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Just This Once

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

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

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By eloquent delinquent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you see me doing something just now?”

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

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

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

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

Relief visibly washed over Hayley, and she smiled.

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

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

“Do you ever touch yourself between your legs?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mommy asked her, “Can you see?”

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

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

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

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

“Is it good?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch my kitty?”

“It’s okay. Just this once.”

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

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

“Yes honey, go ahead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You found it, didn’t you?”

“Um, hah, yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy?”

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

“Ohhh, yes, sweetie, yes I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, and you were so pretty, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

Part of her hoped she had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

 

A Model Companion, Part Two

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

By Louisa May

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Lara, kissing can be great.”

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

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

Lara smiled. “Doofuses, you mean.”

“Yes. Doofuses, indeed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that’s better. Okay. Ready?”

Lara’s lips were trembling. “Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

Lara giggled. “Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You — you really think so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you?”

Lara nodded. “Uh-huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

A Model Companion, Part One

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

By Louisa May

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara winced. “Mom… ow?”

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

“Well, Puffy likes it. I don’t.”

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

“Uh-huh.”

“Sure? Because I don’t have to–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara made a face. “Sometimes!”

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

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

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

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

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

The bulldog swung over to Lara. “You?”

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

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

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

Thong?” Lara looked somewhat stricken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels weird?”

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

“Ooh, yeah–”

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

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

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

“Infected?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh, keep it coming.”

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

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

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

Valerie smiled. “Or something, yeah.”

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

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

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

Lara’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Valerie nodded, moving closer to the girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Umm… can I touch it again?”

“Hmm, let me think about that… YES?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll have to check with your mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara was breathless. “Bye.”

With a final wink, Valerie made her exit.

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

On to Part Two!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 7

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

By Nuit du Loup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh!” Sora’s eyes opened wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” Karin asked.

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

“Yeah,” Karin replied, suddenly worried.

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

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

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

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

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

Boom?”

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

“It doesn’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coming eventually: Chapter Eight!

 

Mommy and Thea

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

Note: This story first appeared at the Nifty Archive earlier this year. I fell in love with it, and wrote the author to tell her as much, along with a link to Juicy Secrets. She sent a gracious reply. I was quick to ask her if we could post “Mommy and Thea” here, and she consented.

Thanks, Mindy. We love your story, and look forward to more gems from your deliciously wicked imagination.

***

by Mindy Max

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Private even from Mommy,” I told her.

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

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

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

***

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

What a cruel world we live in.

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

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

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

No!

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

***

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

“Mommy,” she said. “My chest hurts.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, Mommy,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Incest.

Pedophilia.

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

Thea was begging for it…

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

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

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

What to do?

“Mommy?” she whispered.

I gulped. “Yes, baby?”

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

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

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

“Thea…” I said, my voice shaking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Mommy!” I heard her beg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Mommy,” she murmured.

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

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

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

“Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we fuck again? Lots and lots?”

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

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

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

She smiled. “Yeah!”

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

She nodded obediently. I could see that she understood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only Thea would do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, my darling?”

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

“Mom…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She couldn’t mean that. She couldn’t!

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

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

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

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

Of course, she said yes.

The End

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

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 1, 2021 at 2:35 pm

By Nuit du Loup

On the opposite side of the house, Isana awoke before Sora did, which was very unusual for her. Being self-employed, she often slept in late when she could and snuggled deep into the nest of her bed. The change came because, for the second day in a row, she had the warm, enticing body of a girl in her arms. Ayaka’s form was spooned into hers and her face was nestled in the girl’s soft, brown hair. She breathed in deep, taking in Ayaka’s wonderful scent, tinged slightly with a female musk, and felt thankful for the fact that she was no longer alone in her bed and home.

“Are you finally awake?”

Isana started, hearing Ayaka’s amused voice without any warning that the girl was also awake. In response, she leaned up and playfully gave Ayaka’s left earlobe a soft nip before saying, “How long have you been up, hmm?”

“Hey!” Ayaka laughed and made a show of pretending to try and ward off Isana’s further nibbles and licks to her neck and ears. But making sure she never moved far enough to prevent Isana from doing so. “I always wake up with sunrise. I didn’t want to wake you up, though, because I’ve been enjoying this quite a bit. I like having your arms around me and just being with you feels wonderful.”

“So, no morning-after regrets, then?” Isana said with pure happiness in her voice in response to Ayaka’s words. Her hands slid up Ayaka’s bare belly and gently cupped her nicely growing, adolescent pair breasts. Ayaka sighed with pure pleasure and rolled her hips meaningfully into Isana, welcoming the caress. Then she sighed again, a little deeper this time, and began turning over in Isana’s arms.

