how she moved. Glancing at her mother’s hand, she inched up a little more toward the top.

An amazing hot feeling crashed through her, so crazy, so delicious! This little noise caught in her throat. Her fingers froze for a second, so surprised by the intense sensation, but then she can’t help but test it again, and it was there! Just as crazy, and maybe even a little stronger. She pressed and pressed, and slowly through the flashes of delight rocketing to every part of her, her fingers sent the message that they had found the bump. The bump was the feelings and the feelings came from touching the bump!

Her little mind blanked out, only able to feel, needing to touch and feel, so good and feeling better each time she touched it. Those feelings gave her a sense of climbing. But they got even more intense, her body quivered, her pulse raced, it felt like panic, like she was about to pee herself. It started off nice but now it was scary, too.

Sharon saw her girl, and after a moment of enthralled masturbation that turned the mother on more than she could admit, Hayley suddenly lifted her hand away from her sweet little quim. She looked up at Mommy, flushed, breathing fast, her eyebrows high on her forehead and a wild, uncertain look clouding her pretty face.

“You found it, didn’t you?”

“Um, hah, yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“Kinda,” Hayley responded. She couldn’t say no, because even though it scared her, part of her wanted to go back right then and touch it some more. “It’s strong.”

“Yes,” Mommy agreed emphatically. She reached through the water with her free hand and gripped her daughter’s calf, rubbing from knee to ankle. “It’s okay, sweetie. Your kitty hides your strongest secrets, so you have to listen to it. You have to be ready to let you carry you off.”

The girl blinked in astonishment at her mother. That was exactly how it felt – like she was going to be carried off, not in control of the feelings any more. The feelings would have been controlling her. “Is that how it’s s’posed to be? Is that good too? Is that what you wanna do when your kitty tells you?”

Sharon gave that hungry smile again without knowing it, only seeing the thrill cross her daughter’s face. “That’s what you want to do.” And just saying it broke something loose in the mother, and she began to masturbate her aching cunt, purring to the girl, “I rub on my bump when my kitty tells me. I put my fingers inside myself when my kitty tells me. I rub it and let go and get carried away to the most special feeling of all, and when it’s over I feel so light and happy.”

“Happy,” Hayley echoed, but she’s mostly distracted by what her Mommy was doing. She was enthralled watching her grownup naked body while she rubbed down there, almost like hypnotized, feeling hot and still and antsy all at once. It was the way Mommy’s body rose and fell, mostly from her hips, it made the water roll through the tub. She felt little twitches in Mommy’s legs.

Mommy let go of her leg, putting that hand back on her big soft breast. The girl stared at Mommy’s other hand more – she was rubbing down there so hard, so fast, it made what she’d done to her own bare kitty look like baby stuff.

But the thing Hayley stared at most was Mommy’s face. Her eyes were closed, so she could look all she wanted and not be nervous. Her mouth was open just a little, her nostrils flared, and her breath was deep and kind of shaky, getting shakier. Every once a little noise would come out, like a grunt or a whine, almost like it hurt. Her whole face was kind of like that as she went faster and moved up and down more, like it was a pretty dream but it was like struggling too.

Hayley thought about how the bump had made her feel, and figured this would be what getting carried away looked like, happy and yummy and shocking and crazy all at once.

And as she thought that Mommy stiffened all over except for her hand, which was rubbing fast as ever. Her mouth opened big but there was no breath; her face turned red. Her legs trembled.

Just before Hayley could ask if she was okay, Mommy heaved and shivered and made these loud whimpering noises but she was smiling with her eyes pinched shut the whole time. Her body started to move up and down again, but it was harder than before, like each time was a big shudder – some of the soapy water sloshed out onto the floor. Those shakes came less and less, and they were softer each time, until she stopped. And then she seemed so lazy and relaxed, so very pretty. It’s left the girl more excited than ever, something so amazing and secret and beautiful.

“Mommy?”

Sharon opened her eyes to find her daughter’s stunned face peering back. The smile she meant to be reassuring felt drunken as she tried to make it, but the girl smiled timidly back just the same. Hayley looked around, casting about for words, and then asked, “Did… um, did you get carried away?”

“Ohhh, yes, sweetie, yes I did.”

Her daughter sat facing her, quiet for a long time. To Sharon, it looked as though the girl was just rocking gently, maybe a bit nervous about the spectacle her mother created just before. But for Hayley, it’s like there were waves splashing around her insides. Her hips and tummy were telling her to move in a way she wasn’t familiar with, and so she didn’t but the urge was so strong that she ended up rocking back and forth a bit anyway. And her kitty and her bump were talking to her, so loud that she couldn’t really think about much else.

So she blinked and squeezed her hands together and asked, “Could something like that… could it happen to me?”

“It will, honey, it will when you’re ready.”

Mommy wasn’t getting it, so she stretched her arms out nervously and asked, “Could it happen now?”

It was Sharon’s turn to look stunned and blink. Her tongue felt thick when she replied, “If you want to.”

“But I don’t know how,” Hayley said. “Could you make me?” And then her gaze slid off to the side. “Sorry.”

That vertigo feeling was gone; Sharon was now in freefall. Her pussy, satiated just a minute ago, began to throb again with a fresh and eager appetite. For her little girl, for her body, for her dainty cunt, for her helpless bliss.

She reached up out of the water and cupped the anxious, pretty face of her baby. Some of the girl’s nervousness cleared, and she offered her mother a fragile little smile.

“It’s okay, baby,” she soothed, “you can want that. It’s naughty for me, but Mommy will rub you there, Mommy will make you, just this once.”

Hayley’s smile grew, knowing Mommy was going to help take care of her, and answer the demands of her kitty and let her think again. She looked down at herself, at her shaky, excited body, unsure what to do.

Forcing herself up a bit more into a sitting position, Mommy waved her daughter over. “Come here, baby. Turn around and lean back against me.”

There was a moment of movement and the water moved and sloshed and sounded very loud. Daughter noticed that most of the bubbles had dissolved, and just before she turned she could see Mommy’s naked body very clearly. She wanted to keep looking but then she was trying to sit and could feel Mommy’s plush boobies on her back and that was even better.

The girl didn’t really understand why Mommy kept stopping her from actually sitting on the tub floor or on her lap, but shifting her around until daughter perched kind of awkwardly with one butt cheek on Mommy’s leg, and the other one resting in between. She could feel the kind of prickly hairs from the top of Mommy’s kitty and the soft heat lower down against her behind, and she kind of liked that.

Sharon spent her time getting them into position, with her hips tipped back and her knees poking up out of the water. Her daughter’s sweet little ass was right up against her aroused cunt – already she could feel her own pulse down there – and she could still get to her baby’s adorable pussy easily enough.

Raising her arm out of the water, she said, “Put your hand over my hand. That’s right, like that, fingers on top of fingers. I want you to feel what I’m doing, so you can do it later if you want to.”

The girl turned; they were close enough that Sharon could feel the warmth of her daughter’s breath on her cheek. Hayley asked, “Will I get to have special bath time, too?”

“You don’t need to be in the bath for this,” Mommy answered, perplexing her daughter.

But there was no time to ask because Mommy was already lowering her hand into the water, toward Hayley’s kitty. Mommy’s other hand wrapped around her chest and drew her back, resting against Mommy’s warm, silky skin.

And then she could feel Mommy’s hand, and her own, sliding up her leg and then the sweet, ticklish feeling as she touched her kitty so lightly. At the same time she seemed to move a little under the girl’s butt, so Hayley went very still so Mommy could do what she wanted.

With Sharon’s first touch on her little girl’s smooth pussy, she knew she was a goner. Her hips flexed instinctively, mashing hot pleasure from the softness of Hayley’s young supple ass. Sharon was touching her, she was touching her daughter sexually, and as her fingertips smoothed up and down that dainty cleft she felt a flood of love and lust crash over her heart. So soft and tender in the warm water, she gently caressed and diddled, feeling her daughter relax against her, feeling her little fingers on top of her own, following her every move.

She placed a long, soft kiss on her daughter’s hot cheek, marveling at the way the maternal and the erotic were twining together inside her, were starting to seem natural… even beautiful. Hearing her daughter’s breathing deepen, feeling her adorable little body softly squirm against hers, it felt so right, to be sharing this with her.

And when the girl’s legs sagged open, Sharon knew she was ready. She pressed against the puffy edges of her daughter’s slit, parting them and revealing the hot exquisite petals nestled so tightly inside. That’s when Hayley began to mew and whine softly. Instead of watching her mother’s hand, her eyelids slid shut, her head lolling back against Mommy’s waiting shoulder.

Mommy’s touch went places Hayley never imagined, these feelings soared and flashed through her. The girl couldn’t resist the wild sensations of pleasure, didn’t want to, she felt herself melting into her mother’s luscious touch between her legs. Her body gave her that urge again, and this time she didn’t fight it, and suddenly she was rocking her hips kind of like how Mommy did, up and down, pushing her kitty into her mother’s clever fingers, which only made it feel better.

And even as those crazy feelings began to rise, as Mommy rubbed her joyous little bump as part of her play, Hayley just surrendered, knowing Mommy loved her and wouldn’t let this amazing joy turn bad.

Her daughter’s instinctive fuck motion humped the girl’s ass into Sharon’s increasingly heated pussy, and the mother was able to gauge the eight year old’s natural need from it. She adored her daughter even more at that moment, knowing the brave little thing was letting the sexual feelings move through her, letting her body awaken to the joy of erotic passion.

Sharon played with her clit, and the entrance to her vagina, and the tenderness of her tiny labia, letting Hayley’s feelings climb without overwhelming any of them, encouraging her to the peak of her excitement without forcing it.

And the girl did climb – oh, how she rose! Sharon felt her gyrations get faster, stronger, frenzied. She pulled tight to keep the girl’s lithe body from writhing away, her little butt humping against Mommy’s grateful cunt like she knew what she was doing. Sharon pushed up into her own steadily wilder rhythm, letting it carry her up, too, their desperate hips causing the water to slop around the tub.

Hayley started to gasp and coo and whine, and she couldn’t help any of it, was nearly mindless, just a body with Mommy playing at its center, and she was filling up with delight, filling up, up…

“I love you, sweetheart,” Sharon breathed into her daughter’s neck as she began to lose control, actively fucking her daughter’s butt cheek, circling in on the girl’s clit as her own began to sing.

“Ooo, ooo!” Hayley cried as the great panicky feeling swept closer, but it felt so good, she was so full of excitement it didn’t matter if it was scary, only that she kept being touched, only Mommy rubbing her kitty…

Suddenly her whole little body went tight – she was too full of joy, there was nowhere left to go. She made a few loud whimpers before she managed, “Mama! Mama!” like a little baby, and then she felt her tummy clutch and all this electric bliss rushed out of it, through her, everywhere, she was made of this, her whole body was Mommy rubbing her kitty.

Feeling her little daughter come, straining and quivering and jerking with the passion of it, moved Sharon deeply. Even as she felt the girl’s hot pee jet out in the throes of her climax she kept lovingly diddling her.

Seeing the girl’s pretty face bloom in ecstasy, Sharon had never felt happier for her daughter, never felt that they were closer or had ever shared love as good, as primal, as this. The sheer joy of knowing that it was incest that brought them here, sparked the mother’s second orgasm, and she rolled through it, nuzzling her daughter’s neck while the girl wound down from her very first orgasm.

They both sank into the water, languidly and sleepily, and Sharon only noticed then that it was starting to cool. She roused her daughter, who blinked open her heavy eyelids and chuckled.

“You made me carried away,” Hayley said in a syrupy voice.

“Yes, and you were so pretty, baby.”

“I felt really really pretty. It was okay that it was a little scary.”

“I’m so glad you liked it,” Mommy said, and kissed her again on the cheek. “Come on, let’s get out before we get all pruny.”

They climbed out on wobbly legs, using each other for support. Daughter ended up sitting against the edge of the tub as Mommy opened the drain and got them both towels.

Sharon dried herself vigorously, loving the feeling of the rough terry cloth against her tingling skin. After ruffling the towel through her hair, she looked down at her daughter, who held her own towel listlessly in one little hand. The other was lightly petting between her legs, looking down at her own hand as it curiously stroked there. Hayley hummed.

“Let’s get you dry, honey,” Sharon said, plucking the towel away from the girl and fluffing her over her head, shoulders, and back. As she moved to towel down the girl’s front, Hayley moved her hand away from her quim, but by the time the mother finished, it was back again. Have I created a monster? she wondered.

Part of her hoped she had.

“You said you don’t have to do it just in the tub,” Hayley finally said, still lightly touching her kitty. It tingled and felt tender and welcomed her soft touches.

Mommy knelt and started toweling the girl’s legs, starting at her foot and working her way up. “That’s true,” Mommy said, “but it always needs to be done in private. It’s a secret, especially for little girls.”

Hayley grinned sweetly. She liked that Mommy let her have this secret, and she liked how Mommy opened up her legs while she was drying them. Now Mommy could see her having her secret, as she kept petting her kitty right in front of her. It made her feel good when Mommy looked at her naked; she wondered if it was as much fun for her as when she looked at Mommy naked, like she was right then.

“So, if I wanted, I could do it here, too,” Hayley said. Mommy was on her knees, between her legs, right at her eye level, and the eight-year-old looked frankly at her.

Then Mommy did something funny. She set the towel aside, wrapped a hand around each of daughter’s slim spread thighs, and bent down, and down, until her head was right between her legs, almost touching her sweet spot. Seeing her so close, Hayley drew her hand away.

Mommy looked up at her with a naughty look in her eyes. She bent even closer, licked her lips, and when she murmured, “Just this once,” the girl could feel her breath on her bare kitty. She gasped at the thrill of that warm breath on the tenderness of her sex, but when Mommy’s wet tongue followed just a second later, Hayley cried out in a way she never had before, tangling her fingers in her mother’s dark hair.

The End

 

A Model Companion, Part Two

  • Posted on October 26, 2021 at 3:05 pm

By Louisa May

“Hey, how come I have ninety-seven bags and you have two?” Valerie was scowling as she lugged her purchases into the elevator, Lara close behind.

“Because I am young and dainty, and you are my servant,” the girl replied.

“Hmmph,” mock-grumped Valerie, who had to admit to herself that little Lara was a dainty-looking creature. “What’s in those two bags, anyhow? Crammed full of brand new thongs for eleven-year-old supermodel Lara Lofgren, huh? Go on, admit it.”

“Hey!” Lara swung her bags at Valerie’s knees, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks. “I didn’t get any thongs, smarty! Oh! But yesterday, when me and Mom were at the grocery store? There were some older kids from school there, one of them bent over at the paying line, and we saw her thong! It was totally showing over her jeans!”

“It’s the style, I guess,” Valerie murmured as they arrived at her floor. The door slid open; they emerged.

“Yeah. My school’s getting so weird these days… yeek!” Lara exclaimed as Valerie opened the door to her apartment. “Oh! There’s something I wanted to tell you about.” She absently handed her packages to Valerie, who placed them on the floor by the couch with her own bags.

Valerie couldn’t help but be amused by Lara’s quicksilver tendency to shift the topic of discussion at the drop of a hat. Of course, she was only eleven. Seating herself on the arm of the couch, she murmured, “Tell me what?”

“Well.” Lara took the stage in front of Valerie, highly animated in white tennis shorts and Card Captor t-shirt, her small, delicate hands rising to frame the story. “Last week, at my friend’s house, her boyfriend was there, and he tried to kiss me!” She nodded sagely. Valerie’s brows rose. “Well, actually, he did kiss me. When Amber wasn’t there. And you know what?”

“What?”

“He was So. Yucky. Eeeeuugghh!” She put both hands to her face. “He was, like, all sticking his tongue out, slobbering all over me… Uggghh!” She shuddered, then frowned at Valerie. “Is that how boys always kiss?”

“Well, it depends.” Valerie folded her arms across her chest. “I guess it’s how that boy kisses.”

“Well, if that’s kissing,” Lara seated herself on the coffee table, “I’m done with it. Forever.”

“Noooo… that’s definitely not kissing, not the way it’s supposed to be.”

“‘Cause, last summer a boy kissed me, and it was just… boring. Like a long, boring old movie.”

“Oh, Lara, kissing can be great.”

Lara looked up at Valerie, doubtful. “Really?”

“Sure.” Valerie tilted her head, observing the girl. “These guys were both amateurs. They don’t know any more about kissing than they do about… astronomy!”

Lara smiled. “Doofuses, you mean.”

“Yes. Doofuses, indeed.”

Lara took a big breath and let it out. “But I’m kind of a doofus too, I guess, ’cause I don’t know any more about kissing than they did.”

“Hm.” Valerie sat, her lower lip pushed out as she thought. She opened her mouth, then thought better of it. Lara looked up at Valerie, eyes wide; a questioning look.

Oh, what the hell. “You want to learn?” Valerie asked.

Lara’s eyes rose. “About kissing?” A grin, a blinding twinkle in her eye.

Valerie rolled her eyes. “No, astronomy. Doofus.”

Lara stuck her tongue out, then smiled shyly. “Um… maybe I do. Yeah.”

Valerie sat on the couch, then patted the cushion next to hers. Lara scrambled around the coffee table and plunked down next to her, legs together, hands clasped studiously in her lap.

“Okay.” Valerie took a breath. “Breathe in,” Lara did, a small, very intrigued smile on her face. “Now out.” Again, the child obliged. Valerie looked down at that pretty, pretty face and shook her head, dazzled by Laura’s innocent beauty. “I’m going to teach you by kissing you. Is that okay?” Lara gave a quick, very eager nod. “Okay.” She leaned over until they were almost touching nose to nose, the girl’s eyes widening as Valerie drew closer.

Just as her lips were about to brush Lara’s, Valerie sat back, considering. “Y’know…” she said, “why don’t you sit on my lap? It’ll be easier.”

Lara hastened to obey, resting her pert little bottom sideways on Valerie’s thighs, the child’s sneakered feet dangling down.

“Yeah, that’s better. Okay. Ready?”

Lara’s lips were trembling. “Yeah…”

Valerie smiled. “Boy, I never coached anyone through a kiss before, it feels a little strange. But. First.” She gazed into Lara’s wide, blue eyes. “You know how much I care about you, right?” Lara nodded. “And that you’re my best, best friend.”

Lara blushed, and her eyes filled a little. She took a deep breath, then almost whispered. “You’re my best, bestest friend too, Valerie.” She swallowed. “R-really.”

“Good. See, it’s all about kissing someone you care about. Otherwise, you might as well not bother.”

“Cause then,” Lara declared, “you’ll be kissing doofuses.”

Valerie grinned, and put a finger to Lara’s cute button nose. “Yep, that’s right. So first,” she leaned slowly into Lara’s face, “we say hi.” She touched noses, and looked cross-eyed into Lara’s eyes. “Hi.”

Lara giggled. “Hi.”

“Then a little touch, to get to know you.” She just brushed Lara’s soft, trembling lips with her own. “Now you do that to me.”

Lara closed her eyes and, puckering a bit, briefly touched her lips to Valerie’s mouth.

“There. Not too bad so far, huh?” Lara shook her head. “Good. Now let’s let our lips be relaxed, and just kiss and nibble for a little bit. Okay?”

“Um, okay.” Lara made a tragic, I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing face.

“No, no, don’t tense up on me, sweetie. You’re doing great. My crystal ball predicts that you’re going to be an awesome kisser.”

“You — you really think so?”

“I know so. Now let’s do this.” Valerie leaned in, gently touched her lips to the corner of Lara’s mouth, then drew back. Lara hesitated for a couple of heartbeats, then did the same. Little bird kisses, thought Valerie. Then she moved in to playfully nibble Lara’s lower lip.

Catching Valerie by surprise, Lara responded by fastening, lightly, on her friend’s upper lip. She liked the feel of its plumpness. Valerie was so gentle, too — a far cry from stupid boys and their forceful way of kissing.

And as Valerie’s lips parted, Lara found her own smaller lips pleasantly surrounded by the woman’s warmth. Wanting more, she began to press forward, drifting into a warm, happy place she seemed to share with Valerie; the two of them reduced to lips, mouth, and breath.

So when the slow, warm thickness of Valerie’s tongue joined the dream, Lara could only meet it with her own, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She sensed a heat, a lovely, lovely longing, and felt a humming that seemed to radiate through her body.

Lara’s mouth and lips were open now as she surrendered completely to Valerie, her eyes squeezed shut. She drank Valerie up, breathing deeply through her nose. Every so often a little cry would escape her as she came up for air; then she’d dive back into the kiss, back into the lips and arms and love of her older friend.

Indeed, Lara had wrapped both arms around the woman, hugging her as tightly as she was able, vaguely aware of Valerie’s erect nipples, barely covered by her thin top.

With a stifled gasp, her pulse racing like mad, Valerie gently drew herself away from Lara. There was a soft wet kissing sound, and a thin string of saliva.

Lara sat statue-like, arms still open, eyes closed, her wet, pink lips slightly parted. After a moment, her eyes opened. She looked around as if she’d just descended back to earth from paradise.

Maybe she really did, Valerie thought. She gave the girl a hesitant smile. “Was that okay?”

Stunned into silence, Lara just stared at Valerie for the longest time — so long that Valerie started to grin, then to giggle.

Lara finally joined her, a near-hysterical edge to her laughter. When it wound down, she took a deep, deep breath, then another. Then, affecting a look of mild boredom, she shrugged. “Yeah, it was okay.” And she fell back onto the couch, squealing “Gaaaah!” Quickly sitting back up, she said, “Omigosh, Valerie! That was… whoa, it was the best thing ever!”

Valerie reached out to tap Lara’s bare knee. “So. Kissing can be good, right?”

The child slowly nodded. “Yes. Kissing can be good. Yes.” She gave Valerie a bashful smile, then added, “With you.”

Valerie looked down at her younger friend with a solemn smile. “Yes. Lucky me.” She touched Lara’s cheek. “And maybe, eventually, with the right guy.”

“No, thanks!” Lara said, making a face. “Buncha doofuses.”

“Some, not all,” Valerie stood. She picked up a bag. “Now. Shall we hit the swimming pool downstairs?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Just like that, Lara was her usual bouncy self.

Valerie had retrieved a package and handed it to the girl. “For you, my lady.”

One glance had Lara bouncing even higher. She danced a butt-wiggle, the package raised triumphantly over her head. “Yay! I got a bikiiii-ni, I got a bikiiii-ni!”

Valerie had already begun to disrobe. As Lara quickly unwrapped her new bathing suit, she couldn’t help marvelling at her older friend’s wonderfully sensual body: the tight flat belly, the smooth, lithe thighs, and ohh, those breasts, the nipples still visibly swollen. But Lara’s most favorite part of Valerie was her luscious, apple-shaped bottom.

“Come on, hurry up, girl — the pool’s drying out!” Valerie said. Lara had slowed down, fascinated by the view of her older friend, and now hurriedly shucked the rest of her clothes.

Now naked but for her socks, Lara bent over to remove those as well. Just as she’d slipped off the left one, she heard Valerie say, “Wait.” Lara turned to look questioningly at Valerie, still holding her sock.

“I just had to look at you.” Valerie took a step closer. “SO perfect, my God.”

Lara was pleased, though she still felt a bit shy. She’d been naked with Valerie before, but never on display like this.

“You don’t mind letting me see all of you, right?” Lara quickly shook her head. She didn’t mind, not at all. “I love your skin, Lara. It’s… it’s absolutely flawless!”

“Thank you, Valerie,” the girl replied. “I like… you looking at me.”

It was more than just looking, really — Valerie was gazing at her as if she was a work of art. She put a hand on Lara’s shoulder, stroking the soft skin. “God. You’re amazing.” The hand traveled along the girl’s neck, then across the upper chest, just above her barely-there breasts, causing the nipples to stiffen.

“Now turn around,” said Valerie. Lara silently obeyed, feeling herself blush all over. That made her blush even more.

Valerie noticed, which only added to her arousal. Lara’s skin seemed so pale and fine that it was almost translucent. Unable to take her hand away, she allowed it to glide slowly down the girl’s back, enjoying the perfect smoothness. Then Valerie was cupping that perfect little bottom, slightly upthrust and rounded. The cheeks contracted to her touch. She felt the tension, how it almost raised Lara up on tiptoe.

Stepping away, nervously toying with her fingers, Valerie said, “Thanks, Lara. You — you’re a lovely girl.”

Lara seemed flustered — guilty, even. “I was… I didn’t…”

“It’s fine, kiddo.” Valerie lightly smacked Lara’s thigh, back to her cheerful self in an instant. “But now, we’ve gotta hustle if we want any quality pool time!”

Disoriented for a few heartbeats, Lara quickly struggled into her suit, then followed her friend into the hallway.

***

Two hours later, Lara and Valerie lay side by side, dozing peacefully.

They’d swam and cavorted in the pool for a good long while, then shambled back upstairs exhausted. So Valerie took out a silk nightie that was too small for her and offered it to Lara, then selected one for herself. Stripping out of their sodden bikinis, they donned the nighties, tucked themselves into Valerie’s bed and slept.

Slowly drifting into wakefulness, Valerie blinked her eyes open, then glanced to the left. There was little Lara, studying her intently.

Valerie hoisted herself into a sitting position, where she yawned and stretched. “Ooooggghhh! Good morning, Glory. Well, okay, it’s really afternoon. Have a good nap?”

“Uh-huh,” Lara said, then fell silent, continuing to gaze at Valerie.

Valerie smiled at the girl, waiting for her to speak, finally murmuring, “Yes?”

Lara took a breath; let it out. “Well…”

“What is it, sweetie? Is anything wrong?”

Lara let her head fall face-first into the side of Valerie’s pillow. After a long pause, she looked up. “Y’know this afternoon?”

Valerie shrugged. “I’m acquainted with it, sure.”

“Well, I… ohhh!” Once again, the child went face down into the pillow.

“Here,” Valerie said, reaching out for Lara, drawing her close, lying back until the girl was stretched out on top of her. Their eyes met, and Lara’s surprised look transformed itself into a blissful smile. Valerie smiled back. The girl rested on Valerie’s breast, listening to the beating of her friend’s heart.

“Feeling better?” Lara nodded, still listening. “Good. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

Lifting her head slightly, Lara looked at Valerie. “When… when we were putting on our bathing suits, and…” She’s so adorable when she blushes, Valerie thought. “…and you were t-touching me…”

Valerie smoothed the back of her hand against Lara’s baby-soft cheek. “Ah, yes… when I was admiring that perfect skin of yours, right?”

Lara tilted her head into Valerie’s hand, like a friendly cat would. “Yeah… and when you were touching me… it made my bottom squunch up. ”

“Well, I guess it might’ve felt a little weird to you, that’s–”

“No, no!” Lara interrupted, shaking her head fiercely. “It wasn’t weird! I wanted you to touch me! But my bottom just… squunched up, all by itself! I didn’t squunch up, my bottom did!”

