Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Nuit du Loup

After they finished with lunch and washed up, Isana and the girls returned to the forest glade. Ayaka loved the woods and how they made her feel alive and energized, but today was especially nice since she was channeling and using that magic to do things. It was frustrating that her water spell hadn’t gone well… but after all, they each had their own strengths and weaknesses. She was happy for both of her younger siblings, and she especially liked being big sister Ayaka.

“Okay,” Isana announced to begin the lesson. All the objects from earlier were laid out in front of them on their blankets. As far as classrooms went, it was the most enjoyable Ayaka had ever been in, even with the excessive heat of the day. It also helped that Sora had seated herself in a way that let Ayaka look up her skirt, which made her feel delightfully naughty.

“For this lesson,” Isana continued, “I want you to keep practicing all the things we’ve already done, over and over again. I know that sounds boring, but I also want you to try as many variations as you can. The point of this is to speed up the process of drawing out your magic.”

So that’s exactly what they did. Over and over again, the girls cycled through the different types of magic they’d learned. Isana would move among them to help and direct things as needed. She also provided hints when they were clearly trying something that didn’t work. There were a couple of accidents, but Isana had obviously expected these and had them quickly in hand. The first was a small fire started by Karin, who really did have a lot more power than she could easily control. Isana spent an hour with her doing different little things with fire while Karin happily followed her teacher’s lead.

The second accident was Ayaka’s fault. Since her gift was deeply invested in living things, she’d spent a lot of her time exploring it. This time, she got a little carried away. Ayaka was using her magic on a little bush, trying to make it bushier, and didn’t see that there were actually two plants growing there, instead of one. A patch of poison ivy was growing quite prodigiously beneath the bush, and she almost ended up in the middle of it. Luckily Isana saw and heard her, and hastened to the rescue.

It was almost evening when the sky began clouding up and turning ugly. The humidity grew so thick that it felt like breathing underwater. Poor Sora was drenched in sweat by then, but Ayaka wasn’t much better off. Karin, on the other hand, only seemed to notice the heat when the others drew her attention to it. Finally, Sora announced that it was going to rain at any moment, so they started packing up.

As they trudged back, laughing and sharing their experiences and experiments of the afternoon, the first rumble of thunder rolled by. It was a deep, bone-thrumming sound, and from Ayaka’s connection to the forest she felt the plants and creatures around her preparing for the oncoming storm. For the last stretch they ran along the trail, ignoring their tired, aching muscles. It became a bit of a race, and they were all grinning when Karin whooped her victory at reaching the garage door first.

Just as they’d finished putting their things away for the day, the sky seemed to fall down. The rain came not with a soft buildup, but with the resounding crash of a true summer storm. Sora wandered back to the door with a curious expression, so Ayaka followed her sister, holding Sora her from behind as they gazed out the door at the pounding rain.

Ayaka loved holding her sisters and being held by them, so this was especially lovely, just standing there with Sora cuddled into her with Karin close by and Isana’s arm wrapped around her back.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever. “I have to pee!” Karen exclaimed.

Karin’s complaint, coming completely out of nowhere, hit them all at just the perfect moment. It started with Isana, suddenly bending over and laughing so hard Ayaka worried for a moment that she might make herself sick. Then Sora started giggling, and that got Ayaka going too. It only got worse when Karin ran into the house to find the bathroom, laughing all the way. They were still chuckling a little when Isana’s friends Todd, Missy and Calvin drove by in their truck, honking twice before they disappeared where the road led into the woods.

“God, that felt good!” Isana sighed, regaining her composure.

Ayaka felt Sora wiggle slightly in her arms, so she looked down into the little girl’s smiling face. “Can I take these sweaty clothes off now?” Sora asked.

“Ask Isana, not me,” Ayaka replied, then looked over at their teacher. “Isana?”

“Hmph. Might as well,” Isana answered good-naturedly.

With permission given, Ayaka reached down to grab the hem of Sora’s soaked shirt, now cold and a bit icky. Sora got the idea right away and lifted her arms to help her big sister get the sodden top off. Next went the skirt, leaving Sora nude but for a pair of white panties that were clinging to the young girl. Ayaka and Isana both had eyes locked on that prize… and Sora clearly knew it, if her smile was any indication.

Hooking into the waistband in the back so that her finger teased down the cleft of Sora’s bottom, Ayaka tugged down the girl’s last stitch of clothing.

“I think you really enjoy undressing your sisters, Ayaka,” Isana said. She had begun to remove her own clothing, and was already down to skimpy blue panties. Her bright pink nipples were visibly erect as she stretched her limbs. “Oh, yeah. That feels sooo much better!”

“I do like that, yeah,” Ayaka admitted, wrapping both arms around the naked Sora, who giggled with delight, letting herself be held. Quickly finding her new sister’s budding breasts, Ayaka gently caressed them, occasionally teasing the tips with her fingers. Sora moaned, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her, which pleased Ayaka no end. Now that she’d finally had sex, and with these beautiful girls she loved so much, Ayaka wanted to touch them all the time.

“Whoa! We’re taking our clothes off now?” Karin asked in surprise when she reappeared in the doorway. “What did I miss?”

“Not much… and yes,” Isana replied. “You strip, too. It’s naked family time.”

Shrugging her acceptance, Karin quickly dropped her shorts and whipped off her shirt with little ceremony at all. She did stop to grab everyone’s discarded clothes and put them in the mud room. Upon returning, she asked,  “Okay, so how come Ayaka’s still dressed?”

“She got too busy feeling up Sora,” Isana laughed. “You too, Ayaka – that’s an order. We want you nude!”

“Hard to argue with that, I guess,” Ayaka laughed in reply. She smiled down at the pouting Sora. “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get back to you in a moment.”

“You’d better!” Sora giggled, smiling hugely again.

Stepping back, Ayaka began her own disrobing. Her shirt and panties both made wet splatting sounds when Karin took them off her hands, then tossed them onto the pile in the mud room. Her socks clung and felt totally gross, but in a brief moment she had them off and was naked like the others.

Sora quickly moved toward her with a determined expression, and they all had a small laugh when the girl nestled back into Ayaka’s embrace, putting her big sister’s hands back on her flat chest, exactly where they were before.

“You like that, I take it?” Ayaka asked, returning to caressing Sora.

“Mmm-hmm,” Sora purred, looking blissfully happy.

“You two can stay and have fun here if you want. Me, I’m gonna cool off a bit,” Isana said, gesturing out at the pouring rain. The thunder and lightning had settled a bit, but it was still pouring down. “Want to get wet with me, Karin?”

“Oh, yeah!” Karin was quick to agree. They both dodged around Ayaka and Sora – Isana with her tail swishing excitedly from her pale bottom, Karin with her athletic litheness.

“Hee, hee… you’re staring at Isana’s butt, Ayaka,” Sora teased.

“Hey, I love butts,” Ayaka declared. “They’re nice to see, touch… and lick!” Letting her hand slide down  Sora’s back, she trailed her fingers through the crack of her little sister’s bottom. Sora responded with a gasp, which trailed off into a moan. “See, you like it when I play with yours.”

“Well, it does feel really good,” Sora admitted, not bothering to suppress her little sounds of pleasure. She and Ayaka watched Karin and Isana play in the rain. Ayaka pressed against Sora’s anus and felt her sister tense with a hiss of pleasure, then relax. Accepting this invitation, Ayaka slowly eased her way inside, loving the little shudders Sora’s body made as her rectum was fully penetrated. Sora was so responsive to every little touch that it was worth all the time in the world to take things slowly.

“I – I forgot about my butt earlier,” Sora said after a long while of Ayaka gently pleasuring her, not intensely enough to make her come just yet.

“You forgot? What do you mean?” Ayaka whispered into Sora’s ear, unable to keep from rubbing her pussy against the rounded swell of Sora’s bottom.

“I… was figuring out…how to, to masturbate this morning,” Sora replied between rising squeaks caused by Ayaka carefully nibbling at her long ear.

“How did that go?” Ayaka asked, hearing arousal in her own voice.

“It was… really fun,” Sora giggled, moving her hips in rhythm to Ayaka’s steady strokes.

Ayaka could feel Sora’s muscles quivering and squeezing her finger. Then the younger girl shuddered hard and blurted, “Can you make me c-come now? Please?”

“Absolutely,” Ayaka replied, knowing her little lover was in urgent need of release. Taking her hand away from Sora’s chest, she slid it downward, traveling over the girl’s soft belly and then to her smooth vulva. As expected, she found Sora’s slit to be very wet, proof positive of her arousal.

Not wanting to get her sister off too soon, Ayaka avoided the girl’s clitoris at first, electing to and gradually ease a finger into Sora’s vagina, feeling the muscles there clench in response. She traced another finger along the labia and only then gave a light caress to Sora’s clit.

Ayaka wasn’t intending to make her little lover come yet, but Sora was so primed for a climax that it was enough to finish her off right then. So Ayaka held the girl tightly, letting her ride out the spasms of the orgasm. “Wow,” she breathed when Sora’s cunt clamped down tightly on her fingers.

With a final gasp and shiver, Sora relaxed and slumped into Ayaka’s arms. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she turned around and embraced her big sister.

They heard Isana speak. “Oh, wow, Ayaka… how’d you learn to do that?”

Glancing over a shoulder, Sora saw Karin and Isana watching them from outdoors, rain running down their bare bodies.

“What do you mean?” Ayaka asked. She made a mental note to wash the finger she had inside Sora’s butt once she’d removed it

“What you did with Sora,” Isana explained. “It was like you knew exactly how to touch her.”

“I have no idea,” Ayaka answered, not knowing what else to say. There was more, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain. “I just did what I thought would make her feel good… or what Sora wanted me to do.”

“I think Ayaka’s just good at sex,” Karin shrugged. “Everybody’s got skills, right?”

“I suppose,” Isana sighed. “You awake there, Sora?”

“Hmm, kinda,” Sora sighed, finally stirring. “I feel awesome.”

“Good!” Isana laughed. “Me and Karin were getting bored with just the two of us dancing. You and Ayaka need to come outside and take a shower with us.”

It only took Isana a moment to explain the game, along with its almost complete lack of rules, and soon they were all laughing and giddy, slipping around in the muddy patch in front of Isana’s garage. Sora was a little slower than the others, feeling somewhat spent from her orgasm, but she did her level best.

Eventually they were all out of breath and coated in mud. Ayaka was the messiest, thanks to a tricky move from Isana, and was almost covered from head to toe. At Isana’s suggestion, they went around the house and sat down on a large, fallen tree where they rested, allowing the rain to wash them clean.

“That was fun,” Karin panted, grinning and leaning against Sora, who looked half-asleep.

“I haven’t done something like that in years,” Isana chuckled, leaning back on her arms to let the rain fall on her bare breasts. Ayaka thought she looked beautiful like that, even if her tail was still bedraggled. “Makes me feel young again!”

“You’re not even a little old yet,” Sora declared, flicking a stubborn bit of mud off her thigh.

“What are we doing for dinner?” Karin asked, perking up.

“Ugh… dinner,” Isana groaned, sitting up. “You and Ayaka can make something, since you both look so wide awake and perky. Sora’s going to come help me get crud out of my tail fur. How’s that for a plan?”

Sharing a look with Karin, Ayaka replied, “Sure, seeing as Sora being so tired is my fault anyway.”

“Cool!” Isana slowly got to her feet.

Suddenly Ayaka remembered something important she wanted to do that day. “Isana, wait,” she said quickly, motioning for her to sit again.

“Hmm?” Isana replied, noting her student’s change in mood.

“Well,” said Ayaka, now feeling  nervous. “I want to try changing now, while we’re all out here together.”

“Changing?” was confused at first, but then her eyes grew wide. “Oh! You mean your shape-changing?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you’d never done it before,” Sora said, sounding a bit worried. “Do you even know how?”

“Yeah,” Ayaka replied. “I’ve always known how, but I couldn’t do it in the city. I can do it here, I know I can, but I want you all to be here when it happens.”

“There’s no hurry,” Isana said, also sounding concerned. “Aren’t you tired?”

“I am, but this is something that… it’s like a part of me,” she answered. “I don’t know how, but it won’t take any more out of me than lifting my arm would.”

“Well… okay, if you’re sure you want to,” Isana said after a moment. “I love you, kitten, and I just want you to be safe.”

“I know that,” she replied, feeling that odd thrill again at hearing Isana say her pet name for her. “So please, just sit there and watch. If I need help, you’ll be right here. Okay?”

She stepped a bit away from the log, towards the rain-shrouded bulk of the house, then turned back to face her family. They watched her with both a touching amount of concern and a measure of excitement. Oddly, it helped her nerves to have them watching while they were all naked.

Ayaka was fully confident in her ability to change shape. It had always been part of her, but the power had remained dormant while she resided in the city. Now her skill was waiting to be used, and she intended to do exactly that.

It took almost no effort at all. One moment, she was standing wet and bare before her family, then there was a moment of nothing. Suddenly she found herself looking at Isana from a completely different perspective, on four legs, with her vision suddenly lacking a bit in color perception. But her nose! Good grief… her nose!

The rain soaking into the fur of her new body was hardly noticeable. In fact, she felt kind of warm now. In the meantime, hundreds, maybe thousands of scents assaulted her nose. She knew what animals were upwind of her and how far. She knew there was a mole living nearby and that she had stepped in its droppings. She could smell all kinds of plants, the content of the soil, traces of car exhaust from the nearby road.

“Ayaka?”

Sora’s voice sounded different – strange, maybe, but it was clearly her. She could easily pick Sora out of the scents of the others. They were all so unique, like fingerprints.

This was nothing to be afraid of. In fact, Ayaka decided, it’s amazing!

***

Sora watched, a knot of worry in her tummy as Ayaka walked away a few feet, then turned to face them. She knew Ayaka needed to do this, so she didn’t let her concern show, just silently wished that nothing would go wrong.

At first, not much seemed to happen – then there was something really odd. Everything around Ayaka seemed to twist and distort, and suddenly there was a visible storm of magic that raced in from every direction over the forest plants and into the twisting, and when it straightened out, there was a huge wolf standing there where Ayaka had been. Sora her never seen a wolf before, but she was sure they weren’t as big as this.

Ayaka’s fur was a beautiful combination of chestnut-brown mixed very naturally with black and white. Her ears were perked up triangles, and her nose stuck out between golden eyes that looked at Sora, Karin and Isana in turn. The rain was already matting down her fur, but Ayaka obviously had a strong build, and her long tail was bushy and luxurious.

Sora finally spoke. “Ayaka?”

The wolf blinked, twitched her head slightly, then seemed to regard Sora more closely. In an experimental fashion, Ayaka began walking around, watching her own paws with apparent fascination – at least until she bumped into a tree and let out a yip of surprise. At that sound, Ayaka stopped still as if in shock, then yipped again, but louder. That was when Sora found out exactly what an amused wolf looks like.

Isana slowly approached Ayaka, studying her new form. “Great,” she said, hands on hips. “Now I’m going to have tail envy forever. And I can’t call you Kitten when you look like this!”

Ayaka stood up straighter and let out a yelp that was an obvious complaint. It was weird, seeing a conversation with only one of the participants able to talk.

“Fine, fine,” Isana laughed, reaching down to pet Ayaka. The wolf clearly approved, which she demonstrated by nuzzling close to Isana’s bare legs. “Now I’m gonna smell like wet dog, so it’s a good thing I love you so much, Kitten.”

Apparently pleased, Ayaka plopped her butt down in the mud and let Isana scratch behind her ears. Karin, though silent until now, blurted, “That is so cool!” hurried over to Isana and joined in the petting.

When Ayaka saw Sora hadn’t yet joined in petting her, she yipped again.

“Come on Sora,” Isana said, rolling her eyes, “Your sister won’t be happy until we all smell like she does, so come pet her already.”

“Sure!” Sora agreed and joined in. The wet fur didn’t feel very nice, but Ayaka seemed to love the attention. “You’re really beautiful,” Sora said. Ayaka turned her lupine head with a quick thrust forward and slurped her face with a long, wet tongue.

Karin dissolved helplessly into laughter. “Ayaka dog-slurped you, Sora.” The wolf took quick advantage of Karin’s undefended stance to give her the same treatment. “Hey!”

Sora didn’t actually mind being licked. She knew it was the only way Ayaka had to show her appreciation, so she took it as it was meant and ignored the wolf’s breath. Besides, Sora was still a bit worked up from what Ayaka did to her earlier in the garage. The unplanned and openness of having sex right there in front of everyone had been thrilling and scary at the same time, yet she hadn’t cared.

“Hey Isana,” Karin asked, still laughing, “When we go back to our regular school, can I bring Ayaka in to show to my class some time?”

“Why would you want to do that?” a chuckling Isana asked, even as Ayaka gave Karin an indignant yip.

“Because it would totally freak people out,” Karin replied. Clearly unamused at that idea, Ayaka stood up, turned, looked right at Karin and lifted her hind leg in a very meaningful way. Karin backed up quickly. “Hey! Ayaka! It was a joke!”

“Karin,” Isana sighed. “She’s a female wolf. They don’t raise their legs to pee unless they’re male. She does the more ladylike thing and squats.”

There was another sudden wrenching of the air again and Ayaka was back in human form, red-faced and not looking very happy. Even upset, she was pretty. Her long hair was plastered down the pale skin of her back, dripping over her butt and long legs. “That wasn’t very funny, guys!” she complained. “Was Sora the only one who liked me as a wolf?”

“Kitten,” Isana murmured, hugging Ayaka, who held onto her very tightly. “We were only joking around a little. You are very beautiful as a wolf, and that was one of the best shape-shifts I’ve ever seen. I don’t actually care that I smell like wet dog now, and the only joke I actually meant was the one about being jealous of your tail. But I’m okay with it, because from now on I get to touch yours all I want to.”

“Okay,” Ayaka laughed, sounding mollified and happy again. “I thought Karin was serious though, maybe because my hearing is different as a wolf… and it didn’t sound like a joke.”

“I was just goofing with you,” Karin said, looking apologetic. “If anything, I want to be able to introduce you to my classmates as my cool big sister.”

“Thanks,” Ayaka replied, coloring now – but for a completely different reason. Then she looked at Sora with an odd little smile. “Sora, you smelled really awesome when I was the wolf.”

“What do I smell like?” Sora asked, curious.

“I don’t really know how to describe it,” Ayaka mused, smiling down at Isana, who was hugging her around the waist. “Maybe it’s got something to do with us having sex a little while ago, but you smelled totally yummy.”

“Yummy?” Sora laughed. “I made you hungry?”

“Not that way,” Ayaka grinned, which drew a snort of laughter from Isana.

“Oh!” Sora got it too, a renewed feeling of heat growing between her legs.

“Maybe Karin was right – you are a sex monster,” Isana remarked, then sighed. “Bah! I thought we were supposed to be getting food! And all this talk of being hungry isn’t helping.”

“Sex monster?” Ayaka snorted, feigning indignity. Then she leaned in to whisper something into Isana’s ear. Isana promptly blushed all the way to her toes and gaped at the younger girl. Ayaka, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased with herself.

“What did she say?” Karin demanded.

For a long moment filled only by the soft susurration of the rainstorm, Isana stood in silence, looking at them one at a time, seeing their curiosity. Then she groaned and said, “Fine! But don’t get upset at me! Ayaka said, ‘Your sex monster loves you and I’ll always love your smell best of all.'”

“Is that it?” Karin asked, voicing the exact same sentiment Sora felt right then.

“What do you mean?” Isana replied, looking confused. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why should it?” Sora said, beating Karin to the punch. Her ears were almost fluttering, proof of her buoyant mood. “We’ve known since the first night that Ayaka loves you like that. We don’t mind because we all love each other too, but like family.”

“What Sora said,” Karin added, nodding.

“Well… awesome… I think,” Isana replied, and pulled Ayaka’s grinning face to hers for a long, languid kiss. When they finished, Isana grunted, “Okay, it’s boss time. I’m the boss here, and I demand food!”

“Okay, okay.” Karin glanced over at Sora. “I was getting a bit cold anyway. How about you?”

Sora paused to think. She’d been having so much fun that it had been easy to ignore the rain on her nude body. Now that Karin mentioned it, though, she was getting a little cold. “Me too. Let’s go in,” she agreed.

They were more careful on the way back indoors, and in the garage Isana did her little drying trick with all of them. It didn’t work as well on Ayaka’s long hair, which became fluffy and filled with static. Next, Isana demanded that everyone take showers to warm up and get fully clean. Sora was still drafted to help Isana, but she didn’t mind at all.

“Did you really know how Ayaka and I feel about each other this whole time, Sora?” Isana asked with her head turned around to look up at her. Isana was lying belly down on a plastic stool in her shower while Sora used a stiff brush to work through the mess of her tail. It wasn’t a hard job, even though lots of little bits of dirt were stuck in the fur. Besides, the view of Isana’s butt was really nice.

“Me and Karin both did,” she answered, working at an especially stubborn tangle of mud and fur. “You guys look at each other different than you do with me and Karin. But I don’t care, because you both love me, too.”