When they were facing each other, Ayaka leaned in slowly and they kissed with passionate intensity. At first, Isana was surprised by the strength of Ayaka’s emotions, but she also felt touched and enflamed by them.  Ayaka’s words of the night before had not just been hormone-induced and it showed now. It was perhaps the greatest expression of love Isana had been given since the death of her adoptive mother. When Ayaka pulled back, she gave Isana a small return love-nibble to the tip of her tiny nose and smiled wide.

“Of course I have no regrets!” Ayaka declared straightforwardly. “I meant it when I said that I love you, and I’m more than happy that I had sex with you and slept in your arms. I hope to do so often from now on. Does that work?”

“Just making sure,” Isana grinned back. She threw her weight forward in a roll and Ayaka laughed in surprised delight as Isana pushed the girl over onto her back and then knelt on all fours over her. Still smiling, Isana moved in for the attack before Ayaka could protest and began nibbling, sucking, and licking at her pale-skinned neck and upper chest.

“Isana!”  Ayaka cried, her voice cracking in a loud series of laughs that were fighting through gasps of sexual pleasure. Then Ayaka’s smile matched hers and it was Isana’s turn to cry out because two slim fingers deftly found her soaked slit and easily pushed inside through the wetness. Isana was forced to raise her mouth to give voice to her enjoyment. Ayaka laughed exultantly and slid down the bed under her. A mouth found a turgid nipple and suckled hard on it.

Smirking, Isana quickly sat up and back onto her legs, despite the fact that she had quite enjoyed Ayaka’s oral ministration. Her smirk cut off into a chuckle when Ayaka followed her up without hesitation and pushed her backward. Isana landed on her back with a thump, and she was quickly surmounted by the excited teenage girl. Ayaka was breathing a little hard from the play and sexual teasing, but she was obviously enjoying herself and openly aroused.

“Mine again!” Ayaka crowed happily, dropping to retake a breast into her mouth.

Isana arched her back from the wonderful sensations and then turned the movement into a raised roll. Ayaka gave a startled yelp and moaned at being denied, and then her voice turned into a soft shriek as the sheet she landed on slid right over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Isana followed quickly and found Ayaka belly down, her bare butt just rising up. Grinning, Isana slid on top of Ayaka facing towards her butt and held her place that way.

“Aww, that’s totally not fair, ah!” Ayaka’s words cut off satisfactorily when Isana licked right down the crack of Ayaka’s pretty pale ass, over her back hole and finally onto her very damp girlhood. For a moment Ayaka’s playful struggling ceased, but then she wiggled her butt a little and tried to complain in a voice filled with arousal. “Isana! At least let me turn over!”

“As long as you promise to stay still for now,” Isana agreed magnanimously, lifting slightly so that Ayaka could rollover. Once Ayaka’s pussy was before her once again, Isana descended and attacked, parting wet lips with her eager tongue and tasting once again the pure, delicious flavor of the girl. Ayaka gave one loud cry of joy and then realized what their positioning meant and decided the game was ended. Instead, she focused entirely on Isana’s bare slit, now an inch or two from her face.

Isana didn’t know how long they were like that, each of them giving pleasure to the other, but after a long while, Ayaka third or fourth orgasm flared and trembled below her. This made the girl’s assault on her own pussy redouble along with muffled moans. A minute later it was Isana’s turn again. When the wonderful tremor passed, she rolled off her new ward and onto her shaggy, sun-warmed rug and lay panting, feeling a warm elation inside.

When she rose up again, she sat there, furry tail twitching from her delight as she looked down at Ayaka’s beautiful, naked, and sweaty body. Ayaka was grinning back at up her as she too breathed deeply to calm down, not at all embarrassed by her nudity anymore. Isana loved it. Ayaka was a breathtaking girl and she was sliding quickly into a deep place in her heart. Not only did she have a sense of humor that clicked well with her own, she liked to play too and trusted her implicitly.  It made her wonder just what kind of surprises the other two girls were going to give her. Either way, she knew she and Ayaka had something special going on here.

Ayaka sat up too and leaned back on her arms, almost glowing from her multiple sexual releases and from the brief physical activity leading to it. She also had a small, amused smirk on her lips. “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t want us to call you Mom or anything like that.”

“Very true,” Isana snorted in agreement. “Part of the reason I didn’t want to be called that, other than it makes me feel like an old lady, is because doing fun things like this would seem weird in your head. I’m still boss lady around here, though; please remember that until you’re an adult.”

“I’ll remember,” Ayaka replied with affectionate amusement. “You’re our teacher, and kind-of-parent, and I love you.”

Isana glowed inside again at the word ‘love’ but she also saw the question in Ayaka’s expression, so she answered honestly and quickly. “I’m coming to love you too, Ayaka. There aren’t many girls who are willing to joke with me and have a nice wrestle for fun. Plus, you are quite mature for your age and obviously intelligent, not to mention easy on the eyes. And most of all, you are one of the three reasons I’m not lonely anymore.”