Valerie smiled. “Okay, my lovely little lady.” She carefully brushed a fine lock of blonde hair from Lara’s face. “Thank you for explaining.”

“Because…” Lara’s eyes flickered for an instant, peeking down the front of Valerie’s nightie. “Because I did want you to touch me, touch my bottom. I — I liked it.”

“Did you?”

Lara nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Valerie carefully placed her hand on Lara’s thin back. She stroked the girl through the silk, her fingers gliding up and down, up and down.

Lara’s eyes drifted shut, a blissful sigh escaping her lips. “Yeah… I like it when you touch me.”

Valerie allowed her hand to travel down the eleven-year-old’s back and over her bottom, coming to rest on the soft, bare skin of her upper thigh.

“Like that — all over,” the little girl whispered. “Oh, Valerie…”

Now the hand moved upwards, over the bare thigh, over the beginning of Lara’s taut bum. The silk nightie moved with her, and soon the child’s backside was completely uncovered. Valerie slowly circled the warm, bare globes, cupping each one in turn.

“Mmm…” Lara purred, resting her head on Valerie’s chest once more. After a few more caresses, her head popped up again. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Uh-huh.”

Lara’s lips brushed Valerie’s ear as she whispered: “When you put Vaseline in my bottom, I really, really liked that.”

Valerie felt herself getting very, very turned on. She’d never dreamed that a girl this young could have such an effect on her, but the wetness between her legs was evidence enough. “You did, huh?”

“Uh-huh…” Lara’s bottom began to move along with Valerie’s hand. “Y’know what else?”

“What, you little devil?” Up close, Lara’s scent was intoxicating. Valerie breathed deeply of the delicate yet earthy aroma.

“Last night, I snuck the Vaseline out of Mom’s bathroom after she fell asleep… then when I was in bed, I sort of pretended my finger was your finger. I, um, dunked it in the Vaseline, then I put it in my b-bottom…” Her breathing was getting heavier.

Valerie whispered, “What if I pretended there was Vaseline on my finger? Would you like that?”

All Lara could do was nod, slowly spreading her legs in open invitation. Valerie trailed her finger down the girl’s spine until it nestled in the humid valley between her buttocks, smiling as Lara’s bottom rose to the touch. Valerie’s fingertip traced the tender, finely wrinkled cleft; Lara’s breath grew hot and urgent in her ear.

Now Valerie began to press forward, her finger circling the taut anus, seeking entry. And as she began to penetrate Lara’s rectum, the girl made a tiny mewing sound, a mew that grew into a choked cry when that probing digit entered her up to the third knuckle. Valerie began to withdraw, but Lara’s bottom clenched down on her finger.

The girl shook her head, almost violently. “N-no, no… don’t take it out,” Lara was trembling from head to toe, her forehead beaded with sweat. Looking up at Valerie with an angelic smile, she whispered, “Can you feel it? I’m not squunching you out, I’m squunching you IN.”

Lost in a surge of desire that left her dizzy, Valerie bent to nuzzle Lara’s elegant neck. The girl started, opening her eyes to gape at Valerie, then kissed her, immediately accepting Valerie’s questing tongue.

As their kisses became increasingly wild and passionate, it struck Valerie that with her finger buried in Lara’s bottom, the girl’s slit was in reach of her thumb. Without hesitation, she began to stroke her little friend’s wet, warm pussy.

A shudder of pleasure raced through Lara’s slender form and she stared, panting, at Valerie. “I — I touch m-myself there, too!” she gasped, then crushed her mouth into Valerie’s, hungry for more kisses.

As Valerie’s thumb prodded and stroked Lara’s tiny clitoris, the girl gyrated wildly, her hips churning, her bottom clenching and unclenching, her sex oozing honey. Soon she was too out of breath to kiss, and had to break away to moan, to cry, to howl — then she’d dive back, whimpering into Valerie’s mouth as that lovely heat between her legs mounted into an inferno.

And when Lara came for the first time, she cried out, among many other things, “OhhhHHhh Valerie, Valerieeeeee, I love you, I love you!”

The End? Perhaps not… what do you think, readers?

 

A Model Companion, Part One

  • Posted on October 10, 2021 at 2:38 pm

By Louisa May

Note from JetBoy: Those of you who have been enjoying this kind of erotica for a long while are surely familiar with the wonderful and very sexy lesbian fiction of Louisa May — first appearing at the Nifty Archive, then finding a second home at Lesbian Lolita. More than anyone, Louisa May inspired me to try my hand at writing erotica… but please, don’t blame her for that.

It’s been a long while since she’s been heard from, so imagine our surprise and delight when she turned up in our Comments section, responding to praise for her stories, some of which grace our archive. Seems that Louisa May more or less stumbled onto our humble site, and was delighted to discover that folks are still reading and getting off to her work.

Now that she’s back among us, it was decided that we needed more of her vintage stories at Juicy Secrets. Hence, we present this gem from 2005. Thanks, Louisa May, for all you’ve given us. We love you!!

***

“Valerie! Lara, look who’s here — it’s Valerie!”

Lara followed her mother into the small dressing room and dropped her rather heavy knapsack onto an empty chair by the door. “Hi, Valerie,” she grinned, shy but happy to see her attractive older friend again.

“Hey, Squirrel!” At the locker across from Lara’s dressing table, Valerie had turned at their entrance. She seemed genuinely glad to see the girl. “So I guess it’s you and me again, huh?”

As Lara started to answer, her mother cut in. “Well, you two are so darling together, how could they not do another shoot?” She fussed with Lara’s hair as the girl sat at her beauty station and took out various cosmetics from her voluminous bag. “And next, I suppose, will be the fall line, and then maybe a Christmas special…”

Valerie sifted through the various outfits that hung, unassigned as of yet, in the corner. “Well, I don’t want to be counting any chickens…”

“No, of course not.” Lara’s mother had taken out a hairbrush.

“…`Cause all of a sudden, y’know, the powers that be decide they’re seeing too much of us.”

Lara gritted her teeth as her mother dragged the brush through her fine blond hair.

“Two shoots?” said Valerie, rolling her eyes. “Too much? Well, that’s just silly.”

Lara winced. “Mom… ow?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey.” She dropped the brush in her purse and patted the girl’s head. “Sometimes I get to feeling like I’m brushing Puffy!” She nodded to Valerie. “Our dog.”

“Well, Puffy likes it. I don’t.”

“I know, sweetie, I said I was sorry.” The stoutish woman blew out her cheeks, thoughtfully drumming her fingers on Lara’s dressing table. After a moment’s hesitation, she spoke. “Honey? You think you’d be all right if I hit Bloomingdale’s for a while?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Sure? Because I don’t have to–”

Lara turned. “Really, Mom, yes. Yes. I’ll be fine. Valerie’s here.”

Her mother turned to Valerie. “Is that okay?”

The young woman shook her head. “Nope, sorry, not in my contract.” She grinned. “Of course it’s okay, what the heck do you think?”

“Well…” Lara’s mother picked up her purse. “Thank you.”

“Hey, I’m just gonna be here working. So’s she.”

“Fine, then. Have fun, honey.” She kissed the air by Lara’s cheek and headed out the door. “I certainly will!” And she was gone.

Lara stretched her arms out wide. “Aaaah! Free at last!”

Valerie smiled. “A bit of a pill sometimes?”

Lara made a face. “Sometimes!”

“Well, I’ve never been a mom, and certainly never the mom of an eleven-year-old, so I can’t do any judging.”

“Yeah but you’ve been a just-plain person, and sometimes, my mother is so… ooooeeeeeyyyuuaaahh!” And her fists and head came down on the table.

“Oo-ee-yuh. Yes, definitely. Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Hello, ladies!” The door swung open and a small bulldog of a woman strode in carrying a big box. “First outfit on the right. And here, I’ve got unders, unders.” She held the box to her chest. “Light or white, and no colors.”

She turned to Valerie, who rummaged through the box and fished out a couple of lingerie packages. “These’ll do for me.”

The bulldog swung over to Lara. “You?”

Lara looked to Valerie, who translated. “Gotta have white or light-colored underwear for the shoot.”

“Oh. I think–” Lara peeled her jeans down to reveal a patch of pink.

The bulldog shook her head. “Nope. Here you go.” She dug into her box of tricks and produced a package. “Thong. Petite.”

Thong?” Lara looked somewhat stricken.

“Yep. Can’t have any lines showing for them shorty-shorts. Gotta be nice and smooth for that sexy little butt of yours.”

“Um, sure.” Blushing hugely, Lara accepted the package.

“Okay, Miss Manners. I think we have what we need.” Valerie’s arched eyebrow made its point.

“Thank you ladies. Any questions, I’ll be in the shop down the hall.” Bulldog bustled out.

“A thong.” Lara stared at the package as if it held narcotics.

“No biggie. I’ve been wearing them for a looong time.” Unfastening her jeans, Valerie pushed them down to her feet. Lara hesitated, then did the same. She noticed that sure enough, Valerie wore a white thong.

“Why’d you take them from her box? You’re already wearing what they want, aren’t you?”

Valerie smiled and winked. “Never pass up a free pair, right? It’s not like they pay us enough anyway.”

“Ohhh.” Lara had stripped down to pink panties and a training bra. Valerie couldn’t help marveling at what an amazingly pretty girl she was. An adorable face, and such flawless skin! Just… perfect, she thought.

“There’s a bathroom right around the corner if you want to change in there.”

“Oh, no, I just…” Gingerly opening the daunting package, Lara weighed the skimpy item in her hand. “I never wore one of these before.”

“It’s like a bathing suit bottom, only smaller.” Valerie stood at the rack, perusing the product. Lara found herself looking at the woman’s back; the smooth muscles and firm, womanly bottom. She liked looking at Valerie’s bottom. Suddenly aware of being distracted, Lara stepped out of her panties with a sigh.

Having selected her own outfit, Valerie turned to see Lara, now naked but for her bra and socks. She felt a little tingle beneath her belly, deep down. Wow, she thought. This girl’s only eleven, and I’m feeling attracted to her. Hmm.

She told herself not to stare… after all, the poor girl had enough on her plate at the moment. Instead, Valerie concentrated on putting on her summer wear.

“Oww…” As Lara padded over to the clothes rack, she wriggled her bottom.

“Feels weird?”

Lara picked at the thong. “Not just that, it’s…” Reaching behind, she plucked at it again, but to no avail. She looked at Valerie. “See… I got a mosquito bite right…”

“Ooh, yeah–”

“I mean, it’s right there, right on my, um, bottom hole–”

Valerie made a face. “Yikes. That’s one determined mosquito.”

“Yeah… but I scratched it b-back there, and it got kind of–”

“Infected?”

“No, I don’t think so, just… really sore. And now…” And Lara tried plucking at the thong again.

“Well… here’s the thing, kiddo. I have this trick, way back from my dancing days.” Valerie reached into her purse, then produced a jar of Vaseline. “Ta-dah! Never leave home without it.”

“That… helps?” Lara stood in place looking perfectly scrumptious, using one hand to hold the thong away from her bottom.

“Oh, sure. Here.” Lara took the jar. “Just smear a gob of it on your butthole. Keeps it from chafing.”

“`Kay.” Valerie busied herself with her outfit while Lara opened the jar. The woman smiled to herself as the girl made sounds of increasing frustration. Eventually, a small explosion. “OHHhh! I can’t…” She let out a sigh. “I’m such a klutz.”

“What, honey?”

Lara was near tears. “I just can’t… put it on and hold the thong away at the same time. It’s like I need three hands!”

Valerie found herself taking a small breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “Want some help?”

The plaintive look Lara gave her would have melted a glacier. “Could you? Please?”

“Easy-schmeasy. Turn around.” Lara complied, and Valerie scooped up a generous dollop of Vaseline. “Okay, just… open yourself up a bit.” A bit disorienting, this — and, wow, what is going ON here with me? she thought. Watching Lara reach back and use one hand to move the thong and the other to spread her crack open. And there was the poor little mosquito-bitten area, pink on pink.

As Valerie’s finger touched the lubricant to Lara’s pert little rosebud, the muscle tightened, and the tiny hole seemed to wink. Valerie tried to remain as professional as she was able while painting the tender area with the Vaseline.

“There… that should do it,” she said, hearing a slight shakiness in her voice. She gave a playful slap to the flawless bottom, taking note of its velvety softness. “All done.”

Lara turned, her cheeks crimson. Something about the child’s awkwardness endeared her to Valerie more than ever. “Well, that was the weirdest thing!” Lana declared. “I mean… you had to touch my butt! My butthole, even! God, it’s — it’s so embarrassing!”

Valerie grinned. “Hey, it wasn’t so bad. Hardly stinky at all.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Lara cried, covering her face with both hands. Valerie was about to offer comfort, then she realized, to her relief, that the little girl was giggling.

“No, really,” and Valerie reached out to touch Lara’s flushed cheek. “I know how it feels to get chafed down there, and it’s no fun. So, really, I’m glad to help.”

Lara rubbed her face against Valerie’s palm, much like a cat would. “Aw, that’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Yup.” Valerie patted the girl’s cheek, then let her hand drop. “C’mon now — let’s see what goofy things they gave us to wear!”

***

Three hours later, a breathless young woman and a weary little girl swept back into the dressing room.

“Whoa! I am pooped!” Lara gasped, flopping into the nearest chair.

“Yeah, four outfits in one shoot.” Valerie began shucking her clothes. “That’s pushing it, even for them.” She stepped out of the svelte black slacks, then unhooked her bra.

“It’s the most I ever did at once,” Lara said. With a sigh, she stood and began to unbutton her top.

“Oh, they just wanted to see how much they could get out of us without having to pay more.” She tossed the bra in her bag and massaged her breasts. “Aaaah, blessed relief!”

Lara watched. Clearly, her comfort level with Valerie had risen dramatically since the Vaseline incident. She parted her lips to speak, hesitated, then came out with it. “Your breasts are so beautiful.”

Valerie smiled as she continued to massage herself. “Why thank you, sweetie. What a nice thing to say.”

“I mean it.” And she did. Valerie was the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen, and looked even better out of her clothes. “They’re — they’re gorgeous. Just like you.”

“Oooh, keep it coming.”

Lara’s eyes widened. “Omigosh, look at your nipples!” The combination of Valerie’s massaging and Lara’s admiration had aroused the young woman’s dark nipples, and they were now visibly erect.

“Yeah,” said Valerie, looking down at them. “All these nice things you said to me… I guess it turned them on.”

“They’re like… I don’t know, like little brown fingertips or something.”

Valerie smiled. “Or something, yeah.”

Lara tilted her head to look, her cheeks slightly flushed. “How d-do they feel, um, when they get like that?” She frowned down at her own chest. “Mine are too small.”

Valerie had an extremely wicked impulse, then thought better of it. But watching Lara, noting the obvious interest in the little girl’s eyes… in the end, her hunger was too powerful to resist.

“Why don’t you touch them?” said Valerie. “Find out for yourself. I don’t mind.”

Lara’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Valerie nodded, moving closer to the girl.

“Um, sure,” Lara said. Okay.” With a shy grin, she reached out, extending a finger.

Valerie let both arms hang at her sides and waited, eager to be touched. When the child’s fingertip brushed the tip of her breast, it was the merest hint of pressure, barely anything — but it sent a wave of arousal bolting through Valerie, one so strong that she couldn’t stifle a low groan.

Lara immediately snatched her hand away. “What?” she blurted, her face a picture of concern.

Valerie smiled, shaking her head. “No, no, it’s nothing… that just felt really good, and I, um, wasn’t quite prepared for it.”

“My finger felt good? On — on your nipple?”

“Better than I thought it would. Much better.” She took a deep breath. “So what did it feel like?”

“Umm… can I touch it again?”

“Hmm, let me think about that… YES?”

Lara giggled. “Good.” Again the girl’s finger extended towards the now-swollen nipple, which had grown even bigger since she’d first touched it.

“Take it between two fingers, Lara… give it a squeeze. Oooohhh, yessss… just like that!”

“It’s so long,” breathed Lara, rolling Valerie’s dark nipple. “Ooh, it’s hard and soft!” She gave it a gentle, experimental tug.

Valerie’s eyes were half-shut, her mouth hanging slack. “Oh, GOD yes. Squeeze it… and pull on it. Do both. Both, honey. Mmmmm, yes!”

Lara was fascinated, and quite excited herself. This was like a dream come true for her, even though it was unlike any dream she’d ever had. She was giving her grownup friend good feelings, sexy feelings. And her friend was loving it, making frantic little humming noises as Lara squeezed both her nipples, circling them around in her fingers before she pulled at them, the way Valerie wanted.

“Ohhh… oh yeah,” Valerie panted, then she suddenly clutched at Lara’s arms. “That’s enough,” she said, gently removing the little girl’s hands from her breasts. She’d already come once, and felt certain that another orgasm would be much too conspicuous. And she didn’t want to scare Lara away. In truth, Valerie wasn’t sure what she wanted, but was beginning to suspect that it was something very risky.

“Did it feel good?” Lara was all enthusiasm, like a little puppy.

Valerie slowly nodded. “Ohh, Lara… that was way better than any massage I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, yay! I wanted to pay you back, You know, for the Vaseline.”

“Well, then, I hope you need Vaseline a lot more often!”

Lara made a face. “Yikes!” But then she laughed.

As they dressed, Lara was finally able to peel the thong from between her buttocks, then step back into her comfortable old pink panties. “Oh wow, that’s so much better.”

“Lara?” Valerie asked the girl, “would you like to spend an afternoon with me sometime? Just shopping, or seeing a movie, or whatever?”

Lara’s face positively lit up. “Are you kidding? That would be GREAT!”

“We’ll have to check with your mom.”

“Oh, she’ll love to have some time to herself. That’s what she always says, you know: “I never have time to myself!” Besides, she thinks you’re awesome.”

“Sounds good, then.” Valerie planted a kiss on Lara’s forehead, then touched her nose. “Let’s keep all that Vaseline, nipple-rubbing stuff to ourselves, okay? Secrets between friends.”

Lara blushed and smiled; a confidante! She nodded eagerly. “I can keep a secret.”

“Okay, kiddo, see you soon. Here’s my phone number, you can give it to your mom.”

“Or just keep it for myself,” Lara replied, pressing the piece of paper to her chest.

“Or that, yeah.” Another kiss, quick on the lips this time. “Bye, love.”

Lara was breathless. “Bye.”

With a final wink, Valerie made her exit.

Lara stared after her friend, even after the door had shut. “Whoa,” she whispered, standing there in her panties and nothing else.

On to Part Two!

 

The Sister I Never Knew

  • Posted on September 17, 2021 at 3:22 pm

Note from JetBoy: I went round and round deciding whether to post this story under my name or not. In the end, I decided that there was a bit too much of the original work remaining to accept the author’s credit, though I rewrote quite a lot of it. If you can find the original, let us know. In the meantime, enjoy this “remixed” version.

Author Unknown

One afternoon I was just finishing up a grueling workout when I heard the doorbell ringing. I always work out naked, so I had to quickly throw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before I could answer the door.

When I opened the door I just stood there, taken aback. There was something familiar about the young Asian girl standing there. Except for her almond-shaped eyes, it was almost like looking into a mirror. She looked back at me with the same surprise of recognition.

“You are Gwen McAllister,” she announced with a sense of certainty. I nodded, and she continued. “I am Cai Nguyen, daughter of your father.”

I was stunned. There was no doubt in my mind that she was telling the truth, so I quickly invited her inside. Leading her to the sofa, inviting her to sit, I asked, “You’re my dad’s daughter? How… how did it happen?”

Cai’s hazel eyes added to her exotic beauty. The roundness of her face, her soft mouth, her inquiring eyes and certain expressions she made as she looked around the living room, they all seemed like a copy of my own. “They met when he saw my mother slip and fall in the street, and he helped her to stand. He made the offer to buy her tea, and she agreed.”

“When were you born?” I asked, enthralled by her story.

My mother told me it was while our father was on leave. He returned to train the men of our village to be warriors, and was killed in battle against the Viet Minh. I have kept his ashes in hopes that I could return them to his family in America. Now I am here.”

She handed me a polished wooden box with a pair of military dog tags inlaid in its top. I took it and read Mitchell Lewis McAllister, U.S. Marine Corps stamped in the metal tags.

“I last saw my father eight years ago,” I said. “My mother was divorced from him by then, and he was on duty for much of the time, so I don’t have as many memories of him as I’d like. Mom died last year, so all I’ve got to remember Dad by are the papers I’ve found in the basement.”

“I am sorry to hear of that,” Cai said, taking my hand. “It seems that all we have left for family is each other.”

“What of your mother?”

“She died when a bomb exploded in the street. Before then, she told me of you… and how much you were missed by our father. He always had a picture of you with him. You have grown much since it was taken.” She handed me a worn, weather-beaten wallet photo of a little girl. It was the same photo my mother kept on her dresser, only smaller. “I had to come here and bring you these things.”

Suddenly it struck me, what this meant. “I have a sister!” I exclaimed, suddenly thrilled. “You don’t have to go back, do you? You know you have a place to stay here.”

She shook her head. “I cannot go back to that place after working so hard to escape. They would put me in a labor camp for the crime of having an American soldier for a father.”

I gave Cai a hug, then held her at arm’s length and looked her over. “Well, you’re here with me now. Today we can start a new life as sisters.” I took Cai by the hand, led her into the kitchen and put on water.

While preparing tea, we shared memories of Dad. It was obvious that she’d loved him very much. Certainly her mother had. I understood — Mom and I had felt much the same. She and Dad had only divorced after agreeing that he was too committed to the Marines to give us the life he felt we deserved. Even after the split, Mom had cared for him very much, and was devastated when the news of his death came to our door.

“Well, let’s bring in your things and I’ll show you your new home,” I said after we finished our tea. “You can have the spare bedroom. There is only one bathroom… I hope you don’t mind sharing.”

“A room of my own?” she asked, clearly delighted. “And sharing a bathroom with only one other is a luxury.”

“Let’s get you settled in and then we can start dinner.”

“You must allow me to do all of the cooking,” Cai said. “You need more rice and peppers in your diet.”

“Your English is amazingly good,” I told her as we went to fetch her bag. “How did you learn it?”

“I went to a Catholic school in Na Trang. They were most demanding that we learn English.” She sighed. “The school was torn down after the war.”

Cai was thrilled at the size of her room when we brought her things up. “Whole families live in a space this size,” she said. She went to the closet and looked inside. “This could be my bedroom, and I could have guests out here!” she giggled. She pulled a straw mat out of her duffel bag, unrolled it and laid it in a corner next to the wall. “I now have an American home,” she said proudly.

When I showed Cai the bathroom and how to work the shower, she had to try it. She worked the handle back and forth until the water was just right then she stripped out of her clothes and stepped in. “This is good,” she squealed in delight. “There is room for us both. Join me, and I will wash your hair.”

I was sticky from my workout and needed a shower, so I stripped naked and stepped into the tub. We took turns under the spray, then Cai had me sit on the edge of the tub so she could work the shampoo into my hair.

“When I would look at your picture, I dreamed about meeting you,” she said as her fingers worked over my scalp. “Now I am here, I can see that you are more beautiful than I have thought.”

“We are sisters, so we look much the same,” I said as she worked the shampoo lather into my hair, massaging my scalp with her fingertips. The delicious tingles she was sending down the back of my neck and through my spine were radiating out through my whole body. When I was able to open my eyes, the first sight that greeted me was her firm, flat abdomen, tapering down between her lush rounded hips to the softness of her mons, covered sparsely with dark, silky down. I was mesmerized by the beauty of her feminine cleft and the delicate dimple of her clitoris at its top.

By the time I’d finished college, I’d known that I was a lesbian… and the sight of this lovely nude woman had me tingling with desire, even if she was my own flesh and blood. I badly wanted to reach out and touch her, but restrained myself.

Cai pressed my forehead to her belly as she worked her fingers down the back of my head to the base of my neck. God, her skin smelled incredible…

After she worked the lather through my hair one last time, she stepped back and said, “All done. You may rinse now.”

“You do that so well,” I said as I struggled to my feet. “It was wonderful. I’m… I’m all light-headed.”

“You are only relaxed. Head massage makes all your tensions go away.”

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” I laughed. “Let’s see if I can do as good a job as you.”

Cai smiled as she exchanged places with me. I worked a generous portion of shampoo into her long, jet-black hair, then started massaging her scalp with my fingertips. My hands moved over the top of her head, around the sides and down the back of her neck. I repeated the process a few more times until I could hear Cai purring with pleasure.

“Yes… you do that well,” she whispered as she pressed her forehead against me, her soft arms wrapping around my waist. “It is good to have a real sister to share these things with.”

“Here — I’ll wash the rest of you too,” I took the washcloth and lathered it. Standing behind Cai, I started scrubbing her back, slowly working my way down to her tight, round ass. Cai’s figure was a lot like mine, except that she was sleeker. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, topped by perky brown nipples.

Cai sighed contentedly. Her fingers lightly brushed my ankle, and my desire flared anew. Could she be into women, too? I wondered.

“I’m enjoying this,” I said. “When I’m done, you can do me. That’s what sisters are for, isn’t it?”

Kneeling, I washed my way down the back of her legs. When I was finished she turned around, and I lifted her foot and washed it. She giggled and squirmed like a little girl… and with her knee up, I could see the sweet pink promise of her sex.

I washed the front of her legs and her lower abdomen. Then, as I was about to move up to her hips, she took my hand with the washcloth in hers and moved it back down between her thighs. My heart throbbed.

Taking the hint, I ran the soapy cloth between her legs, then worked the lather into her slit with my bare fingers. I could feel a slipperiness there that wasn’t soap.

Cai’s legs parted slightly, and she supported herself by resting both hands on my shoulders. I continued with the cloth, up her torso and over her flawless breasts. I was so tempted to take this lovely girl into my arms and kiss her like a lover, but didn’t want to rush things. A jolt of surprise hit me at the realization that, not two hours after first learning of her existence, I was already thinking about sex with my new sister!

“The pleasure of the bath is most important in the practice of love,” Cai murmured quietly into my ear as she pressed herself into my caress.

“I’m beginning to realize that,” I said as I kissed her affectionately, still restraining myself from doing what I really desired. “It’s going to be wonderful, having you here with me. We can make up for all the years that we didn’t know about each other.”

She took the washcloth from me and soaped it up. “I can feel so much love here with you,” Cai said as she started lathering my neck and shoulders. “This country is so exciting and new to me… and it is much more wonderful to share this with my own sister.”