“Hmm,” Isana mused. “Claire would kill me if she knew I’ve fallen crazy in love with a girl who is supposed to be my adopted daughter.”

“Why?” Sora asked, pouring a generous amount of shampoo into her hands. “She knows you won’t hurt Ayaka, because she’s special to you. Claire’s a really nice lady.”

“She’s been my best friend for all my life,” Isana chuckled, and then made a completely different kind of moan. Bending down a little as she soaped up Isana’s tail and made it all lathery, Sora saw Isana’s fingers moving between her legs.

Isana noticed her looking. “Heh, I’ve needed this all evening. Seeing you girls naked for all that time has been driving me crazy. Do you mind me doing this…?”

“No,” Sora answered, amused that she would even ask. After all, Isana had helped her masturbate just that morning. “Why didn’t you just join me and Ayaka earlier?”

“Oooh… maybe I could have,” Isana nodded, moving her fingers a bit faster. “But you two had a special thing going on there and it wouldn’t have been nice to interrupt. Why do you think I dragged Karin out to play? She understood what I was doing right away.”

“It was really nice,” Sora said, holding Isana’s tail under the shower spray to rinse it. “I’ve never had a big sister before, and I really love Ayaka. It’s so nice when she touches me. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.” She hastened to add, “I love you and Karin lots too, but she knew exactly what I wanted right then. I could tell that Ayaka was doing everything she could to make me feel good.”

“I see,” Isana chuckled, then gasped, caught up in a sudden surge of pleasure. As Sora watched in awe, Isana tensed and liquid drooled out from around her working fingers. Then she took several deep breaths. Getting up on her knees, she said. “I really needed that. But maybe Karin is right, and Ayaka has a talent for that kind of thing. She naturally heals plants just by being close or touching them, so maybe she’s also inclined that way towards people she loves. But man, am I hungry now.”

“Karin and Ayaka are probably already making something,” Sora reminded Isana.

“And thank goodness for that!” Isana said, brightening visibly. She stood and checked herself out in a nearby mirror. “Am I decent again?”

“Yep!” Sora agreed.

“Great!” Once again, Isana made the water vanish from their bodies as they left the shower. “Put some clothes on, honey, and meet me downstairs. My ass is freezing like this!”

Wandering into her room, Sora did as Isana asked and selected fresh clothes to wear. After being naked for a few hours, it felt oddly confining to wear the light dress she picked out. Thinking about that, Sora  realized that she really did prefer being naked. She wanted Isana and her sisters to be able to see all of her, and vice versa. But she also knew that that wouldn’t work if she wanted to stay warm. Anyhow, she still liked to dress in nice things.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, Sora decided to go halfway. Reaching under her dress, she yanked her fresh pair of panties off and chucked them back inside her room.

It felt weird going around with only her summer dress on and nothing underneath, but it was nice too. The downside she first noticed was that it really drew her attention to those exposed parts. Had anyone been at the bottom of the stairs waiting, they would have had a good view, but no one was. Instead, she heard all three of her family members laughing in the kitchen, and hastened to join them.

Coming before very long: Chapter Fourteen!

By Nuit du Loup

Isana stood before the girls, who were awaiting her instructions. It was time for Ayaka, Sora and Karin to learn more about magic, and they were eager to get started.

“Since we are a family now,” Isana began, “and a family of witches at that, I need to lay out some important rules while we’re on this topic. If I tell you something is dangerous, I’m serious about it. Also, until you know the area better, I don’t want you guys wandering around out of sight of the house when you’re on your own. Lastly, since there are now four of us living together, we all need to do our share of chores and help each other out. Okay?”

“Of course,” Sora replied immediately, grateful for the trust and responsibility. Ayaka and Karin were right behind her with their own agreements. She didn’t mind a bit of cleaning; it was nothing new to her and the load would be shared.

“Good, because I care a lot about you girls,” Isana said. “Now, back to the magic stuff we were talking about before. Sora tells me that it’s going to rain later on, but I want to start our lessons outside as often as we can. Before you ask, Karin – and yes, I know what you want to ask – it’s because it’ll be easier to clean up any messes we make outdoors than inside. I know it’s hot out today, but it’s not like your sisters haven’t seen you sweat already.”

“That’s true,” Karin chuckled, smirking.

“And we’ll be bringing plenty of water with us,” Isana said.

“How does Sora know it will rain?” Ayaka asked, looking at her sister curiously.

“I can feel it,” Sora explained, not knowing how to describe the sensations she got – even at that moment,  if she concentrated a little. “It kind of started when I focused on my magic, and it never went away.”

“Now that your mind knows the ability is there, it’s using it,” Isana explained. “Now, Ayaka, there’s a big gallon-sized water bottle in the cabinet below and to the right of the sink. Can you please fill it all the way up for us while I grab the other things we’ll need?”

“Sure!” Ayaka agreed without thought, already on the move.

“What about us?” Karin asked.

Isana pointed right away at another cupboard, “We’ll also need a plastic cup for each of you. Not a big one, though.”

Karin moved quickly while Ayaka was beginning to fill the big water container. It was a dark red, with a flip-up spout on the lid. Sora wanted to help too, and Isana clearly read that in her expression, but she just smiled and made a follow-me gesture with one hand before ducking into the garage. Sora followed.

“Catch!” Isana called, and Sora made an embarrassing squeaky sound when she saw the big blanket flying towards her. Since it was almost as big as Isana even while folded up, it just about plowed her over, but she managed to catch her balance and remain upright. It left Sora with a faceful of fuzzy blanket that she had to wrestle with to look around. Isana was already moving, raising the garage door with her usual wave, then gesturing at her. “We’re going to use the clearing again. It’s shaded and conveniently close for when it rains.”

“Hey, Sora.” The girl turned to see Ayaka laughing as she entered with the water jug. A step behind, Karin was laughing even harder. “It looks like that blanket is trying to eat you!”

“Guess I should have asked you to carry it,” Isana sighed, then turned to Sora. “Trade loads with Ayaka.”

They did so, then Isana told the girls, “Head over to the clearing we used yesterday. I need to grab a few more things, then I’ll be right there with you.”

The water jug wasn’t too heavy, so Sora also helped Ayaka carry the blanket as they set off. The forest was constantly rustling in the wind and the sounds of animals were heard from every direction. It was such a nice atmosphere that none of them felt the need to speak and run the risk of breaking it. The heat was quickly felt, though, and Sora could already feel sweat trickling down her back. Ayaka clearly loved it all, and Karin almost seemed to be bouncing with excess energy.

When they arrived at the clearing Sora and Karin both helped with spreading the blanket out. They all sat down and she unconsciously moved close to her sisters. If it wasn’t so hot, she would have been tempted to see if Ayaka or Karin would let her snuggle with them. As it was, she was even more tempted to take her clothes off!

“So hot!” Karin exclaimed with a laugh, flopping onto her back with arms spread wide. The white of her horn gleamed with reflected sunlight.

“It’s only going to get worse before it rains,” Ayaka teased. Sora thought Ayaka looked quite elegant, sitting casually with both legs tucked under her. “I’m going to end up getting a tan.”

They didn’t have to wait long for Isana. True to her word, only a few minutes passed before she trudged into the glade, toting several pillows under her arms as well as her toolbox. Sora jumped up to help relieve Isana of the pillows. Isana rewarded her with a smile and a soft “Thank you,” then set her toolbox down and wiped her brow with obvious relief.

“I could have carried some of these,” Sora said, separating the pillows, one for each of them.

“Bah!” Isana protested, grinning. “I was doing just fine. Besides, this way I can claim the biggest one for myself!”

“Heh, no surprise there,” Ayaka chucked, grabbing a square green pillow. She moved it under her butt and spent a moment settling in. Karin followed suit, and Sora quickly claimed the third pillow, an ugly red thing. It was actually quite comfortable to sit on, though. They left a gap between Sora and Ayaka for Isana to sit.

“The teacher always gets the best seat,” Isana said, chuckling as she moved around the clearing. The girls watched with open curiosity as she bent over again and again to pick things up. Sora had no idea what they were, and it was clear that Ayaka and Karin didn’t know either.

When Isana returned she dumped what looked like a bunch of forest debris. There were four rocks of differing types and sizes, four acorns, and four dry leaves that were brown and crumbly.

“What are these for?” Karin asked, picking up a big, dark-grey rock with a white chunk on one end.

“Training!” Isana laughed, taking her pillow. She took the four plastic cups and gave one to each girl,, then did the same with the jumble of forest stuff she’d collected. Filling her cup from the jug, she passed it to Ayaka. The girls followed suit and took turns filling theirs as well. When all was apparently set, Isana gave a pleased nod

“Okay!” Isana began. “Before we get into the nitty-gritty of forming actual spells and such, you need to learn the basics of manipulating objects with magic. Like I said earlier, it’s mostly about willpower and energy. Also, even though it is magic we will be doing, it still follows some of the laws of physics most of the time. Please line your things up in this order: water, leaf, acorn, then rock.”

Sora did. Her rock was small and speckled – very pretty, actually. She’d just got everything in order when there was a squeal of surprise from Ayaka. She looked up at the same time as the others and saw Ayaka holding the leaf between her fingers. Her eyes were wide, and the surprise was obvious to them all. The leaf was slowly turning green.

Ayaka cast a worried look at Isana. “What do I do?”

“Well,” a chagrined Isana gave her cheek a scratch, then shrugged. “It’ll stop if you set it down, but when it’s your turn for what I had that lead in mind for; we’ll have to use a new one.”

“Why did it do that?” Ayaka said, setting the leaf down. It immediately stopped changing.

“Your magic is ia part of the nature around you. Like that flower you helped to bloom yesterday, whatever magic you leak out naturally helps the living things around you. That leaf must have still been just alive enough for you to help it.”

“Oh,” Ayaka seemed both pleased and bemused by the idea.

“Okay then,” Isana said again. “The basics. We’re going to start with the most straightforward of magics, elemental magic. That is why you have a representation of each in front of you. There is a possibility you will have the ability to affect all of them, or maybe just one or two. It depends on your particular magical ability. Sora, as I said before, I suspect you already have a close affinity for air and water. We’ll check that now.”

Karin gave her rock a poke. “How do we do that?”

“For this, it’s the simplest task,” Isana smiled. “Just take magic and push it into the object you want to manipulate or change. The reason the items are ordered the way they are is based on how much energy it will take to affect each one. A rock for example is quite solid and really likes being the shape it is. To change that shape takes a lot more work than a liquid, which is quite comfortable with being shaped. Basically, the greater change you try to make, the more energy is required. The more energy you use, the more worn out you’ll be.”

“It’s like… inertia, right?” Ayaka asked brightly.

“Inertia?” Sora tasted the word. She sort of knew what it meant, but Ayaka was two grades ahead of her and had clearly covered it in class.

“That’s essentially right, yes,” Isana nodded. “The world likes being the way it is. So the more you try to work natural reactions and effects into what you do, the easier the magic will be. This is why I can’t go around turning tons of metal and rocks into gold to make me rich. The energy needed to alter all those atoms is much too great. At best, I might be able to do a few milligrams at a time before I’m exhausted.”

Karin tapped her plastic cup of water this time, creating a short pattern of ripples on the surface. “So what do you want us to do?”

“First, I just want you to try and put magic into the water,” Isana replied. “Focus on your center of magic, grab some with your will and as gently as possible, push it into the water.”

Remembering the feel of her magic from when she was in the bath, Sora focused on that place deep inside where she could draw on her magic if she wanted to, then tried to pull it out. Right away it responded, and she quickly concentrated on forming the blueish-white light into her right hand, and it obeyed without a struggle. With barely a thought of moving it into the water, the light leapt from her hand and joined with the liquid in the cup.

“Ahh!” Looking up at Karin’s shout, she saw her sister’s shirt was soaked with water.

“What happened?” Sora asked.

“I wasn’t gentle,” Karin chuckled, picking at her shirt. “At least it feels nice in this heat.”

“Just give it another try,” Isana instructed, pouring Karin more water. She looked around at the rest of them. Ayaka was frowning hard at her cup, but Sora could see the sunny glow of magic inside it. Karin tried again, and light seemed to race out of her finger and into the cup. The water jumped, but this time it stayed inside. Isana chuckled at Karin’s frustrated look. “That was very good, all of you. Next, just use your magic in the water and your mind to make it move. Like this.”

Isana pointed at her cup, and in the same instant her magic touched the water, it lifted out of the cup in the exact shape of the container. Unlike them, she hadn’t done it in steps, but one seamless effort of will. Isana grinned at them, tail thumping on the blanket behind her. “Your turn, ladies!”

Sora concentrated first on making a small portion of the water rise up. She focused on a small volume and, like it was an extension of her mind, an amorphous looking glob of water popped up in front of her face. When she thought it would look better as a ball, it did so and became a perfect sphere. She stared at it in wonder and admired the way the sunlight made her water ball sparkle. “So pretty,” she said quietly.

“Nice, Sora!” Isana exclaimed, distracting her. As soon as Sora’s attention wavered, the water started to fall. In a slight panic, she demanded that it stop and stay put. To her shock, it did just that. Isana smiled.

“This is so cool!” Karin crowed next to her. She was pointing a finger down at her cup, using her magic to make the water swirl in a whirlpool shape.

“But it’s so hard to make it move!” Ayaka complained, looking distressed and frowning at her cup. She was flushed with effort and her water was only moving in a gentle swirl.

“Ayaka, kitten,” Isana sighed. She leaned over and placed a soothing hand on Ayaka’s knee. “Remember what I said – some people don’t have a natural affinity to affect certain things. You have a beautiful gift, but it comes from the power of the living things around you. That might mean it’ll take more effort for you to manipulate inanimate things. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ayaka sighed, and then smiled apologetically at them. “Sorry I interrupted.”

“No prob!” Karin laughed, grinning at Ayaka.

Isana smiled and nodded. “Eventually you won’t even think about the first step of sending your magic out. That becomes an almost autonomic instinct very quickly, which is why almost all magic users can deploy telekinesis. Ayaka, just focus on lifting the water out. Don’t worry about anything else.”

Ayaka frowned again and after a second the water lifted out of the cup, but as a random glob that kept changing shape.

“That was easier, right?” Ayaka nodded, obviously thinking about it still, but Isana went on. “That‘s because all you did was focus on moving it, not changing the water itself. It’s basically the same thing as lifting it with your hand, if that was actually possible with water. Let’s move onto the next thing, shall we?”

Isana opened her toolbox, pulled out a small white candle and a metal holder for it that was already encrusted with wax. She set the candle in front of her and with barely a glimmer of magic for them to see, lit its wick. Isana looked up at the girls. “Next course is fire! Karin!”

“Yeah?” Karin responded\.

“Since I found out about your fire-breathing ability, I’ve been curious about it. How much can you make in one go? Can you show me?”

“Sure, I guess,” Karin smiled and clambered to her feet. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back so that she was looking up through the gap in the trees. She exhaled sharply and a blast of fire at least ten meters long exploded up into the air. A small shockwave from the sudden eruption of heat shook the trees around them. But just as quickly as it had come forth, the fire was gone and Karin was standing there taking quick breaths.

“So cool,” Sora said in awe.

Karin turned that grin on her. “Thanks!” then came over and, without any warning, kissed Sora.

It felt lovely. Karin’s lips were hot, but not painfully so, and the kiss was over far too quickly. Karin sat back down, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Very impressive,” Isana remarked with an odd smile, “both of you.”

“Both of us?” Sora asked in confusion.

“Look” Ayaka laughed and pointed. Sora followed the finger and saw that her water ball was still right where she’d left it. “It didn’t even move when Karin kissed you.”

“Is that good?”

“It sure is!” Isana chuckled. “It shows excellent control. But we were moving on to fire, remember. This is what your leaf is for. It will burn quickly without igniting the whole damn forest. Ayaka, you need to grab a new one.”

Ayaka did so quickly, and Isana held up her own leaf. “With fire, we need to be as safe as we can, but it’s actually one of the simpler things to do. This is because fire, meaning heat, is essentially what, Ayaka?”

“Uh…” Ayaka thought about it for a moment. “Energy?”

“Right!” Isana agreed. “Heat is a direct measurement of how much kinetic energy something has, be it a leaf, a pan of water, or a brick. For fire, you have to give your target enough energy for it to combust. You can produce the energy yourself, which is the hard way, or borrow energy from another source. That’s much easier. In this case, we’ll use this candle. Now watch.”

They each leaned forward a little, despite being so close already, as Isana did her thing. Isana connected the burning candle to the leaf held in her fingers with magic. There was a tiny pulse of light going down into that connection, which vanished as it went, and the leaf burst merrily into flame. Isana quickly dropped it into her cup, where it sizzled out. She smiled her usual smile. “Now you try it.”

Again, Sora took her magic and used it to connect the candle to her leaf, just like Isana had instructed. She could also see and feel the connection made by her sisters. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Karin’s leaf almost explode into flame. At the same time, Sora and Ayaka tried to pull a bit of the candle’s energy, but not too much. Sora moved a tiny capsule of energy to the tip of the lead, and after a moment of worry when the leaf only turned black and smoked, it finally did begin to burn.

“I did it!” Sora cheered. so happy that she forgot about her fingers and almost dropped the leaf on the blanket.

“Me too,” Ayaka said happily, swirling her burnt leaf in her cup.

“Yes, you all did an excellent job,” Isana nodded and smiled at Karin. “Clearly Karin is attuned with fire, though. Be careful with that ability, please.”

“I will,” Karin promised.

“Okay,” Isana snuffed the candle with an idle flick of a finger. “Now that the exciting one is done with, we’ll move onto the acorn. The ability to affect living things can be a useful skill, but one you should be careful with. So far, people generally like witches and other magic users, so we don’t want to go around creating monsters and such. Think about that before you act. But for now, we’ll just see if you can get this tiny little seed to grow. Just make sure you do this one on the dirt, not in your hand.”

Like the others, Sora picked up her acorn and turned to set it down on a patch of dark forest soil. She had no idea what to do this time, so she just pushed her magic into the acorn and tried to think about it growing. She wasn’t sure anything was happening, even though she could feel her magic being used, but a sharp cry drew her attention to Ayaka.

Ayaka was beaming. Between her warmly glowing hands, a small oak sapling was already growing strong. It had several leaves and was almost a foot tall and getting bigger. Without even seeming to know she was doing it, Ayaka snatched her water cup and upended it at the roots to her tree.

After a couple minutes of them all watching her tree grow, Isana told her, “Okay, now stop.”

“Why?” Ayaka asked, still overjoyed at her accomplishment.

“Well, because you’ll exhaust yourself… and we still have other lessons,” Isana smiled back. “Also, if you’re not careful you might upset the balance in this area by drawing too many nutrients from the soil too quickly. I’m not too knowledgeable in this area, so it’s best to be especially cautious.”

Before Ayaka could reply, there was a slight popping sound from next to Sora, and she looked down at her own acorn. She’d still been working at it with half her attention and it had finally paid off. The shell of the nut had split and a root tendril was slowly burrowing into the soil. On top, a thin new trunk with only two leaves began to creep upwards at a glacial pace.

“Nice, that’s two of you,” Isana commented happily. “Karin?”

“No go for me,” Karin sighed, turned back around. Her acorn was exactly as it had been before. “Oh, well.”

Isana held up her rock. It was a yellowish-white in color, “Next we have our rock. Rocks, metals, and crystals take a lot more energy to change, simply because they’re solid. They like being exactly how they are, and crystals, since they have a much more defined form, are the worst. All I really want this time is to see how much you can do to make it different in some way.”

Picking up her own rock, Sora held out in front and considered it as she pushed magic into it. She could feel herself getting a bit tired, and her shirt was sticking to her body from the sweat, but it wasn’t too bad yet. So she focused on something simple. She thought hard on the rock dividing itself in half, concentrating her magic into it. She felt a response of some kind, but not enough, so she added more magic. After two more such additions of energy, there was a sharp sound that drew everyone’s attention to her hand. The stone had split smoothly in half.

“Neato!” Karin enthused and thrust her hand out. “Look at mine!” Karin’s dark rock seemed unchanged at first, but then Sora noticed the lines. Engraved deeply into the rock’s surface was a big letter K.

“That’s kind of cute, actually,” Ayaka complimented Karin, holding up her own rock. The little grey stone had become a perfect cube. “This was all I could think of.”

“All good efforts,” Isana said with a nod. “Keep them; they’ll be a nice memory later on of where you started from. We still have one more lesson though, then we’ll knock off. I’m getting hungry.”

“It’s probably past noon already,” Ayaka said, shading her hand as she peered up at the sky. “It would be nice to get out of this heat for a bit too.”

“Yeah, Sora’s sweating so much we can see her nipples!” Karin exclaimed.

Looking down, Sora saw that Karin was right. Her little buds were clearly visible through her shirt, which was plastered to her chest. She shrugged. After all, there was nothing she could do about it. The heat was too intense to worry about being embarrassed. “What’s next?” she asked instead, flicking her ears in interest. This magic stuff was fun, and she wanted to do more of it.