Ayaka colored at the compliments but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she just smiled and stood up, stretching herself a little which showed off her body in interesting ways. Isana had a great view from her vantage, but she stood as well after a moment of appreciation. “I think I need a shower,” Ayaka said then, looking down at herself in appraisal. Her youthful body was glistening with sweat and her lush, soft hair was heavily mussed and in need of a wash. “But I really want to see Sora and Karin first. It’s probably weird, but I miss them already.”

“It’s not weird,” Isana chuckled, her tail twitching a little faster now that she wasn’t sitting on it. “The four of us are family now, so it’s natural to want to see your younger sisters.”

“Families fight with each other all the time,” Ayaka replied, raising a finger to mark the point.

“Yes they do, unfortunately,” Isana acknowledged. “You’ll probably have squabbles with Karin and Sora too, but I hope that when those happen, we can work through them. You’re the big sister of the house, so they’ll both be looking up to you. For instance, Karin seemed more than happy to have you around yesterday, remember?”

“Okay, I guess I get your point,” Ayaka said, smiling calmly. “I still want to go see them though, but I want to get some clothes on first. This sex stuff is kind of neat and all, but I don’t think I want to walk around naked all the time. It just seems weird not to wear clothes around the house.”

“Well, while I can’t say the idea of always seeing you naked doesn’t appeal greatly, I never did that much before you guys showed up either. Clothes just make things more comfortable most of the time for some reason.”

“Are you saying that you did hang around your house naked sometimes?” Ayaka laughed.

“Oh sure,” Isana admitted freely. “On nice days I like to layout on one of the really thick rugs downstairs and take naked naps on them in the sun from a window.  It feels pretty good.”

Smiling in continued amusement, Ayaka retrieved her discarded towel and wrapped it around herself in a fashion that Isana thought was almost artful.  Isana followed her lead, and pulled on a loose pair of cotton shorts and an old blue t-shirt that had seen much better days but was as soft as sin itself on her skin. Once ‘dressed,’ they shared quick appraising glances, one which Ayaka seemed pleased with, and then they headed towards the door. Just as she and Ayaka were stepping out into the hallway, Sora rounded the corner and into view.

“Oh, Sora!” Ayaka said in a happy greeting, spying the younger girl immediately.

Sora slowed her pace. She was also wearing only her towel and it was showing off a lot of her smooth, bronze skin. Sora flicked her ears twice in pleased surprise at meeting them and her small lips curled into a smile. “Ayaka? Isana?” Her voice was warm with her obviously good mood. “Morning!”

“You seem to be in good humor today,” Isana observed, unable to help her mental and bodily excitement from flaring up momentarily. Sora seemed to have a new vibrancy to her amazing cuteness today and there was a significant absence of her usual initial shyness. She seemed a lot more comfortable with where she was and who she was with, for which Isana was glad.

“It’s been great!” Sora enthused brightly, leaning in when Ayaka pulled her in close for a tight hug, to which she smiled wider and flicked her ears again.

“Mmm, Sora, you’re so nice to hug and cuddle,” Ayaka sighed satisfyingly, loosening her hold a little. Then Isana saw her frown and sniff towards the younger girl. Isana was surprised at first but quickly chastised herself for forgetting that Ayaka had told her the day before that she too had a very sensitive nose from being what she was.  “Why do you smell like metal and…? Oh!”

Wondering what had Ayaka looking so flummoxed, Isana leaned in too and immediately caught the same two scents that Ayaka had. She knew what they were and so apparently did Ayaka. “You smell like blood Sora?” she said softly before her mental filters could catch the words.

Sora’s ears snapped downward in clear displeasure at her and Ayaka’s concerned frowns. “You said it was okay to do sex stuff,” she said accusingly, looking right into Isana’s eyes. It was a pleading expression, but there was anger there too; anger that was probably justified, because of Isana’s rash words.

“Yes, I certainly did say that,” Isana agreed, speaking calmly for both her own benefit and for the girls. “I do want you to be able to explore and enjoy that part of your life. I just want to make sure that you’re okay with not physically being a virgin anymore. You can only give it once and some girls place a very high significance to who breaks it. I am not angry with you; not at all. I’m just worried about you. That’s all.”

“Oh,” Sora said in a small voice, her ears lifted and she seemed mollified by the explanation. She stood silent, with one of Ayaka’s hands sliding silently into one of hers, and then her smile was born anew. “It’s okay though. I really love Karin and we did it together. It was special because I know Karin loves me too. She was worried too, so I’m sorry I got angry at you.”

Isana sighed as the tension went away. “Sora, it’s okay to get angry sometimes if you need to. But I am not at all used to being responsible for growing young girls, so little things are probably going to freak me out for a while. I know you’re not a little kid, and that goes for you too, Ayaka, but I am going to worry about you. It’s a part of who I am.”

“You’re supposed to worry about us,” Ayaka grinned. She leaned in and gave Sora a quick, sisterly peck near her lips. “So, you and Karin did have some fun after all. Was it nice?”