She pressed her wet, soapy body against mine, making me gasp as she reached around me to wash my back and ass. I loved the feel of her slippery breasts against mine and the mound of her pubis pressing on my pussy. God, I wanted her.

Before I could get too turned on, though, she stepped back and started soaping my breasts. A quiet moan escaped my lips as she worked the washcloth over my aching nipples, making them stiffen. A delicious warmth spread through my body as she washed my belly, then the fronts of my legs, then my inner thighs. She washed my mound with the cloth, then I felt her bare fingers touching my cunt. I was dripping by the time her fingers worked the soap into my crease and over my labia. When she was satisfied that I was all clean, she stood, taking me into her arms.

We kissed again… sweetly, like sisters, then we moved together under the spray to rinse our bodies.

I turned off the water and took Cai’s hand, then stepped from the shower with her. I took two thick towels from the cupboard, handed one to Cai and began to dry her. She took the hint, and began to gently rub me all over with the other towel. We dried each other, taking our time… two sisters, savoring the beauty of each other’s bare body.

Finally I took the towel from Cai and dropped them both to the floor, then drew her to me. She purred with pleasure as I claimed her soft mouth with mine, kissing her passionately. My tongue probed its way between her lips, and her own tongue quickly flashed to life, joining mine in a sweet, hot duet of love. Her hands slid down my back to cradle my ass.

I held her to me as we kissed, stroking the sensuous curve of her back… then I took my sister by the hand and led her up the stairs to my room.

We slipped into bed and snuggled under the covers, sharing more hot, hungry kisses. The feeling of Cai’s taut body pressing into mine seemed to intensify the warm glow that had been mounting in me while we showered.

Cai’s hand found my breast and caressed it lovingly, her thigh slipping between my legs to press against my pussy.

I didn’t know at the time if Cai was experienced at the art of lesbian love. Her affection somehow seemed sweet and innocent. But the sensuous journey she took me on with her kisses and caresses had me adrift in a sea of erotic delight.

My soft moans were muffled in our kisses as I squirmed against her, my wet pussy pressed against the firmness of her thigh.

Wanting more, I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts, took one of her nipples in my mouth and gently sucked. Cai’s pleasure was evident by her whimper of delight, and she ground herself against me even harder.

When I trailed my hand down my sister’s abdomen to cup her mons, I could feel the dew of arousal coating the swollen petals. Unlike my own thick bush, Cai’s pubes were soft and silky, the outer labia nearly bare. My fingers found their way into her soft, resilient wetness.

I stroked lightly around the opening of her cunt, then my fingers drifted up to the pink button at the apex of her labia. The delicate bouquet of sex wafted up under the covers, giving me an uncontrollable desire to taste the moist folds my fingers were exploring. So I wriggled down under the covers, kissing my way down her abdomen, lingering at the softness of her inner thighs.

When my mouth first brushed her slit, her soft sighs turned into gasps of pleasure. I ran the tip of my tongue over the silky smooth flesh of her crevice, then licked lustily at my sister’s labia.

The aroma of Cai’s sex was enticing, the flavor pure ambrosia. I found the nub of her clitoris, took it between my lips and flicked the tip with my tongue. My sister’s body tensed and quivered as her moans grew more fervent. I ran one hand up her torso to fondle Cai’s breasts as I licked and sucked at her. Imagining what she was feeling at that moment only increased my excitement.

Suddenly my sister clamped her legs to my head as her whole body jerked to a climax. As I felt her giving herself over completely to the sensation within her, I slid a finger deep into her cunt with a single stroke. Her ecstasy seemed to soar to unimaginable heights as she came again, filling the room with cries of pleasure.

Unable to stand any more stimulation, Cai pulled me on top of her and held me tightly as her orgasm slowly crested and waned.

Her face flushed and beautiful, she gave me an adoring smile. “I have only known you for a few short hours,” she said, “yet I feel a love with you… like we have been together always.”

I caressed Cai’s face. “You are my sister. How could I feel any other way?”

“I did not know how wonderful that could be,” Cai said as she snuggled next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel the soft beating of her heart. Then her lips pressed into my skin, and her hands began to move over my body. She raised her head to whisper, “I wish to please you now, my sister,” and I gasped as the tip of her tongue licked its way around my ear.

Never, never had I experienced delights such as those Cai shared with me on that magical afternoon. She was born to make love. Her sweet lips placed warm, soft kisses on what seemed like every inch of my skin. My nipples throbbed in her mouth as she pleasured them with playful bites and teasing flicks of her tongue.

Finally she knelt between my thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered her face to my pussy, extending her tongue to take a long, luxurious lick.

Cai spent at least thirty minutes eating my pussy… slowly taking me to the brink of ecstasy over and over without allowing me to come. My entire body seemed to be enveloped in sweet, caressing flames as she made love to me. Finally she took my clitoris between her lips and — God, I wasn’t even certain of what she did, but I came harder than I ever had before. The world contracted, I expanded, and everything went a bright white as I screamed my pleasure to the ceiling.

We held each other for a long time, sharing kisses, caresses, and loving words. I was smitten with this woman — my own half-sister! And something in her eyes told me that Cai’s feelings were as strong as mine.

She and I spoke for hours, pausing to make love twice more. We got to know more about each other’s lives and shared memories of our father. But mostly we talked about the future… our future, together.

Cai and I have lived together as an openly lesbian couple ever since. We are deeply in love. No one knows of our sisterly relationship. We think of that as our warm, special secret; the link that binds our hearts together.

The End

 

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 7

  • Posted on September 7, 2021 at 3:10 pm

By Nuit du Loup

The soft, muffled sound of water rushing through pipes awoke Karin to a new day, but it was a cool, teasing breeze coming in through her open window and the warm place in the bed next to her that truly got her mind moving. She was still lying on her side, and had one hand where another person had been only moments before. There was a sense of loss too, because that person was missing. She heard the door to the bathroom behind her click open and rolled over quickly, looking up.

“Sora?!” Karin said excitedly, her eyes alighting upon the tantalizingly nude form of her new younger sister. Sora stopped in surprise at the call with one small hand upon the door jamb and her long, expressive ears flicked twice in question as her almond-shaped eyes locked onto Karin.

For a long, hushed moment, they sat still like that, watching each other. For her part, Karin thankfully drank in the view of Sora all over again, as if it was the first time. Now that she knew the truth of what she’d been feeling inside lately. It was as if the knowledge had set part of her free, a part that was just now poking its head above ground. Seeing Sora again, after having spent the night cuddled together in the same bed, made her heart beat faster with the anticipation of… something.

Sora was stunning to look at, and Karin very much enjoyed what she was seeing. She loved Sora’s long, midnight-dark hair, and her smooth tan-colored skin was soft, smooth, and touchable. She remembered the feel of it against her from the previous night and ached for it again. She watched a slight flush suffuse Sora’s skin as the younger girl stood under her gaze; it went all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“Karin!” Sora spoke softly in her sweet voice, her ears drooping slightly in embarrassment. “You’re staring at me!”

“Hee hee,” Karin smiled and quickly slid to the edge of the bed, casting off the warm sheets as she swung her legs down and sat up straight, exposing herself. The same breeze that had been teasing her cheeks before caressed her whole body now, and she felt her long, thick nipples hardening a little at the sudden temperature change, as well as for other obvious reasons. “I can’t really say I’m sorry, Sora. I like looking at you this way, because you’re so cute!”

“Oooh!” Sora moaned low, and her blushing increased dramatically. Her brown eyes, though, were focused on Karin’s own nude form. Karin did nothing to impede her sister’s gaze. She wanted Sora to see.

Karin stood up, unable to be still any longer because her body was filled with an excited, sexual energy that was still very new and raw.  She crossed over the shag rug to Sora, until they were only a single step apart. She wasn’t much taller than her sister, so their eyes found each other with ease. Karin was still smiling warmly and she saw some of Sora’s reflexive shyness dissipating from her expression, which made her even prettier. Karin raised a hand slowly to the top of Sora’s small head and gently ran her fingers into and down the silky-smooth, black hair. They both shivered.

“Your hair feels so smooth and nice,” Karin observed aloud in wonder. It was like she was discovering the girl all over again, and it was exhilarating. She could feel something between her legs, like she was hot inside. Her heart was beating like a drum and she could imagine something like an electric tingle from her exploring fingers.

Sora seemed pleased at first by the compliment, but there was still a hint of stubborn discontentment in her eyes. “Did I say something wrong?” Karin asked.

“I don’t want to be cute.” Sora complained, even as she moved her head along with Karin’s strokes. “It makes me sound like a little kid.”

“We’re both still kids!” Karin laughed. She leaned in on pure impulse and gave Sora a quick, soft peck on her lips. Sora blinked, jerked her face back and gasped at her in surprise. Karin grinned, even as her heart thrummed from the touch of their lips. “So what if you’re cute? I think you’re beautiful too, and pretty and adorable and totally huggable! It makes me want to hold you tight and touch you all day long!”

Once she’d finished speaking, Karin reached out with her free hand, touching Sora’s bare hip, and pulled her in close. Their unclothed bellies pressed together and they both let out simultaneous gasps from the warm skin-to-skin contact. Karin finished by wrapping her arm around Sora’s back, and with her free hand, she lightly ran a finger down Sora’s left ear. Sora squeaked and the ear twitched for a second.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” Karin asked, looking into her sister’s eyes.

“No!” Sora said quickly, relaxing very willingly into Karin’s embrace with a smile in return. Karin loved it. She almost couldn’t believe what was happening between them. “It felt good, but it tickled a little… maybe. It was a nice tickle, though.”

“What if I do this instead?” Karin darted her face forward and quickly licked down the top of the same ear with her very long tongue.

“Karin!” Sora’s face reddened and she wriggled in Karin’s arms, which felt oddly good for both of them. “You licked me!”

“It looks like you liked it, though,” Karin laughed, enjoying what they were doing. Sora felt so wonderful to hold, just like she did while they were in bed last night.

“Hmm, maybe, but it was kinda weird, too,” Sora moaned, but her smile soon returned again. “This feels nice, though. You’re really warm, Karin. Your arms feel good too.”

“Yeah, it totally does feel awesome,” Karin agreed wholeheartedly. “Did you like sleeping with me? Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sora affirmed quickly with a happy nod. Her shyness was almost completely gone. “Sleeping with other girls feels really good. I liked it with you and Isana. Do you think Ayaka had a good night too?”

“Oh, sure!” The reminder that her new older sister had gone to have real, actual sex with Isana made her tingle again. It also made her even more aware of Sora’s nakedness, pressed against hers. “She’s with Isana, so she probably had a nice time. They were getting along really well, right?”

“She looked so excited last night,” Sora giggled. Karin felt something on the outside of her thigh, and a quick shiver went through her when she realized that it was her new sister’s hand. “Isana was touching her like this under the water, and she seemed to like it a whole lot.”

“Well, it does feel good,” Karin agreed, aware of every movement of that hand. Suddenly feeling bold, she whispered, “Come back to bed with me!” She pulled back and grabbed Sora’s hand in one motion — and before the startled girl had a chance to say a word, Karin dragged her back towards the bed.

Once her shock dissolved, Sora laughed happily, willingly allowing herself to be towed along. At the bed, Karin maneuvered Sora by her bare shoulders so that the back of her knees were against the edge of the bed, then gently pushed her backward. Sora got the idea quickly and fell back with a playful giggle, her arms spread, then scooted back on her butt until she was lying down.

Karin stared again for a moment at her naked sister, then climbed over her, straddling Sora at the waist. When she bent forward so that they were looking into each other’s eyes again, she saw pleasure and joy on her sister’s face. Karin reached out to stroke Sora’s cheek — admiring the girl’s skin, which was the color of warm wood. It was smooth and soft and she felt her own cheeks grow hot when Sora made a soft cooing sound and nestled into her hand. It was a sound that thrilled Karin from head to toe.

“Is it okay that I’m touching you?” Karin asked, a little belatedly. She didn’t want her excitement to cause Sora any kind of harm or to scare her. It was immensely important that Sora enjoyed this.

“It feels nice, and I really like it,” Sora smiled with total trust in her expression. “I can touch you too, right?”

“Of course!” Karin replied immediately, lightly bumping her nose to Sora’s, causing the other girl to giggle some more, which in turn made Karin feel hot all over again.  She rose back up, and one of Sora’s slim arms followed so that they were each touching the other’s face. Sora’s fingers were tiny, but she was gentle and her stroking felt very affectionate.

They began to play a kind of game in a very amiable silence that needed no words. Karin ran her hand along one of Sora’s slender arms, feeling her smooth skin. Sora would then repeat the action on Karin’s body, with skin-tingling results. Then Karin made Sora laugh when she touched her tummy and around her cute little belly button. Karin found herself wanting to lick it. Again, Sora followed her lead, and she could feel the heat between her legs turn tingly and humid. They ran their hands over almost every inch of exposed skin on their upper bodies except for their breasts.

When Sora knew these were next, her face slipped from joyful wonder to embarrassment. “I… I don’t have anything there,” she said in a sorrowful voice when she saw Karin looking at her chest.

“What are these, then?” Karin replied with a friendly, sisterly laugh, running her hands up Sora’s belly to her almost-flat chest, circling each nipple with her fingers. Sora twitched and gasped at the sudden contact, and Karin smiled as she felt the pert buds grow firm to her touch. She kept tweaking them, marveling at how such a simple thing could make Sora feel as good as her facial expressions suggested. When she stopped, she dropped her arms, inviting Sora to return the favor.

“That was really nice,” Sora said with a happy sigh, her voice wispy. She was breathing a little harder and her skin looked flushed in a different way now, a way that Karin found exciting. Sora slowly cupped her hands over Karin’s tiny breasts. “You have real boobs. I like them.”

“They’re just bumps,” Karin chuckled, really liking how it felt to have someone touch her chest, especially a girl as special as Sora was fast becoming to her. She’d discovered masturbation just over a year ago, after catching another, older girl at it in the bathroom one day, and had always liked to tug and play with her long nipples, but Sora’s hands felt a hundred times better. The girl seemed to like touching her, too. “Ayaka’s the only one of us that has anything like real ones. Hers are probably bigger than Isana’s.”

“D’you think she’d let us touch them?” Sora asked with an amused smile, happily fondling Karin. Then she paused to give each of the girl’s nipples a gentle pinch.

Karin shivered at the surprise rush of pleasure that passed through her body. Her nipples had never felt that good before. It was like they’d been zapped. “Do that again!” she gasped.

“Pinching them?” Sora asked, with a happy smile of accomplishment on her face. “It feels good?”

“Yeah!” Karin answered with a definite nod. “It really makes me tingle.”

“Hmmm.” This time Sora pinched both at the same time and when her fingers twisted a little as she applied pressure, Karin felt even better.

“Wow, Sora,” Karin said in amazement, staring down at her adorable sister. She’d never have thought her breasts could feel so good. Wanting to see if Sora would like it too, Karin reached down with one hand and gave Sora’s left nipple a pinch.

“Ooh!” Sora’s eyes opened wide.

“See?” Karin laughed. “It’s a lot better when someone else does it.”

“That felt really good,” Sora said, her smile proclaiming how good a time she was having. Then she frowned again in confusion. “Karin, why is there something wet on my legs?”

At first Karin was confused too and looked down. She rose up a little for light and saw that her still hairless lower lips were incredibly wet and slightly open from her excitement. Below her, right under where her crotch had been, was a wet spot on Sora’s thigh. She looked up to smile at the younger girl as her desire bloomed all over again. “It’s from me, and maybe you a little, Sora. Did you have sex-ed in school yet?”

“No, that’s next year,” Sora replied warily, but obviously curious. “It’s from, er, that place?”

“Yeah!” Karin laughed, and saw a funny expression forming on her sister’s face that made her laugh harder. “It’s not gross at all, Sora, and it’s not pee. Haven’t you ever played with yourself down there?”

Sora’s face became less happy again. “I wanted to try it because my roommates did it a lot, though not with them there. But I never had any time alone. Somebody was always around, and I was too scared to try it in the showers. Is it nice?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” Karin answered emphatically with a nod. She leaned in close again so their faces were only inches apart. Sora even smelled good. “If you ever want to do it now that we live here, and you will want to, go right ahead. If you ever want some time alone, you tell me and I’ll go. If you want to play with your pussy, none of us will make fun of you. Because I know Ayaka does it, and there’s no way Isana went years without doing it either. So relax and smile again, okay? I like that a lot better.” She finished with a soft kiss to the tip of Sora’s nose.

“Okay, I will,” Sora laughed, her smile returning. “So what’s the wet stuff, if it isn’t pee?”

“Wellll… girls make some kind of slippery stuff from the sex and baby hole, the vagina I think, to make it easier for a penis to go inside,” Karin informed her, making a vague thrusting gesture with a hand and finger in the air that made Sora giggle. “I don’t remember what it’s called exactly, but that’s not important anyway. It comes out of girls when we are excited and want to do sex stuff. It means we’re horny!” They both laughed at that. “It felt really good when you were touching me, so of course I got wet.”

Sora seemed content with the answer, and Karin felt pride at being able to be the older, informed sister. Then Sora’s expression became even more excited, and Karin’s heart beat a little faster in an instinctive response. Sora’s face came up towards hers and Karin felt surprise, then a heady rush of pure pleasure as small, warm lips touched hers again in a real kiss.

“I really like kissing you,” Sora explained softly, her cheeks reddening under Karin’s wonder-filled eyes. “It feels special.”

In response, Karin rested herself more fully on Sora’s slim body, and they both moaned deeply as she returned Sora back and held her tight.  This time it was a much longer kiss, containing all their thrilling new emotions. Both girls lacked experience, so their lovemaking was a bit clumsy at first, but neither of them would have had it any other way. Their eyes slowly closed and they kissed again — then again, learning from each other’s lips as they went. Karin loved the soft, electric feel of the act and her brain buzzed from both her own pleasure and Sora’s.  The fact that she made Sora feel good enough to moan made it a thousand times more exciting, too.

As they explored each other’s lips, the kisses grew deeper and more passionate and lovingly intimate. Both girls lost their last traces of shyness around each other and just enjoyed the physical act of loving a girl. When Karin parted her lips at one point, Sora did the same and for the first time, their tongues touched and slid together. Karin felt a quiver run through Sora that echoed in her own body, then their lips separated and their lidded eyes carried deep emotions for a long moment of stillness. Karin saw the beginnings of real love for the first time in her young life and it made her head spin.

“Kissing is nice,” Sora eventually said, her affectionate eyes shining in open awe. She was also breathing a bit harder. “Thank you, Karin.”

Karin snorted with laughter, then smiled anew, hugging Sora a little more tightly. “You don’t have to thank me, because I enjoyed that just as much as you did. We did it together. But I think I’m going to be kissing you a lot from now on, if it’s like that! So be warned, okay?”

“Okay!” Sora agreed, playfully giving Karin another quick kiss. “Me too!”

Karen became distinctly aware again of the hot wetness between her legs, which had apparently quadrupled from Sora kissing her. It felt messy. She really wanted to do something about that, but then another thought entered her mind. She wanted to see all of Sora, especially the girl’s special places.

Slowly, so as not to alarm her sister too much, Karin started to slide down towards the edge of the bed. A curious Sora watched on, and Karin felt warm inside at the trust being given to her.  She wanted to make Sora feel really good, and at the same time, learn more about her while keeping that faith. When she was kneeling between Sora’s spread legs, Karin bent forward and down again towards her goal.

As her face drew closer, she heard Sora’s breathing increase greatly, but the girl said nothing in objection and actually rose up on her elbows to watch.

Karin paused with her face a foot away from Sora’s young pussy. “It’s so pretty, Sora,” she said in undiluted awe. This was the first time she’d ever actually had a good, close look between another girl’s legs. She’d never even looked at her own very much, but resolved to fix that soon. Sora’s flower was nestled between her smooth thighs, below a very pronounced pubic mound that was devoid of hair. There was a pair of puffy outer lips with bright pink wetness peeking from in between. At the top, Karin could make out Sora’s cute little clit.

“You think it’s pretty down there?” Sora asked.

“Yeah!” Karin affirmed, breathing in a scent of female muskiness. “It even smells pretty!”

Karin! Don’t smell me!” Sora complained, reflexively trying to close her legs. Karin’s head became trapped in a quite wonderful place, her nose almost pressed right into her sister’s sex. She breathed in deeply again and, because she liked the aroma so much, used her nose to rub side-to-side over the little bump that felt good to touch.

“Oh!” Sora’s legs popped back open and Karin looked up to see Sora staring down at her in astonishment. “What was that?!”

“It’s your pleasure spot, your clit,” Karin answered with a pleased grin. She pulled back just a bit, aware that her nose was wet, and lightly tapped her index finger on the indicated spot. Sora twitched. “It gets really sensitive and feels good to touch, right?”

“Yeah,” Sora replied. “Is your nose wet because of me?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Karin nodded happily. She traced along the soft lips of Sora’s opening, which felt deliciously hot and slippery. When her finger was coated with wetness, she thrust it up towards Sora’s face. “See? That’s from you, and it smells good.”

Sora used her own hands to hold Karin’s still and took an experimental sniff. “It’s… it’s not awful,” she said with relief. “It really is wet, though.”

“Okay, let me show you something incredible,” Karin said, taking her hand back, gently laying it on Sora’s vulva and beginning to rub the younger girl. Sora’s lower lips were engorged and very aroused and Karin’s actions produced small gasps of pleasure from the young girl.

Then Karin slowly spread Sora open and they both gasped, if for different reasons.

“The sex-ed lady was right, it’s like a beautiful pink flower,” Karin said, totally electrified by the sight of Sora’s most intimate place. She had a feeling of awe that Sora was letting her do this, trusting her to make it feel good. She could see everything, especially the tight little hole as it leaked juices. A sharp intake of breath when her thumb trailed down Sora’s labia reminded Karin that she was there to please her sister, not to play tourist on the girl’s cute body.

Deciding to imitate what she liked to do when she masturbated, Karin started to rub Sora with two fingers, up and down the lips and over the tender, pink insides. It soon got even wetter down there because Karin paid very close attention to Sora’s face, learning which places made her gasp or otherwise respond in sexual delight. Karin’s hands got so slippery that her finger accidentally slipped deep inside Sora’s very tight hole and they both jolted in surprise as the girl’s vaginal muscles gripped the invader.

“Karin!” Sora exclaimed loudly and sharply. Her eyes were wide open and her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat made her skin glisten. “I can feel your finger in me! It’s inside!”

“Did I hurt you?” Karin asked quickly, feeling hot, wet muscles squeezing her finger in pulses.

“Uhm…” Sora seemed too confused and aroused to talk and she shivered all over. Concerned for her sister, Karin tried to pull her finger out, but it brushed Sora’s erect clit on the way and the younger girl went rigid while gasping for air. Karin felt a hot liquid pouring onto her hand. She nearly panicked, then realized that Sora had just had a powerful orgasm. So good that Sora kind of just laid there for a bit, unmoving.

“Are you okay?” Karin asked.

“Oh, Karin… “Sora’s voice was wistful and soft as she lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. “That was so good.”

Karin let out a relieved sigh that stopped cold when she saw her hand. A pinkish-redness was in the wet stuff coating the finger she’d accidentally put inside Sora. She’d taken the girl’s virginity. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. Would Sora hate her for it?

“What’s wrong?”

Karin looked back up and saw that Sora was giving her a glorious smile and her face looked radiant in its sweaty messiness. She looked like she’d just experienced the most wonderful thing ever. Karin couldn’t lie to Sora about this though, so she raised her hand. “I… I broke your hymen.”

Sora stared at her for a moment, still looking happy, but confused by Karin’s concern. “Is that bad?” she asked. “Aren’t you supposed to let someone you love do that? I saw that in movies and stuff.”

“Yeah,” Karin replied, suddenly worried.

“Then… it’s okay,” Sora said, as if it was totally obvious.

For a moment, all Karin felt was confusion, then Sora’s face brightened in realization of this and she giggled. Then she sat up rapidly and flung her arms around Karin where she once again found small lips pressed to hers.

The kiss was amazingly intense. Karin had never seen Sora so determined, but she could feel her little sister’s fierce emotions through the act and her heart was thundering in response. After almost five minutes of being thoroughly kissed and kissing back, Karin pulled away.

“You’re not angry with me then?” Karin asked slowly, keenly feeling her own arousal burning away.

“Why?” Sora laughed. “It kinda hurt and felt good at the same time, but I was already feeling so good that when you pulled your finger out, I went boom!”

Boom?”

Sora scrunched her face as she tried to come up with an appropriate term for her sex. “”My… uh, pussy.” When it exploded and made me shake and feel shivery good. But that doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No!” Sora beamed and her ears were quivering as her cheeks reddened. “You’re my sister, and I love you, so it’s okay.”

“You love me already?” Karin felt her cheeks heating and she also felt a renewed desire to kiss her sister, but she held back for now.

“Uh-huh,” Sora giggled, and snuggled close again. At first Karin didn’t get why Sora turned her head as she did so, but then she realized what Sora actually wanted, let out a laugh of her own, then licked at her sister’s long ear. Sora’s pleased giggling redoubled. “It feels so nice.”

“Now you know what an orgasm feels like,” Karin said, enjoying the closeness.

“Did we have sex?” Sora asked excitedly, jerking her head back to look Karin in the face while beaming happily.

“Uhm, kind of, I think,” Karin answered slowly, unsure. “I had sex with you, at least… because I made you come.”

Sora’s almond eyes widened and she looked suddenly intent. “Can I do it to you now?” Karin could tell this meant a lot to Sora, because there was a hint of vulnerability in her expression. “Then it has to count, right?”

“Do you want me to lie back like you were?” Karin asked instead, more than happy to let Sora do almost anything she wanted.

“Yes!” Sora became animated again, her ears twitching wildly with excitement.

Karin let herself be guided onto her back. She spread her legs, then grinned to see how eagerly Sora squirmed down between them. Wanting a better view, Karin dragged over a couple pillows and propped her head up as Sora got into place, imitating what Karin had done to her. Karin found it quite exciting to see her sister’s face looking between her legs so attentively.

“It’s all drippy wet,” Sora said with her most cheerful giggle. She looked up and Karin saw laughter in her brown eyes. Sora was certainly enjoying herself. Then the young girl went back to work, and Karin jumped when she felt a finger press rather firmly onto her very sensitive clit. “Your bumpy thing is kinda big, and it’s hard and squishy at the same time.”

Karin didn’t know where Sora got the idea, but as with her nipples, the girl gave her tender organ a solid pinch and Karin nearly wet herself; it felt so odd and wonderful at the same time. Sora seemed fascinated by her clit and Karin’s mind went a little blank from the sensations of small fingers exploring her slit while her bud was relentlessly attacked. She could feel herself being opened up, but it was a detached sensation, buried in with all the pleasure.  She did notice however, when Sora’s finger slipped inside her pussy and filled her.