“Well, the last might actually help with the heat, actually,” Isana replied.

Sora suspected that Isana liked seeing them sweaty. Ayaka sure seemed to as well, since she kept looking right at Sora’s chest. That sent a shiver between her legs, because it made her think of Ayaka sucking on her nipples again. She tried to focus back on Isana again, who was saying, “The last thing is of course, air, or other gaseous things.”

“That explains why we don’t have another, um, prop, huh?” Karin said, glancing around her.

“Yep,” Isana agreed. “Air isn’t hard to move around or do stuff with. Let me show you a really simple spell that uses air.” Raising a hand, she pointed at a spot in front and slightly above her. They watched her form a ring shaped thing out of magic that had interesting looking patterns and shapes inside it. The opening of the ring pointed down at Ayaka and her hair billowed out as if she was standing in a stiff breeze and her mouth opened in surprise.

“Oh, that feels nice!” Ayaka sighed happily after a moment. Isana turned it to point at Karin, then Sora.

“It’s a magical fan!” Karin squealed during her turn.

“Yep,” Isana nodded, pleased. “Working in this heat, it’s a trick I learned really quickly. Summer is a great motivator for teaching magic, as is winter.”

“Can we do it too?” Sora asked, enjoying the breeze on her face.

“Eventually, yeah,” Isana affirmed. “But for now, we’ll start smaller. Just see what you can do.”

Like with the water, Sora found working with air to be almost natural. She used her magic to send small pulses of cooler air at Karin, and her sister gave a smile of thanks. Even Ayaka found it easy, but she reddened a little when they saw her magic go downwards and her skirt began to billow irregularly. Sora didn’t blame her at all for trying that. Her own panties felt like they were soaked through even more than her shirt. A cool breeze down there would feel great.

After a few moments of this, Isana clapped her hands to signal an end. “All right, my young ladies… your teacher is hungry, so we’ll wait until after lunch before doing anything else. I also want all three of you to drink plenty of water, so no one gets dehydrated or has a heat stroke. Everyone grab some gear, then we’ll go back to the house for lunch.”

Sora ended up carrying two of the pillows as well as the water jug. While they didn’t really hurry back to the house, neither did they linger. She was just as hungry as the others, and hoped lunch would be just as tasty as breakfast.

They stashed everything in the garage, already thankful for the shade. Isana told them the house was cooler in the summer because she used a spell on it that worked like a refrigerator, except most of the waste heat went to the water heater.

Just before they could enter the kitchen, the distant honk of a car horn and the noise of an approaching vehicle could be heard.

“Ah, I was wondering when they would be coming again,” Isana murmured, wearing a cryptic smile..

“Who?” Karin was first to ask.

“You’ll see in a minute,” Isana replied.

After a few minutes passed, a large pick-up truck rumbled up to the house with an open-bed trailer hitched to the back. It stopped in a cloud of dust, and three people immediately got out. There were two young men and a teenage girl, all wearing worn work clothes and hats.

“Yo! Isana!” called one of the men. He was an older teen or maybe in his twenties. with long, messy dark hair and a goatee. “And a bunch of ladies, too!”

At the sight of sudden strangers coming at them, an instinctual panic seized at Sora’s heart. Without even thinking about it, she slid behind Ayaka, who gave her a frown of concern, and clutched tightly against her sister’s sweaty back. The smell of Ayaka’s hair and the feel of it on her face were calming, at least. One of Ayaka’s hands found hers, and Sora took it gratefully, letting Ayaka stroke her in a soothing manner.

“Jee-zus, Calvin!” the girl swore with a tired tone, Sora peeked around Ayaka a little and saw her glaring at the bearded young man. “You’re scaring the poor kid. Ease off, will you?”

“Yeah, you gotta excuse my idiot brother,” the younger boy said with a jerk of his thumb at Calvin. He looked a lot like the older guy, but clean shaven and less wild looking. “He acts like an ass, but he’s safe enough.”

Isana gave Sora a concerned look, but gestured at the group. “Girls, meet Calvin, his brother Todd, and Todd’s girlfriend Missy. Her real name’s Malissa, but she gets all cranky when we call her that.”

“Cause I don’t want to be named the same thing as my grandmother, not while she’s still alive!” the girl exclaimed. She was wearing a loose tank top and grungy jeans.

“Yeah, well,” Isana shrugged. “Girls, these are the folks I mentioned who come out and pick my field for me. We split the profit from the produce between us. Usually as a courtesy, they stop by and have a chat with me before they work. They’re nice people.”

“Yeah, I’m just like a puppy,” Calvin laughed, smiling wide. Sora still didn’t like him very much. At least she understood the reason they were there.

“So, who are the kids, Isana?” Missy asked, clearly curious. She was giving Ayaka a look Sora knew from some of the older orphanage girls. She was assessing possible competition. It wasn’t a mean look, though. She was just checking Ayaka out, and it was clear she approved of what she saw.

“These girls are my wards now,” Isana explained, giving them a proud smile that made Sora feel tons better. “They’re also my apprentices and I care a great deal about their well-being, so be nice and look out for them. And Calvin—”

“Hey!” the boy complained with a wounded tone, his hands up in the universal unarmed pose. “I have no interest in kids, Isana. We’re just surprised, that’s all. You never said you were adopting anyone.”

“It was a pleasant surprise for me too,” Isana laughed. “Now move on, you three. We were just about to eat lunch and we’re already tired from magic lessons, so we can do the lengthy introduction stuff some other time.”

“Sure, Isana,” Todd nodded, twirling a ring of keys on his finger. “Come on, guys. We need to get to work.”

“Right, talk to you later, Isana!” Missy called out, quickly making her way back to the truck and climbing inside “I’ll see you girls around, I’m sure!”

Calvin just gave a confident, yet joking salute and hopped effortlessly into the truck bed. He pounded twice on the roof of the cab and Todd took off, headed towards the produce fields.

“Wow, you have weird friends,” Karin commented once they were out of hearing range. “You okay, Sora?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, feeling embarrassed at her reaction, now it was over. She was still clutching Ayaka’s hand, but a deep breath calmed her down. She’d never liked meeting people, and the older they were, the worse her reaction usually was. She let Ayaka’s hand go, but as soon as she did the older girl spun around and embraced her tightly.

With her face pressed between Ayaka’s soft breasts, she smiled and placed a soft kiss of thanks on the tender skin. Ayaka cooed in response.

A gentle caress of Sora’s right ear drew her face out of Ayaka’s chest to look at Isana, who had one hand on Ayaka’s shoulder while the other still toyed with her ear, which felt really nice. “Sorry about that, Sora,” Isana said. “I really should have warned you about them. They’ve been working for me for years, and I’ve long gotten used to their roughness. They’re actually pretty nice and fun to be around.”

“I know that’s probably true,” Sora answered. “But I told you the shy me was still here. I can’t help that.”

“It’s okay,” Isana said. “Ayaka, you should let your sister go now, so we can eat lunch.”

“I don’t want to!” Ayaka declared. Sora felt a hand caressing her butt. “I have Sora right where I want her.”

“Careful, Sora,” Karin laughed. “Ayaka only let me sleep last night when I passed out. But it’s not a bad price to pay to share a bed with her.”

“But I am hungry,” Sora said, her face only inches away from Ayaka’s, “and I bet you are too.”

“Oh, I guess,” Ayaka moaned theatrically, only letting go after giving Sora a quick peck on the lips. Then she frowned down at herself and the rest of them. “Before they showed up, I was going to ask if we could eat naked, but I guess we can’t now.”

“I swear, this is turning into a house full of sex-mad nudists… but that idea is tempting,” Isana sighed. “But you’d just end up getting sweaty again, because we still have a whole afternoon of training ahead of us.”

“Then let’s eat, please!” Karin insisted, heading towards the kitchen door.

They all followed, and after a short, playful debate it was decided that sandwiches and egg salad made by Ayaka would be suitable for lunch.

Everyone joined in on the prep-work. Sora teamed up with Ayaka for most of it, and they stole a few kisses and intimate touches while preparing the egg salad. Sora was sure that Karin and Isana noticed, but didn’t mention it.

As Isana instructed, they all drank a generous measure of water with their meal. By the end they were all refreshed, feeling good and ready to learn more about their magic.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

By Nuit du Loup

A rush of hot summer air tingled over Sora’s skin, carrying with it the still-fresh scents and sounds of a vibrant forest. She inhaled deeply to enjoy it, her arms raised against the frame of the window she’d just opened in her bathroom.

It was much hotter than the last few days had been and considerably more humid, but nonetheless, Sora enjoyed it a great deal simply because it was all so new. She also liked the warmth because it reminded her of her new big sister Ayaka who adored this place in a way she couldn’t know.

The sun bathed her naked body, and that felt good too, since her nerves were still a bit sensitive from the attention it had received only a short while ago.

“Sora!” Isana called from behind, back in the bedroom.

Sora turned around, letting her slim arms drop. She was standing in the bathing area of the spacious bathroom, which was beautifully tiled like all the others, and gazed towards the door that she hadn’t even thought of closing. She’d decided finally to stop being such a dummy about things and asked Isana if she could move her stuff into the fourth and final master bedroom. Isana had responded as Sora now knew she would, with enthusiastic support. It was one of the many reasons she fully trusted Isana and cared for her so strongly after only a few short days together.

“Yeah?” she called back, flicking her ears once, unconsciously, in acknowledgment. It no longer occurred to her to be shy about her body with her new family. She was happy to let them see her. But Isana remained in the other room and couldn’t see her anyhow.

“Do you care which drawers your clothes are put in?”

“Not really,” she answered, smiling because it was nice to have someone who cared enough about her to ask about such a simple thing. Isana had shooed her into the bathroom to start filling up the bath for them while she put Sora’s possessions away. Sora argued that it was her stuff, so she should have to do it, but Isana insisted and so there she was. Sora already thought of her as a mother figure.

She glanced back at the spacious bathtub. It looked like it would be full enough for the two of them soon. “The tub’s just about all filled up, Isana. I can finish putting my stuff away later, you know!”

“Oh hush,” Isana teased back, chuckling from the other room. It was a sound that made Sora’s heart thrum with joy. If only to spend her life with such loving, casual joking as this, she’d be happy to live here forever. “It won’t take me more than a couple minutes.”

Still smiling, Sora paused as she caught sight of her reflection in the large full length mirror mounted opposite of the marble, double-sink countertop. Sora figured that some previous occupant of her room must have been a bit vain to have installed such a monstrosity.

She turned to regard her naked self, with the sun shining around her like a nimbus. Normally, self-critical thoughts would have pestered her at a time like this, but now…

Her lips curled up into a wider smile as she reconsidered her petite, elfin body in light of her recent experiences and developing relationships. She took a full step forward to get a better look with a new outlook on things; one that had been emphatically explained to Sora by her new family. They loved the way she looked, and she liked how her sisters enjoyed her appearance.

The one thing she’d always liked about her body, even when she felt less than confident about herself, was her skin. Even to her eyes, it was a pleasantly warm shade of golden-brown, like caramel. The only visible blemish was a very small birthmark on the inside of her left ankle, and she had hardly any hair on her body at all, so there was nothing to hide its smoothness. She was not nearly as dark toned as Karin, who she thought was incredibly pretty. She liked the looks of her new sisters very much, actually. Karin was so exotic and enticing, while Ayaka had a creamy, beautiful complexion like you saw on clothing models.

She trailed her right hand up her bare tummy to touch the slight rise of her left breast. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Isana did the same thing when they’d last made love, but she liked doing it anyway. Gently teasing her nipple to get that pleasant tingly sensation, she felt it stiffen.

Sora knew she wasn’t destined to have large, gorgeous breasts and curves like Ayaka, but all of the other girls of her new family seemed to enjoy what she did have. Not even half an hour ago Isana had suckled on her nipples, which felt incredible, and her sisters had both done the same. She no longer felt ashamed of her slight figure.

Watching her reflection as she touched herself generated a sudden bubble of amusement when she realized what she was really doing, but she didn’t think to stop. Instead, she grew curious about her body in a way she had never truly allowed herself before. Sitting before the mirror on the cool tile, she spread her thin legs and scooted close until her knees were almost against her chest. If she was going to reevaluate herself, she decided, she was going to do things right this time. That meant taking a good look at everything.

Going back to where she’d let off, Sora resumed playing with her breasts, simply because it felt so good. The almost rubbery feel of her hard nipples was a really cool sensation, and they looked nice in the mirror, sticking up from her chest like little nubs. With her other hand, she stroked along the tops of her long ears, shivering at the pleasurable tingles that went down her back and settled somewhere down low. These things felt better when the others did it to her, but it was nice this way too. In fact, she felt a warm glow of happy pride when she grew hot and wet between her legs again.

Interested in her little puss, she reached downward, feeling the soft, wet outer lips that were now slightly open and glistening from her arousal. They were still a little puffy from the sex she’d had with Isana just a short while earlier. She was also very sensitive from being licked there, so the gentle caress of her fingertips felt really good.

Little moans escaped her lips, and she let them, knowing now after having sex with her whole family that the others enjoyed hearing her express herself, and she liked letting her emotions free, now that she didn’t have to hold them inside.

After several passes, she raised a wet finger, and before nervousness could stop her, popped it right into her mouth.

“It’s good!” she gasped in surprise, reaching down eagerly for more even as the strange liquid coated her tongue and her ears quivered with excitement. She’d been hesitant up until now about tasting herself, even after both Ayaka and Isana had used their mouths to make her feel amazing. That thought made her want to sigh, because she’d acted like a dummy again. There was nothing bad about it at all. The next time, she promised herself, she would use her mouth on them, especially since it felt so incredible and the other two really seemed to like doing it to her. She also wondered if the others tasted like she did, and what Ayaka’s pubic hair would feel like against her face.

Getting back to the important task at hand, she saw her little clitty peeking excitedly out again and gave it a little ‘hello’ rub-and-squeeze between her first and middle fingers, giggling reflexively at the sudden rush of good feelings and additional wetness that leaked out of her. Then she used the fingers of one hand to gently spread herself open to look inside, because she’d never thought of doing so before.

The interior of her puss glistened in the sunlight, It was very pink, with the more delicate inner lips framing it, all swollen and flushed from her renewed arousal. It was amazing, really, how good it felt to stroke herself there and rub along those pink folds. But what drew her curious gaze just now, was the tiny opening of her vagina. As she watched, a translucent drip of her juices dribbled out and down to her butthole.

She’d always thought that the doctor’s word for her puss, vagina, sounded kind of funny and dumb, but she decided it didn’t really matter what it was called, not right now. Putting her middle finger at the opening, she slowly pushed it all the way inside. The sensation made her toes want to curl, it felt so good, and she liked the way her finger was being squeezed by her internal muscles. And it felt even better if she rubbed her clit at the same time.

She did just that, occasionally pausing to lick her fingers, and noticed how her body was reacting the exact same way it did when she had sex. That odd sense of something tensing up inside her body, begging for release, was a big part of what she liked about it.

Sora was delighted with herself. Masturbating wasn’t that hard at all, and it felt really great! She was getting close to coming, too.

“What are you doing, honey?” Isana laughed delightedly, slinking in through the doorway, tail swishing from her happy mood. She too wore nothing at all and her pale skin, white hair, and pink nipples drew Sora’s eyes and made her pause with her finger in her mouth. She loved Isana a lot, and thought the young woman was incredibly beautiful.

Isana quickly slid around behind Sora, sat, and embraced her with strong arms and legs. Now they were both looking in the mirror at the young girl’s aroused body. Sora liked where Isana’s hands went as they touched her, especially when they began toying and pulling at her nipples again.

“I’m thinking,” she answered with a happy sigh, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. “And trying stuff out.”

A hot, wet tongue slid along her left ear for just a second, and then Isana said, “Still worried about being cute?”

“Not anymore,” Sora said with a shrug, now shivering with pleasure. She smiled and leaned back against her new ‘mom’. “I guess, maybe, I was being silly. I like all this stuff.”

A deep purr hummed from Isana’s chest against her back. Sora could also feel the hardened tips of her breasts. The smell of sex in the air was strong now. “I don’t mind if you’re silly, Sora. It’s just a part of you. But it seems like I interrupted something. Go ahead and finish. I just want to hold you some more.”

After the last few days and all the new experiences she’d had, it didn’t embarrass Sora to do just that. Only four days ago she would have blushed horribly at just the thought of being naked in Isana’s presence. Now she simply put her hands back where they’d been and returned to fingering herself. The addition of Isana’s hands sped things along and it only took a few minutes for an orgasm to quiver through her, one that lifted her butt off the tile floor, making her gasp aloud. It was a really good one.

When it was finished she automatically tasted herself, enjoying the glowing, warm feeling she always got after an orgasm. She was going to lick the fingers of the other hand too, but Isana gently snagged it and brought it to her own mouth, and cleaned Sora’s fingers with a slurping sound so deliberate that they both laughed.

The sight of her flushed body in the mirror Made Sora smile. She really liked how she looked, all wrapped up in Isana’s limbs and a happy smile on her face. It wasn’t hard to imagine herself in a similar position with her sisters.

“That looked like it felt pretty nice,” Isana said, nuzzling Sora’s left ear. “I thought I’d worn you out, though.”

“I got better!” Sora replied, laughing and enjoying the moment. “I like all this sex stuff.”

“So it seems,” Isana chuckled, squeezing her tightly for just a second. “But you forgot about the bath, I think.”

“Oh, no!” She had forgotten, and squirmed to look in the direction of the tub. She could hear the water splashing close to the top.

Isana let her free, and Sora quickly raced over to turn off the faucet. There was only about two centimeters of space between the water’s surface and the lip of the tub. That had cut it a little close. A bit more, and there would have been a mess.

“Just drain a little bit out and it should be good,” Isana suggested, coming up behind Sora and hugging her around the waist.

Sora was quick to comply, stopping when Isana indicated. The older woman nodded, satisfied. “Well, let’s get in, honey. We can’t keep the others waiting all day for us.”

They stepped over and into the water, sinking down into the heat. Sora got a laugh out of seeing the wet mess Isana’s furry white tail became once it was soaked. In response, Isana gave her a smile and snagged the new soap from the tray set in the back wall. A short while later, Sora found herself thoroughly washed and nearly tickled to death. Apparently having sex with someone can also show that same person where all your sensitive spots were. While Isana washed herself with a pleased and proud grin, Sora could only watch in appreciation and breathe deeply to recover her wits. Baths were especially fun if you had a friend to enjoy them with.

Slouching down into the water was relaxing, and Sora let her mind wander. She felt something nice inside herself and realized her magic place was almost humming, like music. When she focused inward on the sensations, her vision slowly changed the weird way it did when Isana fully awakened their magic.

Cloudy, bluish tendrils of light were wafting out and away from her, and more wisps filled the inside of the water in the tub. The water seemed to move with that light. The walls, floors, and ceilings were entirely translucent and she could see other colors there and feel them in a strange and funny way she couldn’t describe very well. Many lines of obviously ordered magic seemed to be forming in patterns, shapes, and symbols inside the house’s rooms and outside too. Looking down again, she saw two very bright spots that were close together.

The golden colored one, with roots running outside of the house and into the forest, almost immediately blazed hotter at her attention, and warmth she couldn’t fully attribute to the bath filled her. A tendril of that golden light reached out to touch her in a way she somehow knew was affectionate and loving. Then she remembered, just as the other glowing spot began flickering, popping and shimmering, that she’d seen and felt this before. “Ayaka?” she said aloud in awe. The golden magic pulsed in response, a clear yes.

Then magic blazed up right next to her and a white glow gently encompassed Ayaka’s tendril and guided it back to its source. Sora adjusted herself so she could watch Isana caress Ayaka’s representation in this weird world, and the golden ball settled back down to a tiny sun neighboring what she knew to be Karin’s. It was now a cheery red and like before it seemed to sizzle with energy. Isana touched her too, quieting the magic.

“What am I seeing?” she asked.

“It has many different names. Actually, I was hoping to save the magic lessons for after breakfast,” Isana chuckled. “Wait until I can explain it to all three of you, Okay?”

“It’s so pretty,” Sora said softly. Then she frowned at the feeling of something like a mild pressure against her awareness and a little tingle that seemed to come from one direction. She focused that way and somehow understood what it was, like some kind of strange instinct. Far beyond what her normal sight would register even if the forest was gone, she saw something. She spoke without really thinking about it. “I think it’s going to rain later.”

“I don’t doubt that, with this much humidity,” Isana agreed.

Sora suddenly felt a hand clasp hers and there was another tingle of magic, this time directed at her. “Ah!” It was a pleased exclamation from Isana. “It looks like you might be a natural weather witch, Sora.”

“What’s that?” the young girl asked, feeling more and more new stuff now that she was looking around with this weird sight outside the walls of the house. It was like she could always recognize the way the air was moving around her.

Isana explained. “Well, most witches can become proficient at predicting the weather given enough time, but sometimes a witch like you can do it very accurately and instinctively, without the aid of spells and such. You also seem to have a natural affinity for air and water. It would explain why the uncontrolled outburst you told me about resulted in a mini rainstorm.”