“Oh my gosh!” Sora flushed visibly, and her ears twitched violently, but she smiled joyously. Her eyes were bright with remembered excitement. “Karin is so awesome!”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Ayaka chuckled and hugged Sora in again. Both girls were happy, sharing smiles filled by their new experiences. Ayaka was still curious though. “Did it hurt? When your hymen broke, I mean?”

“Uhm,” Sora fidgeted. To Isana’s amused eyes, she seemed to be trying to get Ayaka to tighten her hug again. “Not really. I was feeling really really good when it happened, and it was kind of like someone pinched me hard real quick, only it inside that place. I think it hurt more for Karin, though; she made a weird face when it happened. But I made her feel good, too—”

“Hey!”  They all turned to see Karin headed their way, her expressive face set in a curious smile.  She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts that were a tiny bit small and a sleeveless top. Karin too was blessed with a bit of a post-sex afterglow. Once again, Isana suppressed a flare of renewed arousal. “I was wondering why Sora was taking so long to change.”

“Sorry, Karin,” Ayaka said, gently letting go of Sora so she could give Karin a hug too. Karin accepted the embrace enthusiastically with flying arms. “Sora was just telling us about how nice you were to her, because Isana and I are nosy.”

“Hey! No bad puns!” Isana barked out with a surprised laugh. “It’s been a while since I heard that one, though.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Karin asked.

“They… umh… know we did stuff,” Sora said, a little shyly. “Ayaka smelled it on me.”

“Smelled?” Karin said in confusion. Then her expressions changed to a blushing one. “So, you guys know already?”

“Yes, we do, and no one is angry or upset about it at all,” Isana said quickly, trying to keep a repeat of Sora’s flare-up from occurring. “I’m just glad you guys had a good time and are fine with your decision. But are you okay Karin, Sora said it was more painful for you?’

Karin’s already dark skin deepened even further towards red, except where her small scale spots were. “I’m a little sore down there, but I don’t mind. I wanted to give Sora what she gave me. It was really special.”

“I know,” Isana replied, smiling a little easier and feeling amused again by Sora’s pleased, proud expression. “I can help with the soreness, though, and yours too, Sora — if you feel any.”

Isana reached out her hand, ran her fingers down from Karin’s collarbone and to the center of her chest. She let the magic in and around her to become visible to her eyes, her own aura touching on it. It shaped and responded to her call and in less than a second, she’d swept the young girl’s body for the damage and easily healed it with only a small pulse of blue light visible to the others. Finished, she pulled her hand back and saw that she had three sets of eyes looking at her in amazement.

“Whoa, I feel totally back to normal,” Karin said in wonder. Her gaze flicked over to Sora. “Sora, are sure you don’t feel anything?”

“It’s only a little bit,” Sora replied. “I’m okay.”

“Well, if you change your mind later I can still do something,” Isana said with a smile, waggling her fingers in the air in playful emphasis.

“Can I learn how to do that?!”

Isana turned to regard Ayaka and saw the girl looked extremely excited by what she’d seen. She was also staring at Isana’s hands intently. “If I can teach you how to use magic, then you can certainly focus on healing magics if you want to,” Isana explained. “Healing magic isn’t really an area where I’ve focused my own skills, but I do know enough to cover the basics. I also have several good volumes about the subject to help out.”

“What kinds of magic do you normally do?” Karin asked quickly.

“Well…if you had to give it a name, I guess you could call me a Maker,” Isana said after a bit of thought. “I know quite a bit about general magic use, which is why I’m so useful to the town, but what I’m really good at is making things; like the hot tub for example. I also enchanted the engine for my truck, the lift for my garage door, the terra-thermal water heater and lots of other things. Most of the magical things in this house have been made by me over the years.”

“Cool,” Karin replied, looking more impressed than Isana really thought she warranted, but it was nice anyways though.

“We’ll see if you still say that after you’ve spent a few years learning magic,” Isana countered. She gave her new little family a once-over. “Anyone object to breakfast before we get started?”

“Started?” Ayaka asked, smiling amusedly at the obvious cue.

“Yep, we’re gonna start the first magic lesson!”

Already?” Sora asked.

“Magic is a lifelong kind of thing,” Isana explained. “In order to learn its use and improve, you have to use it all the time. You’re going to do hundreds of little things, just so you can learn how it functions, its limitations, and the basic rules and laws that govern its use. The earlier we start, the more you can learn. All we’ll really do today though is quicken your natural gifts into life.”

“Well, I have no objection to some food!” Karin grinned, looking over at Sora. “Sora and me were planning on that before we ran into you guys.”

“Then how about you and I get started, while Ayaka and Sora put some clothes on?” Isana asked her.

“The towel look is very cute, Sora,” Ayaka said, smirking in a sisterly manner at the younger girl. “But let’s leave them to it.”

“Okay,” Sora agreed, smiling back.