“Ow!” Karin couldn’t help the painful exclamation of Sora finding her own virginal barrier. Sora paused and looked up at her with such a look of hopeful love that Karin nodded her acceptance immediately and without fear. She would give to Sora what Sora had given to her. “Go ahead.”

Karin felt her mind weaken again as Sora eagerly resumed her fingering. Sora seemed to know that breaking Karin’s hymen would be more painful than her own experience and she slowly worked that finger in and out of her wet entrance. When Sora finally plunged it all the way in, the pain was sharp and distinct, but Sora gave her no respite to dwell on it. Instead her finger thrust inside vigorously, driving her body onward.

“Sora…” Karin whispered, clawing her hands into the bed-sheets. Her sister’s finger was pressing very firmly on the inner wall of her vagina as it invaded, and she felt something like a strong need to pee, even as she felt her orgasm rising like an agitated snake. The tension grew and grew, seemingly without end, even as that odd pressure increased in an almost painful parallel. Finally her body could hold on no more. “Oh… God! Sora!”

The orgasm was like a wonderful, most pleasurable punch to the gut and head. Her body curled reflexively and she felt the pressure in her groin release all at once. Sora yelped loudly about something, but for several minutes Karin was captive to purest ecstasy. When she did settle back down, breathing hard as if she’d run a mile, she found that she was being hugged very tightly by Sora, who was smiling at her.

“Now we really had sex!” the younger girl laughed. There was no indication that she regretted anything.

“I’d say so!” Karin agreed and then noticed something. “Sora, why is your chest and neck all wet?”

“Your juice stuff squirted out on me,” Sora said with her now ubiquitous giggle, that Karin was fast learning to love. “I thought it was pee at first, but it doesn’t smell that way at all.”

“Sorry,” Karin said, laughing as well. She felt so much better now than playing with herself ever did. She wrapped her own arms around Sora and returned the embrace. Rolling them over so that she was on top again, Karin gave Sora a long, deep kiss. More kissing naturally followed until they both lay still, feeling oddly content.

“I love living here,” Karin said after a long while of companionable silence filled only by the birdsong from outside and Sora’s soft breathing. They’d shifted onto their sides a little so that Sora could nuzzle her face in by Karin’s neck. “I have a new kind-of-mom, my own room, a cool older sister, and an awesome little sister.”

“I love you too,” Sora replied, a pleased tone warming her voice. “Can we do this again?”

“Of course we can,” Karin said immediately, stroking one of Sora’s ears and drawing out a soft coo. “I loved every minute of it. You can also sleep with me whenever you want. But let’s not forget about Ayaka. I like her too, and Isana.”

“I know!” Sora giggled. “I want to try touching Ayaka too; she’s really nice for an older sister. Do you think she’ll want to?”

“She said last night that she was okay with things, but we probably shouldn’t be pushy,” Karin mused. “But I love her too, Sora. She gives wonderful hugs. Plus, I know Isana would love it if we wanted to do things with her. She sounded so happy that we didn’t freak out last night.”

“She feels nice too,” Sora agreed. “She grabbed my butt when we were in bed and I think she liked it.”

Karin frowned, and then moved her arms so that she could grope Sora’s butt properly. Sora gave a pleased giggle at the act and wiggled her behind encouragingly. “Your butt is pretty nice, Sora,” Karin told her, smiling. “It’s so round and soft.”

“And it feels good,” Sora smiled back and rubbed herself against Karin. When Sora’s smooth belly pressed over her mound, Karin felt a new pressure that was gaining strength and grimaced at the interruption.

“That was a weird face,” Sora informed her unnecessarily.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to pee really bad,” Karin admitted.

“Oh!” Sora responded with another laugh and an amused wiggle of her ears. “But I don’t want to let you go. This feels too nice.”

“Sora!” Karin moaned, feeling Sora wriggle herself. “I really am going to pee on you if I don’t go now.”

“Eeww,” Sora laughed, sliding back on the bed and setting Karin free.

“Yeah, eeww,” Karin agreed as she quickly darted into her bathroom and towards her toilet under the small bathroom window. When she seated herself, she saw Sora had followed her inside and was watching her pee with open curiosity. “Are you watching me?”

“I’ve never seen another girl pee before,” Sora said, inquisitive eyes locked on Karin’s crotch. “It kinda looks funny this way.”

When Karin was done, feeling a little pleasantly sore from their activities, as well as a little bemused by her sister’s odd interest in her bodily functions, her eyes flicked over her huge bath and an idea for later flickered into life. But there was also a rumble in her belly for food. Grinning, she snatched Sora’s hand and yanked her sister into her lap with a yelp.

“Okay, Sora,” Karin said once Sora was straddling her with an expression that said she very much liked being in that position. “What do you want first, breakfast or a bath?”

“Hmmm,” Sora mused over the question for a moment and then smiled with a chagrined look. “Breakfast. I’m really hungry.”

“Food it is, then!” Karin agreed, unable to decide if she was disappointed or not. After all, her own tummy seemed to agree with Sora. She got them standing again, and they walked back into the bedroom hand in hand. Karin gestured towards the pile on the floor containing Sora’s towel and her clothes from the previous night. “Do you want to go and grab some fresh clothes, then meet me back here?”

“Sure!” Sora quickly wrapped herself in the towel to hide her nudity and snatched up her dirty clothes in both arms. At the door, she turned and they shared one more lingering series of kisses before she giggled and bounced out, headed for her own room.

Karin felt a moment of mystified loss when Sora was gone, but quickly recovered. She’d see her again soon enough, and she also wanted to spend time with Ayaka and Isana. Setting her own dirty clothes aside with a mental note to ask about a hamper of some sort, Karin dug through her bag and pulled on a pair of plain pink panties, cut-off jean shorts and a loose, white tank-top shirt. Once done, she loaded the rest of her few belongings into the dresser as she awaited Sora’s return.

Coming eventually: Chapter Eight!

 

Mommy and Thea

  • Posted on August 23, 2021 at 2:12 pm

Note: This story first appeared at the Nifty Archive earlier this year. I fell in love with it, and wrote the author to tell her as much, along with a link to Juicy Secrets. She sent a gracious reply. I was quick to ask her if we could post “Mommy and Thea” here, and she consented. I mentioned that I’d be proofreading the story and suggesting some small changes; Mindy was fine with that. Once I’d finished the job and sent her my draft, however, I never got a reply. It’s been a couple of months since than, and I’ve made the decision to post this version of Mindy’s story, since none of the alterations I made were especially radical.

Mindy: If you read this and find yourself less than pleased with any part of it, let me know — I’m happy to undo any of my changes.

Readers: If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment saying so — if Mindy does ever see this, maybe she’ll write a few more for us. Yrs, JetBoy

***

by Mindy Max

It’s only natural for a mother to fall in love with her daughter. But to fall in lust with her? And at such a tender age, too…

From the moment Thea was born, she was my world. Mind, body, and soul. I’d never felt such emotion — not even for her father, sweet man that he is. This little girl, only seconds old at the time, became my reason for living. Nothing could sway me from my devotion, and nothing has since.

For most of her life it was just Thea and me. Her father, Matt, is an army mechanic, and for whatever reason can’t get enough of deployment. Which is fine. The selfish part of me is glad I don’t have to share. This little girl is all mine, and I’m all hers.

Matt wasn’t there when Thea and I determined that only she should decide when to stop breastfeeding. It was how we bonded, after all. What kind of person would take that away from a child before she was ready?

I watched her grow from an infant to a toddler to a child, with black curls growing long and wild around her chubby cheeks. It was only the two of us when she lost her front teeth, and it was me who soothed her as she cut a second set.

In all that time her eyes continued to sparkle like emeralds, wide enough for a woman to lose herself in. So full of life, wonder, and joy, coupled with a shy smile and a giggle like music.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my Thea, if she only asked.

At nine years old, she still bolted in the door the second she was off the school bus. Wherever I was in the house she would find me, drag me to the sofa, and wait impatiently until I sat. How can anyone say no to such a sweet, pouting face? Especially when all she wanted was to be close to Mommy.

I lifted my shirt, and was already dripping. There’s no bra. I’ve long failed to see the point of them. All they do is get in the way.

Thea latched onto my nipple like a starving animal, gorging herself on my breast. Already the weight of my chest eased as she gulped down the sweet tasting milk. She sucked eagerly, as though it would make the milk come faster, thicker.

She never knew how wet that made me – feeding her, filling her belly, her diminutive tongue swirling about on the tip of my breast…

Fuck.

I know what you’re thinking. It’s immoral to be aroused by a child, especially one so young and innocent. And you’re right. I would never, ever do anything to harm Thea. My constant arousal never being sated is a small price to pay for her safety.

Besides, that’s what sex toys are for… and my husband, whenever he was around.

All of that changed one afternoon when, in the middle of nursing, Thea’s hand became… curious.

I was staring down, lost in my little girl’s dreamy expression, when she suddenly let out a moan. I jumped. At first I thought Thea was in pain, but then I saw her little fingers under the hem of her tartan school dress, pushing aside the seat of her lilac cotton panties, pressing into her hairless crease.

My heart stopped. This was my daughter, just nine years old, playing with herself while nestled in her mommy’s lap!

What should I have said? What should I have done? To this day, I’m still not sure.

One thing was for certain — I wasn’t about to reprimand Thea for what she was doing. Girls have a hard enough time in this world without being shamed for exploring pleasure, and I wasn’t about to turn into my mother, doling out punishment for something that comes naturally.

My hand ran down the length of her arm, reluctant to pull Thea from herself. She was clearly enjoying the sensation, nursing from her mommy and touching her tender, virgin cunt.

Oh, God. I shiver just to think about it!

Finally, my better nature won, and I nudged my little girl’s hand away. “No, sweetie. That’s something you should only do in private.”

My chest tightened. I was being a good mom, wasn’t I?

Thea pulled away with a pout. My semi-deflated breast flopped by her ear. “But Mommy,” she whined, “we are in private!”

“Private even from Mommy,” I told her.

For reasons I can barely grasp, my heart was breaking. I’m not used to saying ‘no’ to Thea at the best of times.

She frowned but didn’t argue, and turned in my lap to feed on my other breast.

I never want to be away from my Thea, and yet I suddenly couldn’t wait to be alone with the bedroom door locked. There was a warmth pulsing between my thighs, crying out for attention.

***

The next week passed without incident. Thea, it seemed, had gotten the message. A gentle reprimand about the personal nature of self-pleasure, something that not even mommies are allowed to be part of.

What a cruel world we live in.

I couldn’t shake the image from my mind; my daughter, aware enough of her body to find pleasure in it — stroking her mound, teasing the labia with an eager finger. The thought followed me wherever I went.

From the moment she boarded the school bus I was in the bedroom, pressing a wand between my legs turned to its highest setting. I tried in vain to think of something else — anything else! My husband, other men, other women… but all paths led back to my little girl.

Her perfect smile, her round little nose… her smooth, soft body. How it would feel for her to taste my…

No!

Orgasm after furious orgasm couldn’t fully dispel my desire, even after rubbing my clit raw. But this was all I could allow myself; the price I had to pay to be a good mother.

***

One night, my poor, darling girl developed a cough.

“Mommy,” she said. “My chest hurts.”

She’d suffered the whole day at school, and wasn’t her usual, vibrant self when she arrived home. Even the comfort of being nursed by her mommy failed to lift Thea’s spirits.

As if to drive the point home, Thea — usually so keen to cling to the very last moments of the day — didn’t argue when I suggested an early bedtime. The poor dear was beyond exhausted.

Despite the forbidden thoughts I’d been entertaining, it was a perfectly innocent act, changing Thea into her nightgown. Any sense of arousal took a distant second to concern for her well-being, beautiful as she is in the nude. She needed a mother’s touch, not one of a denied would-be lover.

She crawled into bed and leaned against the wall obediently. Thea was always a joy, even more so when she didn’t make a fuss.

Taking out the jar of Vicks, I murmured, “I’m going to put some ointment on your chest, sweetheart. It will help you breathe.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said.

I undid the buttons of Thea’s nightie, exposing the baby smoothness of her skin and the subtle dip of her ribs. I had to keep from gasping. The urge to lean down and pepper her with kisses, to taste her flawless body was overwhelming. Resisting temptation took more fortitude than I knew I had.

But where my lips were wanting, my fingers were sated. I rubbed the pungent ointment into her chest, and inhaled the heady mix of oils, all the while stealing this most intimate caress.

One day some man, some woman would be there to sample the fruits of her body as she presented them; but for the moment they were mine, despite being limited by her age.

No. I mustn’t think those thoughts. I’m her mother — a chaste protector, nothing more.

But that changed when my little girl groaned. It was sensual, needy, and took me completely off guard. I was frozen as Thea arched into my hand, guiding it toward the small, unassuming nub of her breast.

Again I stood at the threshold, face to face with the ultimate taboo.

Incest.

Pedophilia.

Taking a child’s trust in my hands and exploiting it for my own ends. Dare I?

Thea was begging for it…

No. She couldn’t know what she was doing. She was a child, only aware of the sensation coursing through her young body, unaware of the weight of her actions; ignorant of the risk a parent takes when they harbor such feelings.

I said nothing. I did nothing. Her barely-there breast seemed to grope itself, pressing into my hand.

My breath grew short; my heart was beating to the point of explosion. I could feel my child’s heart beating too, somehow steady in the realm of the forbidden.

What to do?

“Mommy?” she whispered.

I gulped. “Yes, baby?”

Thea took my wrist in her tiny hands and guided it downward, downward, towards the place that burned between her legs. My mouth dropped as contact was made and held. My gosh, I didn’t know little girls could get so wet!

Despite her exhaustion, Thea’s smile was brighter than I’d ever seen it before. She wanted this, without question, and I shivered as she clasped her thighs around my fingers.

I twitched by reflex, stroking her slit without thinking. God, the sound of her whimpering, lost in delight! How could I refuse her?

“Thea…” I said, my voice shaking.

She pulled closer, her sparkling green eyes locked on mine. “I know it’s naughty, Mommy… but I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Maybe she did understand. But she couldn’t, could she?

Thea answered that question with a kiss, more fiery and passionate than any I’d experienced before. Her lips parted wide, her sweet little tongue rolled around mine.

It would have taken some kind of super woman to hold back the tide of lust. Nine-year-old Thea proved a greater temptation than reason, and I surrendered completely.

I pushed her to the mattress. She landed with a giggle, flashing the dampness of her panties at me.

There must have been a hunger in my eyes, because Thea didn’t question my intent, not for a second.

I pounced like an animal, pressing between the bow of my daughter’s thin legs, thirsty for her sex, for her soft skin, for her lover’s kiss, for her everything. How had I resisted this angel for so long? How much did I risk, just for this moment? Now that I’d tasted her passion, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

And neither would Thea. Every caress, every kiss, had her begging for more. She clung to my neck for dear life, as though she would suffocate without my love.

Our clothes vanished in a whirlwind. No more nightie, no more panties, no more camis and yoga pants. Just a woman and a girl, naked in body and soul. If ever there was a perfect moment between mother and child, it was that.

How long had my hunger for Thea been mounting? Months, at least, despite my every attempt to deflect that need with masturbation. That lust broke into the open right then and there, sweeping romance aside. We’d waited too long for this, and now it was happening.

I clasped the back of Thea’s knees and splayed her legs wide, making room to dive into her baby cunt. Her sex was perfect — smooth, hairless, and without blemish; just soft enough with muscles developing under a trace of baby fat.

“Please, Mommy!” I heard her beg.

As though I needed encouragement! Her taste was as sweet as sugar; sweeter than my own, the only flavor of pussy I knew. My tongue lashed between tight, virginal labia, searching for her honey pot with a fervor I’d never known.

To think that I was capable of this. Sex with a child, lovemaking better than any I’d experienced before.

No, not just any child — Thea. My daughter. The love of my life, now and forever.

My tongue ran along her opening, moving the length of her slit. Thea giggled and squealed, having the time of her life! And then I’d discover a new corner, a new technique, prompting her to shiver in ecstasy.

She clasped her legs and thrust her mound toward me, as if asking me to swallow her whole.

With gentle, deliberate licks I soon discovered a tiny bump — her underdeveloped clitoris, barely protruding from its fold. Yet for such a small thing, it stirred up a massive surge of pleasure, pushing my little girl higher on the tidal wave to her climax.

What a delight it was to see Thea that way, to know that I was showing her how beautiful, how perfect sex could be. Few parents ever had such an active hand in the sex lives of their children, and after making love to Thea, I was convinced more than ever that a mother’s touch was required to set the standard.

Thea’s breath stilled. She was close. So close!

I didn’t let up for a second. She would experience her first orgasm if it was the last thing I ever did, and it would be spectacular.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “I… I hafta wee!”

I raised my lips from her cunt to say, “Just let it go, sweetheart.”

And she did, in wave after wave, lost in euphoria, a clear stream of liquid squirting from between her thighs.

There is some argument as to whether or not female ejaculate is the same as urine, but I didn’t much care. I was so thirsty for my child that I swallowed all I could, and sucked at her slit for more. Her sweet, tangy taste delighted me.

Bleary and spent, my darling girl reached out to cling to me. I drew her into my arms. My own pleasure could wait awhile until she settled. I had a maternal duty to tend to.

Perhaps Thea could be convinced to return the favor, but next time. The two of us had broken more than enough boundaries for one night, and my child needed rest.

Thea nestled against me, still shivering from the pleasure she’d received. Her head found a home between my collar bone and neck. Her hot breath tickled, and assured me that she’d never been so alive.

“I love you, Mommy,” she murmured.

With a gentle finger I traced circles on her back. “And I love you, cupcake. Now and always.”

I planted a kiss on her forehead, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. It was an adult kiss; gentle, but still loaded with desire.

She pulled away and beamed, nibbling at her lower lip as only a child with a secret can.

“Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we fuck again? Lots and lots?”

I narrowed my gaze, more curious than anything. “Where did you learn that word, little miss?”

“Some kids at school told me about it,” she said.

“Uh-huh. And I suppose you had to try it out for yourself.”

She smiled. “Yeah!”

What a beautiful child. I leaned down and kissed her again. “We can fuck as many times as you like, Thea. So long as we keep it a secret between us, okay?”

She nodded obediently. I could see that she understood.

I continued to cuddle my little girl, losing myself in the love that shone in her eyes. I knew that the pleasure we’d just shared was just as important to her as it was to me, and I was glad about that. Maybe I wasn’t a selfish parent after all.

“Mommy?” she asked again. “When I grow up, can we get married?”

My heart skipped. What a beautiful thing for my child to want!

“Girls can get married to other girls,” she added, “and there’s no girl I love more than you, Mommy.”

Between my daughter and my husband, I knew who I truly wanted.

“Of course, my darling,” I whispered. “I’d love nothing more.”

***

A lot had changed in the last two years; more than simply becoming a lover to my pre-adolescent daughter.

Thea’s father and I divorced not long after that first steamy night. Though he could never know what had changed between us, he knew it to be profound. It was better that way. He and Thea had never quite bonded, and he didn’t want to be a parent — not really.

He left with little protest. Perhaps he thought I was a lesbian. I don’t know if that’s true, but my preferences were swinging decidedly one way — only not just to females, but to little girls whose bodies were still budding. So innocent, sweet, and thirsty below the surface.

Now ten years old, Thea was a fiend for sex. After her first period she became ravenous, grinding against every surface, searching for random objects to thrust into her cunt every time my fingers weren’t available. Like mother, like daughter.

She was unashamed of desire, not like other girls her age. The swell of her nipples opened a new world of excitement, where the aches of growth were quelled by my swirling tongue. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she got off on the cocktail of pain and pleasure.

Thea doesn’t breastfeed anymore. Sometimes I miss that connection, wishing I could express milk as she played with my breasts. Now her lips envelop me with lust, not for closeness.

Sometimes it’s strange to see my little girl working her way toward being a wanton slut. I don’t say that to degrade her. Every girl should take charge of her sexuality, and Thea owned hers with a fervor I could only dream of at her age.

Our relationship wasn’t exclusive. Though she’d sworn never to share our secrets outside the bedroom, that didn’t stop her from drawing other girls into hers.

How many times had I stood outside Thea’s door, listening to the stifled moans of another virginal tween? She must have birthed at least a dozen little dykes, fingering and licking their sticky slits like nobody else could.

Still, a piece of my heart broke each time, knowing that she loved other girls as well. Thea was my one and only, and I, her mother, was just one of many.

I tried dating other women. Many younger than I was, barely adults themselves. Nothing ever took.

Only Thea would do.

Yet in spite of my pining, I eavesdropped on every encounter, dreaming of every touch, while fingering myself outside her door. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as I circled my clit. Just the sound of my little girl fucking inspired juices to run down my legs and thighs, leaving me a sticky mess.

On most nights we slept together. Thea never protested about bedtime, so long as I was there to lie with her. We’d abandoned the need to dress ourselves, and nothing is better than the feel of skin against skin.

She curled into me, back pressed against my breasts. Despite her growth, she still fit the shape of my body as though born for it.

I reached around her, resting my hand in the dip above her hip bone, then began to trace lines with a finger — along her collarbone, under the budding of her chest, down the small curve of her belly, and through the fine hairs sprouting between her legs.

Thea gripped my hand reflexively between her thighs, but fought to pry them apart. Her battle was in no way aided by the soft bites I applied to her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, her cheek.

God, the taste of her! So smooth, so soft, so sweet. And I was intoxicated by the smell of berry shampoo that she loved.

Once again I asked myself: How does a mother get to be so lucky?

“Mom,” she moaned, pressing her hips down against my fingers. Nobody had ever wanted anything as much as my girl wanted me.

“Yes, my darling?”

She whimpered as I ran the tip of my finger between her labia, then betrayed a wanting gasp. I could practically hear her eyes rolling back.

“Mom…”

“Use your words, princess,” I told her. “Tell me what you need.”

Thea scrambled through the haze of arousal to find them. “I… I need you, Mom… I need you inside me.”

A wry smile twisted my lips. “What’s the magic word?”

Please, Mom!” she cried. “Fuck my pussy with your fingers! Please!”

How can anyone refuse such a heartfelt request? I did as she asked, and slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. Once she’d been incredibly tight down there, but daily practice had made entering her all too easy.

Thea bucked back and forth against me, throwing one leg over mine for easier access, giving me room to plunge into her. My fingers curled, running along the heat of her inner wall, stroking that tender spot that launches every woman to Cloud Nine.

At Thea’s age it must have been even more sensitive, as she could not go a day without me touching her there.

My little girl rolled onto her back so she could face me, reaching to grab a handful of my hair. She peered up with clear green eyes that shone between gasps. I could see the rapture growing inside her, mounting toward its peak.

That look was my world. I lost myself in those soulful eyes as my Thea begged and pleaded for something that only I could give her. Who needed other girls when Mommy loved you the most?

My daughter’s vagina tightened around my fingers. She was close.

The moment Thea’s orgasm tipped over the edge I claimed her mouth with mine, sparring with her tongue, swallowing her moans with a fiery kiss. She couldn’t be any more beautiful if she tried.

This girl, not yet a young woman, was my everything. There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for her, if only she asked.

Thea collapsed into my arms and I drew her close. She was the perfect little spoon, and I was all too happy to nestle with her. At least from the front she couldn’t feel the sudden rush of cold in my veins, or see the tears pricking my eyes.

“I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

I kissed the back of her neck. “And I love you. So, so much.”

It would be a moment before she recovered enough to give me the same attention, when she would plunge between my legs and give Mommy an orgasm of her own. So we just held each other, and I tried not to think about tomorrow.

Thea shifted about in my arms. “Is everything all right?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’m just thinking is all.”

I brushed a curly black lock behind her ear and gave it a loving nip. “About what, my darling?”

Thea hesitated, and gripped the arm I’d wrapped around her with both hands.

“I don’t wanna fuck other girls anymore,” she said.

My heart stopped. What could this mean? Was it over between us? I couldn’t let my feelings get the better of me, not when my daughter needed support. Maternal instinct took over where desire would overwhelm.

“Why’s that, my love?” I said, fighting to strip the panic from my voice.

“Because,” she said.

Thea turned in the bed so we were facing each other. Even in the dark the girl’s eyes shone like emeralds, bright as bright could be. I wanted to kiss her soft little smile, but knew I had to wait.

“There’s only one woman I want to be with,” she said, never once looking away.

I was speechless. For the first time in however long I didn’t see the brave, confident lover I’d welcomed into my bed, but a little girl who couldn’t know what she was saying. Even if it was a dream come true, I couldn’t allow feelings to crush my reason.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I forced a smile. I stroked Thea’s cheeks and leaned in to kiss her brow.

“There’ll be others,” I said. “You’ll grow up and find a girlfriend your own age, or a boyfriend.” The words were like a knife to the gut, but what kind of parent would I be if I didn’t say them?

Thea reeled. “Boyfriend? Seriously, Mom, don’t be gross.”

I laughed weakly. Of course. I should have known better.

She leaned closer and pressed her brow against mine. We rubbed noses, just like the Inuits — like I used to do with her when she was a toddler.

“I’ll love you forever, Mommy,” she said. It’d been years since she called me that. “I’ve always wanted to marry you, ever since I was little.”

She couldn’t mean that. She couldn’t!

Thea rolled to the other side of the bed and pulled a small velvet box from the drawer. My eyes grew wide. She couldn’t know about that, could she? I’d bought it in a moment of weakness, but I never was able to…

She opened it, revealing the sparkling green stone inside, encased in a silver band. If one were to look closely on the inside of that band, they’d read the words To my dear Thea, who I will love now and forevermore.

“Mom,” she said, blinking through tears of joy in her eyes. “I want to be your wife, more than anything!”

It was a dream come true — my only daughter, wanting to be together like this. I cried and threw myself into her kiss. Then I asked for her hand in marriage.

Of course, she said yes.

The End

Author’s note: Mindy Max is a romantic pervert with a special love for a certain kind of motherhood. She’s open to requests, though only a rare few may take her fancy. She writes for the love of writing and celebrates the chance to share naughty words with you all.

 

The Notebook, Chapter 11

  • Posted on August 11, 2021 at 3:06 pm

Note: It’s been a while, but we finally have a new chapter of “The Notebook,” the continuing daughter/stepmother saga from site friend Ebo. If you’re new to this story, do yourself a solid and read the first ten chapters. If you’ve followed the tale, please consult the Chapter Links to recap.

by Ebo

Dana woke up and reached for Penny, only to find empty air. Still half asleep, she wondered why her stepmother wasn’t in bed next to her. As the last cobwebs of sleep fell away, she remembered Penny hadn’t slept here last night. Or, the night before.