“Is that good?” Sora asked. It sounded cool.

“Oh, sure it is!” Isana laughed, hugging the girl, both of them still in the water. “People will happily pay you to tell them about the weather that is coming days in advance with near perfect accuracy. And the affinity just means it’ll be easier and take less energy for you to manipulate those things with magic. There are a lot of applications for air and water with magic.”

“Neat!” she paused. “Um… how do I make the weirdness go away, though?”

“Oh, it’s just like the aura control I told you guys about yesterday. Just imagine pulling the magic back inside you. In this case, back inside your eyes.”

Sora breathed deeply and tried to do that. It turned out to be shockingly easy. The expectation of a struggle left her feeling a sense of anticlimax when she looked at Isana with perfectly normal eyesight. But Isana seemed very happy for her, and delighted by what she’d done. She leaned in and gave her student a brief kiss.

“That was kind of fun,” Sora commented, smiling back.

“With the way things have been going lately, I’m tempted never to bathe or sleep alone again! You girls are a damn godsend.” Isana laughed, pulling her in closer, which sloshed the water dangerously. “Now, I think I’m ready to get back to relaxing. Cuddle with me.”

“You like baths too?” Sora closed her eyes, trusting Isana to hold her up.

“Oh I sure do. Maybe it’s one of my cat-like qualities, but I like getting clean.”

“I just think it feels nice and relaxing,” Sora murmured, then sighed when a hand softly caressed her butt. Isana had made sure to clean her very well back there when Sora commented on how much Ayaka had liked touching her butthole. She would have to remember to do that too from now on.

They stayed in the water for a long time, ignoring their wrinkling skin as long as the water remained hot. Isana said she could have used magic to heat it right back up, but theirs was a long enough bath as it was, and Isana claimed it would tire her out. “Best to save your magic for when it’s really needed,” she said.

When they finally climbed out, a simple wave of Isana’s hand dried them from head to toe, leaving two balls of water that Isana tossed into the draining tub. “On the other hand, this is really easy to do,” she said. All the while, she kept looking at Sora with a pleased smile.

“What is it?” Sora finally asked when those glances made her feel a little self-conscious. “You’re staring at me.”

Isana’s smile only grew wider, and she leaned in to give Sora another quick kiss. “Oh, I was wondering where that shy young girl went, the one I met last week.”

“She’s still here,” Sora replied with a quiet giggle, putting a hand to her naked chest. “It’s just that I trust you guys now. I feel safe here.”

“Clearly,” Isana grinned, placing her hands on hips to display her own nudity. “I think you’ve probably been naked more than clothed since you got here. All of us have!”

“It’s been fun!” Sora laughed back, ears quivering a little in amusement. “I like going without clothes.”

“Well, how about we both get dressed – for now, at least – and we can join your sisters for breakfast? I’m getting hungry.”

“Sure!”

“Good,” Isana nodded, ruffled Sora’s hair, then left, with a parting twitch of her tail as she went.

For the most part, Isana had kept to Ayaka’s sorted piles when putting her clothes into the dresser of her new, bigger bedroom. The wallpaper was, according to Isana, nautically themed. Sora had never seen a real boat in her life, so she barely had an idea what that meant, but the repeating pattern was of different colored flags and a ship’s steering wheel.

She dressed quickly in just a skirt and sleeveless shirt, since all her new stuff was still downstairs in the bags from the stores. She also spent enough time to brush her hair a bit so it looked nice.

This new desire to look good for her sisters and Isana was strange, but enjoyable too. Normally, she wouldn’t have cared that her hair was a little disorderly, but now one look in the mirror had been enough to make her reach for the hairbrush. She appreciated how the others had complimented her on her looks, and wanted to keep them liking what they saw. There was no way, she knew, that Isana, Ayaka or Karin would say bad things to her, but she primped anyway, at least until Isana popped back through the door.

“Leave your poor hair alone, girl!” Isana chided, coming over to take the brush away. She’d dressed in a pair of jeans and button-up blouse, and had obviously spent some time of her own on grooming. Her tail was super fluffy, as were the bits of fur on her cat ears. She looked clean and competent, not at all like she’d thrown something on in a hurry.

Sora had a good idea why that was, and made a silent bet with herself about it. “I look good, then?” she asked instead.

“Tsk, you know you do,” Isana replied with a smirk and a wrinkling of her little nose. “Now come on.”

Without even really thinking about it, Sora held out her hand and felt a sense of comfort when Isana took it. Being loved was the most amazing thing, and that warm train of thought carried them through the upper floor halls and down the main stairwell.

In the spacious and very welcoming living room, they found Karin and Ayaka together, sitting on the couch. Ayaka was bending over to examine something on the table before her and Karin was leaning closely against her, looking on as well.

Both girls looked up at the same time. They too were already dressed for the day. Karin was in shorts and t-shirt, and Ayaka wore a knee-length skirt and a tank top that accented her large breasts. Now that Sora was so well acquainted with her new sister’s body, it was hard not to stare. Akaya’s pleased smile made it clear that she was on display intentionally.

“Good morning,” Isana said cheerfully.

“Oh, we already felt your ‘good morning,'” Ayaka said in return.

Sora flicked her ears at the delight she saw in Ayaka’s eyes as the girl got up and came towards them, practically flowing into Isana arms. They kissed slow and deep, like passionate lovers, gently caressing one another. Sora grinned, knowing she’d just won the bet she made with herself. Isana and Ayaka didn’t just love each other; they loved each other in a we-should-get-married-and-have-kids way.

“Sorry, I can’t match that,” Karin said with a laugh as she approached Sora.

“I don’t mind,” Sora replied, happily letting Karin hug, then kiss her for a long, lovely moment. When they separated, she decided her life couldn’t be more perfect.

Next to them, Isana and Ayaka were gazing blissfully into each other’s eyes. Then Ayaka’s gaze shifted to Sora, and the younger girl felt herself glow with a happiness that was downright explosive.

“I felt you, Sora,” Ayaka said, reaching out a hand that Sora eagerly accepted. “We both did.”

She knew it was her turn when Ayaka gently tilted her face up and their lips met. This kiss wasn’t a hungry, lets-have-sex-right-now one,but it still made her tingle and her heart race. She was absolutely sure no one could kiss like Ayaka did. It made you go ‘WOW’ inside your head and the world kind of drifted away. It also helped that Karin’s hands were exploring beneath her skirt.

“Okay, okay, let’s not get carried away here,” Isana chuckled. “I know we’re all a little worked up, and you guys are new to the whole sex thing… but we need to have some kind of self-control around here or nothing will ever get done. You’ve got a lot to learn about magic today, and I’m looking forward to teaching it. We can’t do that if everyone gets worked up again.”

“Plus, you and Sora are still hungry,” Ayaka said knowingly. “Karin and I were waiting for you two before we got started on breakfast.”

“What are you doing with those?” Sora asked, pointing at the table. Two shirts were laid flat across it, side by side.

“Trying to help Karin,” Ayaka replied, smiling at the girl in question. Karin answered with an amused snort. “We’re debating on how to modify her new clothes for her wings.”

“Show me!” Isana said quickly, taking interest.

Ayaka brought them back over to the table. “See this one?” She pointed to a plain blue t-shirt with a trapezoidal shape cut out of the back. “This is one of Karin’s old shirts with openings for her wings. I was wondering if we ought to do the same for her new clothes. Seems to me that cutting a pair of slits would work better.”

“That other shirt looks like one of yours,” Isana said, gesturing at the second garment.

“It is,” Ayaka nodded. “I’m using one I don’t care about messing up. The hard part about doing slits is measuring for them. Each shirt has to be different.”

“Oooh, that does sound difficult. Maybe even annoying,” Isana agreed, pursing her lips in thought.

“What did you do in the winter, Karin?” Sora asked, fingering a hole in her sister’s shirt. “Don’t your wings get cold?”

“Nope!” Karin grinned at her. “This nice lady made wing mittens for me. They’re really warm and soft with felt on the inside. But as I was telling Ayaka, I don’t mind having holes cut out of of my clothes. I like showing some skin.”

“It’s certainly easier to make,” Isana agreed. “Here, let me try something.”

She picked up Ayaka’s old shirt. A shiver of magic ran through the room and they all watched with widening eyes as the threads of the shirt squirmed, moved, unwove and rewove themselves. After only several minutes of work, Isana had made an exact copy of the cutout. The excess material sat to one side on the table She handed the shirt to Karin. “Try it on.”

Shrugging, Karin took off her current shirt. She was wearing one of her new undershirts, and Sora stared, licking her lips. “That looks so pretty,” she said, even though she’d already seen Karin wear it at the lingerie store. It was beautiful, and made Karin look a little older somehow.

“Huh.” Karin looked down at herself. The white, silken material hung nicely over her athletic figure. “Ayaka wanted to get these clothes we bought sorted out, and I wanted to wear this again when I saw it, so I did. I’m not the only one wearing new stuff, though.”

In one quick move, Karin slipped behind Ayaka, yanking up her shirt. To Sora’s surprise, Ayaka didn’t even bother to stop her. Instead, Ayaka held the garment up, giving everyone a good look.

A sharp intake of breath made the three girls look at Isana. She was staring at Ayaka’s breasts, barely concealed by one of the girl’s new bras. It was white and practically transparent. It was also what gave Ayaka all that nice cleavage. Without even asking, Isana reached out and lightly fondled Ayaka’s right breast, running her fingertips over the material.

“You like seeing me wear stuff like this, right?” Ayaka asked Isana.

Isana blinked, and then gave her students a chagrined smile as she withdrew her hand. “Yeah, I love sexy lingerie on a beautiful girl. I had to restrain myself when we were in the store. I was tempted to touch all three of you, actually. It’s a personal weakness of mine. I didn’t see you try this one on, though. You look stunning in itl.”

“Good to know,” Ayaka replied with a wink.

Sora noticed something odd about her sister. “What are those red marks?” she asked. Moving to get a better look, she pointed at Ayaka. “They’re all over your back.”

For some reason, Karin’s face got a bit flushed as Isana moved to look. Ayaka, however, didn’t seem to be concerned, while Isana raised a curious eyebrow at Karin.

“Those are from me,” Karin admitted, sighing. “I don’t really remember making them, because Ayaka is some kind of sex monster. I just remember screaming stuff and worrying I might be wetting the bed or something. Then I fell asleep.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time,” Ayaka replied with a snicker, then cooed softly when Isana placed a hand on her back. There was a stronger pulse of magic this time, and all the scratches healed over in only a second or two. Dropping her shirt, Ayaka turned and gave Isana a hug. “Thank you.”

“Why did Karin scratch you?” Sora asked, not quite getting what they were talking about. She knew it had something to do with Ayaka and Karin having sex last night, but not much else.

“I didn’t mean to!” Karin protested, pouting prettily at Ayaka. Sora loved those dark lips. She wanted to kiss them again. “She was on top of me and I was feeling really, really good… and I think I just started grabbing at her really hard. We got kind of crazy, but it was awesome.”

“Just be careful next time, please,” Isana sighed, giving them all a look of amused resignation. “Okay, enough of this for now. It’s time for breakfast. We need to start your real lessons, and talk about more important things.”

Nodding their acceptance, the girls followed Isana into the kitchen. All the things they’d bought the day before had been sorted into distinct piles. One each for the girls’ personal items and clothes, one for Isana, and one for household items like detergent. These were in the back corner of the kitchen. Isana ignored them and headed for the pantry.

After a moment, the group decided cold cereal and fruit would be just fine to start off the day. While Sora and Karin got bowls and silverware, Ayaka retrieved cartons of milk and juice from the cooler. It was not, as Isana explained, a normal refrigerator since it used magic to slowly draw heat from the inside to a wide metal plate on the back until a certain low temperature was maintained.

Isana was seated at the table while she explained this, because Ayaka made her sit while she and her sisters got everything ready for the morning meal. Once they were all seated, she was between Karin and Ayaka on the bench.

“So what was that earlier, Sora?” Karin asked after they’d all had a few minutes to eat.

“Yeah, I felt Sora looking at me, too,” Ayaka agreed, giving her little sister a wide smile. Sora smiled back, knowing the moment had been a special one. “Then I just reached out to her without even thinking about it. Was that my aura again?”

“Well,” Isana replied, “answering Ayaka’s question will partially answer yours, Karin. Yes, it was much the same as an aura, but with active magic. Using magical power is, at its most absolute basic, the focus of  witches’ will to draw out and use energy. Ayaka, you felt Sora’s gaze because she was looking at you with magic and because you love each other, so you naturally extended a ‘hand’ of magic to her to accept the touch. But since it was mostly uncontrolled, it contained your thoughts, and Sora could feel those as well.”

“But we could see it too,” Karin said. She looked down at her hands. “I saw you touch me.”

“Yes,” Isana gave Sora a knowing smile. “It has a few names, like witch sight, mantic sight, third eye, inner eye, and some others. As you saw, it’s quite useful for letting you see active magic immediately around you. Unfortunately, it can also be tiring to use for long periods, and if you tried to walk through the forest, you’d probably plow face first into a tree. You think you see a forest, but it’s actually your brain’s reconstruction of one, not the actual forest you’ll be smacking into.”

“I kind of saw the house, too,” Sora protested. “It looked like glass.”

“Yes, because a house this old has gained a degree of permanence in the world, and also it showed up like it did because I’ve inlaid a number of protective spells upon it for safety and utility. Another important reason is because my place of power is here.”

“Okay,” Karin eagerly leaned forward. “You know you have to tell us about that last part.”

“I was trying to get you interested just then… guess it worked!” Isana replied with a grin, making them all laugh. “Magic itself has only recently risen to prominence in the world, so there’s a lot about it that’s unknown, and still being discovered or defined. I believe that, like physics and math, many generations will be spent figuring things out. I want you three to be inquisitive, and to realize there is a lot to learn. Magic is also very personal and there will be differences between each of you and me.”

Sora was thrilled by Isana’s words. The mystery of it all was tickling at her brain. She wanted to learn alongside her sisters and discover their unique magic along with hers. “When do we start?” she asked.

“Hmm,” Isana cast her gaze around the table in an assessing manner. “Are we done with breakfast?”

“We are,” Ayaka answered for them all, already moving to collect the dirty dishes. No one disagreed, so Sora handed her bowl and glass over. She hadn’t even noticed what she’d eaten

“That’s one chore that will get much simpler for all of you,” Isana remarked as they all slid out of the nook.

“Why?” Sora asked, happily accepting Karin’s offer to help her stand up.

“Magic is much like learning to play a sport, like baseball,” Isana explained after a moment of thought. “At first it’s awkward and hard to swing a bat and throw a ball the right way every time without concentrating on the task. But eventually, your brain and muscles learn those motions so well that it takes hardly any thought at all to make them. Your brain does all the hard work for you.”

“Muscle memory?” Ayaka asked from the sink. The sun was coming in through the kitchen window and her long, lush hair was pretty and soft looking in the morning light.

“Yes, exactly,” Isana nodded, pleased. “I’m going to have you use magic for everything as you learn. You will wash dishes with magic, clean floors with magic, and anything else you can. When you see a magic user actually speak or make a spell with their hands, it’s because it hasn’t been ingrained deep enough for them to simply do it by thinking. For example, I used a small bit of magic to dry Sora and me off after our bath earlier, because I’ve been drying myself that way since I was eleven. This way, you’ll always be ready to deal with everyday problems, and your magic will grow healthy and strong.”

Before she could say more, a deep buzzer sounded from the basement. Isana glanced toward Ayaka. “You figured out the washer and dryer?”

“Yeah,” Ayaka answered, toweling her hands. The dishes were stacked neatly in the drying rack. She came over to join the rest of them. “Karin and I made a mess out of my bed sheets and they needed washing. I used one like yours before, so it wasn’t hard.”

“Then you can show your sisters how as well,” Isana told her. She clapped her hands briskly. “All right, girls – let’s get to work!”

On to Chapter Twelve!

By Nuit du Loup

Though she knew it was a little presumptuous, Ayaka was feeling very confident in the love she had for her new family. She’d never felt so at peace. That’s why she was so happy to be doing something as simple as going on a shopping trip with Isana and her two younger sisters.

As she opened the passenger-side door of Isana’s truck, stepped off the runner and lifted herself up into the seat, she closed her eyes and let the scent of the vehicle’s interior tease her nose. It smelled strongly of its owner, and she enjoyed that immensely. That comforting smell alone was enough to send a frisson of delight through her young body, despite the fact that she’d only just finished making love with Sora in the shower. And speaking of Sora…

Ayaka casually cast her green-eyed gaze over the seat into the back to watch as her new little sisters as they buckled into their seats. Sora was wearing her old dress well. She looked very pretty, the dress showing off her cute body in a very flattering way.

Sora saw her looking, and her smile grew a little wider at the shared moment. Ayaka returned the smile, feeling a small echo between her legs of the pleasure they’d shared.

“Come on, slowpoke!” Isana chided her in a playful tone, climbing into the driver’s seat and tucking her fluffy white tail around herself. “We can’t get moving until you’re buckled in too. I’m responsible for you girls.”

“We know you care,” Ayaka smiled, pulling down the seatbelt.

“She and Sora were just flirting some more,” Karin teased.

“Understandable, I suppose,” Isana said, smirking. She set her small leather purse into an alcove in the center island. “That is a cute dress, Sora.”

“Ayaka let me wear it,” Sora replied. Ayaka could almost hear her blushing. “She said me and Karin could borrow her stuff if we ask.”

“Me too?” Karin asked eagerly.

“Of course you can,” Ayaka replied instantly, wishing she could turn to look at her directly. Now that they were all in the enclosed space, their scents were wafting around, tickling her nose. Until Isana, she’d never met another person with her level of smell sensitivity. Sora’s was a lovely, sweet smell, combined with the soap from their shower and a lingering trace of her arousal. Karin’s scent was a little earthier, but very pleasant. Karin’s arousal was there too, combined with her own and Isana’s. Each personal scent had tiny nuances that changed slightly with their mood and health that she could pick up on. It was easier to learn what nuance went with what when she could observe a person for a while. “Sisters are supposed to share stuff, and I want to do what I can.”

“And speaking of clothes, we should get this little day trip started,” Isana announced. She pulled her ring of keys out from her purse and without even looking, slid a key into the starter. Instead of the rough grumble of a gasoline or alcohol engine, Isana’s truck starting was a deep hum that one could feel in her chest. With it came a newer sensation. Through that gate inside her, she could feel the magic stored in the truck being converted into mechanical motion. How that took place was unknown to her, of course, but the magic was a part of her, even more than before.

“That kind of tickles,” Karin commented from the back.

“You’ll get used to feeling magic soon enough,” Isana chuckled. This time when she waved her hand at the garage door, Ayaka saw the small glimmer of magic she gathered, seemed to mold and cast out. It flashed, and a corresponding flow of magic pulled the chains that lifted the door. Isana rolled the truck out and closed it behind them.

Unable to resist, Ayaka rolled down her window and took a deep breath of the forest smells. A rush of life and energy surrounded her, which was suffused into her body. It seemed to acknowledge her small part in its vastness. There were no words, of course, but there was a sense of greeting coming from all directions at once. Unconsciously, her gate opened a little and her magic mingled with that of the living world. Just rolling down Isana’s driveway was exciting from that perspective. They stopped at the road, and Isana reached over to gently run a hand up her thigh.

Ayaka had deliberately chosen a pair of jeans that were quite old and worn. The fabric was thin and showed off her legs, and she could feel every little thing through them. Isana’s soft touch made her shiver in the state she was in.

“Ayaka, kitten,” Isana said, voice just as gentle as her touch, but filled with warm affection. The words were enough to calm her mind again. “Please, I can’t drive with you radiating like that. It’s… very distracting.”

“Sorry,” Ayaka said sheepishly. Magic was leaking out from her like an invisible fog. She could see now that it was washing outward over the others.

“Not entirely your fault,” Isana smiled. “It just means we need to have a quick lesson. Imagine pulling your aura around you like a blanket. Then, gently close yourself to the flow of the magic.”

Ayaka tried to do that. Slowly, her aura responded to the mental command and she pulled it into herself. Then she focused on closing her life-gate. It obeyed immediately. When her magic dissipated, there were four almost simultaneous breaths of relief in the truck.

“Wow,” Karin said with a pleased burr to her voice. “That was kinda cool.”

“Lesson number two,” Isana announced. “All your magic is unique to each of you, but things like that will probably happen. It’s easy to let your aura leak out like that, and that will feel odd to non-magic users, especially if it carries an emotional side-band, like Ayaka’s. Try to hold your aura to you when in public, because otherwise, it can cause hassle and confusion. I do it out of reflex at this point. That was kind of a nice feeling though, Ayaka.”

Ayaka just smiled. It was embarrassing, but she’d already known that this whole magic thing was going to be interesting, and come with strange problems attached. Mostly though, she just felt a little warmed inside from Isana casually addressing her as “kitten.”. There’d been no hint of condescension in it, or sarcasm. It made her all the happier for choosing to spend last night with Isana, giving the woman her trust and the first glimmers of real love. Ayaka wished they weren’t driving so she could kiss her, among other things, but there was time for that later.