Isana waited until Sora ducked into her room and Ayaka was rounding the corner to hers before she and Karin headed downstairs.  As they went, she and Karin debated the various merits of different breakfast foods they could prepare. Isana was seriously unused to being around someone with Karin’s level of sheer perkiness and vitality for an extended period of time. Not even Emi matched her. But if she was quite enjoyable to talk to, and Isana found herself laughing heartily long before they reached the kitchen. It was looking like a fun morning.

On to Chapter Seven!

 

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 5

  • Posted on March 23, 2021 at 2:44 pm

By Nuit du Loup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh!” Sora’s eyes opened wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” Karin asked.

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

“Yeah,” Karin replied, suddenly worried.

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

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

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

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

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

Boom?”

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

“It doesn’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Chapter Six!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 25, 2021 at 3:02 pm

By Nuit du Loup

By the time they got back to the house, the girls had discovered a number of very interesting things. Notable among them was that there was a den of foxes nearby that came and stole Karin’s strawberries that she’d picked at the garden when she set them down for a moment and that Isana’s wondrous marvels did not include a portable toilet. The latter was discovered by all three girls at one point or another when they refused to go back early for a break.  Having done it many times before, Isana had no qualms about peeing in the woods, but the girls were city folk and found it quite embarrassing when they had to duck behind a tree for a moment. They also returned very hungry.

Dinner was a raucous meal of laughing girls and good food.  Isana wasn’t all that bad a cook, and she was more than a little proud when the girls deemed dinner-worthy.  They spent an entire hour reminiscing about things, and even quiet Sora had plenty to say. While the girls may not have been very close when they arrived, it was clear even now that they enjoyed each other’s company. It made Isana glad that she’d accepted them into her home.

When Isana left them to their happy conversations in order to wash up the dinner dishes, she was a little surprised when Ayaka came up to her side shortly after and started to dry things for her. When she raised an interrogative eyebrow, Ayaka smiled warmly.

“Sora and Karin washed and dried at breakfast, so it’s not right for me to skip out,” Ayaka explained smoothly. “Besides, Sora got Karin to tell her about the foxes again. That girl thinks they’re the cutest things on earth now.”

While Ayaka was waiting for another dish to dry, Isana noticed how she kept rubbing at her thighs. “A little sore?” she asked in concern.

“Yeah, I haven’t ever walked that much before at one time,” Ayaka smiled ruefully. “If anything else, living here is going to have me in much better shape. I just wish the process of getting there wasn’t so uncomfortable. My leg is so stiff that I know it’s going to hurt even more tomorrow.”

“Which is why we’ll take care of it tonight, with my secret room,” Isana replied teasingly, handing over another dish.

“You keep hinting about this great place of yours,” Ayaka said, willingly rising to the bait. “Is this also where you’re going to explain things to the other girls?”

“Yes, it’s an appropriate place for many things,” Isana replied cryptically.

“A place that lies beyond that mysterious door on the north side of the house?” Ayaka countered, enjoying the game.

“I see my subtlety was wasted on you,” Isana grinned, washing the last plate. “In the future, I’ll have to remember that quick mind of yours.”

“At least now you know about it,” Ayaka agreed loftily. She dried the dish and placed it neatly in the stack with the rest and put the lot of them back into their cupboards. “So when are you going to reveal this wonderful secret to us?”

Isana glanced toward the windows and saw that it was nicely dark outside. This deep into the forest, the sunset fairly early from the thick foliage. “We can go any time now,” she replied. “Assuming you can convince the other two to suspend their conversation.”

Ayaka gave a snort of amusement and shook her head. “Honestly, I really wish they had given us some warning that you had an odd sense of humor. Karin thinks I’ve already wormed it all out of you and she’s tried several times to get me to talk, and Sora somehow seemed to be conveniently close by to overhear each time. I don’t think it will take much convincing.”

Ayaka returned to the table and as promised, Sora and Karin were both more than eager to postpone Sora’s interrogation about the foxes for another time. She earned a darkly humorous smile from Ayaka when she dithered a bit and took her time walking back through the house to the door into her special room. She really liked Ayaka’s sense of humor and it seemed the girl was willing to put up with hers.

A tap on the wood and a tiny jolt of magic undid the lock she’d set, just in case one of the girls had gotten curious enough to try and sneak a peek. This earned her another amused snort from Ayaka, but she blithely ignored it. When she opened the door she led them into a very small chamber with another door at the end and blue tiled walls. One wall held several fluffy bathrobes on hooks, including a smaller girl-sized one Emi wore when she visited. The other side had a wicker rack with several white towels on top that were even fluffier than the robes, and several empty shelves below them. They all stood elevated slightly from the tile floor on wooden slats. Isana gently closed the door behind them.

“What are these for?” Sora asked, feeling the softness of a towel.

“You’ll see in just a second,” Isana said, then led them through the second door.