These last couple of nights, Dana has tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep easily. She has gotten used to having Penny’s warm body in bed with her. Alone in her bed now that her father was in town, Dana felt out of sorts without her.

Pulling her spare pillow to her nose, Dana inhaled the faint scent of her stepmother’s shampoo that still lingered. Smiling, she thought, Penny always smells good.

The scent of the woman only made Dana miss her more. It’s only been four days, and it already seemed like forever since she has lain in the woman’s arms. Dana had known she was smitten with Penny, but just how much she discovered when her dad got off the plane. Penny was like a drug, and Dana was feeling the withdrawal symptoms bad.

Sighing, Dana pushed the pillow away and reminded herself, Dad will be back in Tokyo in a couple of days. Things will be back to normal then.

Dana shook her head, thinking what felt ‘normal’ now was anything but normal. Still, she couldn’t deny that sharing a bed with Penny has become a routine in the months since her dad first went to Tokyo. Her dad being in town was like a rock in the flow of the life she and Penny have been living in his absence.

She felt a twist of guilt, realizing she wanted her father to hurry up and go back to Japan. She felt another when she thought about the reason why. Dana wanted Penny to herself again. Guilt gave way to a bit of jealousy because her dad got to wake up next to Penny instead of her.

“God,” Dana thought, throwing off the covers, “I’m a mess.”

Slipping into her robe, she padded to her dresser and opened her unmentionables drawer. She had only intended to grab some clean underwear before taking a shower, but she started thinking about the vibrator she had stashed under her bras and panties. Biting her lip, she wondered if the shower would be loud enough to cover the buzzing of the toy.

If I keep it on low, it should be, Dana thought, digging it out of its hiding spot. She put it in the pocket of her robe, then closed the drawer.

In the bathroom, she stripped out of her robe and started the shower going. Fishing the vibrator out of her robe, she turned the knob to low. The rush of water completely swallowed any noise the toy was making, so she cranked it up another setting. Still, it wasn’t loud enough to draw attention. On its medium speed, the vibrator was more than enough for Dana.

“Perfect,” she said out loud. She turned it off, setting it on the lip of the bathtub.

Stepping under the spray, she sighed. The hot water felt amazing as it pelted her young body. She stood underneath it a moment, letting it wash away the last of a restless night. Fully awake and her nerve endings alive, Dana reached for the vibrator.

She didn’t have a lot of time for foreplay, but, luckily at her age, she didn’t need much to get in the mood. Just doing this while her dad was home was enough. A little bit of risk could be exciting, especially for Dana. This was something she had learned about herself recently, and she shivered thinking about Forest Overlook.

Biting her lip to keep quiet, Dana turned the knob on the toy up halfway and pressed it against her bud. The vibrations were intense, spreading through her body like a wildfire in a flush of excitement. She bit down harder as the first moan tried to escape her. She managed to muffle it, if not completely contain it.

She had been worried about the noise the vibrator made, but not the ones she was making. With her dad out of the house, she hadn’t had to keep quiet lately. Now, she was struggling with her excitement. Those little sounds of enjoyment were hard to wrangle in, kept wanting to escape. It took all the concentration she could muster- which wasn’t much with the toy distracting her- to keep them as low as possible.

There was a little radio on the back of the toilet, and she kicked herself for not thinking to turn it on. Too late to do it now, she would just have to hope the shower would make enough noise to cover up the ones she was making.

It didn’t use to be this hard. I used to masturbate all the time when Dad was home, Dana thought, then with a little smile, but I am out of practice. I haven’t needed to do it myself in a while.

That led to thoughts of Penny, and Dana wished her stepmother was here now. They had done it in the shower more than a couple of times, and the memory of Penny all wet and soapy was enough to kick her already racing pulse up a few notches. They had taken turns with the soap, washing each other. As far as foreplay went, it was both exciting and hygienic at the same time.

Just good, clean fun, Dana thought, smiling at the joke. That was what Penny had called it as they toweled off afterward. Some of the things they did in the shower, Dana thought she could argue the ‘clean’ part. There was no denying it was fun, though.

Dana pushed Penny from her mind. Daydreaming about her stepmother’s lovely body only made her miss the woman more. She didn’t see the point in torturing herself.

Closing her eyes, she let the plot of her new story play out in her head. She was already seven pages into writing it, having spent a lot of yesterday with her kitten notebook on her knees. Without Penny to distract her, she was finally getting some work done. It was long overdue. Some of her readers were beginning to wonder about her well-being. She was touched by their concern and a bit ashamed about leaving them without a new story for so long. Even when her father left for work, again, she intended to put more effort into writing.

The vibrator made it impossible to focus on the small details of the story, so she focused on the broad strokes of the storyline. More specifically, she started working on the naughty bits she hasn’t made it to in the story yet. As usual, she tried to keep the sex in her story as realistic as possible. Girls in middle school didn’t have a bunch of sex toys or a proclivity toward the kinkier sex acts, so she was somewhat limited to what her characters did on the page.

Well, most middle school-aged girls don’t have a bunch of sex toys, Dana thought, grinning, They just aren’t lucky enough to have a kinky stepmother.

On the spectrum of experience, Dana figured she was way ahead on the curve. Sex was starting to be a regular topic at school, usually talked about in hushed tones with a lot of giggling. Through half-heard conversations, Dana knew some of her classmates had dabbled some, mostly first and second base stuff, with the occasional adventuresome hand job thrown in for good measures. Since that first time with Penny, Dana had been all the way around the bases multiple times… Sometimes multiple times in one day.

Dana tried to avoid joining in these conversations because she thought she had a bit too much information to share. She didn’t want anyone wondering why she knew so much about sex.

God, the things I could tell them, Dana thought, amused at the mental image of a gaggle of girls staring at her wide-eyed as she told them about all the joys of sex.

Dana let the vibrator slip lower, eased it inside of her. She could feel the vibrations all through her body, and her knees got a little weak as she pressed the toy against that magic spot deep inside. The waves of pleasure that rocked her were almost too much to bear. Her free hand went to her mouth as an unrestrained cry escaped her slack mouth. She tried to hold them all in, but even her hand couldn’t completely muffle the sounds she was making.

She focused on the lovely sensations washing through her young body, trying to finish before her cries got away from her entirely. The vibrator was hitting just the right spot, and she didn’t think that would be a problem. Her fingers dug into her cheek as she started to come. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold all of her excitement in, and Dana could only hope she did enough as the orgasm shook her. The vibrator had her jerking like it was a live wire, and she pulled it out in a hurry. She could still feel it, even after it was gone, her hips still moving like it was still inside of her.

It took her a moment to regain some sort of composure, the delicious pleasure coursing through her short-circuiting her brain. Eventually, she realized the vibrator was still buzzing in her hand, and she was just swaying on unsteady legs under the shower. With a sheepish grin, she twisted the knob, turning it off. She set it on the edge of the tub and reached for her body wash.

Not sure how long she had been in the shower already, she figured she should hurry. The last thing she needed was for her father to wonder why she was taking so long. The actual washing only took her five minutes, and then she was cranking the water off and reaching for her towel.

Dried off, she reached into her robe pocket and quickly realized she had forgotten to bring panties. Distracted by the vibrator, she had completely missed the whole reason she had opened the drawer in the first place. She laughed at herself as she slipped into her robe. She made sure to tie it a little tighter.

Clearing the steamy mirror, she did her hair and makeup. She didn’t need a lot of help in either department, so it didn’t take her long to finish this part of her morning routine.

Back in her bedroom, she let the robe drop and went to her dresser for panties and a bra. She buried the vibrator deep, disturbing the layer of panties on top. She smiled when she saw some of the lingerie Penny had bought for her to wear mixed in with some of the more age-appropriate underwear. With her dad out of town, she had opted for convenience instead of hiding it. She needed it enough to warrant the risk.

She ran her fingers over some of the silk and lace variety but pulled some cotton panties out to wear to school instead. She might have worn some of the more risque lingerie just for the thrill of if she didn’t have gym class third period. The girls in the locker room might have questions if they saw her in any of the naughty things Penny had bought for her. She laughed at the mental image of their eyes wide and jaws on the floor.

We switched out classes next month, she thought, her heart beating a little faster, no more gym class.

The thought of wearing sexy lingerie to school sent a naughty shiver up her spine. It probably wouldn’t show under her clothes, but she’d know. That little bit of danger would definitely spice up an otherwise dull school day. And if she wore a skirt…

Another shiver worked up her spine. Chewing on her lip, she wondered if she was brave enough to do it, to wear stockings and one of her matching thong and bra sets with a skirt to school. She knew it would be a bad idea, that it would be a distraction from her studies. It would be hard to concentrate when she was worried if the lacy top of her nylons were peaking from the bottom of her skirt.

She was still chewing on the idea as she picked out the rest of her clothes for the day. With a dusting of snow still on the ground, she decided on some boots, jeans, and a sweater. She’d need her coat, too.

As ready as she was going to get for a day at school, she headed downstairs for some breakfast. She found Penny sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. Dana didn’t see her dad anywhere, even when she poked her head into the laundry nook, then the living room, again.

“What are you looking for?” Penny asked.

Noticing Penny giving her a funny look, Dana said, “Dad.”

“He had to run into the office for a minute,” Penny said.

“Oh?” Dana said, perking up.

Laughing, Penny said, “He said he was only going to be twenty minutes… fifteen minutes ago.”

“Damn,” Dana said.

“Language,” Penny said, but she was smiling. She took Dana’s hand and pulled her onto her lap for a kiss before saying, “you have school, anyway.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dana said, sighing.

“Besides, your dad is going back to Tokyo Sunday,” Penny said.

“It’s a good thing, too… I’ve almost killed the batteries in my vibrator,” Dana said, playfully.

Snorting in surprise, Penny said, “We have more if you need them.”

“I might,” Dana said, kissing her again, “going to need some fresh ones for Sunday, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, her voice husky with excitement, “now, get out of here and give me a minute to compose myself.”

Laughing, Dana got off her stepmother’s lap and went to the cupboard to grab a package of Pop-Tarts, then the fridge for a bottle of orange juice. Her breakfast in hand, she leaned against the sink and opened the foil wrapper on the breakfast pastry.

“Do you want your old laptop back?” Dana asked, taking a bite.

“That’s okay,” Penny said, then laughed, “it should have been retired a long time ago. In fact, it was before you needed it.”

“My old laptop is going to be my new hideaway,” Dana said.

“Just be sure to do a factory reset on it- the snooper program is still installed,” Penny said.

“I already did,” Dana said, laughing when Penny gave her a look, “what?”

“You already did?” her stepmother asked.

Shrugging, Dana said, “The internet said it was the only way to get rid of unwanted programs.”

“Did it, now?” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Making the Mom in you nervous?” Dana teased.

“A little,” Penny said, but she was smiling, “you are a bit more clever than you used to be.”

“Getting caught once will do that to you,” Dana said, remembering the awkward conversation with Penny when the woman found out what sort of websites she had been frequenting. That particular exchange had ended pretty amazingly, but she didn’t want to try her luck again.

Laughing, Penny said, “I guess it would. Just a heads up, I’m installing the program on your new laptop. The one your dad bought you.”

“You think Dad is feeling guilty about being away?” Dana asked, smiling playfully, “he bought you and me new laptops… Nice ones, too.”

“Bought himself one, too,” Penny said, then snorted, “I think he just noticed the raise money in the bank account.”

“Are we rich?”

“No,” Penny said, laughing, “but, as Daffy Duck would say, we are comfortably well off.”

“So now would be a good time to ask for a raise in my allowance?”

“Your dad already bumped it up,” Penny said.

“Really?” Dana said, surprised, “Are you sure Dad isn’t feeling guilty?”

“Maybe a little,” Penny admitted.

“He comes home when he can,” Dana said, opening her orange juice.

He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, a few weekends in between. He has been racking up the frequent flier points, traveling from Tokyo back to the States. Add to that a bunch of phone calls and Face Time and Dana didn’t think he had a reason to feel guilty. He was trying to put in an appearance.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Penny said, “Maybe you could say something…”

“Let him off the hook?” Dana teased.

“Something like that,” Penny laughed.

***

“… I know I said Sunday, but…. something’s come up.”

Dana paused with one sleeve in her coat, her eyes going to the kitchen. Her dad had come home while she was in her bedroom getting her backpack. She had heard his voice when she came downstairs, so she had known he was back from the office. She had intended to put it on her coat, then tell him goodbye before heading to the bus stop, but something in his voice caught her attention before she could finish putting it on.

“Is everything… okay?” Penny asked, concern clear in her voice.

Dana’s frown deepened because Penny seemed to be picking up the same tone she was. She might have written it off if her stepmother hadn’t heard it, too. Penny was sharp as a tack and could read her father like an open book. Dana trusted Penny’s instincts implicitly in such matters. If she thought something was wrong, then Dana knew she should be concerned, too.

Moving closer to the kitchen, she listened intently.

“Yeah, of course,” her father said, a little too quickly.

“It’s just… you seem a little… harried,” Penny said.

“I know,” he said, sighing, “I just have to get back to Tokyo. Tonight, if possible.”

“Why the rush?” Penny asked, which was the question Dana wanted to know, too.

When he arrived in town on Monday, her father had said he was staying for a week because things were finally settling into place in Tokyo. At dinner that first evening, he had told them about the company and his work overseas. Dana had tried to follow along, but his story was pretty dry and full of technical jargon she didn’t completely understand. Mostly, what she had gotten from the conversation was things were going according to plan.

Now, her dad was talking about having to hurry back to Japan a full two days early. He had been in good spirits all week but sounded out of sorts now. What had happened at the office to spur this sudden change of plans? And why did he sound so harried, like Penny had said? Dana thought it was the perfect word for the rushed tone in his voice. Harried. Stressed out and put upon.

“Just some accounting stuff I need to take care of,” he said dismissively.

“You can’t walk someone through it over the phone?” Penny asked.

Another good question. Her dad had done just that a few times since they picked him up at the airport, his laptop on his knees and his cell phone on speaker. Why not this time?

“I-I need to do it in person,” he said, sounding a little perturbed by the continued questioning, “could you pack my stuff while I book a flight?”

“Um, sure,” Penny said, sounding reluctant to let the conversation go.

“Thanks, Hon.”

Her dad hurried out of the kitchen, didn’t seem to notice Dana standing by the couch as he almost ran up the stairs. Penny followed close behind him, the kitchen phone in her hand. She stood in the archway, frowning after her husband. After a moment, her stepmother did notice her, coming up short when she saw the look on Dana’s face. It only took a second for Penny to realize that Dana had overheard the exchange in the kitchen.

“Why is Dad going back to Tokyo?” Dana asked.

“He’s… He’s got something he needs to take care of,” Penny said, putting on a smile that didn’t quite reach her troubled eyes.

“Did he say what it was?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s important,” Penny said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You need to get to the bus stop.”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said, hesitating. She didn’t like leaving like this, not knowing what was bothering her father, but Penny was right. Her bus would be at her stop at any minute.

Sensing Dana’s distress, Penny said, “I’ll text you if I figure out what’s up with your dad.”

“Okay,” Dana said, nodding. At least she could check her phone between classes, wouldn’t have to worry all day without knowing what was going on with her dad.

As she walked to the small group of kids waiting on the bus, Dana wondered what could be so important that her dad had to rush back to Tokyo. It probably wasn’t good news, judging by her dad’s state of mind when he got back from the office. Dana realized she didn’t know enough about what her dad was doing in Japan to hazard a guess of what it could be. A little sheepishly, she thought, I really don’t even know what Dad does for a living.

Like the first rays of sunshine peeking through the gloom of early morning, a thought came to Dana as she waited for the bus. Her dad was leaving, going back to Tokyo today. She’d finally have Penny to herself again. She felt a stab of guilt as some of her concern gave way to excitement, but she couldn’t help it.

With an embarrassed smile, Dana realized how bad she had it for her stepmother. It wasn’t just the sex, although it was amazing. She was in love with Penny, hopelessly head over heels in love. Desire had turned to infatuation to genuine feelings for the woman. Some might argue what would a thirteen-year-old girl know about love, but Dana knew how she felt about Penny.

“I love Penny,” Dana whispered, her words swallowed by the din of talking kids. Still, she had put it out in the universe.

Her smile widened some as she thought that Penny was feeling it, too. She knew Penny loved her like a daughter, but Dana thought that affection has changed since Penny found her fuzzy kitten notebook. The maternal instincts were still there but had evolved into something more. The line between stepmother and partner was blurred, but all Dana needed to know was that Penny loved her as both.

Dana wondered how Penny would react if she told her that she loved her. She told Penny she loved her all the time, true, but that she loved her, loved her this time. The difference was both small and gigantic at the same time, Dana thought. Would Penny say it back if she took the time to make the distinction? Would she mean it the same way Dana did?

Chewing on her lip, Dana wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell her stepmother how deep her feelings ran. God, she wanted to but was afraid that Penny didn’t feel the same. She didn’t think her heart could take it if she had misread the depth of Penny’s affection.

Maybe on Valentine’s Day, Dana thought, still worrying at her lower lip, buy her some flowers and tell her how much I love her.

The romantic in her loved the idea, even if it scared her to death. The rest of the ride to school, she found herself making plans. Scared or not, she realized she intended to tell Penny how she felt, come what may February fourteenth.

***

“Hi.”

Her lips still tingling from the kiss Penny had given her as soon as she walked through the door, Dana husked, “Hi. I take it Dad managed to get a flight.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, helping Dana out of her backpack.

“Did he ever tell you why he had to go?” Dana asked.

“Not really,” Penny said, unzipping Dana’s coat, “just that he had to fix something in person.”

“Why in person?” Dana asked.

Sighing, Penny said, “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Huh,” Dana said, remembering how her dad had sidestepped Penny’s questions this morning. She guessed Penny didn’t get any more information from him after she left for school.

“He said he’d call tomorrow since it would be late tonight when he gets in,” Penny said, helping Dana the rest of the way out of her coat, “maybe he’ll be more talkative, then.”

“He was acting kind of weird, right?” Dana said.

“Yeah,” Penny said, frowning, “on edge.”

“Was he like that before he went into the office?” Dana asked.

“No,” Penny said, shaking her head, “he was in a good mood, talking about what he had planned for the day.”

“Something must have happened at the office,” Dana said.

“Seems that way.”

“What do you think it could be?” Dana said.

“I have no idea,” Penny said, shrugging, “and there’s no point speculating on it tonight. Go get cleaned up. We are going out to dinner.”

“We are?”

Smiling at her, Penny said, “It is date night, isn’t it?”

“You want to go out tonight?” Dana asked, a little surprised.

“Honestly,” Penny said, sighing, “the last thing I want to do is sit around the house worrying and wait for your dad to call tomorrow. Besides, I haven’t gotten to see you in your new dress yet.”

“Okay,” Dana said, thinking Penny was right about needing a distraction, and date night fit that bill perfectly.

When Penny had first suggested they have a date night every Friday while her father was out of town, Dana hadn’t been sure she was serious, but she had been. They had been out on a dozen dates or so already. More if they counted just going out to dinner, but Dana only thought of the ones where they dressed up and had to go to the next town over to avoid questions from their neighbors as ‘dates’.

As a result of those dates, Dana had six dresses tucked into the back of her closet that would have sent her dad’s blood pressure through the roof if he knew she wore them in public. Smiling, she thought the dresses were the reason they couldn’t just go to a restaurant here in town. They were a little too short or a little too clingy for a girl her age. Penny didn’t want to have to explain to the other mothers why she let Dana out of the house dressed like that. Especially since it was Penny who bought the first one for her.

The other five, she had picked out herself. In the spirit of the little black dress Penny had bought, these dresses were a bit more adventuresome than a middle school girl should wear, and shopping for them had given her a thrill.

That included the one Penny wanted Dana to wear for her tonight. Delayed in transit, the dress had arrived the day after her dad had arrived in town instead of the Thursday before. She had found it stuffed under her pillow- where Penny had hidden it after finding the package on the doorstep- when she got home from school. She and Penny had shared a laugh when her father wasn’t around, Penny mimicking wiping a nervous sweat from her brow.

Dana had figured it would next Friday before she got the chance to wear it. It looked like it would be tonight instead. She gave Penny one more lingering kiss before slipping out of her arms to run upstairs to get ready.

She went straight to her closet, moving her day-to-day clothes aside so she could pull her new date night dress off the rack. She smiled at the white off-the-shoulder dress as she laid it out on her bed. It was short and tight and definitely not meant for a middle schooler, but it still fit her like a dream because it was imported from China.

“God bless the Chinese tailors,” Dana said, still looking at the dress.

Remembering the shoes she had bought to go with it, she retrieved them from the darkest corner of her closet. More so than the dress, she thought they would have made her dad stroke out if he saw them. With five-inch heels, they were the most daring shoes she owned.

Wearing the shoes and dress, she was sure to get some disapproving looks. Well, not her but Penny. Grinning, she thought, which is why we have to leave town — so I can wear them. Penny is okay with being judged by strangers, but not the people she knew.

Personally, Dana didn’t care what they thought. She wore the dresses for Penny, for the look her stepmother got in her eye when she saw her in one of them. Well, that and they made her feel a bit more grown-up than she was.

She went to her dresser, opened her unmentionables drawer. Moving the cotton panties aside, she found a lacy thong and strapless bralette. While she couldn’t wear these to school, she could definitely wear them for date night. Just a little surprise for Penny. Thinking about the chill in the winter air, she added a garter belt and some stockings.

With her clothes laid out, she headed to the bathroom. She quickly shaved her legs, then took a shower. She was humming to herself happily as she stood under the hot water. As rough as the morning had started, this evening was looking up. Dinner with Penny, then back here to presumably fool around. She had a lot to be happy about.

I get to give my poor vibrator the night off, Dana thought.

While playing with her toys- especially with Penny- was fun, but she was craving something more… personal. She wanted to run her hands over Penny’s lovely body, to feel her come under her fingertips. She wanted to press her lips to Penny’s soft skin, to taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She wanted to feel Penny’s body as it moved against hers, the roll of her hips and the delicious pressure on her bud.

Feeling a flush of heat spread across her body that had nothing to do with the hot water, Dana had to laugh. She was getting herself all worked up, just thinking about what would happen later. If she let her thoughts continue down this road, she’d be a horny mess before they even made it to the appetizer course. With a two-hour round trip and a dinner to sit through, she decided she better steer her thoughts down less carnal paths.

They didn’t wander too far, though. Penny was still in them as she thought about Valentine’s Day a few weeks away. All day at school, she had distracted herself with thoughts of telling Penny that she was in love with her. She found herself doing it, again, as she finished her shower.

At this point, she was out of new ideas of how she’d do it and was just recycling her favorites. As a young girl with a vivid imagination and a writer to boot, she had an almost bottomless fount of ideas, but she had finally run it dry on the bus ride home. She had entertained a whole range of options from a romantic dinner to a note asking Penny to be her girlfriend, check yes or no.

She still didn’t know which one she liked the best by the time she was shutting off the water and drying off. With the towel wrapped around her naked body, she cleared the steam from the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, said, “I love Penny.”

She wasn’t telling the girl in the mirror anything she didn’t already know. Smiling, she saw a little corner of the mirror that was still steamed up and made a little heart with hers and Penny’s initials in it. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about leaving it for Penny to see if the woman needed to freshen up before leaving for their date. They shared this bathroom, so it was very possible.

It was another way she could let Penny know her feelings for her had changed, one she hadn’t considered before. Not much in the way of fanfare, but it would get the conversation started. She looked at the heart a long time, so long that a single bead of condensation formed at the bottom point of it and ran down the glass and onto the frame of the mirror.

Finally, she reached out and wiped the evidence of her deepening love for Penny from existence, said out loud, “Not like this. It has to be special.”

Her thoughts were back on Valentine’s Day as she did her hair and makeup. Distracted, it took her a little longer than usual to get ready. Well, that and the fact she always put more effort into it when she was going out with Penny. Most days, she did the bare minimum, but not on date night.

With her makeup done and her hair up, she looked older. Maybe not old enough to be on the arm of a woman Penny’s age, but just maybe old enough to be wearing the dress and heels she had laid out. She didn’t get as many sideways glances as she probably should all dolled up like this and definitely not as many sad shakes of their heads.

If they only knew I was thirteen, Dana thought, breaking out in a smile, and what I intend to wear under the dress… For shame.

With her dad out of town again, she left her towel in the bathroom and walked to her bedroom naked. Amused, she thought there was a lot less laundry when he was away because she and Penny spent a lot of the time naked. This is why the front door was always locked and the curtains drawn. Even doing chores and eating dinner, doing homework and paying the bill, clothing was optional and often opted out of once the need to leave the house was satisfied. Walking around the house naked was fun and, more often than not, foreplay.

Then again, everything seemed to end up being foreplay for them.

In her bedroom, Dana slipped into the lingerie, then her dress and shoes. With a quick look in the mirror, she hurried downstairs. Much more practiced in shoes like this, she wasn’t in much danger of turning an ankle, even with heels as tall as these. Dana took pride in the fact that she was getting pretty good at walking in them.

She found Penny at the kitchen counter, tapping away at her phone. Penny didn’t hear Dana come down the stairs, so Dana had a moment to admire her stepmother without her knowing. Wearing a snug red dress that left a lot of her lovely legs bare, Penny looked amazing.

Dana wasn’t surprised Penny looked amazing- the woman would look amazing wearing a potato sack. At least, that was Dana’s opinion. She doubted many people would contest that opinion, though. Penny was beautiful and leggy and was wearing the hell out of her dress.

Maybe her eyes were a little too heavy, or Penny finished what she was doing on her phone, because she suddenly glanced over her shoulder at Dana. Straightening up, she turned and leaned against the island. Her eyes roamed over Dana in her dress, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And that’s why I wear stuff like this, Dana thought, loving that smile, that look right there.

“White is a good color for you,” Penny said.

“You think so?” Dana asked, looking down at herself

“You look amazing,” Penny said, the truth of her words reflected in her eyes.

“You, too,” Dana said, smiling at her, “definitely have to leave town, wearing that.”

“I couldn’t get any reservations out of town,” Penny said, putting her phone back in her purse.

Frowning, Dana asked, “So we aren’t going out?”

“I didn’t say that,” Penny said, smiling at her, “we’ll just have to risk it here in town.”

“What will the neighbors say?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I don’t care.”

“Really?” Dana asked, surprised.

Penny crossed the room and pulled Dana into her arms. With a playful smile, she said, “I figure you are almost at that age when you start being rebellious. If they have something to say, I’ll just sigh wearily and say, ‘teenagers…what can you do?’ You’d be surprised how much slack you can get playing the teenager card. Especially if you are a stepmother.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” Dana asked, amused.