At that thought, Ayaka chastised herself. Only ten minutes from making love with Sora, and she was getting excited all over again, though it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. Even before having sex with Isana last night, she’d known she was a very sensual person. She was used to masturbating two or three times a day and usually to more than one orgasm each time to feel satisfied. Only recently had Ayaka come to realize that she was only interested in other girls and women, after wondering about it since she was eight, when she first started having sexual thoughts.

This whole magic thing, though, was fiddling with her libido in a most interesting way. Taking long, slow breaths, she tried to banish her desire. It seemed to work – at least until Karin’s voice drifted forward.

She was apparently trying to whisper, but it was still loud enough to be heard. “So, what was she like?” Karin said in a low tone. Ayaka imagined Karen’s lips were close to Sora’s cutely expressive ears. Her own cheeks were flushed at this choice of topic, though, and Karin’s voice was kind of sexy when she spoke softly like that.

“You mean with Ayaka?” Sora whispered back. From the corner of her eye, Ayaka partially saw her leaning closer towards Karin.

“Yeah!” Karin enthused eagerly, still vainly trying to whisper. “She looked like she was gonna eat you alive there… and you guys were pretty noisy.”

“We told you! That was the magic stuff!” Sora complained, clearly embarrassed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Karin chuckled. “So? You obviously had a great time with her… Look, you’re blushing!.”

“Whatever! Fine, I’ll tell you,” Sora began. Ayaka could practically see Isana’s ears growing, and her smile was one of great amusement. “It was really intense, but in a good way. From her first crazy kiss until the end, my heart was beating so fast. She did stuff I never even thought of, and it was all amazing. I don’t think I can even take a shower without remembering what we did, and I know I’m looking forward to the next time.”

Ayaka was blushing at Sora’s praise, while Karen laughed. “How can a kiss be crazy?” she said.

“I don’t know,” Sora giggled. “It just was. I got all tingly from it, and I wanted her to kiss me like that forever. Ayaka’s kisses made me forget the world even existed, and there was nothing but the two of us.”

Isana glanced at Ayaka as she continued driving down the dusty road, giving the girl an amused smile. Then she gave a small cough to interrupt the conversation in the back. “Ladies, much as I’m sure Ayaka is enjoying the flattery, discussions like this should probably be avoided when you’re in public.”

“You heard us!” Karin said with alarm.

“Um, yes we did,” Ayaka responded, unable to restrain a smile of her own. “But I don’t mind. It’s not like I have anything to hide from either of you. Though I am happy to hear how much Sora enjoyed herself.”

“Uhhh, are we doing anything wrong?” Sora asked Isana, sounding a little worried.

“Not at all,” Isana quickly replied. “The laws regarding relationships like ours have been around for a while now and are clearly written. However, the law and public opinion are two different things. Most people know at least a hint of what witches are like these days. But seeing young girls like you openly talking about your sexuality might make them uncomfortable. You can show affection towards each other without a problem, but I wouldn’t do anything more overt, like blatantly sexual touching. In other words, Sora, you can show and say that you love Karin, maybe share a light kiss, but don’t start making out with her or anything else like that until people get used to seeing the four of us together.”

“Good to know,” Ayaka nodded, mentally filing that bit of info. “Not that I planned on getting that frisky in front of just anyone.”

They kept a good-natured chat going until the truck rolled to a gentle stop at the guard station on the road. The city of Arbor hadn’t bothered with such measures, and she found it comforting that this town actively chose to protect its people. Isana shared a quick, joking exchange with an impressively armed man in uniform and they were passed through without a hitch.

After about two miles, the road became paved and the ride was much smoother, with houses starting to appear. Unlike Arbor, the town of Willis was an amalgamation of old and new in a confusing hodgepodge of buildings, ruins, and lush overgrown spaces. Though it seemed a little disheveled at first, Ayaka quickly realized that this town wasn’t trying to hold back the resurgence of Mother Nature. Instead, they were willingly letting it move in with them and play a part in the town’s atmosphere. No property was without trees or bushes, and there were barely any lawns to be seen.

They rolled down one street of small businesses, like dentist offices and realtors, with their signs mounted from trees in front of their buildings. Shade was the rule here, and it felt good with the breeze that was slowly picking up.

“Where are we headed first?” Karin asked, leaning forward through the open middle of the front seats.

“I thought we’d get ourselves something to eat first, then do our shopping,” Isana replied, turning a corner. “I know of a really good place I want you girls to try before it gets busy.”

“Food sounds good to me,” Sora eagerly volunteered. Now that her shyness around them had dissipated, her sunny disposition was shining brightly. “What kind of place is it?”

“You’ll see in a moment,” Isana chuckled, clearly enjoying her moment of mystery.

They were in a busy commercial area now, and there was more traffic on the road with them. Most of their fellow motorists were in alcohol-fueled cars and trucks, with a scattered number of horses and bicycles. Isana started slowing at an elaborately carved sign that read MARCIA’S, in a weather-worn cursive script that was actually a bit charming. The driveway emptied into a spacious lot of gravel occupied by half a dozen other vehicles. A brown-and-white horse in full tack was tied at a post, calmly eating out of a wide wooden trough without a care in the world. Isana chose a spot in line with the other cars and parked. “All right girls, here we are!” she proudly declared.

“Where’s here?” Karin asked as they all climbed out of the truck. Ayaka was quite conscious of Karin’s interested gaze when she smoothed out her jeans, but made nothing of it. Instead, Ayaka’s attention was caught by the intriguing smell in the air after the dust started to settle. It made her mouth water almost immediately.

“You’ll find out inside,” Isana said, a mischievous grin set wide, an eagerly twitching tail going behind her. She led them across the lot, up a short set of wooden stairs with grip-strips, and into a wide foyer and waiting area. Standing at a small podium in the entryway to the rest of the building was an older girl in her late teens or early twenties with straw-blonde hair, looking perky and attractive in a smart uniform.

“Afternoon! Welcome to Marcia’s!” the girl exclaimed. “Wonderful to see you again, Isana… and a hearty welcome to you girls! Would you prefer a booth or a table?”

“A table should do fine. Thanks, Talia,” Isana replied.

“Sure thing!” Talia responded. “Follow me!”

The dining room of the restaurant seemed very pleasant, with an emphasis on being very light and open. The tables were grouped around low half-walls, all made of tastefully painted wood. The outer walls had large windows that let in the sunlight. One was cracked open for fresh air.

At various tables sat the other diners. Most were in pairs or small groups. The sole loner was a tall, gray-haired man sitting at a small table with an empty plate and a book before him. From his jeans and boots, Ayaka guessed him to be the owner of the horse. When they passed the first occupied table, she saw what they were eating and got a good whiff as well.

“Pizza?!” Karin gasped, beating Ayaka to the exclamation. Her fascinating, ruby-colored eyes were wide open.

“Yes, pizza – Italian, to be specific,” Isana said. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“They didn’t know what kind of place this was?” Talia asked as she led them to a table two over from the nearest group. She politely pulled out all four chairs for them. Ayaka deliberately sat next to Isana and smiled when Karin took the seat across from hers. Even though she was just in a t-shirt and jeans, Karin was still quite pleasant to look at and she let her expression show that.

Isana laughed “Nope, I made it a surprise. “And now I can finally qualify for the Lunch for Four special!”

“Is that what you’d like?”

“Yes, please!” Isana nodded and then looked around the table. “It’s two large pizzas, salad, cheese sticks and soda. Sound good?”

“I think we can trust you,” Ayaka said after sharing happy looks with her younger sisters. “Can I have iced tea instead of soda, though?”

“Sure!” Talia answered. The others made their beverage requests. Sora requested a lemon-lime soda, Isana got a cola, and Karin grinned when she ordered a cherry pop.

“They never had cherry soda at the orphanage,” Karin explained. “Whenever we had special dinners or whatever, they always chose the same, usual kinds. I only got to have some at school.”

Ayaka thought they’d have to wait a bit for their food to arrive, but this was one of those places that make their more popular items almost continuously during the busy hours of the day. In less than ten minutes Talia returned with another server and laid out one pizza covered almost entirely by sizzling pepperoni rounds, and a cheese pie that was so fresh from the oven that its topping was still bubbly. Next to come was a large tossed salad and a basket of cheese and garlic breadsticks.

When the plates were set and drinks poured, Talia lifted a slicer from her tray and deftly divided the pizzas with quick, professional strokes.

They each took a bit of everything, and then Ayaka lifted her first slice of pepperoni pizza to her mouth and took a generous bite. It was one of the single most delicious things she’d ever eaten. She was so involved in the taste and smell, that she completely ignored the tiny line of grease oozing down her chin until she felt a paper napkin wipe it clean.

She blinked back into focus and stared into Karin’s beautiful, laughing eyes, now inches from her own.

“Better?” her sister asked, smirking pleasantly as she sat back.

“Your eyes kinda went all… far away for a bit,” Sora added, her long ears perking up cutely.

Blushing a little, Ayaka set the remainder of the slice on her plate, absently licking her fingers clean. “It really was that tasty, at least to me. I loved it!”

“Then I’m glad we came here,” Isana said, casually touching her thigh. “I rather like that expression you made.”

From there lunch just got better. Ayaka loved the casual banter that already made them feel so much like a family. Karin’s gift for cheerful teasing was quite enjoyable and for a quiet girl, Sora had quite a few amusing anecdotes about things she’d seen at their old home. Seeing her get so animated in the retelling was a lot of fun. Then there was Isana, who genuinely seemed curious about all three of ‘her’ girls. Combine all that with such great food, and it was an amazing experience. By the time they walked back to the truck, everyone was well fed and happy.

“I feel fat now,” Karin remarked with a laughing sigh as she slumped back into the truck seat. “Does my stomach look bigger, Sora?” She tugged her top up, baring her belly.

“No, it still looks nice,” Sora answered frankly, enjoying the view Karin was giving her.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Karin… I ate more than both of you,” Ayaka quipped. She was sorely tempted to let the seat back a little and take a nap. Instead she curled a leg under herself and leaned against the door as a halfway appeasement to her body. “I feel huge.”

“Don’t worry, Ayaka. I still think you’re really hot!” Karin teased with a bark of laughter. Her eyes said the comment was a truthful one.

“Thank you, Karin,” Ayaka chuckled, thrilled by the compliment. “Where are we off to next, Isana?”

“Somewhere that will provide us a little exercise, to burn off that lunch,” Isana answered, starting the truck back up. “It’ll only take us a few minutes to get there, but then we have to walk.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ayaka sighed, relaxing against the door. Good as that pizza had been, she knew that it was a food to be eaten sparingly. Her body couldn’t handle much more than that. Leaning to the side as she was, Ayaka could see partially into the backseat where Sora appeared to be in a similar state, except she had Karin to lean against. Ayaka wanted to cuddle with someone, too, but… Oh well, I’ll be sure to make up for it later.

She recognized the streets now as some of the ones they’d gone down on their way to Isana’s, then her own house. That meant they were close to the hotel where they’d first met. That night was firmly planted in her memories.

Their destination was even more surprising than anything else thus far. Apparently, when the town was rebuilt after the Fall, the residents had decided to forgo the older, traditional town center style of planning. Instead, they’d built what Isana’s truck was now approaching, a large, semi-enclosed mall. The signs at the entrance to the parking lot indicated that not only was this a predominant area of commerce, it contained as well a number of civic facilities, including the town council building. The lot was a large, concrete space with numerous islands of greenery throughout. It fronted up to a kind of permanent pavilion area that acted as the main entrance to the mall.

The shopping center was only a ten minute drive from the restaurant, but the sight of the place left the girls silently astonished when Isana pulled into the lot, which was filled by a sizable number of vehicles of all varieties, including an unpaved area for horses and wagons. Ayaka remembered being told that the town was a small one, with an estimated population of 5,500 or so. From the number of people that seemed to be there, she figured this had to be the primary shopping location for the area.

It was built like the rest of the town – incorporating trees and bushes, but in a semi-arcade style. Instead of one massive structure standing in monolithic dominance, the shopping center was spread out over a wide area using multiple disparate buildings. Arched glass roofs covered the avenue walkways so that sunlight fell unimpeded onto the incorporated gardens. Even from the parking lot, Ayaka was impressed.

“Wow,” Karin breathed, leaning far forward over the seat to peer through the windshield. “That’s so cool!”

Since she was so close, Ayaka shifted in her seat and touched her cheek affectionately to Karin’s as they both took in the scenery. They both let out soft sighs and Ayaka felt a quick flash of magic from her sister, carrying a distinct twinge of pleasure. “This is an interesting town,” she said, then gave Karen a quick, loving peck on the cheek. “But we won’t see very much from inside the truck. I’m looking forward to helping you and Sora find new clothes.”

“Heh, is that where we are going first?” Karin asked Isana, with a definite tinge of red to her face. Her hand absently stroked the place Ayaka had kissed.

“Oh, I thought we’d get the household stuff out of the way, so we can have the rest of the afternoon and evening for fun,” Isana replied jovially. “It’s been a while since I’ve shopped with other girls, and I’m looking forward to that part too. So let’s head over so I can show you around!”

When they climbed out this time, they all felt and watched Isana lock her truck with a quick bit of magic. It was a neat little trick, but quite complicated, which Ayaka figured was probably the point. A lock doesn’t work if just anyone can undo it.

They clumped into pairs after all gathering together, Karin with Sora, and Ayaka close to Isana, then headed toward the entrance.

There were plenty of other people out as well, just as you’d expect of a busy commercial area. Ayaka was fascinated by all the activity. She saw families loading vehicles from a variety of different cart types, and other pairings of teenagers conversing in giggling knots. They passed by a small car where an older woman and two teenage children were emerging. Both teens, a boy and a girl, gave Ayaka and her new family considering looks. Karin gave her a playful poke from behind.

“That boy was staring at your chest, Ayaka!” Karin laughed, keeping her voice down.

“Boys tend to do that,” Isana chuckled.

“And some girls too,” Ayaka added, smirking back at her sister. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at them, Karin. Just be happy that I like you looking at me that way.”

“She even said we could touch her, all we want!” Sora giggled, joining in the fun.

“Such a generous sister you are,” Isana sighed theatrically, grinning and pointedly giving Ayaka a look. “But I think we should get off the topic of Ayaka’s pretty breasts for now.”

“I agree,” Ayaka smiled, not at all bothered by the attention. “Let’s focus on what we came here for.”

They crossed under the entry pavilion, which contained collection points for the different carts. There were the familiar ones as found in grocery stores everywhere, flatbeds for heavy loads, and a few others. They were being continually collected and corralled by employees wearing khakis and short sleeved polos. Isana grabbed a shopping cart and gestured for Karin or Sora to get a second one, then they entered the mall.

As Ayaka had expected, it contained all sorts of shops with different specialties. Close to the entrance were stores that sold items that were large, bulky and best kept close to the parking lot, like furniture or bicycles. Isana told them it was a throwback to how things had been a long time ago.

The path itself though was made of clean, well swept concrete slabs. Running down the center were planters with colorful varieties of blooming flowers. There were also topiary displays and small trees. When Ayaka saw a particularly pretty orchid on the cusp of blooming, she extended a curious hand and ran a finger down its velvety outer surface. A tingle of magic tickled inside her, and the flower opened fully before her. She blinked in a startled flinch and withdrew her hand. She turned to see Isana and her sisters watching her, but no one else had noticed.

“Sorry,” she said.

“No harm done,” Isana replied genially. “Plus, I doubt anyone around here would care about such a benign use of magic. Willis is fairly blasé about such things these days. You’d have to do something truly remarkable to warrant much attention. Why do you think no one takes even a second look at my tail, or my ears?”

Ironically, Isana’s comment was just in time for a small toddler being pushed in a stroller to point and yell, “Kitty!” at the top of her little lungs. The mother, a pleasantly plump woman with a cheerful demeanor, gave them a cheery wave in acknowledgment.

“So, they don’t mind magic here?” Sora asked as they continued down the walkway.

“We see it as more of a tool to be used like any other,” Isana answered. “For instance, I spend a lot of my time doing completely mundane things, like liquefying stone to assist in the digging of a well. Most people around here are also surprisingly educated about magic and those that can use it. That’s why they’ll have a general idea what it means for the four of us to be living together and won’t hold it against us. Thankfully, that group of crazy idiots in Arbor isn’t welcome here.”

“Thank goodness for that!” Karin snorted. “But on the plus side, it meant we get to live together. I don’t want to lose my new sisters, not ever!”

“We love you too, Karin,” Ayaka smiled.

“Ah! This is the store we want!” Isana broke in, pointing at a home goods store.

The next hour or so was a whirlwind. Ayaka was amazed at all the ordinary household things that were needed to maintain Isana’s home with three new housemates. They each got hampers for their clothes, as well as wash baskets and bulk size detergent. They also bought cleaning supplies and toiletries for each of their bathrooms. There were dozens of items in each of their carts by the time they were through, and Ayaka felt a little guilty when Isana wrote a check for it all at the register.

Isana must have noticed her student’s concern, because on their way out, she put an arm around Ayaka and drew her close. “Stop worrying about the money I’m spending,” she said.

Ayaka relaxed in the woman’s embrace. She’d always loved to touch those she cared for, and Isana was now the most important person in her life, with a hair-thin lead over Sora and Karin.

Isana continued. “I told you earlier… I have plenty of money and I’m enjoying this. I like that I now have a family to care for and support. Let me have fun spoiling you a bit, okay?”

“Sure,” Ayaka agreed, feeling better. She loved being surrounded by Isana’s scent, as well as the hand that oh, so casually stroked her backside in a gesture of intimate affection.

“Good, because now we can focus on the best part of this shopping trip,” Isana grinned. “I’ll admit to knowing nothing about clothes, since I usually just wear stuff I can work in, so I’m looking forward to seeing you work!”

“Who bought that outfit you were wearing when we met?” Ayaka asked in mild surprise. “You looked great in that.”

“All Claire’s doing, I’m afraid,” Isana admitted wryly. “She’s my usual shopping buddy, and her daughter acts as her sounding board. If I go by myself, I just end up buying purely practical stuff.”

Ayaka regarded both her sisters, who were listening in with amusement. “Are you sure you guys trust me to help you find new things to wear?”

“Sure!” Karin grinned, posing with one hand on her hip. “Both the outfits Sora wore today have been totally freaking cute on her. That dress makes me want to… to tackle her to the ground and kiss her!”

“Karin!” Sora’s ears twitched, then she spluttered into a giggle

“It’s true!” Karin replied unabashedly. “So I’d like to get some nice things, too.”

“Well, then… Do you know a good place to start looking?” Ayaka asked Isana.

“This way,” Isana replied with a grin and a leftward tilt of her head.

Five minutes and a short stroll later, they entered an area of the commercial center that seemed devoted to clothing stores. It was a particularly busy area, with quite a large number of fellow shoppers. Ayaka noticed that their little group was garnering curious looks from the other young people. As small a town as Willis was, the kids and teenagers probably all knew each other by face, if not name, so she and her sisters were something new and different.

Ignoring the attention, Isana guided the girls towards a store with fashionably dressed mannequins in the display windows. A discreet bell tinkled at their entrance.

The store was one of the largest that Ayaka had yet seen, filled with a vast array of women’s and girl’s clothing. One of the industries that made a quick bounce-back after the Fall had been the textiles industry. People always needed clothes, and many factories were still located near water, or other sources of natural power. The result was a plentiful supply of varied fashions. This particular store apparently catered to mid-level brands, some of which Ayaka had only seen in horribly out-of-date fashion magazines she’d only begun reading out of boredom.

“Well, you’re in charge now, Ayaka,” Isana teased.

“Ahh… okay,” she replied with a nod, taking in the surroundings more closely. It seemed to be divided into different departments, with the most heavily trafficked areas located away from the doors, requiring the customers to walk past the higher-priced sections first. Sales ladies in tasteful outfits were wandering about helping customers. There was no posted sign to delineate the different areas, so Ayaka simply led them around until they encountered an area with clothing styled and sized for teens and older girls.

“Do you guys see a fitting room?” she asked, glancing about

“Over there!” Karin pointed off to their left, where a woman and a very young girl were emerging from a doorway.

“Okay,” Ayaka said, turning to stare at her sisters. She regarded them thoughtfully, even though she knew exactly what they both looked like. Sora was slightly smaller than Karin, but had darker skin and a petite, still immature frame. She didn’t have much in the way of curves yet except for her lovely round butt, but she was still a delight to the eye. Karin was just beginning her growth into adulthood. She had the beginnings of breasts, a slight widening in her hips and a lean figure with no puppy-fat remaining. The skin speckles and her hair and eye colors were unique, as was the horn protruding from her forehead. Both girls made her mouth water, but that was for later, hopefully.

“Any preferences I should know about?” she asked.

Karin shook her head. “There’s no point in letting you do this if we tell you what we want!” she chided.