The large, spacious room they entered glowed hauntingly with the silver of moonlight and Isana felt a moment of pride at the silence from the girls. The octahedral walls were made entirely of slightly opaque glass and rose up to the crystal clear glass roof and the stars above. The moonlight seemed to flow down and accentuate the joining points of the structure until it seemed as if they stood inside a gleaming glass cage. The effect grew even greater when Isana made a gesture and the walls became clear as well, showing a nighttime forest.

The room was just over thirty feet across with the center taken up by a large octagonal pool of water. Vapor rose from the water and its warm humidity clung to their skin in the heated air. Around the pool were several comfortable benches, chairs and couches that she treated regularly to prevent mildew or fungus from growing. Small crystals like she’d made to light the girls’ rooms hung suspended over several of the pieces, but were currently quiescent.

“What is this place?” Sora asked quietly, eyes wide.

“I found the original plans for the house a few years back, but when they built the house they must have come up a little short on funds, so they left this room unfinished. All that was here were the glass walls and ceiling. The floor was left as bare dirt, of all things,” Isana smiled at the memory of how bad this place had looked originally. “I liked the original idea a lot better and decided to make a project out of it. What you see is the product of two years of my own planning, enchanting, and the hard work of a contractor friend I know from town. The blueprints call this room a solarium, but I have always found it to be even more enjoyable by moonlight.”

“You did all of this on your own?” Ayaka said in amazement, looking up into the night sky. “It’s beautiful, but it must have been a lot of work.”

“Oh, it was,” Isana assured her. “But stuff like this is what I like to do when I’m not on a job for the town. I fiddle around and make things. This was just one of my larger and more enjoyable projects. Others, like my truck or the garage door, were more practical.”

“What’s that pool?” Karin asked, moving further in to touch the water’s surface. “It’s hot!”

“That’s why they used to call something like that a hot tub,” Isana laughed. “Watch this.” She knelt down and tapped her finger on a small silver circle on one side of the tub and then the water erupted into a bubbling, seething, froth.

“Are you saying we can get into this ‘hot tub’ of yours?” Ayaka asked with a growing, excited smile. She had moved forward and was standing close by again.

“Of course I am,” Isana answered immediately. “I made it to be enjoyed.”

“What do we wear?” Karin asked, looking eager to try it out. “They never bought us bathing suits.”

“You’re not supposed to wear anything,” Isana answered casually as if that was obvious. “It would detract from the experience.”

“We have to be naked?” Sora asked shyly, but then she glanced at Isana in a thoughtful way.

“I suppose you could wear your underwear if you really have to, but it feels a lot better au naturel,” Isana shrugged. “I’ve had Emi and Claire over a few times, and they seem to like it.”

“I don’t mind,” Ayaka said calmly, drawing everyone’s attention. Even Isana was a little surprised. She had expected all three of them to insist on wearing something their first time. But Ayaka seemed fairly relaxed about the idea and when their eyes met, Isana realized Ayaka had been thinking about their discussion earlier. “I don’t see what’s so bad about it.”

“But you’d be naked,” Karin argued. “Na-ked.”

“So? You’ve already seen Isana nude and I know you had the same lack of privacy back at the orphanage that I did,” Ayaka argued back. “I’m getting in. Do we just put our clothes on the rack in the small room?”

“Yeah, as you probably already noticed, the humidity will have them fairly damp soon if they are in here,” Isana answered with a smile. “Karin, if you’re uncomfortable being naked, just wear your panties in.”

Ayaka was already headed towards the small buffer room, and it was plain that Sora and Karin were conflicted as to what they wanted to do. Both were eager to get in the water, but neither was sure they wanted the other part. Isana followed Ayaka and when they were alone in the smaller chamber, Ayaka let her own shyness show.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this so easily,” Ayaka admitted once she realized Sora and Karin hadn’t followed them in yet.

“It’ll be fine,” Isana assured her with a smile. “You’ll love it, and it’ll help with your sore legs too. Will it make you feel any better if I go first?”

“Yeah, that would help… maybe,” Ayaka laughed. “But I already said I’m doing this, so I will. I’m just nervous.”

“Good,” Isana said and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She drew the garment off in one smooth pull and calmly placed it, folded, onto the rack. Isana smiled amusedly when she saw Ayaka’s gaze settle onto her pink nipples. They were visibly hard already, but there was nothing she could do about that. Instead, she slipped both her shorts and panties off in one go, displaying her hairless womanhood to the girl. They joined her shirt on the rack.

“Does that attraction and desire you were talking about affect other people?” Ayaka asked, not moving her eyes away from Isana’s body. She looked a little flushed.

“I’m not sure,” Isana said gently, not hiding her nudity at all. Her tail was twitching from her amusement. “At least now I know you don’t think I’m ugly.”

“Heh, hardly,” Ayaka smiled widely again. “Karin was telling me earlier how nice you looked; now I understand why. It’s actually hard to look at you and not feel excited. It’s a weird feeling, but really nice too. Now it’s my turn.”