“The Dillinger girl is pregnant, and the Allistar boy up the street is in juvie for stealing cars… You are still a straight-A student, even if your shoes are a little too tall and your dress too short for your age… At least you are wearing pantyhose under it, so yeah. I think I’d get a pass.”

“Pantyhose… right,” Dana said, grinning.

Her eyes flashing with interest, Penny said, “Well, pantyhose as far as they know. I take it you are wearing something sexy under this dress?”

“Maybe,” Dana said, kissing her, “you’ll just have to find out later.”

“We could always stay in and get a pizza,” Penny husked.

Laughing, Dana said, “I think we are a little overdressed for pizza.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, grabbing her purse, “let’s go.”

***

“Oh, God.”

Seeing Penny look past her at the entrance to the restaurant, Dana asked, “What is it?”

“Not what,” Penny said, groaning, “who. Teresa Black.”

Snorting, Dana said, “The town gossip.”

It hadn’t been a question, but Penny confirmed it anyway, “The town gossip.”

“You are in for it now,” Dana said, amused.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Penny said.

“Do you have your exasperated sigh ready?” Dana asked, grinning at her, “damn rebellious teenagers.”

“Language,” Penny said, laughing. She was still looking over Dana’s shoulder, said, “She’s talking to the host.”

Looking around, Dana said, “This side of the restaurant is pretty full. Well… except for the table right next to ours.”

“Please… please sit her on the other side of the restaurant,” Penny said, crossing her fingers, “or anywhere but right there.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did your little prayer work?”

“The host is collecting menus and gesturing…” Penny said, holding her breath. She let it out in a nervous laugh as she said, “she’s leading Teresa the other way.”

Dana gave Penny a weighing look, then asked, “I thought you were ready for this.”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “I am… but I’d like to ease into it. Maybe deal with one mother at a time. If Teresa sees you, then that’s right out the window. All of them will know about the scandalous dress I’m letting you wear by the end of her dessert course.”

Playfully, Dana said, “I’d be more worried about the shoes.”

“God, those shoes,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Do you want to try to sneak out of here?” Dana asked.

Penny shook her head, said, “If she sees us, she sees us. Wading in nice and easy would be nice, but a cannonball will work, too.”

“Are you going to yell cannonball if she sees us?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I might.”

“Do you really think my dress is scandalous?” Dana asked, changing the subject.

“Love,” Penny said, leaning closer so she could speak softly, “you have no right to look as sexy as you do right now.”

“No right, huh?” Dana asked, smiling at the compliment.

“You turned a few heads when you walked by in that dress,” Penny said, then laughed, “then had them hanging in shame when they realized they shouldn’t be looking.”

“Hanging their head in shame, huh?” Dana asked, meeting Penny’s eyes as she took a sip of her Coke. She saw Penny had caught the playful tone behind the question.

“You know I think you are irresistible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “and I’m over being ashamed of that.”

“Good,” Dana said, winking at her, “hate to think I wore this dress for nothing.”

“Oh, it definitely isn’t going to be for nothing,” Penny said, looking like she really wanted to kiss Dana. She sat back in her chair before she could do just that. Clearing her throat, she said, “We better change the subject before someone notices how bad I want to kiss you.”

Her heart skipping a beat in her chest, Dana said, “Right.”

“How’s school?” Penny said, still struggling with her composure, “you have half-year tests coming up soon, don’t you?”

“Next week,” Dana said, nodding, “then we start new classes.”

“Excited?” Penny asked.

“Sure,” Dana said dryly.

Laughing, Penny said, “Such enthusiasm.”

“At least I won’t have gym class anymore,” Dana said, smiling. She wondered if she should tell Penny about her plans to wear some of her more adventuresome lingerie once she didn’t have to change in front of the other girls anymore. Penny’s kinky side and her maternal one might be at odds with that bit of information.

Maybe catching something in her tone or seeing her smile, Penny asked, “Is that important?”

Leaning closer, Dana said, “I-“

She was interrupted by the waiter arriving with their food. She sat back, her cheeks a little hot at what he had almost overheard. Again, she was reminded how risky being out in public like this with Penny was. It wasn’t even the sexy banter, but just how they were around each other now that they were sleeping together. Anyone paying attention might notice their conversation was a bit more intimate than that of a stepmother and daughter- too much smiling and too much eye contact.

As they waited for their food, Dana looked around the restaurant. She was relieved to see the other guests were actively engaged in their own conversations and meals, paying her and Penny no mind. Still, Dana felt self-conscious, exposed. It was both disconcerting and exciting, the danger of what they were doing.

When the waiter left with his empty tray, Penny asked, “You were saying?”

“Um, never mind,” Dana said, taking a sip of her drink.

“I take it you were about to say something naughty before our waiter showed up,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Dana admitted.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, the gears turning behind her eyes. Dana thought she was trying to guess why she was excited about not having gym class anymore. The woman’s eyes suddenly widened, and Dana knew she had figured it out. She offered stepmother a little shrug and a smile.

“I take it the cotton panties we bought you for the school year aren’t going to get much use,” Penny said, taking a bite of her food.

“Probably not,” Dana said, smiling, “what’s the point of having cute underwear if you can’t wear it?”

“True,” Penny said, then snorted, “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you not to wear them to school.”

“But you aren’t going to,” Dana finished.

“I just know by the time you get home from school, you’ll be more than ready for me to get you out of them,” Penny said, her voice low.

“Yeah, but that’s true of any panties I might be wearing,” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “This conversation is turning blue, again.”

“It’s been almost a week,” Dana said, holding Penny’s eyes.

“I know,” Penny said, smiling at her, “believe me, I know.”

With a smile of her own, Dana said, “I think there is half a cheesecake in the fridge… You know, if you want to skip dessert.”

Penny laughed, “Okay. The lava cake is to die for here, though.”

***

Dana went to the candles she had placed around her room, lighting them. The light of their flickering flames was more subdued than the overhead lights. After the quiet dinner with Penny, Dana was craving romance, so the candles were perfect. She smiled as Penny hit the light switch, and the shadows got longer, dancing and capering across the walls.

“You almost need new candles,” Penny said, crossing the room to her.

Slipping into her arms, Dana said, “I like making love by candlelight. It’s more… more sensual, I guess. Romantic.”

“I agree,” Penny said, kissing her, “and I think we could use a little romance after the morning we had.”

Dana smiled, thinking she and Penny were on the same page again. More often than not, they were, knowing what the other needed without a word being spoken. Even the first time, they had gotten on well together, their desires perfectly in line. In the last three months, that intimate connection has only deepened.

Penny stepped out of her heels, so Dana didn’t have to crane her neck to kiss her. Suddenly eye to eye with her stepmother, Dana smiled at her, kissed her deeply. Almost a week since the last time they were together, passion got the better of them. The kiss was like the first drops of rain after a drought, and, like two flowers in need of watering, they soaked it up. They were both breathing heavily by the time they had to come up for air.

“Help me with my zipper,” Penny husked.

Smiling, Dana moved behind Penny. She ran the little zipper down, then ran her hands up Penny’s bare back and under the shoulder straps of the dress. Letting her hands slip forward, then down Penny’s arms, she had her stepmother’s dress half off in one simple move. As Penny shimmied the rest of the way out of it, Dana kissed her bare shoulder, let her hands come up to cup her breasts. Her smile widened as Penny’s breathing quickened at her touch, her nipples stiffening. She teased them until the woman’s back arched, and she moaned thickly.

Dana molded her body to Penny’s back, letting her hands slip down her flanks to the waistband of the tiny panties she wore. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic, she pushed them down as far as she could. Penny shivered as she ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, her fingertips just brushing her skin. Her fingers found Penny’s clit tender and ready. She smiled as Penny’s hips moved with a mind of their own, eager for Dana’s touch.

“Mm, that feels so good,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement.

“Good enough to make up for skipping dessert?” Dana teased.

“Getting there,” Penny moaned, twisting her body to kiss Dana.

“We probably could have gotten the dessert to go,” Dana said, kissing her again, “I didn’t think about it until we were in the car. I guess I was in a hurry to get back here.”

“Mm,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I was in just as much a hurry as you. I’ve wanted this all week. Wanted you.”

“Am I a horrible daughter because I couldn’t wait for Dad to leave?” Dana asked.

“Maybe,” Penny said, laughing, “but if you are horrible, so am I.”

Dana had caught Penny looking at her with hungry eyes more than once this past week, and she had known the woman was feeling the draw, too. Still, the words made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Knowing someone was feeling it too and having them admit it was a small thing but significant. Dana hugged her stepmother tightly.

Ever since Penny had found her notebook, their conversations had become more and more flirty. Playful and naughty at first, their banter was becoming increasingly lovey-dovey lately. The affection they shared had deepened over the last couple of months. It was the reason Dana thought if she worked up the nerve to tell her stepmother how she felt about her, the woman might say it back.

The words ‘I love you’ were on Dana’s lips, but she didn’t let them slip free. It wasn’t fear of rejection that made her leave the sentiment unvoiced, but the timing. The romantic in her wanted the moment to be right when she finally told Penny she loved her not as a stepdaughter loving a stepmother, but as a girl in love with a woman. While a spontaneous admission of affection appealed to the writer in her, she would wait and make it perfect.

To distract her lips from saying those three words, she focused her attention on her hands, on the feel of Penny’s skin under her fingertips. Luckily, Penny was the perfect distraction, her moans and sighs encouragement for Dana to lose herself in Penny’s lovely body. As familiar as she was with every inch of Penny now, Dana still found her fascinating. Her exploration was just as enthusiastic as it had been that first time.

“God, you are going to make me come already,” Penny said, her excitement unmistakable in her voice.

Even if Penny hadn’t said anything, Dana would have known her stepmother was close. She could always sense when Penny was going to come, knew all the tells. She kept her fingers moving, listening to the escalation of Penny’s cries and feeling the tightening of her body in anticipation of that release of gathered tension. Like a musical piece reaching its crescendo, Penny was at the peak of pleasure. There were no crashing cymbals or stirring strings, just a final cry cut off halfway as the orgasm shook her.

Dana held Penny as she floated on the flood of feel-good juices hitting her bloodstream, let her recover some of her senses in the safety of her arms. She was happy to let Penny bask in the post-orgasm haze. She smiled at the woman as she turned on slightly wobbly legs. Still in Dana’s embrace but facing her now, Penny kissed her deeply.

“You are too good at that,” Penny said, her voice still husky with excitement.

“Sorry,” Dana said, playfully, “I’ll do worse next time.”

“Good,” Penny said, kissing her, “maybe then I’ll be able to uncurl my toes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Is that such a bad problem to have?”

“Oh, it’s horrible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “soon as I get you out of this dress, I’ll show you just how ‘horrible’ it is.”

“I guess I have it coming after what I did to you,” Dana said playfully.

“Pun intended?” Penny asked, as she slid her fingers under the shoulder straps of Dana’s dress.

“Maybe,” Dana said, as Penny slipped the straps down her arms.

The dress was snug, and she had to wriggle her hips to help Penny remove it. She shivered as Penny’s eyes ran over her nearly naked body, the heat of her gaze like a brush of a flame against her skin. Suddenly warm all over, she shivered again. By the time Penny’s eyes made it back to hers, the woman’s smile took Dana’s breath away. When Penny looked at her and smiled like that, Dana couldn’t restrain herself. She was in the woman’s arms, kissing her before she even had a chance to begin breathing again.

Without breaking the kiss, Penny let her hand slip between them, sliding down Dana’s stomach and onto her girlhood. A week of frustrated desire got the better of her, her body responding instantly to her touch. Dana moaned into Penny’s mouth as her able fingers teased her bud through the lacy material of her thong. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, pushing against Penny’s hand eagerly in response to the lovely thing Penny was doing to her.

Dana would have been happy to continue like this, but when Penny suddenly sank to her knees in front of her, she realized her stepmother had other plans for her. Her breath caught in her throat as Penny’s hand ran up the inside of her thigh, then pulled the panties she wore aside. The flick of Penny’s tongue across her tender bud forced that stale breath from her in a moan.

Although she was much more competent in high heels now, what Penny was doing to her was threatening Dana’s balance. The pleasure Penny’s tongue was sending crashing through her young body had her swaying unsteadily. As reluctant as she was to miss even a moment of the lovely sensation, she knew she was going to need to sit down before she fell down. She took a couple of steps backward, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Still on her knees, Penny crawled over to her. Her hands on Dana’s knees, she pushed her legs open wide and moved between them. She gave Dana a quick but heated kiss before returning to what she had been doing. The lacy thong was pulled aside once more, and Penny’s hot, wet tongue resumed its sweet torture on Dana’s bud. It felt so good Dana knew she had done the right thing by sitting down.

Dana’s back arched, and her fingers clutched at the covers as Penny’s fingers eased inside of her. Penny’s fingertips found that magic spot inside her, and Dana lost any semblance of control of her body. Like a marionette with her strings pulled by Penny, she writhed in ecstasy under the combined manipulations of Penny’s tongue and fingers.

As capable as ever, it didn’t take Penny long to have her dancing on the edge of a climax. The pleasure built and built until it overwhelmed her. She cried out as she surrendered to it, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings tangled.

The orgasm left her dazed and gasping for air. She saw Penny smiling at her, and she managed to say, “I think you got your revenge. I can’t uncurl my toes.”

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Penny asked playfully.

“The worst,” Dana said, her contented tone belying those words.

Penny kissed her deeply, urging her to move further onto the bed. Dana smiled up at her as Penny crawled onto the bed with her. When Penny hooked her fingers in the flimsy thong she wore, Dana lifted off the bed so she could remove it. Still wearing the garter belt, stockings, and strapless bralette, Dana wasn’t surprised when Penny didn’t remove them, too. When she wore lingerie for her stepmother, the woman was never in any hurry to get her out of it. Dana didn’t know if Penny liked the way she looked in it or was turned on by the kinkiness of a girl her age wearing it- maybe a little of both- but there was no denying it got Penny going. Since that was kind of her goal, Dana was more than happy to wear it for her.

That and, if she was being honest, she was turned on by the kinkiness of wearing it, too. She knew the designer of this lingerie hadn’t intended for a thirteen-year-old girl to wear it, which made it taboo. The lace and nylon on her skin were exciting because she knew she was misbehaving. What kid didn’t get a little thrill out of breaking the rules? With the sort of rules Dana was breaking now, the rush was that much more intense. This wasn’t a grounded for a week or even a month infraction, but a never see the light of day until she had a place of her own sort of offense.

The risk was minimal with her dad out of town- and Dana seriously doubted Penny would ground her for this- but it was enough to spice up the night. She had learned this about herself, that a bit of danger was an aphrodisiac.

As Penny nudged her legs open and straddled one of her hips, Dana realized what Penny had in mind. She smiled as Penny’s weight settled onto her, their bodies nested together intimately. The now-familiar way their bodies fit together was still thrilling. If anything, knowing what was about to happen ratcheted up the excitement. Dana anticipated the delicious roll of Penny’s hips, the pleasure that would crash through her with each flex of her own.

Her expectations met, Dana moaned thickly as Penny began to move atop of her. The lovely friction of their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm, the sexy roll of Penny’s body in the flickering light of the candles, the little sounds of enjoyment filling the air between them… This was the intimacy Dana had craved earlier. Soaking it up, Dana lost herself in Penny, happy to finally be back here after a week apart.

Even as their pace built with their excitement, there was a tenderness to their lovemaking that belied the urgency of their coupling. There was a lot of kissing and touching, eager exploration of each other’s body even as the roll of their hips came faster and harder. Murmured encouragements and heartfelt compliments in breathy whispers were interspersed with the moans and wordless cries as they pushed each other towards higher peaks of ecstasy.

Her body still not completely recovered from the orgasm Penny had given her with her fingers and mouth, Dana was trying to hold off another climax as long as she could. She wanted to come with Penny, wanted them to surrender to the pleasure together. She thought that would be the perfect end to the perfect bout of lovemaking.

She fought the tension building up inside, focused on helping Penny catch up. It was lucky that the woman wasn’t too far behind because the lovely pressure of her stepmother’s body rubbing against hers was making it hard to resist that tension. She didn’t think she could delay it much longer, her body at its breaking point. Her senses bombarded by pleasure, she was helpless to resist as her climax finally broke her will, shaking her to pieces. Even as she lost control, she felt Penny stiffen atop her, was vaguely aware of the woman trembling through her own orgasm.

Still sitting atop her, Penny smiled down at her, husked, “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, smiling back at her, “I needed that.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, getting off of her. She stretched out on her back next to Dana, holding out her arm so Dana could snuggle against her. She gave Dana a lingering kiss before saying, “I needed this, too.”

Content, Dana snuggled tighter against her stepmother.

Penny suddenly started laughing, and she gave Dana a sheepish grin when she raised her head to look at her. She said, “I was just thinking… I might get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“What?” Dana asked.

“It’s just… I can’t sleep in my own bed anymore,” Penny said, kissing her, “I’ve spent too much time sleeping here… In your arms. This feels… normal now.”

“Oh,” Dana said, feeling all warm and fuzzy as she hugged her stepmother, “I didn’t sleep very well this week, either.”

“This feels normal for you, too?” Penny asked.

Meeting her eyes, Dana said, “It feels right.”

***

Nestled in Penny’s arms, Dana smiled as her stepmother’s breathing slowed, and she began to snore lightly. She waited a little longer, then did something she had wanted to do all evening and night. Hugging the woman tighter, Dana said, “I love you.”

Penny murmured in her sleep but did not awaken. Still, Dana thought her words had made it into Penny’s sleeping thoughts. Satisfied for now, Dana closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too.

To be continued (we hope and pray)…

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 1, 2021 at 2:35 pm

By Nuit du Loup

On the opposite side of the house, Isana awoke before Sora did, which was very unusual for her. Being self-employed, she often slept in late when she could and snuggled deep into the nest of her bed. The change came because, for the second day in a row, she had the warm, enticing body of a girl in her arms. Ayaka’s form was spooned into hers and her face was nestled in the girl’s soft, brown hair. She breathed in deep, taking in Ayaka’s wonderful scent, tinged slightly with a female musk, and felt thankful for the fact that she was no longer alone in her bed and home.

“Are you finally awake?”

Isana started, hearing Ayaka’s amused voice without any warning that the girl was also awake. In response, she leaned up and playfully gave Ayaka’s left earlobe a soft nip before saying, “How long have you been up, hmm?”

“Hey!” Ayaka laughed and made a show of pretending to try and ward off Isana’s further nibbles and licks to her neck and ears. But making sure she never moved far enough to prevent Isana from doing so. “I always wake up with sunrise. I didn’t want to wake you up, though, because I’ve been enjoying this quite a bit. I like having your arms around me and just being with you feels wonderful.”

“So, no morning-after regrets, then?” Isana said with pure happiness in her voice in response to Ayaka’s words. Her hands slid up Ayaka’s bare belly and gently cupped her nicely growing, adolescent pair breasts. Ayaka sighed with pure pleasure and rolled her hips meaningfully into Isana, welcoming the caress. Then she sighed again, a little deeper this time, and began turning over in Isana’s arms.

When they were facing each other, Ayaka leaned in slowly and they kissed with passionate intensity. At first, Isana was surprised by the strength of Ayaka’s emotions, but she also felt touched and enflamed by them.  Ayaka’s words of the night before had not just been hormone-induced and it showed now. It was perhaps the greatest expression of love Isana had been given since the death of her adoptive mother. When Ayaka pulled back, she gave Isana a small return love-nibble to the tip of her tiny nose and smiled wide.

“Of course I have no regrets!” Ayaka declared straightforwardly. “I meant it when I said that I love you, and I’m more than happy that I had sex with you and slept in your arms. I hope to do so often from now on. Does that work?”

“Just making sure,” Isana grinned back. She threw her weight forward in a roll and Ayaka laughed in surprised delight as Isana pushed the girl over onto her back and then knelt on all fours over her. Still smiling, Isana moved in for the attack before Ayaka could protest and began nibbling, sucking, and licking at her pale-skinned neck and upper chest.

“Isana!”  Ayaka cried, her voice cracking in a loud series of laughs that were fighting through gasps of sexual pleasure. Then Ayaka’s smile matched hers and it was Isana’s turn to cry out because two slim fingers deftly found her soaked slit and easily pushed inside through the wetness. Isana was forced to raise her mouth to give voice to her enjoyment. Ayaka laughed exultantly and slid down the bed under her. A mouth found a turgid nipple and suckled hard on it.

Smirking, Isana quickly sat up and back onto her legs, despite the fact that she had quite enjoyed Ayaka’s oral ministration. Her smirk cut off into a chuckle when Ayaka followed her up without hesitation and pushed her backward. Isana landed on her back with a thump, and she was quickly surmounted by the excited teenage girl. Ayaka was breathing a little hard from the play and sexual teasing, but she was obviously enjoying herself and openly aroused.

“Mine again!” Ayaka crowed happily, dropping to retake a breast into her mouth.

Isana arched her back from the wonderful sensations and then turned the movement into a raised roll. Ayaka gave a startled yelp and moaned at being denied, and then her voice turned into a soft shriek as the sheet she landed on slid right over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Isana followed quickly and found Ayaka belly down, her bare butt just rising up. Grinning, Isana slid on top of Ayaka facing towards her butt and held her place that way.

“Aww, that’s totally not fair, ah!” Ayaka’s words cut off satisfactorily when Isana licked right down the crack of Ayaka’s pretty pale ass, over her back hole and finally onto her very damp girlhood. For a moment Ayaka’s playful struggling ceased, but then she wiggled her butt a little and tried to complain in a voice filled with arousal. “Isana! At least let me turn over!”

“As long as you promise to stay still for now,” Isana agreed magnanimously, lifting slightly so that Ayaka could rollover. Once Ayaka’s pussy was before her once again, Isana descended and attacked, parting wet lips with her eager tongue and tasting once again the pure, delicious flavor of the girl. Ayaka gave one loud cry of joy and then realized what their positioning meant and decided the game was ended. Instead, she focused entirely on Isana’s bare slit, now an inch or two from her face.

Isana didn’t know how long they were like that, each of them giving pleasure to the other, but after a long while, Ayaka third or fourth orgasm flared and trembled below her. This made the girl’s assault on her own pussy redouble along with muffled moans. A minute later it was Isana’s turn again. When the wonderful tremor passed, she rolled off her new ward and onto her shaggy, sun-warmed rug and lay panting, feeling a warm elation inside.

When she rose up again, she sat there, furry tail twitching from her delight as she looked down at Ayaka’s beautiful, naked, and sweaty body. Ayaka was grinning back at up her as she too breathed deeply to calm down, not at all embarrassed by her nudity anymore. Isana loved it. Ayaka was a breathtaking girl and she was sliding quickly into a deep place in her heart. Not only did she have a sense of humor that clicked well with her own, she liked to play too and trusted her implicitly.  It made her wonder just what kind of surprises the other two girls were going to give her. Either way, she knew she and Ayaka had something special going on here.

Ayaka sat up too and leaned back on her arms, almost glowing from her multiple sexual releases and from the brief physical activity leading to it. She also had a small, amused smirk on her lips. “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t want us to call you Mom or anything like that.”

“Very true,” Isana snorted in agreement. “Part of the reason I didn’t want to be called that, other than it makes me feel like an old lady, is because doing fun things like this would seem weird in your head. I’m still boss lady around here, though; please remember that until you’re an adult.”

“I’ll remember,” Ayaka replied with affectionate amusement. “You’re our teacher, and kind-of-parent, and I love you.”

Isana glowed inside again at the word ‘love’ but she also saw the question in Ayaka’s expression, so she answered honestly and quickly. “I’m coming to love you too, Ayaka. There aren’t many girls who are willing to joke with me and have a nice wrestle for fun. Plus, you are quite mature for your age and obviously intelligent, not to mention easy on the eyes. And most of all, you are one of the three reasons I’m not lonely anymore.”

Ayaka colored at the compliments but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she just smiled and stood up, stretching herself a little which showed off her body in interesting ways. Isana had a great view from her vantage, but she stood as well after a moment of appreciation. “I think I need a shower,” Ayaka said then, looking down at herself in appraisal. Her youthful body was glistening with sweat and her lush, soft hair was heavily mussed and in need of a wash. “But I really want to see Sora and Karin first. It’s probably weird, but I miss them already.”

“It’s not weird,” Isana chuckled, her tail twitching a little faster now that she wasn’t sitting on it. “The four of us are family now, so it’s natural to want to see your younger sisters.”

“Families fight with each other all the time,” Ayaka replied, raising a finger to mark the point.

“Yes they do, unfortunately,” Isana acknowledged. “You’ll probably have squabbles with Karin and Sora too, but I hope that when those happen, we can work through them. You’re the big sister of the house, so they’ll both be looking up to you. For instance, Karin seemed more than happy to have you around yesterday, remember?”

“Okay, I guess I get your point,” Ayaka said, smiling calmly. “I still want to go see them though, but I want to get some clothes on first. This sex stuff is kind of neat and all, but I don’t think I want to walk around naked all the time. It just seems weird not to wear clothes around the house.”

“Well, while I can’t say the idea of always seeing you naked doesn’t appeal greatly, I never did that much before you guys showed up either. Clothes just make things more comfortable most of the time for some reason.”

“Are you saying that you did hang around your house naked sometimes?” Ayaka laughed.

“Oh sure,” Isana admitted freely. “On nice days I like to layout on one of the really thick rugs downstairs and take naked naps on them in the sun from a window.  It feels pretty good.”

Smiling in continued amusement, Ayaka retrieved her discarded towel and wrapped it around herself in a fashion that Isana thought was almost artful.  Isana followed her lead, and pulled on a loose pair of cotton shorts and an old blue t-shirt that had seen much better days but was as soft as sin itself on her skin. Once ‘dressed,’ they shared quick appraising glances, one which Ayaka seemed pleased with, and then they headed towards the door. Just as she and Ayaka were stepping out into the hallway, Sora rounded the corner and into view.

“Oh, Sora!” Ayaka said in a happy greeting, spying the younger girl immediately.

Sora slowed her pace. She was also wearing only her towel and it was showing off a lot of her smooth, bronze skin. Sora flicked her ears twice in pleased surprise at meeting them and her small lips curled into a smile. “Ayaka? Isana?” Her voice was warm with her obviously good mood. “Morning!”

“You seem to be in good humor today,” Isana observed, unable to help her mental and bodily excitement from flaring up momentarily. Sora seemed to have a new vibrancy to her amazing cuteness today and there was a significant absence of her usual initial shyness. She seemed a lot more comfortable with where she was and who she was with, for which Isana was glad.

“It’s been great!” Sora enthused brightly, leaning in when Ayaka pulled her in close for a tight hug, to which she smiled wider and flicked her ears again.