Nodding, Ayaka turned and plunged into the waiting racks. At first she just let her eyes roam, taking in the sights. The store’s stock was too large for her to see everything, so she just perused. A skirt caught her attention, so she grabbed one that looked close to Sora’s size. Then there was a pair of jeans, a top, and so on. Throughout her gathering, she was aware of the others following and watching her work, but she was focused on the task, determined to do right by her sisters.

Once she had a large number of pieces draped over an arm, Ayaka took a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s try a few things on,” she suggested, gesturing with her free hand at the fitting room. Leading them inside, she found a number of cubicles that were designed for use by people shopping with kids, and were a bit larger than single occupant ones. They all piled into the last one in the row.

“Clothes off!” she instructed, not bothering to hide how much she intended to enjoy this.

“I knew she’d get us naked eventually,” Karin quipped, undoing the catch on her pants. She slid them down her legs, kicking off her shoes, treating Ayaka to the sight of her nicely muscled legs. They were toned and smooth, leading up to her pink panties. They were snug-fitting, allowing a hint of her cleft to be seen.

“Did you play sports, Karin?” Ayaka asked, fascinated by the lithe interplay of Karin’s muscles. She knelt to run her fingertips up the smooth skin.

Karin shivered at the contact but made no sound or move of protest. “You can tell?” she replied, now casually pulling her t-shirt off, baring both her breasts and her wings. Ayaka had momentarily forgotten about the latter, and now she wondered if this store would do custom alterations. “I played soccer and softball for the school.”

“It shows,” Sora said, taking her own dress off. Though it had been only a few hours earlier, Ayaka could still remember what it was like to fondle her little sister’s beautiful body. Sora saw her watching, and gave Ayaka a knowing smile and an acknowledging ear-flick before telling Karin, “You have nice muscles and stuff.”

“Thanks,” Karin grinned, standing there in nothing but panties. Ayaka felt her arousal continuing to grow at the wonderful sight and proximity of Karin, wanting to make love with her again. She began to stroke Karin’s belly with her left hand, still caressing the girl’s legs with the right until she was touching her ass.

Karin responded with an increase in her breath rate and a widening of her stance, which made Ayaka’s heart beat faster in response. Karin’s scent filled her nose, making it clear that her sister was also getting in the mood for love.

With a jolt, Ayaka remembered where they were, and slowly stood, withdrawing her hands. “Okay, I think I got a little carried away there,” she apologized with a frustrated sigh. “Back to the clothes. Karin, can you try on this skirt?” She pulled the garment from the top of the pile, along with a matching top. “And this. As for you, Sora, I want you to put these jeans on.”

“Sure!” Sora responded, reaching for the pants. Karin gave Ayaka a knowing smile as she reached for the proffered clothes.

For the next who-knows-how-long, Ayaka had her sisters in and out of dozens of garments. She quickly established what they looked good in and what to avoid. For instance, she learned Karin didn’t like tight, restrictive clothing, but looked great in clothes that showed off her skin. A comfortable pair of jeans were fine for her, though. Tank tops that showed a hint of Karin’s midriff when she moved were especially nice, especially if you were looking at her with less than chaste thoughts. Karin cared less for full dresses, but Ayaka chose a few for her with open backs that worked perfectly.

Sora, being a little softer in body but also tiny, looked amazing in shirts and little tops. She was especially adorable in dresses, especially in light colors. The younger girl didn’t really care for jeans, but leggings were the exact opposite. When she slipped into a silky black pair, everyone in the cubicle stared at her in open admiration.

Between the two, Ayaka soon assembled enough items to fill her new sisters’ wardrobes. She also set aside a few things for herself. Isana just watched and provided a constant running commentary on each item, providing an honest second opinion, mostly ignoring Ayaka’s roaming hands on the girls when she helped dress and undress them.

“That looks really good,” Sora told Ayaka. She was wearing a short, half-pleated skirt and a string top. Ayaka was looking in the mirror, trying on a black-and-white dress she’d picked for herself.

“Seconded!” Karin eagerly agreed. “It shows you have cleavage.”

“Thanks, both of you… I guess,” she replied with a smirk.

Ayaka was enjoying herself immensely. She’d never had a day like this, where she could spend all her time with people she loved and felt comfortable with having fun. She’d learned new things about her family, which was also cool. For instance, she’d learned Karin had a very keen fascination with her breasts, which she didn’t mind a bit. She wasn’t generously endowed in that area, but they’d been steadily growing over the last year and she liked them so far. Karin seemed to agree.

“Do you think we have enough for a good start?” Isana asked, languidly sitting on the cubicle’s bench. She’d been enjoying herself unabashedly, her tail twitching with interest as the three of them tried on clothing in front of her.

“I’d say so,” Ayaka replied.

Isana gestured at the pile of garments they’d chosen. “Don’t you want anything more for yourself, Ayaka?”

“I’ve already got plenty of clothes,” said Ayaka, turning to face Isana as she disrobed once more, liking the gleam in the woman’s eyes. “But there is something all three of us need now, and that’s underwear. I’d like a few nicer, new things. Sora needs a whole bunch, and Karin’s probably not in much better shape.”

“Nope,” Karin agreed. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top that showed a lot of her upper chest. “But I did luck out a month ago, when they bought me a new pack of panties.”

“Gods, that place sounds more dreadful every time you talk about it,” Isana grimaced, standing up and stretching in a very cat-like pose. “Cute underwear I can do, though! Let’s put what we have so far in our carts, cash-out, then head over to another store I like.”

***

Karin felt tremendously thrilled and a little heated between her legs as they walked through the weird mall to the next store. Her attention kept darting back and forth from her sisters to their surroundings. At the moment, Ayaka was the primary focus of her excitement, though she was very happy to be walking with Sora close to her left side. She was wonderful to have nearby.

“She looks really happy,” Sora softly said, seemingly out of nowhere. She was pushing one cart, and Isana steered the other.

“Ayaka, you mean?” Karin responded, noting the graceful way Ayaka walked a few feet in front of them.

“Yeah,” Sora giggled, turning to give Karin a smile. “I think today was special for her.”

“It was for us, too,” Karin replied, remembering how great a time she’d had with Isana in the bath. Both the sex and the honest conversation they’d had would stick with her for a long while. “I see what you mean, though – she’s been smiling all day.”

“And she’s had that look, too,” Sora said, her ears flicking excitedly.

“What look?” Karin asked, studying Ayaka to see what Sora saw.

Sora just laughed merrily, then answered, “If you ask, she will definitely say yes.”

Karin stared at Sora for a moment and then felt her cheeks grow hot. She’d been hoping for a chance to have sex with Ayaka soon. There wasn’t an identifiable reason, but she found herself admiring and really looking up to her slightly older sister. Isana was already an important figure in her life, and she loved Sora fiercely, but there was just something about Ayaka that made her feel comforted and looked after, not to mention extremely aroused. After making love to Isana and Sora, she wanted to share that deep, intimate connection with Ayaka too. She longed to know what it would be like to spend a whole night in Ayaka’s arms. And Sora had seen right into her feelings.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Sora replied, “cause she wants it too. She looks at you the same way she does me and Isana. She loves us all a whole lot, too… but she’s been staring at you all day.”

Karin sighed happily. “So… she’s intense, you said?”

This time Sora’s giggle was very girlish, and her voice dropped a little. “Hee hee, yeah… I still feel all tingly remembering it. She’s fun.”

Karin was going to ask Sora to elaborate, but then they arrived at their destination. It was clearly a lingerie shop – a popular one, going by the number of women going in and out. Soon, she would get to see Ayaka try on pretty underwear.

***

Ayaka’s eyes widened as they entered the lingerie shop. It was filled with racks and stands of all sorts of interesting underthings. Women alone, in pairs, or in small groups were being attended by friendly store staff, just like the stunning redhead who was approaching them with a wide smile.

She was a tall woman – thicker-boned, but very attractive and well endowed, her chest partially hidden by a mane of long auburn hair. “Isana!” she said in a familiar tone. “I haven’t seen you around in weeks!”

“It’s good to see you too, Cally,” Isana replied genially. “I tend not to buy new clothes until Claire gets frustrated with me walking around looking like a rag doll.”

“Who are these lovely ladies with you?” Cally asked. Her eyes gave the three girls a professional once over.

“Well, the girls here are now my apprentices,” Isana explained. Ayaka was very warmed by her proud smile. “We’re having a bit of a spree to get them situated. They are all in need of new underwear.”

“Which we are happy to help with, of course,” Cally answered. She looked right at Ayaka now. “You aren’t wearing a bra, I see. Do you know your size…?”

“Ayaka,” she answered. “No, I’ve never worn one.”

“Well, we’ll take care of that,” Cally said. “Once sized, you’re good for all the brands we carry. But there’s going to be some variation in standards if you go elsewhere, just so you aren’t surprised when you shop at other stores later on.” She appraised Karin next. “And you’re just about to where you’ll start needing a bra too, but we carry some very nice, fashionable looking undershirts and camis that will look marvelous on you until then.” She gestured towards them. “Follow me into the back.”

They ended up in a ‘room’ that was mostly just separated by a dividing wall from the sales floor. Inside, women were in various stages of dress, accompanied by staff members. A woman that looked to be very pregnant was having a rather animated conversation with an employee about nursing bras.

Cally brought them to a small table where she picked up a cloth tape measure. “Top off, Miss Ayaka.”

Taking a deep breath, Ayaka calmly removed her shirt. Once more she was topless, but the store’s atmosphere and Cally’s professional demeanor put her at ease right away.

Cally moved toward her and, unfurling the tape measure, Ayaka’s measurements were taken.

“Hmm,” Cally murmured, jotting the numbers down in a notepad. “Thirty-two in the upper-B or lower C cup range… and you’re still growing. We’ll have to try both sizes and see which is more comfortable for you. Do you have a preference in style?”

“Not really,” Ayaka replied. “But I’d like something more than just a plain old bra. I want a few that are at least a little, um…”

“Sexy?” Cally chuckled. “I can work with that.” She turned to the younger girls. “What about you two? And what are your names?”

“I’m Karin,” Karin said. “I have no idea at all… but I liked the undershirt idea you mentioned.”

“Sora,” the young girl answered. “I just want some nice stuff.”

“We can certainly handle that,” Cally replied. “Let me grab a few selections to start with for each of you.”

When she left, Ayaka turned toward Isana. “I really didn’t expect a store like this.”

“They’re the best in town because they really appreciate their customers,” Isana answered with a grin. “I just want all three of you to have things you’ll be happy to wear.”

Cally returned with a large number of things on hangers. Another girl with her had more, and they set the lot down on the table. There were bra and panty sets in all sorts of different styles, prints and materials, as well as individual items. Some were very lacy and eye-catching. Cally picked out one, a black silk bra, and walked around behind Ayaka. “Arms!” A bit startled, Ayaka lifted her arms at the prompt and slipped into the straps, eyes widening as her breasts were fitted into the cups and the catch was fastened.

Ayaka turned slightly to see herself in a nearby mirror. She flushed at the sight. It was such a simple thing, but to her eyes the bra made her look much more mature, maybe even enticing. It felt light and comfortable, too. She barely noticed the feel of the straps, which gave her breasts a slight lift.

Cally felt over everything, checking the fit, and made thoughtful noises. Then she moved around to face Ayaka and smiled. “I was right – the small C fits you nicely and gives you room to grow. How do you like this style?”

Ayaka turned to see her family’s response. Isana had a hungry, pleased smile, Sora was staring with her ears flicking in open interest, and Karin had wide, wandering eyes that made Ayaka feel excited all over again. She also liked the delicate look of the material; it seemed to accent her body.

“I think it’s perfect,” she replied.

This earned her a pleased smile from the saleswoman. “I see. If you want to impress and look good, we have plenty more. Let’s try another one.”

Ayaka tried on many different bras and panties, including some that made her blush to wear. The others were free with their opinions and she was grateful for their input. Though she was somewhat surprised when Sora said, “I’d love to see you in a thong, Ayaka,” she tried one on. It wasn’t comfortable to wear for a long time, but she picked one to wear just for her sister. All the while they chatted comfortably with each other and with the store’s staff, who were friendly and personable. Isana seemed to know most of them and Ayaka saw her talking with most of them. Isana got one to sneak out and surprise all three of them with big, fluffy white robes for the hot tube.

Karin got a similar treatment, trying on some rather pretty cami’s and undershirts. Ayaka tried not to stare lovingly at Karin’s prominent nipples, but it was hard. Then Karin and Sora picked out everyday-wear panties from a wide selection, as well as a few nicer pairs that nearly had her drooling.

The store also sold women’s accessory items, and Ayaka got clips and ties for both girls’ hair. With Cally’s permission, she used a few right there in the store to give Sora a very cute twin-tail look, then she layered Karin’s hair a bit, which looked amazing on her.

By the time they were done, Isana was given a rather hefty bill, which she paid with a wide smile. Loaded up with their purchases, the happy foursome set off for their next adventure.

On to Chapter Ten!

By Nuit du Loup

Since she’d awakened that morning and had sex for the very first time, Sora had discovered a love for her new witch friend Karin that made her feel warm all over. Then she’d spent the rest of the morning tagging alongside Ayaka, who felt more like a caring older sister with every passing minute. Ayaka had even helped her get dressed in a way that made the shabby clothes she owned look pretty good. Now they were entering Ayaka’s bathroom where they were going to shower together… and hopefully, other things. Ayaka wanted to have sex with her and that was a big crazy thrill.

“Here we are!” Ayaka chirruped as they walked into the green and white tiled room. It was cheerfully lit by sunlight spilling from wide, high windows. Ayaka’s toiletries were laid out neatly on the marble counter in the vanity and toilet area. Sora finally let go of her sister’s hand, feeling a renewed warming between her thin legs. She was already hot and damp down there, and the way Ayaka smiled before she stooped to retrieve a pair of fluffy pine-green towels from the cabinet stirred Sora up even more.

They padded into the bathing area, with its large, multi-person stone tub and a spacious, glass-walled shower cubicle set into one corner. Soro felt a tremor of nervousness. Would Ayaka be disappointed with her after making love with Isana? Ayaka seemed so much more mature than she was that it made her feel downright childish. But Soro’s worries evaporated when Ayaka stopped, turned, and smiled. Her face said it all. Ayaka was excited, too!

“Can I please undress you, Sora?” Ayaka asked politely, her voice warm with desire as she hung two towels on a shiny chromed rod mounted outside the shower door. Her motions were leisurely and sure, but Sora could tell that she was breathing a little harder than normal. Smelling her, maybe? She didn’t know, but she could feel herself responding to the older girl’s open sexuality. It gave her a wonderful sense of heated anticipation.

“I don’t mind,” Sora quickly replied. She just wanted Ayaka’s attention, whatever it was. She wanted to feel and experience the older girl’s excitement for her, and to show hers as well. Just like with Karin, she found herself aching to touch Ayaka.

Ayaka approached again, this time taking Sora by the hips to hold her in place, then gently tilted the young girl’s face up with a touch on the chin and kissed her.

The kiss was amazing, filled with a smooth, fiery passion that stunned Sora. Her bare toes curled from the sensory and emotional overload. She had to hold onto Ayaka’s waist to keep from losing her balance, because everything felt so nice and fuzzy inside her head.

Karin’s kisses had been gentle, filled with a sense of exploration as they learned about this new kind of love. Ayaka’s kiss was no less loving, but there was an exhilarating heat behind it that hid nothing and told so much. Sora moaned and melted in the sweet onslaught, happily parting her lips for Ayaka’s questing tongue as she molded her body into her sister’s taller frame. For a long, lovely while, their mouths made love with abandon.

“Oh my God!” Sora squeaked when Ayaka finally relinquished her lips, the older girl’s hands still firmly clutching her bottom. Sora’s eyes were wide open, her heart beating out a wild drum solo. She also felt a great deal of wetness in her panties. It was like this morning all over again, but faster and harder. Sex with Ayaka was going to be a wholly different experience, and now she wanted it even more.

“Sorry, I’m a little hyped up,” Ayaka said, sounding a little chagrined – but also very much aroused, if the slight burr in her voice was anything to go by. “Did I hurt you? Am I going too fast?”

“Oh, no!” Sora shook her head emphatically, still reeling a little. Her puss felt drippy and hot, making her panties somewhat uncomfortable. She wanted, needed, to be touched some more. “It was so exciting… and crazy. I didn’t know kisses could be like that!”

“I think there are all kinds of kisses,” Ayaka said, clearly pleased by the answer. At least, her fondling hands on Sora’s butt and her relaxed stance suggested she was. “I enjoy all your kisses too, Sora… like those really nice ones you gave me in the woods. You’re my amazing little sister, and it makes me happy when you kiss me; that’s how I know you love me too. So, a kiss can say a lot of things.”

“What did those ones just now mean?” Sora giggled, enjoying how Ayaka was making her feel. She wanted a lot more of it.

“They mean, my sweet…” Ayaka paused to kiss Sora deeply again, her soft curls of cinnamon hair falling around their faces, “…that I really want to get to know you better. I’m so happy to have you as a younger sister. I just wish I’d gotten to know you before now. I’ve clearly missed out.”

Sora’s heart thrummed again. A few days ago her existence was barely even noticed in the orphanage, and when it was, she was being bullied or insulted. Now she had the loving attention of girls like Karin and Ayaka – Isana, too.

This time it was her turn to rise up and kiss Ayaka, eager to return the passion she’d received just a moment ago.

Ayaka made a happy moaning noise into their kiss, then Sora felt hands roaming around her skirt. The catch was undone easily and the garment fell to the floor. Her shirts were next, so they had to pause their kissing to let them pass over her head. Then Ayaka knelt to slowly draw Sora’s old, worn-out panties down her skinny legs. Sora eagerly stepped out of them, and Ayaka promptly gave her belly-button a wet kiss while her hands went around to cup her young lover’s bottom once more.

“You really shouldn’t feel weird about being so cute,” Ayaka sighed, rising again to her feet to look Sora’s bare body up and down. “I think you look amazing as you are, and I have no doubt you’ll be an absolute stunner when you grow up.”

“Karin said the same thing,” Sora replied with a nervous laugh. She loved the way both girls looked at her.

“Smart girl,” Ayaka agreed cheerfully. “Now it’s my turn to get naked.”

Ayaka stripped quickly and efficiently, tossing her clothes on top of Sora’s. Like in the hot tub, when Sora first saw Ayaka in the nude, she felt awed. Halfway to being a woman, Ayaka was so lovely that Sora just wanted to sit and stare at her for a while. Her pale skin was flawless, and she had actual curves to draw the eye, unlike Sora’s boyish frame. Just seeing her filled Sora with desire.

But a big part of what drew Sora was how confidently Ayaka stood before her with no clothes on, on open display for Sora to enjoy. She liked how she looked and wanted Sora to feel the same.

Sora stepped towards her, hand rising to cup a warm, soft breast, its hardening nipples teasing her palm. It felt so fantastic, yet completely natural to touch her, and Ayaka’s pleased sigh gladdened Sora’s heart.

“Me and Karin were wondering what it would be like to feel your boobs,” Sora said, her mind feeling a little fuzzy from the sexual cravings that were filling her. She was actually touching Ayaka’s breasts, and they felt amazing! “We don’t really have any yet.”

“They’ll show up eventually,” Ayaka laughed gently, letting Sora fondle her. “But sure; go ahead and tell Karin that if she wants to feel mine, she can do it whenever she wants. I really like having them touched, just like you’re doing now. But we really should get in the shower soon; it’s what we came here for.”

“Aww,” Sora mock-pouted, reluctantly dropping her hand before breaking into giggles.

“You can feel me up all you want in a minute – I’ll let you wash them for me!” Ayaka chuckled delightedly. When she turned around to open the shower door, her smooth, pale back drew Sora’s gaze down to the cleft of her ass. It spread a little when Ayaka leaned in to turn the control dials, exposing a cute tan bottom hole and the wet lips of her sex. Sora shivered.

Water gushed loudly from the big shower head, and steam rose quickly. Ayaka crossed to the shower-room window and cracked it to allow fresh air in. Turning to Sora, she extended an inviting hand. Sora eagerly took it, letting herself be drawn into the hot cascade.

“Ooh!” The water was hotter than Sora liked it, but it wasn’t really uncomfortable.

“I can turn it down a little,” Ayaka offered, carefully making the adjustment. They stood side-on in the spray, letting it soak them. Sora loved how the water seemed to highlight Ayaka’s curves. The older girl’s upturned nipples were like little rocks in the flow of a river that ran down her smooth belly and through the small patch of pubic curls.

“It’s fine,” Sora said, not wanting any more distractions.

“Good!” Ayaka reached for a bar of soap that sat next to a bottle of shampoo on a wall shelf and quickly built up a thick lather in her hands. Then they were touching Sora, anointing her body. “Oh, Sora,” Ayaka said a little breathily. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day.”

Sora instantly decided that she loved being washed by Ayaka. Her hands were strong, yet gentle as they slithered down her arms, the fingertips pressing just hard enough to tease her nerves, even when they went over her own hands. She felt a sensual quiver in her chest during that slow process, loving the way Ayaka washed each digit of her hands with an exhilarating thoroughness. She’d had no idea something so simple as having a naked girl wash her hands could be so stimulating. Ayaka went on to massage her tan-skinned back, lingering over each bump of the spine, then down towards her rounded bottom.