Ayaka took a deep breath and after locking her eyes onto Isana’s, she pulled off her tank top and laid it down next to Isana’s clothing. Not pausing to let nervousness stop her half way, Ayaka quickly popped the snap on her jeans and drew them down her smooth, pale legs. Last to go was a pair of low-cut, green panties. Once she had her clothes stacked, she stood nervously in front of Isana as if waiting for judgment.

Isana let her eyes roam, drinking the gorgeous girl in. She was naturally on the thin side with a lithe musculature and somewhat narrow hips. Her skin was silkily smooth except for the very fine hair on her arms and a small brown tuft of hair over the closed lips of her womanhood. Only a tiny peek of the inner lips could be seen. Ayaka’s growing breasts had proud, slightly upward pointing nipples that were cutely small with lightly tan areolas. They too were hard, and looked tasty. Isana also loved how Ayaka’s long hair hung down to the rounded bubble shape of her butt.

“Ayaka,” she said softly and a little lustily after the moment passed. “If you’re worried about how I think of your appearance, don’t. You are one of the most stunning girls I have ever seen, and that was before you even took your clothes off. Now you’re even more so. I know this will be hard to believe, but I do think you’re even more beautiful than me!”

“Thanks for that last part,” Ayaka said, grinning after barking out a surprised laugh. “I really look all right?”

Isana rolled her eyes. “Gods, Ayaka, I don’t think I can even look away from you right now. When I said stunning, I was entirely serious. I want to touch you so bad that it almost hurts.”

“So what do we do now?” Ayaka asked, her face turning a little red as she instinctively tried to hide her hardening nipples with an arm. She seemed very pleased and excited by the compliments.

“We go out there,” Isana said, pointing at the closed door to the room. “Then we walk to the tub and climb in. Once we’re enjoying ourselves we’ll wait for the other two and then we’ll all enjoy the water together.”

“Sounds like a genius plan,” Ayaka smiled, looking Isana over again. “Hard to believe you’re only a decade older than me.”

“It’s an important decade,” Isana agreed with a grin. “Are you still nervous?”

“Not really,” Ayaka said after a thoughtful moment. “I think I’m more excited now than anything else.”

“Even about the sex stuff?” Isana asked.

Ayaka gave her a very amused smirk. “Isana, I’m fourteen years old. I can assure you that I’ve seriously thought about sex long before your revelation and have become well acquainted with my right hand.  Before today I had just assumed I’d end up fooling around with a boy someday, but after having thought about it since this morning, I think I like the idea of this better. I mean, I’m looking at you right now and wondering what it would be like for you to touch me. All I want now is for Karin and Sora to be okay with it too. I am totally fine with this.”

“Wow,” Isana was impressed. She’d been a lot younger than Ayaka her first time, but she’d also had a lot more time to think about it when her adoptive mother explained things. Yet here Ayaka was, admitting freely that she wanted to have sex with her too. “I’m convinced. Now let’s head back out there before they wonder what’s going on in here.”

“Okay,” Ayaka agreed, taking a deep breath again. After a moment of indecision, she held out an asking hand. Isana smiled wider and took it before she opened the door and they re-entered the solarium.  Twin intakes of breath greeted them from one of the couches where Karin and Sora sat. It appeared they had been waiting to see what Ayaka did first.

“See, it’s not bad at all,” Ayaka told them confidently, even though her grip on Isana’s hand was tight from nerves. She stood next to Isana and neither of them made a move to hide the choicer bits. “There’s nothing to get freaked out about.”

“Wow, Ayaka,” Karin said slowly after a moment of silence. “Did you know that you look really pretty with no clothes on?” Sora nodded her silent agreement with the statement. “I knew Isana was already, but you’re nice too.”

“Thanks, Karin,” Ayaka said happily, and shared a knowing smile with Isana. “Now you two go in there and change too. No more excuses.”

Karin and Sora exchanged a long glance, but it was Sora who answered. “Okay.” They then stood, entered the other room, and closed the door.

“I thought you said you were fine,” Isana teased, leading Ayaka over to the hot tub. “Step down close to the wall, there’s a shelf there for sitting on.”

“I thought I was,” Ayaka shrugged, smiling ruefully. She gingerly stepped into the water. Isana hadn’t let go of her hand yet, and Ayaka didn’t seem to want to either. Ayaka let out a pleased sigh as she stepped down to the bottom which made the water level just over her shoulders. After a moment, she rose up a little again as she found the seat and moved onto it. “God, this is nice! You weren’t kidding at all.”

“Indeed, it is very nice,” Isana agreed. She got in too and sat very close to Ayaka on the next seat to her left. After a moment of silence, Ayaka scooched a little until their arms were touching. Then they both shared another smile and laid back to wait.

A few minutes later they heard the door to the undressing room open. Ayaka started to turn around to look, but Isana put a hand on the girl’s thigh and shook her head with a small smile. Ayaka got the hint and stopped. She also made no move to object about the placement of Isana’s hand. A second later the smacks of bare feet sounded and the two younger girls came into view together.