“Mmm, Sora, you’re so nice to hug and cuddle,” Ayaka sighed satisfyingly, loosening her hold a little. Then Isana saw her frown and sniff towards the younger girl. Isana was surprised at first but quickly chastised herself for forgetting that Ayaka had told her the day before that she too had a very sensitive nose from being what she was.  “Why do you smell like metal and…? Oh!”

Wondering what had Ayaka looking so flummoxed, Isana leaned in too and immediately caught the same two scents that Ayaka had. She knew what they were and so apparently did Ayaka. “You smell like blood Sora?” she said softly before her mental filters could catch the words.

Sora’s ears snapped downward in clear displeasure at her and Ayaka’s concerned frowns. “You said it was okay to do sex stuff,” she said accusingly, looking right into Isana’s eyes. It was a pleading expression, but there was anger there too; anger that was probably justified, because of Isana’s rash words.

“Yes, I certainly did say that,” Isana agreed, speaking calmly for both her own benefit and for the girls. “I do want you to be able to explore and enjoy that part of your life. I just want to make sure that you’re okay with not physically being a virgin anymore. You can only give it once and some girls place a very high significance to who breaks it. I am not angry with you; not at all. I’m just worried about you. That’s all.”

“Oh,” Sora said in a small voice, her ears lifted and she seemed mollified by the explanation. She stood silent, with one of Ayaka’s hands sliding silently into one of hers, and then her smile was born anew. “It’s okay though. I really love Karin and we did it together. It was special because I know Karin loves me too. She was worried too, so I’m sorry I got angry at you.”

Isana sighed as the tension went away. “Sora, it’s okay to get angry sometimes if you need to. But I am not at all used to being responsible for growing young girls, so little things are probably going to freak me out for a while. I know you’re not a little kid, and that goes for you too, Ayaka, but I am going to worry about you. It’s a part of who I am.”

“You’re supposed to worry about us,” Ayaka grinned. She leaned in and gave Sora a quick, sisterly peck near her lips. “So, you and Karin did have some fun after all. Was it nice?”

“Oh my gosh!” Sora flushed visibly, and her ears twitched violently, but she smiled joyously. Her eyes were bright with remembered excitement. “Karin is so awesome!”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Ayaka chuckled and hugged Sora in again. Both girls were happy, sharing smiles filled by their new experiences. Ayaka was still curious though. “Did it hurt? When your hymen broke, I mean?”

“Uhm,” Sora fidgeted. To Isana’s amused eyes, she seemed to be trying to get Ayaka to tighten her hug again. “Not really. I was feeling really really good when it happened, and it was kind of like someone pinched me hard real quick, only it inside that place. I think it hurt more for Karin, though; she made a weird face when it happened. But I made her feel good, too—”

“Hey!”  They all turned to see Karin headed their way, her expressive face set in a curious smile.  She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts that were a tiny bit small and a sleeveless top. Karin too was blessed with a bit of a post-sex afterglow. Once again, Isana suppressed a flare of renewed arousal. “I was wondering why Sora was taking so long to change.”

“Sorry, Karin,” Ayaka said, gently letting go of Sora so she could give Karin a hug too. Karin accepted the embrace enthusiastically with flying arms. “Sora was just telling us about how nice you were to her, because Isana and I are nosy.”

“Hey! No bad puns!” Isana barked out with a surprised laugh. “It’s been a while since I heard that one, though.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Karin asked.

“They… umh… know we did stuff,” Sora said, a little shyly. “Ayaka smelled it on me.”

“Smelled?” Karin said in confusion. Then her expressions changed to a blushing one. “So, you guys know already?”

“Yes, we do, and no one is angry or upset about it at all,” Isana said quickly, trying to keep a repeat of Sora’s flare-up from occurring. “I’m just glad you guys had a good time and are fine with your decision. But are you okay Karin, Sora said it was more painful for you?’

Karin’s already dark skin deepened even further towards red, except where her small scale spots were. “I’m a little sore down there, but I don’t mind. I wanted to give Sora what she gave me. It was really special.”

“I know,” Isana replied, smiling a little easier and feeling amused again by Sora’s pleased, proud expression. “I can help with the soreness, though, and yours too, Sora — if you feel any.”

Isana reached out her hand, ran her fingers down from Karin’s collarbone and to the center of her chest. She let the magic in and around her to become visible to her eyes, her own aura touching on it. It shaped and responded to her call and in less than a second, she’d swept the young girl’s body for the damage and easily healed it with only a small pulse of blue light visible to the others. Finished, she pulled her hand back and saw that she had three sets of eyes looking at her in amazement.

“Whoa, I feel totally back to normal,” Karin said in wonder. Her gaze flicked over to Sora. “Sora, are sure you don’t feel anything?”

“It’s only a little bit,” Sora replied. “I’m okay.”

“Well, if you change your mind later I can still do something,” Isana said with a smile, waggling her fingers in the air in playful emphasis.

“Can I learn how to do that?!”

Isana turned to regard Ayaka and saw the girl looked extremely excited by what she’d seen. She was also staring at Isana’s hands intently. “If I can teach you how to use magic, then you can certainly focus on healing magics if you want to,” Isana explained. “Healing magic isn’t really an area where I’ve focused my own skills, but I do know enough to cover the basics. I also have several good volumes about the subject to help out.”

“What kinds of magic do you normally do?” Karin asked quickly.

“Well…if you had to give it a name, I guess you could call me a Maker,” Isana said after a bit of thought. “I know quite a bit about general magic use, which is why I’m so useful to the town, but what I’m really good at is making things; like the hot tub for example. I also enchanted the engine for my truck, the lift for my garage door, the terra-thermal water heater and lots of other things. Most of the magical things in this house have been made by me over the years.”

“Cool,” Karin replied, looking more impressed than Isana really thought she warranted, but it was nice anyways though.

“We’ll see if you still say that after you’ve spent a few years learning magic,” Isana countered. She gave her new little family a once-over. “Anyone object to breakfast before we get started?”

“Started?” Ayaka asked, smiling amusedly at the obvious cue.

“Yep, we’re gonna start the first magic lesson!”

Already?” Sora asked.

“Magic is a lifelong kind of thing,” Isana explained. “In order to learn its use and improve, you have to use it all the time. You’re going to do hundreds of little things, just so you can learn how it functions, its limitations, and the basic rules and laws that govern its use. The earlier we start, the more you can learn. All we’ll really do today though is quicken your natural gifts into life.”

“Well, I have no objection to some food!” Karin grinned, looking over at Sora. “Sora and me were planning on that before we ran into you guys.”

“Then how about you and I get started, while Ayaka and Sora put some clothes on?” Isana asked her.

“The towel look is very cute, Sora,” Ayaka said, smirking in a sisterly manner at the younger girl. “But let’s leave them to it.”

“Okay,” Sora agreed, smiling back.

Isana waited until Sora ducked into her room and Ayaka was rounding the corner to hers before she and Karin headed downstairs.  As they went, she and Karin debated the various merits of different breakfast foods they could prepare. Isana was seriously unused to being around someone with Karin’s level of sheer perkiness and vitality for an extended period of time. Not even Emi matched her. But if she was quite enjoyable to talk to, and Isana found herself laughing heartily long before they reached the kitchen. It was looking like a fun morning.

On to Chapter Seven!

 

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 5

  • Posted on March 23, 2021 at 2:44 pm

By Nuit du Loup

“Do you want a shirt or something to wear?” Karin asked Sora as they entered her bedroom. After the talk in the hot tub, she was oddly excited to have Sora in her room, with neither of them wearing a stitch.

“No, I’m fine,” Sora replied with one of her adorable smiles.  Karin had always thought her sister was amazingly cute. When they had undressed earlier, she had found it hard not to stare and had only felt a little better when she saw Sora was having the same problem.

They crossed over to Karin’s bed and she politely pulled back the covers. Sora smiled and flicked her ear appreciably. Then she dropped her towel and crawled naked into the bed. Karin did the same and followed. The bed was large so there was plenty of space, yet when she got in, Karin moved in close to Sora and they turned to face each other under the covers.

“Do you think what Isana told us is weird?” Karin asked.

“I don’t know,” Sora shrugged. “I think she was right though.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Sora smiled again. “I like looking at you naked, just like she said and I get all warm and tingly from it. I liked looking at her and Ayaka naked too. You’re all nice to look at and it feels good.”

“Well, I like looking at you too,” Karin admitted. “A lot actually. I meant it when I said you were cute. But I meant the other stuff. Isana sounded like it would be perfectly okay to want and have sex with you, her and Ayaka.”

“That is what she said,” Sora answered with a confused frown. “Why? I think it all sounded nice.”

“How do you know so much about sex anyway?” Karin frowned back. “I’m older than you, but you seem to know a lot.”

Sora blushed furiously, but she answered. “Marta liked to play with girls. One of the older girls came in sometimes and they would do stuff under the blankets. I never got to see much, but I knew that they were doing stuff. My other roommate, Crystal, touched herself in the open a lot too.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” Karin said, staring in amazement. “You never did anything?”

“No way!” Sora exclaimed, blushing to the tips of her long ears. “They were mean to me all the time and I would have been too nervous anyways.”

“But not here?” Karin asked, curious.

“I’m still nervous,” Sora admitted. “But I like you guys a lot.  You are always nice and you don’t treat me weird. And I trust Isana.”

“I really like her too,” Ayaka grinned. “She’s like a cool aunt or older sister. Though Ayaka feels a little like that too, at least to me.” Karin frowned then. “Where’d she go? To her room?”

“She went to Isana’s room,” Sora answered, with a smile. “After she said goodnight in the hall she hurried that way. I think she wants to be with Isana tonight. They were touching a lot in the tub.”

“They were?”

“Yeah, their hands were moving and I could see them touching under the water.”

Karin thought about that for a moment, “Do you think Ayaka is really over there having sex with Isana?”

“It looked like they both wanted to,” Sora said, shrugging again. This time the sheet slipped and exposed her naked chest. Karin’s eyes dropped and stared at the two hard, tiny nipples. When her eyes came back up, Sora looked pleased.

“You really don’t think it’s weird that I like looking at you so much?” Karin asked again.

“No,” Sora answered simply. She pulled on the sheet and Karin’s chest also became exposed. Sora reached out a small, curious hand and gently gave one of Karin’s much thicker nipples a pinch. Karin frowned at how good it felt but didn’t stop her. After a moment Sora pulled her hand away with a wider smile of pleasure.

Karin rolled her eyes, feeling amused now instead of worried. If there was no point in fighting it, she may as well enjoy it. So she reached out her hands and pulled Sora to her and then pulled the sheets back over both of them. When she saw how happy Sora was by her acceptance, Karin felt very warm and happy herself.

It felt really nice having Sora’s hot, naked skin against her own, and she could feel it when either of their nipples rubbed somewhere. One hand found its way to Sora’s rounded butt and it felt good there. “Okay,” she admitted. “This is actually very nice.”

“Hmmm, thank you, Karin,” Sora smiled at her from just inches away. Then Sora surprised her with a quick peck on the lips. Sora flushed again, and then she nuzzled her face down near Karin’s neck to hide it. “Thank you.”

“It’s all right,” Karin said, feeling hot from the brief kiss. “You’re my sister now, Sora, and I like you a lot. The kiss was nice. Can I have another one?”

Sora’s face came back into view and this time Karin kissed her. It was very brief and soft, but they found it immeasurably enjoyable. When they separated Sora settled her head on the pillow with a pleased sigh. Karin smiled affectionately.

“Sora, let’s just go to sleep like this, okay?” Sora nodded her more than willing acceptance and closed her eyes. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Karin,” Sora replied in a happy, dreamy tone.

Sora’s breathing evened out into a contented sleep and Karin decided to hell with being weird. She liked looking at her new sister and her kisses with Sora had felt awesome. It also felt nice to have Sora in her arms. Isana had told them earlier that this was only a beginning and she was looking forward to whatever else would come. Even the thought of having sex wasn’t really scary anymore. Instead she wondered if Sora would be willing to be her first.

But that could wait for now. So she laid her face down next to Sora’s, careful not to poke her with the curve of her horn, and went to sleep.

***

The soft, muffled sound of water rushing through pipes awoke Karin to a new day, but it was a cool, teasing breeze coming in through her open window and the warm place in the bed next to her that truly got her mind moving. She was still lying on her side and had one hand where another person had been only moments before. There was a sense of loss too, because of the person that was missing. She heard the door to the bathroom behind her click open and rolled over quickly, searching.

“Sora?!” Karin said excitedly, her eyes alighting upon the tantalizingly nude form of her new younger sister. Sora stopped in surprise at the call with one small hand upon the door jamb and her long, expressive ears flicked twice in question as her almond-shaped eyes locked onto Karin.

For a long, hushed moment, they sat still like that, watching each other. Karin for her part thankfully drank in Sora all over again, as if it was the first time.  Now that she knew the truth of what she’d been feeling inside lately, it was as if the knowledge had set part of her free, a part that was just now poking its head above ground. Seeing Sora again, after having spent the night cuddled together in the same bed, made her heart beat faster with the anticipation of… something.

Sora was so stunning to look at. It was this thought that was predominant in her thinking for many minutes.  Sure, Sora looked very young in every way, just like she herself did, but Karin very much enjoyed what she was seeing. She loved her sister’s long, midnight-dark hair and her smooth tan-colored skin that looked soft, smooth and touchable. She vaguely remembered the feel of it against her from last night and ached for it again.  She watched a slight flush suffuse Sora’s skin as the younger girl stood under her gaze; it went all the way up to her fascinating ears.

“Karin!” Sora exclaimed in her sweet voice, her ears drooping slightly in embarrassment. “You’re staring at me!”

“Hee hee,” Karin smiled and quickly slid to the edge of the bed and cast off the warm sheets as she swung her legs down and sat up straight, exposing herself. The same breeze that had been teasing her cheeks before caressed her whole body now and she felt her long, thick nipples hardening a little at the sudden temperature change, as well as for other obvious reasons. “I can’t really say I’m sorry, Sora. I like looking at you this way, because you’re so cute!”

“Oooh!” Sora moaned low, and her blushing increased dramatically. Her brown eyes though were solidly on Karin’s own nude form. Karin did nothing to impede her sister’s gaze. She wanted Sora to see her too.

Karin stood up, unable to be still any longer because her body was filled with an excited, sexual energy that was still very new and raw.  She crossed over the shag rug to Sora, until they were only a single step apart. She wasn’t much taller than her sister, so their eyes found each other with ease. Karin was still smiling warmly and she saw some of Sora’s reflexive shyness dissipating from her expression, which made her even prettier. Karin raised a hand slowly to the top of Sora’s small head and gently ran her fingers into and down the silky-smooth, black hair. They both shivered.

“Your hair feels so smooth and nice,” Karin observed aloud in wonder. It was like she was discovering Sora all over again and it was horribly exhilarating. She could feel something between her legs, like it was hot inside. Her heart was beating like a drum and she could imagine something like an electric tingle from her exploring fingers. Sora very seemed pleased at first by her compliment, but there was still a hint of stubborn discontentment in her eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I don’t want to be cute.” Sora complained, even as she moved her head to aid Karin’s stroking. “It makes me sound like a little kid.”

“We’re both still kids!” Karin laughed easily. She leaned in on pure impulse and gave Sora a quick, but soft, peck on her tiny lips. Sora blinked, jerked her face back and gasped at her in surprise. Karin grinned even as her brain thrummed from the touch of their lips. “So what if you’re cute? I think you’re beautiful too, and pretty and adorable and totally huggable! It makes me want to hold you tight and touch you all day long!”

Following her own words, Karin reached out with her free hand, held Sora by her bare hip, and pulled her in close. Their unclothed bellies pressed together and they both let out simultaneous gasps from the warm skin-to-skin contact. Karin finished by wrapping that arm around Sora’s back, while the other one ran a finger lightly down Sora’s left ear. Sora squeaked and the ear twitched crazily for a second.

“Sorry, did that hurt you?” Karin asked, looking into her sister’s face intently.

“No!” Sora said quickly, relaxing very willingly into Karin’s hold with a smile in return. Karin loved it. She almost couldn’t believe what she was experiencing. “It felt good, but it kind of tickled a little… maybe. It was a nice tickle, though.”

“What if I do this instead?” Karin darted her face forward and quickly licked with her very long tongue down the top of the same ear.

“Karin!” Sora’s face reddened and she wriggled in Karin’s arms, which felt oddly good for both of them. “You licked me!”

“It looks like you liked it, though,” Karin laughed, greatly enjoying what they were doing. Sora felt so wonderful to hold onto, just like she had in bed during the night.

“Hmm, maybe, but it was kinda weird too,” Sora moaned, but her smile soon returned again. “This feels nice, though. You’re really warm, Karin. Your arms feel good too.”

“Yeah, it totally does feel awesome,” Karin agreed wholeheartedly. “Did you like sleeping with me too? Did you sleep okay?”

“Uh-hmm,” Sora affirmed quickly with a happy nod. Her shyness was almost completely gone now. “Sleeping with people feels really good. I liked doing it with you and Isana. Do you think Ayaka had a good night too?”

“Oh, sure!” The reminder that her new older sister had gone to have real, actual sex with Isana made her whole body tingle again. It also made her even more aware of Sora’s nakedness against her own body. “She’s with Isana, so she probably had a nice time. They were getting along really well, right?”

“She looked so excited last night,” Sora giggled pleasantly. Karin felt something on the outside of her thigh and a quick shiver went through her when she realized that it was Sora’s small hand. “Isana was touching her like this under the water and she seemed to like it a whole lot.”

“Well, it does feel kinda good,” Karin agreed, aware of every movement of that hand. Sora giggled at the comment again so Karin felt a little bold. “Come back to bed with me!”

She pulled back and grabbed Sora’s hand in one motion and before Sora had a chance to say a thing, Karin dragged her back towards her bed. Once her shock dissolved, Sora laughed happily and willingly allowed herself to be towed along. At the bed, Karin maneuvered Sora by her bare shoulders so that the back of her knees were against the edge of the bed and gently started to push her backwards. Sora got the idea quickly and fell back with a playful giggle, her arms spread, and then scooted back on her butt so she was all the way on.

Karin stared again for a moment at her naked sister, enjoying the sight immensely, and then climbed over her, straddling Sora at the waist. When she bent forward so that they were looking in each other’s eyes again, she saw pleasure and joy on her sister’s face at what was clearly happening.  Softly, Karin reached down with a hand and stroked over a cheek with skin the color of a warm wood. It was smooth and soft and she felt her own cheeks blush when Sora made a soft cooing sound and cuddled her face into the hand. It was a sound that made her whole being excited.

“Is it okay that I’m touching you?” Karin asked a little belatedly. She didn’t want her own excitement to cause Sora any kind of harm or to scare her. It was immensely important to her that Sora enjoyed everything.

“It feels nice, and I really like it,” Sora smiled with total trust in her expression. “I can touch you too, right?”

“Of course!” Karin replied immediately, lightly bumping her nose to Sora’s, which made the other girl giggle some more, which in turn made Karin feel hot all over again.  She rose back up, and one of Sora’s slim arms followed so that they were both touching the other’s face. Sora’s fingers were tiny, but she was gentle and her stroking felt right and very affectionate.

For the next little while, they played a kind of game in a very amiable silence that needed no words. Karin ran her hand along one of Sora’s skinny arms, feeling her smooth skin and a little warm sweat. Sora repeated the action on her own body, with skin-tingling results. Then Karin made Sora laugh when she felt over her tummy and around her cutely small belly button. Karin really wanted to lick it. Again Sora followed her lead and she could feel the heat between her legs turn into a tingly, humid hotness. They ran their hands over almost every inch of exposed skin on their upper bodies except for their breasts. When Sora knew they were next, her face slipped from joyful wonderment to slight concern.

“I don’t have anything there,” Sora complained in a soft, breathy voice when she saw Karin looking at her chest curiously.

“What are these then?” Karin replied with a friendly, sisterly laugh, running her hands up Sora’s stomach again to her almost-flat chest and circled each nipple with her middle fingers. Sora twitched and gasped at the sudden contact and Karin smiled wide as she felt rubbery flesh grow firmer at her touching. She kept tweaking at them and marveled at how such a simple thing could make Sora feel as good as her facial expressions suggested. When she stopped, she dropped her arms, deliberately inviting Sora to reciprocate.

“That was really nice,” Sora said with a happy sigh, her voice wispy. She was breathing a little harder and her skin looked flushed in a different way now that was exciting Karin. Sora slowly raised her arms and cupped her hands over Karin’s tiny breasts. “You have real boobs. I like them.”

“I have bumps,” Karin chuckled, really liking how it felt to have someone else touch her chest, especially a girl as special as Sora was fast becoming to her. She had discovered masturbation just over a year ago, after catching another, older girl at it in the bathroom one day, and she’d always liked tugging and playing with her long nipples, but Sora’s hands felt a hundred times better. She also liked that Sora seemed to like touching her a whole lot too. Sora’s happiness made her happy. “Ayaka’s the only one of us that has anything like real ones. Hers are probably bigger than Isana’s.”

“D’you think she’d let us touch them?” Sora asked with an amused smile, groping away happily at Karin. Then she giggled playfully and gave the big buds under her hands light pinches. Karin shivered hard at the surprise rush of pleasure that passed through her body and had to stop from arching herself. Her nipples had never felt that good before. It was like they’d been zapped.

“Do that again!” Karin gasped.

“Pinching them?” Sora asked, with a happy smile of accomplishment on her face. “It feels good?”

“Yeah!” Karin answered with a definite nod. “It makes me really tingle.”

“Hmmm,” this time Sora pinched both at the same time and when her fingers twisted a little as she applied pressure, Karin felt even better than the last time.

“Wow Sora,” Karin said in amazement, staring down at her adorable sister. She’d never have thought her breasts could feel so good. Wanting to see if Sora would like it too, Karin reached down with one hand and gave Sora’s left nipple a pinch.

“Ooh!” Sora’s eyes opened wide.

“See?” Karin laughed. “It’s a lot better when someone else does it.”

“I feel really good,” Sora said, her smile proclaiming how good a time she was having. Then she frowned again in confusion. “Karin, why is there something hot and wet on my legs?”

At first Karin was confused too and looked down. She rose up a little for light and saw that her still hairless lower lips were incredibly wet and slightly open from her excitement. Below her, right under where her crotch had been, was a wet spot on Sora’s thigh. She saw it all and smiled at Sora as desire bloomed in her mind again. “It’s from me, and maybe you a little too, Sora. Did you have sex-ed in school yet?”

“No, that’s next year,” Sora replied warily, but obviously curious. “It’s from that place?”

“Yeah!” Karin laughed, and saw a funny expression forming on her sister’s face that made her laugh harder. “It’s not gross at all, and it’s not pee. Haven’t you ever played with yourself down there?”

Sora’s face became less happy again. “I wanted to try it because my roommates did it a lot, but not with them there. I never really had time alone. Somebody was always around and I was too scared to try it in the showers. Is it nice?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” Karin answered emphatically with a nod. She leaned in close again so their faces were only inches apart. Sora even smelled good. “If you ever want to do it now that we live here, and you will want to, go right ahead and do it. If you ever want some time alone, you tell me and I’ll go. If you want to play with your puss, none of us will make fun of you, because I know Ayaka does it, and there’s no way Isana went years without doing it either. So relax and smile again, I like that a lot better.” She finished with a soft kiss to the tip of Sora’s nose.

“Okay, I will,” Sora laughed, her smile returning. “So what’s the wet stuff?”

“Wellll… girls make some kind of slippery liquid from the sex and baby hole, the vagina I think, to make it easier for a penis to slide inside,” Karin informed her, making a vague thrusting gesture with a hand and finger in the air that Sora laughed very hard at. “I don’t remember what it’s called exactly, but that’s not important anyways. It comes out of girls when we are excited and want to do sex stuff. It means we’re horny!” They both laughed at that. “It felt really good when you were touching me, so of course I got wet.”

Sora seemed content with the answer and Karin felt kind of proud at being able to be the older, informed sister. Then Sora’s expression became even more excited and Karin’s heart beat a little faster in an instinctive response. Sora’s face came up towards hers and Karin felt surprise and then a heady rush of pure pleasure as small, warm lips touched onto hers again in a real kiss.

“I really like kissing you,” Sora explained softly, her cheeks reddening under Karin’s wondering eyes. “It feels special.”

In response, Karin rested herself more fully onto Sora, and they both moaned deeply as she kissed Sora back and held her tightly.  This time it was a much longer kiss; a real kiss containing all their new emotions. They were both inexperienced, so it was a bit clumsy at first, but neither of them would have had it any other way in that moment. Instead their eyes slowly closed and they kissed again, and again, learning from each other’s lips.  Karin loved the soft, electric feel of the act and her brain buzzed from both her own pleasure and Sora’s.  The fact that she made Sora feel good enough to moan almost nonstop made it a thousand times more exciting.

As they slowly explored each other’s lips, the kisses grew deeper and more passionate and lovingly intimate. Both of them lost their last traces of shyness around each other and just enjoyed the physical act of loving the girl in their arms.  When Karin parted her lips at one point, Sora did the same and for the first time, their tongues touched and slid together.  Karin felt a quiver run through Sora that was echoed within her own body and then their lips separated and their lidded eyes carried deep emotions for a few minutes of stillness. Karin saw the seeds of real love for the first time in her young life and it made her mind buzz.

“Kissing is so nice,” Sora commented eventually, affectionate eyes shining in open wonder. She was also breathing a bit harder. “Thank you, Karin.”

Karin snorted a soft laugh and smiled anew, hugging Sora a little tighter. “See, you don’t have to thank me, because I enjoyed that just as much as you did. We did it together. But I think I’m going to be kissing you a lot from now on if it’s like that! So be warned!”

“Okay!” Sora agreed, playfully giving Karin another quick kiss. “Me too!”

Karin became distinctly aware again of the hot wetness between her legs that had apparently quadrupled from Sora kissing her. It felt messy. She really wanted to do something about that now, but something else entered the fore of her mind in relation. She wanted to see all of Sora, especially the special places.

Slowly, so as not to alarm Sora too much, Karin started to slide down her sister, back towards the edge of the bed. Sora watched on curiously and Karin felt warm inside at the trust being given to her.  She wanted to make Sora feel really good and at the same time, learn more about her while keeping that faith. When she was kneeling between Sora’s spread legs, Karin bent forward and down again towards the ‘v’ of her goal.

As her face drew closer, she heard Sora’s breathing increase greatly, but she said nothing in objection and actually rose up on her elbows to watch. Karin though was focused. She stopped with her face a foot away from Sora’s young pussy.