“Isana was right, you do have a great butt,” Ayaka laughed playfully from behind her.

Sora twitched in sudden surprise when she felt a completely new sensation. Ayaka’s soapy fingers delved into her anal cleft, caressing her cheeks and swirling around her dirty place. The biggest jolt came when a slender finger tip popped right into her rectum.

“Ah!” Sora gasped, a shock jolting right up her spinal column, then down and into her hotly soaked puss. “Omigod, you’re in my butthole!” she exclaimed, torn between wanting more of this odd stimulation and hoping Ayaka wasn’t grossed out from fingering her there.

“I know I am… does it feel good?” Ayaka asked, that sexual purr returned to her voice.

“Uh-huh,” Sora moaned, feeling Ayaka’s finger going deeper in small thrusts. She was having butt sex, and liking it! “But it’s dirty in there… isn’t it?”

“Not any more, it’s not!” Ayaka laughed, using her other hand to give her left cheek a suggestive squeeze. “I’ve only heard about doing this… but once I saw that cute butt of yours, I knew I had to touch it and make you feel good.”

When Ayaka finally withdrew her finger, Sora felt its loss and wanted it back in her bottom. But that was forgotten when Ayaka knelt behind, slowly washing her way down each leg, pausing to scrub her feet in exacting detail. Each little toe was given full attention, sending trills of pleasure though Sora’s body.

But there was an even finer thrill to come. Ayaka rinsed Sora’s backside with the heated water, then pried the younger girl’s buttocks apart and began licking the crack of her ass.

“Ayaka!” Sora gasped, her eyes suddenly huge. “What are you doing!? You shouldn’t be – oooohhh, oh wow, that feels ssssso nice…”

Pressing her face against the steamy tiled wall, she felt a pair of hands slide up her body again. Then Ayaka stood, pulling Sora back against her so that the younger girl’s head rested on her breast like it was a pillow.

Sora turned her head to see a tan, upturned nipple right next to her face. She wanted to touch it, to find out how it would feel in her mouth. But before she could, Ayaka reached around and began to caress her flat chest, teasing the tiny nipples until they grew stiff.

“See, this is a much better way to take a shower,” Ayaka sighed in her ear. “I love touching you so much. I love you, little sister.”

“Did you do this with Isana, too?” Sora gasped as Ayaka’s hands and fingers roamed her bare body. “You look at her differently now.”

“Well,” Ayaka’s voice dropped a little deeper, “yes, I did. Last night was the single most amazing time I’ve ever had. Isana makes me feel something strange, terrible and wonderful at the same time. I don’t want to say what it is yet, just that it makes me feel… whole, somehow. But I love you too, Sora, and Karin as well. You’re my new, precious sisters. Now that I have you, I won’t let you go.”

As she spoke, Ayaka slipped a hand right between Sora’s open legs. The girl gasped out a joy-filled cry of delight at finally being touched there. “Ayaka!” she blurted, her voice hoarse and laden with lust.

“You had a good time with Karin too, right?” Ayaka asked.

Sora could barely hear the words. Her entire being was focused on the finger that was gently parting her juice-soaked labia. It sent a shiver through her that felt like an earthquake of refined, torturous pleasure. All she could do was nod.

The finger withdrew, and Sora was turned around to face her lover. She gently leaned back against a tile wall, her mind spinning from so much unreleased energy humming inside her.

“Let me try doing something nice to you,” Ayaka said, green eyes shining.  She knelt once more with her eyes focused on Sora’s wanton sex. Sora just watched in wonder as her older sister’s face went between her legs. Something soft, hot, and wet lapped over her sensitive lips, sending a pleasurable quiver through her body, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Ayaka was licking her puss! She couldn’t wait to try doing this herself. Karin would love it, because she certainly did.

Sora gasped and fidgeted against the wall, surrendering to the assault of Ayaka’s ceaseless tongue upon her dripping slit. She felt her tight lips spread open by gentle fingers, exposing her inner pinkness to the older girl’s oral attack. Ayaka’s tongue even slipped a short way inside her hole, but a finger replaced it so it could focus on that little fun bump, her clit.

When she heard and felt Ayaka moan into her puss, Sora noticed that the girl’s other hand was between her own legs, rubbing with abandon.

As her pleasure rose, Sora became aware of her magic moving again. It sang along her nerves like a strange symphony. Then it reached out from her, mingling with the powerful music and light of Ayaka’s aura, and they mingled, joined together in the heat of lovemaking.

Finally the great crest came, and Sora’s body was thrown into beautiful agony, convulsing into a mind-wiping orgasm that roared through and around her. Ayaka joined in, peaking on her fingers, and the magic exploded from them in an ephemeral blast.

In an instant, all of the water in the cubicle – on the floor, their bodies, or flowing from the showerhead, shot straight up at the ceiling in one massive heave. The sound of the wet crash was deafening, pounding on their already overloaded senses. Panic jolted through Sora, but everything snapped back into sharp focus when she found herself half-sitting on Ayaka’s kneeling legs, her lips locked in an intense kiss with her sister. The magic surrounding them suddenly vanished, and the water flooded down, soaking the entire bathroom. Then they were panting, their hands joined, fingers twined.

“That was sure something,” Ayaka gave a tired laugh, hugging Sora close. Their bare skin was hot where their bodies touched. “I felt your magic this time, Sora. It was inside me when we came. I tasted it, like I tasted you. God, that was something amazing, little sister. You’re awesome!”

“I think I need to sit down,” Sora sighed, still trembling a little from the massive release. Her magic seemed calmer now inside her, as if fully content.

Ayaka gently lowered Sora, resting her against the wall, then sat beside her, the shower still streaming away overhead. Ayaka’s pale skin was very flushed and she was somehow even more beautiful that way. Sora had felt it too at the end, how they’d been joined physically and magically. She crawled into Ayaka’s wet, naked lap and felt arms encircle her again. It was so good to be this way, just being held by a loving older sister, their bare bodies nestled together. “What was that?” she asked eventually.

“An orgasm, I think,” Ayaka chuckled. One hand went away, Sora heard a soft click, and something that smelled nice, like herbs, dribbled onto her head. Her eyes closed as soothing fingers washed her hair and massaged her scalp. “That was something special, though. We shared something, Sora.”

“I liked it,” Sora sighed contentedly, Her body still tingling from the continued contact. “I want to do this a lot, with everyone.”

“I’ll be happy to be with you any time,” Ayaka responded, she leaned Sora’s head back and into the spray, rinsing the shampoo out. “I’d really like to sleep with you in my arms too. Do you want to wash me, or do you need to rest some more?”

Sora perked up at that, and quickly nodded. Ayaka chuckled at her response, and they slowly got to their feet. Sora retrieved the soap from the floor and eagerly lathered up her hands. Applying the soap, she quickly understood why Ayaka had enjoyed washing her so much. There was just something fun about the activity and she liked being able to feel every part of Ayaka’s body. Her skin was so soft and supple. She even cleaned Ayaka’s bottom hole, which made them both giggle with delight.

Sora was fascinated by Ayaka’s slit, too. The patch of hair above it was curly and soft to the touch, and Ayaka made funny cooing sounds when she rubbed the tender pink flesh. After she was done with Ayaka’s legs, Sora was thrilled to realize that her sister was getting aroused again. She had her eyes closed, was breathing deeply and slowly, her nipples were hard, and her slit was engorged and slightly open.

Once again, Sora began to touch Ayaka between the legs. Her fingers found the clit bump at the top, and she stroked it the same way she’d learned with Karin. Ayaka arched her body in response, moaning with near-animalistic joy. After only a few short minutes under Sora’s stroking, Ayaka shuddered and threw her head back, a silent groan seeping out while their magic mingled and shared yet again. Sora continued to pleasure the older girl, watching in awe as Ayaka roiled and writhed in the pleasure she was receiving.

Suddenly another, bigger release went through Ayaka, and one last blast of magic washed over them both. Ayaka’s hand abruptly came down to trap Sora’s fingers in place, clutching it until the magic slowly faded.

Finally opening her eyes, Ayaka raised Sora’s hand to kiss her fingers, wearing a blissful smile

“Was it good?” Sora asked, proud that she’d caused Ayaka to orgasm multiple times. She loved that she was capable of doing something like that. Her magic now felt calm, resting like an electric ball in a deep place inside, somewhere beneath her belly.

“It was great,” Ayaka said lovingly with a prolonged sigh, even more flushed than before with her pale skin tinted pink. Her breathing was becoming less ragged, and she gazed at Sora with adoring eyes. “Can you help me wash my hair? There’s a lot of it to wash, and the others are probably waiting on us.”

Sora was more than happy to do so. The hair was pretty thick while wet, so it was a bit of a job, but an enjoyable one. She especially liked how calm and content Ayaka seemed while she did it, a small smile gracing the older girl’s lips that was for her alone. Once the shampoo was rinsed out they were both clean, relaxed, and happy.

The clothes they’d left on the bathroom floor were soaked, of course, which made them both laugh as they remembered how their magic had drenched everything in the room. Ayaka quickly hung them on another rack to dry and procured fresh towels for them both. They dried each other, and then they went into Ayaka’s room, Ayaka bringing along her hairbrush. “Sit down, Sora,” she said.

While she wasn’t quite as gentle as Isana, Sora very much enjoyed being groomed and brushed by her older sister. Then she did Ayaka’s hair, bringing back the soft, cinnamon cascade. She buried her face into it for a moment when she was done, savoring its smell and softness.

“Now for clothes,” Ayaka said, padding over to her dresser. Sora was curious to see what she had in there. The older girl slid open a drawer and spent almost no time searching before she pulled out a short, sky-blue halter dress made of a very light material. “Here!” Ayaka held the garment out to her. “This is way too small for me now, but I think it’ll look good on you.”

Sora took it enthusiastically, quickly pulling it up her body and slipping the neck strap on. When she let go, it settled and hung far too low at the top. If she moved at all, one of her nipples would show, never mind what would happen if she bent over.

“Easily fixed,” Ayaka insisted, stepping towards her. Deft fingers wove behind Sora’s head. This time when the dress settled in place it was just right, only showing part of her upper chest. Sora decided that it really was nice, much better than anything she owned. It was light, attractive and quite comfortable. She looked up into sister’s warm smile. “You like it?” she asked.

“Yeah!” Sora flung herself at Ayaka and they fell, laughing delightedly, onto Ayaka’s bed. Sora clung to the girl, lying on top of her. She purred contentedly as gentle hands caressed and tickled her ears. Not exactly like Karin’s adoring touch, but it sent a message of affection that she understood without words.

“If you guys ever want to borrow clothes from me, feel free to come and ask,” Ayaka said.

Sora was very conscious of Ayaka’s naked body against her clothed one, and found herself wanting to make love with her sister again. On the other hand, she suspected that Isana and Karin were beginning to wonder where she and Ayaka were. Reluctantly, she climbed off Ayaka and got to her feet.

Ayaka was unhurried about getting up. It took her only a moment to slip on a dark shirt over a white tank top that settled over her breasts in a most enticing way. A worn-in pair of jeans came next, leaving her perfectly presentable.

“Ready to go down and check on the others?” Ayaka asked once they were both dressed.

Sora was very ready. Much as she loved being with Ayaka, she missed Karin and Isana. So she nodded her agreement, and off they went.

Upon coming downstairs, they found Isana lying on the couch in the shaded sunlight, with Karin serenely napping in her arms, with Isana gently stroking one of the girl’s small wings. It was a beautiful, peaceful scene and Sora made a mental note to treat Karin’s wings the same way the next time they were together. Isana’s longer white hair was mixed together with Karin’s wine-red, making for an interesting contrast since their faces were so close.

Sora saw something in their faces. It was the same hint of something, like a glow, that she’d noticed on Ayaka’s face earlier… and on Karin’s that morning. She figured that meant they’d made love too, and were resting it off. Actually, a nap sounded like a good idea, she decided.

“Welcome back, you two,” Isana said, lifting a hand to slowly stroke Karin’s hair in an affectionate manner that made her look very motherly. She caressed a soft cheek, and Karin stirred, groaning a little at being disturbed from her rest. Her eyes flickered open, and Isana laughed, then she looked back up at the others, still smiling. “You guys made quite a ruckus. Karin here wanted to go up and look in on you, but I, um, sort of distracted her. Then we took a nap together.”

Sora felt her ears get hot, but Ayaka guided her over to the other sofa and pulled her down into a warm embrace that she couldn’t help but sink into. Once they were comfortable, Ayaka explained what happened upstairs. She didn’t go into explicit detail about the sex stuff, thankfully, describing instead the feeling of their magic flaring up unexpectedly. Sora shivered in remembrance, feeling her nipples harden again as her magic burbled from the memory.

“Don’t worry about it,” Isana chuckled when Ayaka was done. Karin was fully awake now, but she didn’t budge from Isana’s arms. “I expected your magic to interact somehow, because it’s still trying to settle in and get to know you. I also knew all of us were going to want sex very badly… that’s how things work with witches. It sounds like you had a lot of fun, though. I know Karin and I did. In fact, it was one of the nicest baths I’ve had in years!”

“Yeah, but it wore me out,” Karin laughed, clearly enjoying Isana’s caresses. “Nothing weird happened with us, though; we just had a nice bath, and… well, you know.”

“That’s because I was shaping and controlling the interaction of our auras and directing the energies,” Isana explained. “With both Sora and Ayaka being new and untrained, their unstable magic found a random but generally benign purpose to expend itself on when it reacted to their emotions. It made for an interesting event at least. I’m just happy you all enjoyed the experience.”

“I loved being with Sora,” Ayaka said, smiling. Sora melted deeper into the hug, feeling the simple conviction in Ayaka’s words. “Do we have plans for the afternoon?”

“Well,” Isana said, “I thought we’d go into town again today.”

“Where in town?” Karin asked, quickly stirring further from her languid state.

“I noticed that none of you have very many things like clothes or personal items, so I wanted to remedy that. Plus, we need a few other necessary things. Karin reminded me that none of you have hampers or trash cans for your rooms, for instance. It’ll take overnight at the minimum for your magic to settle, so I figured we could make a nice evening of it.”

“We’re getting new clothes!” Sora gasped.

“Yep, it’s not like I’m anywhere close to short on money. It’ll be entertaining and useful at the same time,” Isana explained.

Sora squirmed, eagerly looking up into Ayaka’s green eyes. “Can you help me find nice stuff? I like the kind of clothes you wear.”

“Of course I will,” Ayaka agreed with proud, sisterly pleasure in her voice, expression, and touch. “It’s what cool big sisters are for!”

“Me too, Ayaka!” Karin enthused. “Please?”

“You too, Karin,” Ayaka replied. “I’m more than happy to help.”

“Then let’s all pile into the truck and hit the road!” Isana announced, catching the rising mood. “We’ll have lunch out… maybe dinner.”

Ten minutes later, Sora was in the backseat of the vehicle with Karin. Both of them were quite glad to be close to each other again, and Sora shared a few deep looks with the girl that filled her with that new, special warmth. Isana drove, Ayaka was next to her and almost radiating her happiness. They all laughed and joked and talked as they rode along. It was immensely fun.

To Sora, this already felt like her family. None of them were related by blood, but she loved them anyway. And best of all, they loved her back, and each other too. For whatever reason she’d been blessed with this stroke of good fortune, Sora was thankful.

On to Chapter Nine!

Note from JetBoy: Let’s welcome this fine story back, after far too long without a new installment… for which your humble Porn Whisperer takes full blame. I got the chapters messed up while involved in too many other stories and simply lost track of it. Heartfelt apologies to Nuit du Loop and all Juicy Secrets readers. Please line up on the right to join in administering my richly deserved ass-kicking.

It’s a complex story, by the way — you might find it worth your while to read it over again after the long hiatus.

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By Nuit du Loup

Sora closed the door behind her and listened as Karin and Isana walked past. She still felt a sense of excitement inside, and her puss, as Karin called it, was still warm from the fresh memory of what the two of them had done in bed together last night. It was probably her imagination, but her skin seemed to feel tingly where Karin’s hands had been.

Now she regretted getting angry at Isana. It made sense that she worried about them. It was one of the things that made Sora trust her. But Isana hadn’t yelled back or anything. She’d just smiled and made her feel better, then did the same for Ayaka.

Using the magical dial thing, Sora turned up the brightness of her bedroom lights, wondering again whether she ought to have picked a room with a window. Karin’s room was lovely with the sun and breeze coming in, and she had a bathroom right next door. Sora was worried that the others would think she was acting like a little kid if she asked to change rooms.

Her initial impulse to stay as close as possible to Isana seemed childish now. But she’d been so captivated by the woman’s open friendliness and warmth that she wanted to keep it nearby, as if Isana might suddenly disappear for some reason. Isana was the first adult she’d ever met that made her feel safe, and in a way she’d never experienced before. But now she also had Ayaka, who really did give the nicest hugs, and Karin, who made her heart feel funny even while she did odd things. She had three new friends who liked her and weren’t ever mean. She wasn’t even bothered by Karin’s teasing anymore.

Like Karin, all Sora’s things were still in her luggage. She frowned at the bag. Since she’d been younger, more timid, and less outspoken than most of the girls in the orphanage, all her clothing had been multi-generational hand-me-downs. Nothing looked good on her, except for the outfit those two nice women had bought for her on the night she’d met Isana and the others.

She sighed. It wasn’t as if she could make something better appear because she wanted it to. Instead, she crouched down, unzipped the bag, then dumped the contents onto the bed she had yet to sleep in. A pile of assorted clothing spilled out, in the reverse order they’d been packed. Some items tumbled off onto the floor, and an ambitious balled-up pair of socks rolled all the way to the far wall.

Since they’d been in her top drawer before, Sora’s underwear was packed at the bottom of the bag, and now they’d found their way to the top of the pile. She selected a pair of pale green panties that had once been a much darker shade, and tugged on her towel to let it drop to the floor.

Being naked again made her smile, another reminder of the sexy things she’d done. She wasn’t a little kid anymore. She’d been in a tub with three other girls, and slept naked with two of them. She’d even had real, actual sex with another girl, one that she was sure she loved. Soon she’d be learning magic with the others, too.

But that was for later. Sora’s tummy rumbled to remind her about breakfast, so she pulled her panties on, ignoring the slight looseness of the waistband. Hand-me-down underwear was gross, but it was all she had.

A soft knock sounded at the door. “Sora?” came Ayaka’s friendly call.

Sora blushed, her ears drooping for a moment. But she rallied her nerves, reminding herself that there was no need to be self-conscious here. “Come in,” she said, still feeling a hint of shyness when Ayaka opened the door and entered.

At the sight of her fellow student, Sora let out an involuntary ‘ooh’ noise that made her cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“You like it?” Ayaka sounded pleased. She turned from side to side, showing off the pale yellow sundress she wore. It had two thin straps at the shoulders and hung just low enough to show a tiny hint of cleavage, with the hem at mid-thigh. It had a white, barely visible leaf pattern and a waist sash that hung untied around the back.

Sora couldn’t tear her eyes away. Ayaka was so beautiful, even with her lush hair a little mussed.

“Hey, Sora?” Ayaka said, “I was hoping you could help me get this sash tied, then, um, maybe come down to  breakfast with me…?”

“You… you look so pretty,” Sora breathed, a tiny bit jealous that Ayaka had something so nice to wear, but she was also more than a little awed by the effect. She also had the sudden resurgence of an urge to touch Ayaka’s hair. It looked so wonderfully soft.

“Really? Thanks, Sora,” Ayaka smiled back. “What’s up?”

Realizing she’d been caught staring, Sora decided to go ahead and ask. “Can I touch your hair?”

“My hair?” Ayaka laughed, but in a very nice way that made Sora feel good inside. “Sure thing, but can you also do the tie of my dress up while you’re back there?”

Sora nodded, not even noticing that all the while, Ayaka had been enjoying the sight of her nude body.

When Ayaka turned around, Sora grasped the two ends of the sash and pulled it just tight enough to cinch in the waist, then tied it in a loose knot like she would with a hair ribbon. The task accomplished, she eagerly wove her fingers through the thick curtain of Ayaka’s cinnamon-hued hair.

Just like she’d imagined, the girl’s hair was so soft she found herself hugging Ayaka from behind and burying her face in it. It felt lovely, and had a nice smell that she would forever associate with her older sister. That, in turn, reminded her that she had a question.

“When you said that earlier, about smelling me,” Sora said, raising her face. “Can you really tell when girls have been doing sex with each other?”

Ayaka gave a soft chuckle, and Sora felt gentle hands covering hers. Ayaka explained all about how she and Isana had sensitive noses – Isana, because she was half cat-woman, and Ayaka because she was some-kind of wolf land-deity thingy. Sora didn’t exactly understand that part.

It sounded like Ayaka could turn herself into a wolf or something, but Sora had never seen her do that, so she asked, “How come you never become a wolf?”