“It’s so pretty, Sora,” Karin said in undiluted awe. This was the first time she’d ever actually had a good, close look at what was between a girl’s legs. She’d never even looked at her own very well, but resolved to fix that soon. Sora’s flower was nestled between her smooth thighs and below a very pronounced pubic mound that was devoid of any hair.  There was a pair of puffy outer lips with bright pink wetness peeking from her slit in between.  At the top, Karin could make out Sora’s cute little bump.

“You think it’s pretty down there?” Sora asked.

“Yeah!” Karin affirmed, breathing in a scent of female muskiness. It kind of made her thirsty. “It even smells pretty!”

“Karin! Don’t smell me!” Sora complained, reflexively trying to close her legs. Karin’s head became trapped in a quite wonderful place, nose almost smushed right into Sora’s sex. She breathed in deeply again, and because she liked the smell so much, she pushed forward the last bit and used her nose to rub side-to-side over the little bump Karin knew felt good to touch.

“Oh!” Sora’s legs popped back open and Karin looked up to see Sora staring down at her in astonishment. “What was that?!”

“It’s your bumpy spot, your clit,” Karin answered with a pleased grin. She pulled back just a smidge, aware that her nose was wet now, and raised her right hand to tap her index finger lightly on the indicated spot. Sora twitched. “It gets really sensitive and feels good to touch, right?”

“Yeah,” Sora replied. “Is your nose wet from me?”

“Ah-hmm,” Karin nodded happily. She ran her finger down the soft lips of Sora’s puss and felt her own tingle at the action. They felt slippery, soft and hot. When her digit was coated in a wet sheen, she thrust it up towards Sora’s face. “See? That’s from you, and it smells good.”

Sora used her own hands to hold Karin’s still and sniffed experimentally. “It’s not awful,” Sora said with relief and ran her fingers over Karin’s. “It really is slippery though.”

“Yep, but let me show you what this place is good for now,” Karin said, pulling her hand back. She laid it gently over Sora’s entire vaginal area and rubbed over it. Sora’s lower lips were engorged and very aroused and Karin’s actions produced small gasps of wondrous pleasure from the young girl.  Then Karin slowly used her fingers to tenderly spread Sora’s open and they both gasped, if for different reasons.

“The sex-ed lady was right, it’s like a beautiful pink flower,” Karin said in amazement, feeling totally electrified by the sight of Sora’s most intimate place.  There was also a feeling of awe that Sora was doing this with her and trusted her to make it feel good. She could see everything; including the tight looking hole that was leaking juices. A sharp intake of breath when her thumb stroked down one of the lips from Sora reminded Karin that she was here to please now, not to play tourist on her sister’s cute body.

Deciding to imitate on Sora what she liked to do when she masturbated, Karin started to rub with a pair of fingers up and down the lips and the tender, pink insides. It soon got even wetter down there because Karin paid very close attention to Sora’s face, learning which places made her gasp or otherwise respond in sexual delight. It was also kind of neat to see the expressions Sora made. Karin’s hands got so slippery eventually that her finger accidentally slipped deep inside Sora’s very tight hole and they both jolted in surprise as vaginal muscles squeezed the invader.

“Karin!” Sora exclaimed loudly and sharply. Her eyes were wide open and her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat made her skin glisten. “I can feel your finger in me! It’s inside!”

“Did I hurt you?” Karin asked quickly, feeling hot, wet muscles squeezing hard onto her finger in pulses.

“Uhm…” Sora seemed too confused and aroused to talk and she shivered hard all over. Then, in concern for her sister, Karin tried to pull her finger out, but it dragged over Sora’s erect clit on the way and the younger girl went rigged while gasping for air. Karin felt a hot liquid pouring onto her hand. She raised it hurriedly in panic, and then realized Sora had just had a powerful orgasm. So good that Sora kind of just laid there for a bit,  not moving.

“Are you okay?” Karin asked.

“Karin…”Sora’s voice was wistful and soft as she lay dreamily on the bed. “I feel so good.”

Karin let out a relieved sigh that stopped cold when she saw her hand. A pinkish-redness was in the wet stuff coating the finger she’d accidentally put inside Sora. She’d taken Sora’s virginity.  She didn’t know if that was good or bad. Would Sora hate her for it?

“What’s wrong?”

Karin looked back up and saw that Sora was giving her a glorious smile and her face looked radiant in its sweaty messiness. She looked like she’d just experienced the most wonderful thing ever.  Karin couldn’t lie to Sora about this though, so she raised the hand. “I broke your hymen.”

Sora stared at her for a moment, still looking happy, but confused by Karin’s concern. “Is that bad?” she asked. “Aren’t you supposed to let someone you love do that? I saw that in movies and stuff.”

“Yeah!” Karin replied, feeling worried.

“Then… it’s okay,” Sora said, as if it was totally obvious. For a moment, all Karin felt was confusion, then Sora’s face brightened in realization of this and she giggled. Then she sat up rapidly and flung her arms around Karin where she once again found small lips pressed to hers.

The kiss was amazingly intense. Karin had never seen Sora so determined, but she could feel her little sister’s fierce emotions through the act and her heart was thundering in response. After almost five minutes of being thoroughly kissed and kissing back, Karin pulled away.

“You’re not angry with me then?” Karin asked slowly, keenly feeling her own arousal burning away.

“Why?” Sora laughed. “It kinda hurt and felt good at the same time, but I was already feeling so good that when you pulled your finger out, I went boom!”

“Boom?”

“My… uh, puss…” Sora scrunched her face over an appropriate term for her sex, “When it exploded and made me shake and feel shivery good. But that doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No!” Sora beamed and her ears were quivering as her cheeks reddened. “You’re my sister, and I love you, so it’s okay.”

“You love me already?” Karin felt her cheeks heating and she also felt a renewed desire to kiss her sister, but she held back for now.

“Mmm-hmm,” Sora giggled, and snuggled close again. At first Karin didn’t get why Sora turn her head as she did so, but then she realized what Sora actually wanted and let out a laugh of her own and then licked at her sister’s long ear. Sora’s pleased giggling redoubled. “It feels so nice.”

“Now you know what an orgasm feels like,” Karin said, enjoying the closeness.

“Did we have sex?” Sora asked excitedly, jerking her head back to look Karin in the face while beaming happily.

“Uhm, kind of, I think,” Karin answered slowly, unsure. “I had sex with you at least, because I made you come.”

Sora’s almond eyes widened and she looked suddenly intent. “Can I do it to you now?” Karin could tell this meant a lot to Sora, because there was a hint of vulnerability in her expression. “Then it has to count, right?”

“Do you want me to lie back like you were?” Karin asked instead, more than happy to let Sora do almost anything she wanted.

“Yes!” Sora became animated again with her ears twitching wildly with her excitement. Karin let herself be turned and pushed onto her back. She spread her legs and almost laughed at how eagerly Sora squirmed down between them.  Wanting to be able to see at least a little, Karin dragged over a couple pillows and propped her head up as Sora got herself into place, imitating what Karin had done to her. Karin found it quite exciting to see her sister’s face looking between her legs so attentively.

“It’s all drippy wet,” Sora said with her most cheerful giggle. She looked up and Karin saw laughter in her brown eyes. Sora was certainly enjoying herself.  Then the eyes went back to work and Karin jumped when she felt a finger press rather firmly onto her very sensitive clit. “Your bumpy thing is kinda big, and it’s hard and squishy at the same time.”

Karin didn’t know where Sora got the idea, but as with her nipples, the girl gave her tender organ a solid pinch and Karin felt like she almost wet herself; it felt so odd and wonderful at the same time. Sora seemed fascinated by her clit and Karin’s mind went a little blank from the sensations of small fingers exploring her slit while her bud was relentlessly attacked. She could feel herself being opened up, but it was a detached sensation, buried in with all the pleasure.  She did notice however, when Sora’s finger slipped inside her pussy and filled her.

“Ow!” Karin couldn’t help the painful exclamation of Sora finding her own virginal barrier. Sora paused and looked up at her with such a look of hopeful love that Karin nodded her acceptance immediately and without fear. She would give to Sora what Sora had given to her. “Go ahead.”

Sora smiled joyously and Karin felt her mind weaken again as the fingering of her pussy resumed with gusto.  Sora seemed to know that breaking Karin’s hymen would be more painful than her own experience and she slowly worked that finger in and out of her wet entrance. When Sora finally plunged it all the way in, the pain was sharp and distinct, but Sora gave her no respite to dwell on it. Instead her finger thrust inside vigorously, driving her body onward.

“Sora…” Karin whispered, clawing her hands into the bed-sheets. Her sister’s finger was pressing very firmly on the inner wall of her vagina as it invaded, and she felt something like a strong need to pee, even as she felt her orgasm rising like an agitated snake. The tension grew and grew, seemingly without end, even as that odd pressure increased in an almost painful parallel.  Finally her body could hold on no more. “Oh… God! Sora!”

The orgasm was like a wonderful, most pleasurable punch to the gut and head. Her body curled reflexively and she felt the pressure in her groin release all at once.  Sora yelped loudly in shock about something, but for several minutes Karin was captive to her body’s need to reset back to sanity. When she did settle back down, breathing hard as if she’d run a mile, she found that she was being hugged very tight by Sora, who was smiling proudly.

“Now we really had sex!” the younger girl laughed. There was not one sign at all that she regretted anything.

“I’d say so!” Karin agreed and then noticed something. “Sora, why is your chest and neck all wet?”

“Your juice stuff squirted out on me,” Sora said with her now ubiquitous giggle, that Karin was fast learning to love. “I thought it was pee at first, but it doesn’t smell like pee at all.”

“Sorry,” Karin said, laughing as well. She felt so much better now than playing with herself ever did. She wrapped her own arms around Sora and returned the embrace. Rolling them over so that she was on top again, Karin gave Sora a long, deep kiss. More kissing naturally followed until they both lay still, feeling oddly content.

“I love living here,” Karin said after a long while of companionable silence filled only by the birdsong from outside and Sora’s soft breathing. They’d shifted onto their sides a little so that Sora could nuzzle her face in by Karin’s neck. “I have a new kind-of-mom, my own room, a cool older sister, and an awesome little sister.”

“I love you too,” Sora replied, a pleased tone warming her voice. “Can we do this again?”

“Of course we can,” Karin said immediately, stroking one of Sora’s ears and drawing out a soft coo. “I loved every minute of it. You can also sleep with me whenever you want. But remember about Ayaka. I like her too, and Isana.”

“I know!” Sora giggled. “I want to try touching Ayaka too; she’s really nice for an older sister. Do you think she’ll want to?”

“She said last night that she was okay with things, but we probably shouldn’t be pushy,” Karin mused. “But I love her too, Sora. She gives wonderful hugs. Plus, I know Isana would love it if we wanted to do things with her. She sounded so happy that we didn’t freak out last night.”

“She feels nice too,” Sora agreed. “She grabbed my butt when we were in bed and I think she liked it.”

Karin frowned, and then moved her arms so that she could grope Sora’s butt properly. Sora gave a pleased giggle at the act and wiggled her behind encouragingly. “Your butt is pretty nice, Sora,” Karin told her, smiling. “It’s so round and soft.”

“And it feels good,” Sora smiled back and rubbed herself against Karin. When Sora’s smooth belly pressed over her mound, Karin felt a new pressure that was gaining strength and grimaced at the interruption.

“That was a weird face,” Sora informed her unnecessarily.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to pee really badly,” Karin admitted.

“Oh!” Sora responded with another laugh and an amused wiggle of her ears. “But I don’t want to let go. This feels too nice.”

“Sora!” Karin moaned, feeling Sora wriggle herself. “I really am going to pee on you if I don’t go now.”

“Eeww,” Sora laughed, sliding back jokingly on the bed and letting Karin free.

“Yeah, eeww,” Karin agreed as she crawled around Sora and quickly darted into her bathroom and towards her toilet under the small bathroom window. When she seated herself, she saw Sora had followed her inside and was watching her pee with open curiosity. “Are you watching me?”

“I’ve never seen another girl pee before,” Sora said, inquisitive eyes locked on Karin’s crotch. “It kinda looks funny this way.”

When Karin was done, feeling a little pleasantly sore from their activities, and also a little bemused by her sister’s odd interest in her bodily functions, her eyes flicked over her huge bath and an idea for later flickered into life. But there was also a rumble in her belly for food. Grinning, she snatched Sora’s hand and yanked her sister into her lap with a yelp.

“Okay, then,” Karin said once Sora was straddling her with an expression that said she very much liked being in that position. “What do you want first, food or a bath?”

“Hmmm,” Sora mused over the question for a moment and then smiled with a chagrined look. “Breakfast. I’m really hungry.”

“Food it is, then!” Karin agreed, unable to decide if she was disappointed or not because her own stomach seemed to agree with Sora. She got them standing again and they walked back into the bedroom. Karin gestured towards the pile on the floor containing Sora’s towel and her clothes from the previous night. “Do you want to go and grab some fresh clothes and meet me back here?”

“Sure!” Sora quickly wrapped herself in the towel to hide her nudity and held her dirty clothes in her arms. At the door, she turned and they shared one more lingering series of kisses before she giggled and bounced out for her room.

Karin felt a moment of mystified loss when Sora was gone, but it only lasted a moment. She’d see her again soon enough and she also wanted to see Ayaka and Isana.  But she didn’t want to interrupt her older sister, so she set her own dirty clothes aside with a mental note to ask about a hamper of some sort. Then she dug through her bag and pulled on a pair of plain pink panties, cut-off jean shorts and a loose, white tank-top shirt. Once done, she started loading the rest of her few belongings into her dresser as she awaited Sora’s return.

On to Chapter Six!

 

Little Flirt

  • Posted on March 18, 2021 at 3:39 pm

Author Unknown

Found this one ages ago, no idea where. I reread it a few days ago and found it worthy of sharing with you good people (after shining it up a bit). Do enjoy. — JetBoy

***

I stared at her beautiful face, the way I usually do when I see a pretty little girl when I’m shopping, walking along the sidewalk or in a store when a family comes in with a young cutie in tow.

Almost always, these girls turn away from my gaze. Which allows me to continue to stare without them knowing. Admire them and dream about them without their knowing. On rare occasions, they might glance at me a second time, but the result is still the same: they quickly turn away from my gaze.

If a mother catches me ogling their daughters — and they sometimes do — I always remark how pretty the girl is, which of course is the truth, and the mother is nearly always flattered.

This night, though, was different. I was dining alone in a neighborhood Chinese restaurant, had just laid my chopsticks to one side when I spied her. My God, she was exquisite. A pulse began to throb between my thighs, one that would have to be dealt with soon.

Then I got an unexpected surprise. This little girl returned my look with such an intensity that this time, I was the one who turned away first, embarrassed to have been caught out.

But I soon looked again, unable to resist temptation — and there she was, still staring at me. And she was so lovely, so flawless. I wanted to drink her in with my eyes. Let me absorb all of her, let her possess me.

Flirting with the eyes is very much an adult game, but what this girl was doing was definitely that, no mistake. She forced me to look away a second time, to scope out her mother and her older sister as I did to see if there was a clue in their faces that would explain her behavior. But no, they seemed perfectly normal, and oblivious of what the girl was up to.

The third time I looked, she was still staring at me. Only now she was smiling, a twinkle in her eye. Was that a wink I saw? No, couldn’t have been.

She was ten, maybe eleven. Just the age I prefer. It’s just tucked between things, isn’t it? Childhood is behind them. The hormone-induced, petulant teen years are ahead of them. Sometimes they’ve commenced puberty by then, but typically not. If their breasts have begun to form, there usually isn’t any body hair yet. I prefer it that way. The mound still smooth and bare, the chest only beginning to bud.

This time, as our gaze held, we were fully engaged. I wasn’t letting up. I needed to soak her in to keep me steady. Another victim of my secret life. I’m like a vampire that way. Needing the blood of another in order to stay alive.

She wanted me, this little girl, as much as I wanted her. But how could she? How could she know? Was she taught to stare down someone staring at her in? No, I didn’t think so. She was too circumspect. I saw her glance occasionally at her sister, who was across from her, and to the left at her mother who, if she’d been paying attention, would have caught us.

I don’t know how I knew it, but I did: this child of ten, maybe eleven, was already into girls. Maybe women. Perhaps especially women.

***

I had a little girl once, all to myself. It was ten years ago, back when I was in my twenties. I was employed as a nanny for an extended period of time.

Going into it, I didn’t even know I liked little girls. Oh, I knew I liked girls, or at least most of the time. Guys were okay too, at least back then. I wasn’t a complete lesbian at the time, but I soon would be.

This little girl and I would be inseparable for months, I knew that much when I took the job. I had no other responsibilities other than looking after her, and the parents were going to be out of the country. Needless to say, the thought of sex with my young charge never entered my mind. My mind was on how I could sneak girls into the house for a little hot fun without her knowing.

In the end, it was the little girl that seduced me. She was ten and, as it turned out, her own mother had taken advantage of the child’s innocence to serve their own needs. Now that Mommy was away, my little pixie decided that I was to be her new lover.

What she had in this relationship with her mother took some getting used to, as I came to understand what had become routine for her, what kinds of sexual things she needed to be happy.

Nearly every night after hours, Mommy would visit her bedroom, wearing nothing but a quickly discarded nightie. Daddy had typically turned in earlier; an older, very busy business man that had married Mommy when she was young and beautiful, a trophy. As an infant, she had breastfed my little girl in the nursery instead of bringing her into the master bedroom. Since there wasn’t any particular compelling reason to return to her husband’s bed, at least during the week, Mommy often didn’t. There was a full-sized bed in the nursery and she usually bunked there overnight.

As my little girl got old enough to graduate out of her crib and into that bed, Mommy was usually still there, spending the night with her little girl. The evening ritual of nursing, which was no longer necessary, was continued anyhow, supplemented with additional comforting activities that involved the mouth and the hands and being naked. Soon enough, these pleasurable games became rituals in and of themselves, Mother and daughter would fall asleep in each other’s arms, skin to skin, sharing caresses and sweet kisses.

It must have been emotionally wrenching, the business obligation that took Mommy away from that. It certainly was for my little girl. What was the mother to do, though? She was an equal partner in her husband’s business, and was obliged to join him for a six-month stay in Bahrain while a crucial deal was being hammered out. She knew that taking her daughter along would have been an ordeal for the child. So she stayed with me, the nanny, and we muddled along nicely — some might say, even thrived.

In the end, I more or less picked up where Mommy left off, and the little girl settled into a routine that was as anxiety-free and comforting as the one she’d before her parents had to leave.

Our bedtime ritual would begin with a bath or a shower. At her age, a shower was more useful, but sometimes she would insist on a bath so we could share the tub. We showered together too, but in the tub we could cuddle, be close. I could hold her between my legs. She could lean back against my chest.

After drying off each other with large, fluffy towels we would hold hands and padded naked into her room. Climbing into bed together, there was a chapter or two of whatever book we were enjoying at the time, taking turns reading to each other. And when the book was laid to rest for the evening, it was time for making love.

My little girl would roll onto me, cupping a breast in her hands and taking the nipple into her mouth. She would stretch her legs out straight, putting a knee on either side of one leg, then press her girlish center into my thigh, humping me.

The first time she did that, it was magical. I could feel the warmth of her smooth mound on my leg as she rode me. Even after I began to expect it as something we did every night, the pressure of her vulva against my thigh and her sweet hot mouth nursing from my nipple never failed to arouse me.

After nursing, my little girl would wrap her little arms around my neck and our lips would meet. Small pecks at first, but our kissing soon grew increasingly heated. If I rocked my hips up — and I was often instructed to, pulling my heels up to my bottom — our pussies would touch. We would gently stimulate each other this way, our tongues meeting, mingling.

Then my little girl would bring her smooth sex up to my mouth for me to love. Butterfly kisses to begin, of course, gentle enough to almost seem innocent. But shortly, the child would be grinding her slit into my face, wanting, expecting, desiring more direct contact, my lips on hers. I sought out her tiny clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

It was bliss. My little girl, writhing on top of me, her juices flowing freely. I would often touch myself while I drank from her. Did Mommy touch herself then, while she kissed her baby girl’s cunt? I don’t know, I never asked. How could she have resisted the urge?

The little girl would pleasure herself on my face for quite awhile, until she came for me. Nothing tentative about it. She knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Like this little one I was checking out a few years later, sitting just beyond me at a nearby table. Something tells me that her personality is much the same as my former lover of ten.

She was staring at me, ogling me. I could feel my panties growing wet as her eyes so intently met mine. I wondered if there would be a puddle left behind in my seat when I arose.

Where is your bathroom? I asked a waiter — but slowly enough so that the little girl could read my lips. She said the same thing to her mother, who got up to let her out. I let the girl pass and was only a step behind her.

We were going the wrong way, though. I knew it, but she didn’t. She’d walked toward me, the restroom was the other way. But I could do nothing but follow her. I couldn’t give us away by correcting her. How would I know that she was going to the bathroom if I hadn’t been watching her so intently? Of course, where else would a girl her age be going? To the bar?

***

The last thing Mommy taught my little girl was how to pleasure her in return. The last barrier crossed. The taboos of lesbianism, incest and pedophilia fully mingled. Fully fulfilled. Taking pleasure from your daughter, pleasure that you might have found elsewhere but didn’t.

How it began. Can I do that to you, Mommy? Can I kiss you there, Mommy? 

Will you do this for me, honey? Can I show you what I like, little one?

My little girl would dismount my face and lower herself to my middle. She would part my labia, knowing where to find my clit without poking and probing around. She was always gentle with me. No lover had ever treated me so well. So considerate of my sensibilities. Her hands so soft, her mouth so skilled, her lips so sensuous, her tongue so engaging.

After licking me for a while, she would swivel her body around. She knew just when I was satisfied enough to want access to her sweet holes again. God, her cunt was so juicy… and even for a little girl, her aroma was intoxicating. I licked from the back forward and when I got to her anus, I moistened it with a few swipes of the tongue, then carefully inserted a finger. Once I was probing my little girl’s rectum, I clamped my lips onto her clit. She sucked on mine expertly. We came in waves, she and I.

Every night I was with her it was the same. We were insatiable, the two of us, drunk on one another.

***

We were headed to the bar, the little one and I. My intention was to set us going in the right direction with as little embarrassment and fuss as possible. Once we were far enough away from her family’s table, our conspiracy would not be revealed.

The bathroom is the other way. 

Oh. How come you didn’t you say so before? 

Just because. I thought maybe we would walk this way awhile, so it would seem neither one of us knew where we were going. 

I still don’t — but I’ll follow you. Do we have to go back by my mom and sister? 

No. It’s that way, but let’s go to the bar so that we can pretend we asked directions.

Good plan. Already a full blown conspiracy — and I didn’t even know this girl, did I?

***

My little girl and I would snuggle as we recovered from our exertions, struggling for breath. I think of how much pleasure we derived from one another. Night after night. Was it worse or better for her because I wasn’t her mother? Weren’t we just two strangers who had become lovers? Might she think of me as her mother? These thoughts of mine, and many more like them, would remain unspoken forever. Drifting off, we would sleep soundly in each other’s arms.

The morning would bring a new day filled with child carrying, child entertainment, child functions like school and sports and birthday parties. The night time would repeat itself, over and over again. Was it too much responsibility for a girl so young? She never complained. Was it too much responsibility for me? Never.

***

Luckily we were the only ones in the bathroom when we finally got there.

You’re very pretty, she said. I couldn’t stop looking at you. 

You are very pretty too, I replied, and I couldn’t stop looking at you either. 

We faced the mirrors in the bathroom, each staring at the other — a reflection instead of the real thing, with nothing to protect ourselves from what might happen next. What I wanted to happen next. What did she want? She was so young. But my little girl had been young, too.

***

What happened with me and my little one? Her mother returned. Earlier than expected. Earlier than we both expected.

What have you two been up to? What stories has my little one told you? 

Not only stories, Mommy. We acted them out. 

Oh, you did? 

Yes, and we still do. Every night. 

Oh, you do? Well, I’m back now. 

What should we do so that we don’t make a mess of this? I wanted to know.

We’ll be together for awhile. The three of us. We owe it to her. You owe it to me. 

I owe it to you? You started this, I just pretended to be you. It wasn’t easy at first, now it’s impossible to imagine life without it.

You’ll just have to deal with that. She’s my daughter, you know. 

Yes, of course I know, she learned from you. 

I learned from her.

The three of us were lovers for several months. I had learned how to love little girls from the daughter and I applied what I’d learned to her mother. We were incredibly happy, the three of us.

***

My new friend and I entered a stall together. She pulled her jeans and panties down. I squatted before her. She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, but my head spun when the tip of her tongue shyly slipped into my mouth. The next thing I knew, we were kissing like lovers. My pulse was racing as we finally parted.

How do you know how to do that, honey? 

From when my mother kissed me. 

Like that? 

Well, maybe not like that, but I felt like kissing you like that. 

She stood up, but left her pants down around her ankles. I picked up my skirt and pulled down my panties before I sat down. As I did, she touched me and touched herself.

How do you know about all of this? 

I just do, why? 

Because you’re so young. 

I talk to my friends. I touch myself — masturbate, Mommy calls it. I read stuff on the internet.

We kissed again. I touched her. She moaned, grinding her smooth sex against my hand.

It was too much for me to resist. I lifted her up, setting her bare bottom down on the toilet seat. Kneeling before her, I burrowed between those thin thighs, nuzzling this lovely child’s slit. My tongue emerged to take a lick, and she shivered.

I wanted to make love to her for hours, but minutes were all we had. So I went down on my little girl lover, using everything I know to bring her off quickly. Once she was warmed up and whimpering with pleasure, I sought out her clitoris, gently nibbling at the tiny pearl.

With an astonished gasp she was coming, squeezing my face between her thighs, gripping my head with both hands. I kept the good feelings coursing through her, the tart honey of the child’s climax flowing down my throat like wine. I was drunk on this luscious nymphet, drinking from her until she pleaded for me to stop.

I rose from aching knees, leaned to kiss the rosebud of her mouth. She returned my kiss joyously, tasting herself on my lips and liking it. Our tongues entwined, Our tongues entwined, and we moaned together.

She wanted to pleasure me, to return the pleasure I’d shown her. I felt her hands fumbling for the clasp of my skirt. I stopped her, though. This place was much too dangerous for our lovemaking. She was disappointed, but understood.

I nibbled at her ear. How do I reach you? How do I talk to you again? 

She whispered her email address.

We kissed again, still touching each other intimately. One additional moment and it would have been beyond my ability to control it, to end it. I would have had to steal away with her. Maybe that would have been the best thing for both of us. But we didn’t. We pulled ourselves together, kissed one more time, even more passionately this time, and left the restroom.

I’ll write you tonight, I whispered as she walked ahead of me to our respective tables.

She mouthed the words I love you as she got back to her seat beside her mother, then gave me a sweet smile.

The End