“I’ve never tried, actually,” Ayaka admitted a little sheepishly. “The city made me too weak to even try; now I’m kind of afraid to.”

“Isana could probably fix it if you mess up,” Sora reasoned.

“Hmm, maybe,” Ayaka replied thoughtfully. “I’ll ask her about that later. But as much as I really like it when you hug me, we’re supposed to be heading down for breakfast with the others.”

“You feel and smell so good, though,” Sora explained with a smile, finally letting Ayaka go. Then she frowned at her pile of clothes, still strewn about on the bed. “I don’t have anything that looks as nice as your dress. All I’ve got is a bunch of old stuff that used to belong to someone else.”

“Yeah, those panties you have on look pretty worn out,” Ayaka said, giving her a careful look-over, and this time Sora did notice that Ayaka was clearly enjoying the sight of her body. It made her tingle nicely between the legs. “But I only have this dress because another girl thought it was ugly and wanted to give it away. Total luck there. But let me have a peek at what you’ve got. I can’t believe there isn’t something you’d look good in.”

Sora watched, fascinated, as Ayaka combed through her clothes like a woman digging for treasure – which, she thought, was exactly what the girl was doing. Sora never had a choice about what clothes she was given, but Ayaka seemed to have a clear idea about what went with what. She started sorting things into new, smaller piles, including one that Sora knew had to be a discard pile.

Finally, Ayaka handed her a dark denim skirt, a forest-green tank top, and a faded, checked yellow and white button-up shirt. “This way, we’ll match a little bit,” she said. “Too bad you have the same underwear problems I do. Those look uncomfortable.”

“Yours are like that?” Sora asked, gratefully taking the clothes, which really did look like a nice ensemble. She’d never noticed before, which made her wonder if what other things she owned were better than she thought.

“Yep,” Ayaka sighed overdramatically. “The problem with being a growing teenage girl in that place is most of my stuff doesn’t fit very well. Most of my panties are much too small and really start to pinch late in the day – or they ride up, which is worse. And they never gave me any bras, just told me I’d get some later. Well, later never came. All I have are these thin, worn-out undershirts, see?” She pointed towards her chest, and Sora noticed Ayaka’s nipples showing through. “Check it out – I see you naked, and poof, instant nippliness!”

Sora dressed quickly, and Ayaka made her turn around slowly so as to get a good look. Giggling a little, complied, smiling hugely when she saw the appreciation in Ayaka’s bright green eyes. If it got a reaction like that, or the look Karin had given her earlier, maybe being cute wasn’t so bad.

Ayaka was nice enough to offer to help Sora put away her clothes, and to go through them later to look for other possible outfits. She may not have been her real older sister, but Sora sure thought Ayaka acted like one. It made her want to hug the older girl again.

They went downstairs together. Sora kind of wanted to hold Ayaka’s hand, but that was childish, so she put the idea out of her head. It was enough that Ayaka slowed her pace to remain close by.

When they got to the kitchen, both girls had a laugh at Karin’s totally serious expression as Isana showed her how to make French toast. Karin’s hair was still mussed from their earlier fun and even tangled around her horn a little, but seeing her again made Sora’s puss feel warm and gooey when she remembered the pleasures they’d shared.

“Wow, you’re looking very nice this morning, you two,” Isana said in cheery greeting, while Karin placed a batter-covered bread slice onto a greased skillet over the stove. It sizzled very nicely. On the breakfast table were bowls of cut strawberries with smaller bowls of real cream for dipping. A jug of milk and a pitcher of grape juice sat in the center, surrounded by a set of white ceramic plates.

“Ayaka helped me pick stuff out,” Sora admitted, not wanting to take undue credit for her outfit.

“Phhfft,” Ayaka sputtered with a happy laugh and a sisterly smile. “You’re crazy cute, Sora. All I did was frame it a little. I’m good with colors.”

They both went over to the booth and slid all the way in. It was fun, sitting side by side with Ayaka, watching Karin learning to cook under Isana’s eyes. Ayaka even put an arm round her shoulders, and seemed quite pleased when Sora leaned comfortably against her.

They talked about a bunch of random stuff – which Sora loved, because she’d never just sat around and talked with anyone before yesterday. Even better, Ayaka never once made her feel dumb.

“All finished!” Karin announced with accomplished pride. She and Isana each carried a plate stacked with steaming French toast. Isana also had a jug of real maple syrup, something none of them had ever tasted before. They’d always had the fake stuff back at the orphanage.

“Looks great, Karin!” Ayaka said, assessing the arriving food with a hungry gaze.

“It is!” Karin agreed with a grin. “Well, all except for the bottom two. Those were the experiments.”

“We’ll still eat them,” Isana chuckled, plopping a dish of butter on the table. “Cooking is just like magic, girls. You get better by doing it.”

Karin and Isana seated themselves with the others. Then the food was passed around, and Sora got another pleasant surprise when Isana revealed that Karin was the one who had asked for strawberries, remembering that Sora liked them from when they’d been in the garden on the previous day. That gave Sora the special feeling all over again. No one had ever done something sweet like that, just for her.

Breakfast was wonderful. Unlike meals at the orphanage, no one ignored Sora because she was the littlest one. When she talked, they listened. She’d never before felt so much like she was part of something. The food was amazing, too. Ayaka even made a point of choosing one of the two ‘experimental’ toast slices for herself, eating them with genuine enjoyment. Sora relished the juicy, red strawberries, which were even tastier with the fresh cream. Then it was her and Ayaka’s turn to wash up afterward, which was actually kind of fun..

“Now, it’s time to wake up your magic, girls!” Isana announced, once everything was either put away or drying in the sink rack. She was in a good mood and her white furred tail was twitching happily. “Outside, everybody!”

After slipping on shoes, they filed into the garage, each of them feeling more than a little excited. Isana waved a hand towards the garage door and it rolled obediently upwards. Like all the other times Isana had done magic, Sora felt a warm tingle deep inside, just above her groin, and almost thought she could see something too.

Isana was moving quickly now.  She went to her huge truck, pulled a big tool chest out of the bed and set it down on the concrete. Then she went to the other side of the garage to a set of wall-mounted cabinets, weaving her way through the random stuff that filled the space. From there she brought back a huge, folded blanket that was almost too big and awkward for her to carry.

“I’ll carry that,” Ayaka volunteered, awkwardly shouldering the dark blue blanket. It was a bit frayed, and in a dark blue color.

“Woo, thanks!” Isana said with a chuckle. She picked her toolbox up and gestured for them to follow her, so they did.

They tramped into the woods, following a vague trail through the low underbrush. Now that the sun was all the way up, it was a little hotter than the day before and a bit more humid as well. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. Sora liked the woods, and she found herself hoping that they would see those cute foxes again.

Ayaka seemed the happiest of the group, though. She was smiling, breathing deeply as if she really enjoyed the fresh air of the outdoors.

“Do I seem weird?” Ayaka suddenly asked Sora, noticing the girl’s curious looks.

“No,” Sora answered honestly. Actually, she thought Ayaka fit in this place quite nicely and said so. Ayaka just laughed and gave her a one-armed hug.

After a while, they came to a sunny clearing. A picnic table that sat off to one side told them it was artificial, but Sora thought it was pretty with the sun shining through a thin cover of leaves. It was carpeted with long, lush grasses and lots of dead sticks and other foresty things.

Taking a look around, Isana made a snorting noise – and Sora felt the magic tingle again. This time it was a giant, invisible broom, which suddenly appeared to sweep all the fallen branches and other poky things away to one side.

“There,” Isana said with satisfaction. “Ayaka, can you set the blanket out?”

They all got out of the way and Ayaka snapped her arms, casting out the big square of cloth. It settled with a soft hushed sound upon the grass. Isana gestured for them to sit down on it, so they did. Isana set her box aside and then plopped herself down, legs out before her, only pausing to adjust her tail a little.

“Okay, girls,” Isana said. “Like I told you in the kitchen, all we’re going to do right now is to wake up your magic, so that it and your body can get used to each other and get in sync. What I am going to do is a bit like a noise that wakes you up before your alarm clock does.”

“Why are we out in the woods?” Karin asked, looking around at the abundant greenery. The sounds of birds and other small animals made for a nice background.

“Two reasons,” Isana replied. “First, it’s a nice day out and I enjoy the outdoors. Second, and more relevant, there are occasions when a person’s magic wakes up and a random flare of nascent power does something completely random. It can actually do damage. I was lucky when I was a girl; I only turned every surface of a small room neon orange. I’m just trying to minimize collateral whatever.”

Sora felt a little relieved. She’d actually been a little worried she might make it rain again or something like that. She frowned, though, when Isana held out a welcoming hand to her.

“Come on, Sora… you’re first up since your magic is closest to the surface. Just sit down on my lap, facing outwards towards the others, and lean back against me.” When the girl obeyed, she continued. “Now relax, and let me do my magic thing.”

Sora felt a shiver of worry, but when she glanced at her new older sisters, both gave her encouraging smiles, Karin making a pushing motion with her hands. So Sora shoved down her anxiousness and leaned back into Isana, whose small hands found her hips. Sora liked the touch, gentle yet in control at the same time.

“Now, just stay calm and let your magic wake up slowly and naturally,” Isana said quietly near her left ear. Her breath teased over her skin. “It feels a little different for everyone, but you’ll definitely know when it happens. If it seems scary, just remember I’m right here with you. I won’t let you be hurt. Okay?”

“Okay,” Sora replied, steeling herself to the task at hand.

She had no idea what to expect, but did trust Isana. It was wonderfully soothing when the woman began to rub her bare belly with one hand in a circular motion. The caress went almost all the way up to her chest, then back down to the hem of her skirt. It felt good and gave her a little of that aroused feeling, but mostly it was relaxing. She closed her eyes and sat quietly, waiting.

It started deep inside. Just below her tummy, inside her pelvic area, she became aware of a growing sensation. At first there was just a tiny tickle that she couldn’t quite describe. It made her smile, though. It grew quickly, filling her belly with a fire that tingled with loosened electricity. Out and up it spread, suffusing her torso, then outward along her limbs.

She felt her nipples hardening to sensitive little pebbles and her skin grew damp as her body tried to cool itself with sweat. Her breathing increased, too, as her body demanded more oxygen to help energize these changes. Without changing, Isana’s strokes became enticing as well as soothing. Unconsciously Sora arched her back into the woman, feeling something crazy rushing up her spine and into her head like an explosion.  There was a brief, startling moment when she thought she might suffocate, then all her breath rushed out in one, great exhalation, sending leaves rustling and drawing surprised gasps from her sisters when it swept over them. The forest around them rustled in hushed agitation for several minutes afterward.

There was a gap in her recollection, but slowly Sora felt herself calming down. Her muscles felt like she’d used all of them hard, kind of like after a good exercise routine at school. Her stomach felt empty, even though she’d just eaten a huge breakfast. The soft shirt was now rough on her little nubs, the sexual tension burning low. What she still had though, was a sense of energy that ran through her nerves. It was in constant motion, and alive, but Sora knew it was a natural part of what she was. It was hers.

“That is your magic,” Isana whispered in her left ear, nuzzling it a little, which felt nice. “From now on, it’s your constant companion. It’s still small, but as you grow and learn, it will too. It’s also something to enjoy. Can you stand up, or do you need a minute?”

Opening her eyes, Sora gasped. The energy in her body thrummed and the world took on a slightly different appearance. The forest was still there, of course, but now she could sense the magic behind it. Karin looked like a sparkler, with an aura that was fizzling and glowing erratically. Ayaka… the sight of Ayaka made her stop breathing for a long moment. In that weird sight, her glowing aura was the same ‘color’ as the magical glow of the forest, but especially pretty, like seeing a glorious sunrise but somehow even more profound.

After a moment or two, the magical vision slowly faded and the normal forest had returned. She tried to rise but her legs felt weak.

“Just crawl over,” Ayaka suggested, sitting down and extending her arms. “Karin’s next up.”

Sora realized that she really did want to be held, so she rolled off Isana, giggling when her leg got caught for a second, and crawled over to the others. Karin stooped to give her a quick, but very nice peck on her lips before taking her place with Isana. Sora slid easily into Ayaka’s arms, resting there with her head against a softly rounded breast. Then they both shifted a little to watch Karin’s turn. Somehow they both knew it was important that they each witness the awakening of the others.

It’s part of the sisterly love thing, Sora thought.

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Karin fidgeted a little when she settled onto Isana’s lap, getting comfortable for what was to come. Her heart was beating fast with excitement after watching Sora, knowing she was next to experience whatever it was. Isana’s warm hands slid around her middle, slipping under the shirt like they had with her younger sister. She felt and heard Isana inhale deeply, and the exhalation tickled the nape of her neck. It was an oddly intimate act. She thought she could detect Isana’s heart, matching the rhythm of hers.

“Same thing as with Sora,” Isana said in a breathy voice, speaking very softly by her ear. “Are you ready?”

“Are you okay?” Karin asked, wondering why Isana sounded like that.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine,” Isana laughed gently, kissing her neck affectionately. “But everything you guys feel while going through this, I do too. It’s a kind of feedback. Also, I can feel all your raw magics mingling with mine, which is really putting me into a certain mood. This is also why I might feel you up a little more than I did with Sora. I won’t be able to help that.”

“Okay,” Karin answered, not minding in the least that Isana might touch her that way. “Start whenever you want.”

For Karin, the first sensation of her magic was a startling one. The rubbing of Isana’s hands lulled her into a drowsy calm. Then, out of nowhere, a jolting series of little ripples, like a wake of static electricity, rolled over every inch of her skin.  It wasn’t painful, but it made her shudder and gasp as sensitive places were stimulated. Her puss was suddenly wet, and she could feel her arousal growing. It made her want to kiss someone. The sizzling energy drove into her body in one massive assault, causing a small release between her legs.

When calm returned, she was breathing hard. Isana was gently kissing and licking at her neck in a manner that was both comforting and extremely sexual. She was panting right along with Karin.

When Karin opened her eyes, which she didn’t remember having closed, she saw the auras. To her, Ayaka was like a hot fire on a winter night, blazing with life and seeping into the world around her. Sora’s aura reached out to touch hers like a living wave of sunlight, and they intermingled for a moment, tasting each other before she felt a tender pull that separated them. Then the sight went away, like water running down a drain.

Both her sisters were watching with warm, loving eyes. She could feel their caring for her. Karin wanted to rush over to them, so Ayaka could wrap both arms around her while Sora, who made her heart tingle even now, kissed her again with the same passion they’d discovered only hours before.

A soft rush of wind against her cheek returned Karin to normal thought.

“Welcome back,” Isana teased in her ear. She was still touching her a little, but only around the waist. “That was pretty exciting!”

“Have you done this before?” Karin asked, calming down. She felt amazingly drained, even though she could feel her magic fizzing away inside like an eager puppy.

“Nope, you three are my first,” Isana chuckled, gently nudging Karin to climb out of her lap. “This is a learning experience for me, too! Now come on, I need to do Ayaka too.”

“Mmm, okay,” Karin groaned, rising to her feet.

Ayaka breathed deeply, forcing herself to relax as Karin stood and slowly made her way over on unsteady legs. Sora was still nestled in her arms; so she tenderly gave one long ear a single-finger caress, drawing out a tiny, pleased whimper.

“Sora, can I let Karin hold you?” Ayaka murmured. “I have to be with Isana now.”

“Okay,” Sora sighed, sitting back slowly onto her haunches. Ayaka gave her a soft kiss on the lips, feeling a flash of joy when Sora returned it. Then she was standing, and Karin was moving to sit behind Sora, holding the girl the same way she had.

Ayake shared a smile with Karin before she crossed over to join Isana. She recognized the state Isana was in, and her body responded instinctively to her teacher’s arousal. But before she could do anything about it, Isana chuckled and tugged her down by an arm, making Ayaka yelp, then laugh happily in surprise.

“That will come later, my little kitten,” Isana said pleasantly, making her flush at the endearment. Ayaka had fallen side-saddle, so she had to adjust a little to sit in the right position. Isana helped, even if a hand did rub a little suggestively inside her thigh. Once in place, Isana made no pretense about not feeling her up, the way she had with Karin and Sora. Ayaka really didn’t mind, though. Not at all.

“Now, let us see what we have here,” Isana said, her voice dropping again as she went to work. Something probed inside Ayaka, exploring her deep inside in a way that left her completely at ease. When the touch encountered that special place inside her mind and body, where she was aware of all the wonderful natural life surrounding her, Ayaka gasped.

“Here we are indeed,” Isana exclaimed softly, giving the girl’s breast a gentle squeeze. “Ayaka, you have a beautiful gift inside you, too.”

Suddenly, it was as if a gate of some kind had been thrust open inside her. All the vitality of the forest, of the entire world around her, was instantly connected to her very being. It was spicing the air she breathed and filling the ground beneath her feet. Life and magical power were one and the same, shared like a blessing. With the gate open, all that vigor flowed through her, exciting and enlivening her. It defined the word ‘magical’.

She became aware of Isana’s magic, enfolding her and caressing her like the lovers they were now. Ayaka’s arousal flared anew, as she and Isana touched physically and magically, sharing their all with each other. Her sisters, too, were changed before her newly awakened eyes.  She could feel their life too and see it as flames of light. Through the nearly-infinite living connections of the world, her magic touched theirs and she tasted their auras, knowing them deeply. It was, perhaps, one of the most intimate and special moments she’d ever experienced, only bested by her first lovemaking with Isana.

“Is that… Ayaka?” Karin said softly, her voice a rasp. Both of the younger girls were staring at her in wonder.  She could see their magic in their eyes. “I can feel her.”

“So warm,” Sora said, closing her eyes for a moment as if savoring the experience.

When Ayaka began to feel tired, a gentle, ephemeral awareness guided her mind into closing the Life-Gate. When it was shut, and she was once again returned to the comforting blanket of life, she knew it was no longer locked to her. She could open it again at any time. But a sharp and not unpleasant nip of Isana’s teeth jolted through her body from the right ear, slamming her back into waking consciousness.

Before Ayaka could say anything at all, Karin and Sora were coming at them both in an excited rush. Sora won, climbing directly onto Ayaka which made Isana grunt from the added weight. Slim arms held her tightly, even as she was aware of Karin hugging them all. The moment lasted for a bit, but it grew too much for poor Isana.

“Um, not to be the downer here, but I need to be able to feel my legs again!” she declared. They all broke into laughter, knowing they’d shared something wonderful that morning. Then they all slowly clambered to their feet, though Ayaka still had a cuddly Sora nestled in her arms. Isana jiggled her legs to get the blood flowing, then stood as well. She gave them all a proud, if very aroused, smile, her tail swishing happily. “Congrats, girls! Now you’re all officially witches!”

“That was so cool,” Karin enthused, looking down at herself as if she could see the change wrought upon her body. Then she looked up. “I felt yours, Ayaka.”

“It felt really nice, like your hugs,” Sora added, making no move to end their embrace.

“Ayaka is more unique than most,” Isana said. “Explaining it right now would take a while, but I have to repeat what I said a moment ago: your magic is beautiful, Ayaka.”

“Thanks… I think,” Ayaka replied, sharing a smile with Isana.  She wanted very badly to take care of the heat between her legs. Isana must have noticed, because her smile became a knowing one.

“Girls, I know exactly how you’re all feeling right now,” Isana said candidly. “Now that your magic is newly awake, you’re going to have moments like this. It’s part of what I explained to you last night about being a witch. So, why don’t we head back to the house and we can all wash up and well… cool down and enjoy the moment a little. I sure intend to.”

Ayaka had to disengage herself from Sora long enough to refold the blanket, then she held the girl’s hand as they walked back to the house. Karin did the same with Isana, who was more than happy to have her close company. There was a definite air of sexual intimacy tying them together through their growing bonds, and now through their awakened magical abilities. But Karin was still Karin, so they also enjoyed a bit of levity as she expressed her curiosity about Isana’s magical equipment toolbox. It turned out it was only a magic emergency kit.

When they were back home, Ayaka knew what she really wanted to do. After last night, she wanted to be grown-up about things and enjoy being with her new family. She saw no reason to be shy about her intentions.

“Sora,” she said, pausing as they made their way upstairs. Sora looked up, ears flicking in happy acknowledgment. “Would you like to take your shower with me?”

“A shower with you?” Sora flushed with excited wonder. “Really?!”

“Yes,” Ayaka grinned. “We can have a little fun together. Sounds good?”

“Yeah!” Sora nodded enthusiastically. Even though it was only a few hours from her first time with Karin, Sora was just as interested as Ayaka was.

A few feet away from them, Karin gave Isana a hopeful look.

“That means you’re with me,” Isana laughed, playfully ruffling Karin’s hair, then pulling her into a hug. “Go grab your stuff and meet me in my room. We’ll have some fun too.”

Karin whooped happily and bounded up the stairs, dodging a swat to the bottom from Isana, who followed behind her at a more sedate pace.

“Come on, then,” Ayaka tugged Sora’s hand, and they too continued upwards.

On to Chapter Eight!

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

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?

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!