Isana’s eyes widened and her hand gave Ayaka’s leg a soft squeeze. Karin had a beautiful, darkly tanned skin tone and her body was at just the beginning of adolescence. She is very skinny with the small speckles of scale spots everywhere.  Her tiny breasts were like halves of mandarin oranges with big, darker colored nipples. Karin stopped in front of them, on the other side of the tub, with her legs slightly spread and with her arms crossed, so she and Ayaka had a good view of her smooth, tightly closed pussy. Ayaka also seemed to like the view as much as she did because she was breathing faster again and Isana could feel her muscles tensing and releasing.

Sora followed Karin and was no less appealing. Her skin was a lighter tan than Karin’s, but it went very well with her silky, dark hair. She had no breasts to speak of yet, but Isana liked Sora’s very tiny nipples. Her butt had a very nice round shape that Isana had already sampled this morning and when she turned a little, they saw her pretty, almost hidden slit.

“You’re not so bad either, Karin,” Ayaka said, speaking first. She smirked and then addressed Sora. “And you’re very cute looking, Sora.”

“Really?” Karin asked, looking over herself and then Sora. “I thought she was cute too, but she didn’t believe me.”

“I don’t know if I want to be cute, though,” Sora complained.

“There’s nothing wrong with being cute,” Isana assured her, knowing her arousal would be noticed soon if this kept up. “I think you both have no reason at all to be ashamed of how you look. Now join Ayaka and me over here and get in.”

“Careful, Sora,” Ayaka said in warning. Her hand had settled onto Isana’s and was rubbing on it slowly. “It’s pretty deep in the middle, but there are seats around the sides.”

They made their way over and with just a little assistance from Karin and Isana; Sora climbed in on Isana’s other side and was seated.  Her eyes were wide from the sensation of hot, churning water all around her, but she seemed to like it. Karin just grinned and got in next to Sora.

“Nice, huh?” Isana asked proudly.

“Yeah!” Karin answered emphatically. They had to sit up straight in the seats to keep their heads above the water, but neither seemed bothered by that. Karin wiggled to get comfortable and then closed her eyes. “I feel good.”

“I like it too,” Sora agreed quickly, a smile on her face. “Can we use it a lot?”

“I use it at least four or five times a week,” Isana answered. “Sometimes I just don’t have time to laze about in here, but I do so when I can, especially at night. If I work a really long and hard day, I like to come here first when I get home to relax and unwind. It also helps calm me down whenever I’m upset about something.”

“Well, my legs certainly feel a lot better,” Ayaka said, smiling and giving Isana’s hand a pointed rub. Isana returned the expression and started to slowly run that hand up and down Ayaka’s leg. Ayaka’s smile widened and she leaned closer into Isana and closed her eyes.

For a while they all just sat in the nighttime silence and heat of the hot tub and just enjoyed it. All three girls had their eyes closed and Isana made a mental note to warn them about the dangers of actually falling asleep in the water if they were alone. Isana though had her eyes open and instead of feeling calm, she was terribly excited and almost painfully aroused. Ayaka had lain fully against her and their skin contact was enticing her greatly. She removed her hand from Isana’s thigh and smiled when the girl made a soft whine of disapproval. Ignoring that, she instead put the arm around the girl’s back and held her. Ayaka apparently liked this much better and put her head onto Isana’s shoulder with another pleased sigh.

“I think I like this very much,” Ayaka whispered softly a little later. Isana felt a small hand touch hesitantly onto her own leg. Then it began to rub like Isana had done to her. “We are so lucky to end up here with you.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Isana replied, just as softly. Sora and Karin didn’t appear to have overheard. Karin was softly humming and Sora seemed to know the tune because her head was bobbing slightly in time to the song. “I’m very glad you girls are here too. Do you mind if I start things soon?”

“Sure,” Ayaka shrugged slowly. “Just let me know when it’s time. Till then, I just want to lie against you like this for a while because it feels just as good as the water, maybe even better.”

Isana was more than pleased to let Ayaka enjoy herself.  Until now, she hadn’t realized just how alone she had truly been these last few years. The arrival of these girls however slammed home the fact that she had been fighting her nature and that had left a hole in her life. Now she had three wonderful people in her home.  The girl in her arms amazed her especially because not only had she accepted Isana’s nature, but had embraced it fully and returned her feelings.

“Thank you, Ayaka,” Isana whispered, briefly rubbing their cheeks. Ayaka sighed and returned the gesture.

“Isana, you’re the nicest person I’ve known in a long time,” Ayaka said. “I liked you as soon as I met you, and so did the other girls. You’re giving me the opportunity to become important in your and their lives. I should be the one thanking you.”

“What are you guys whispering about?” Karin asked sleepily. She still had her eyes closed. At the question though, Sora opened hers in curiosity.

Isana met Ayaka’s gaze and they both decided at the same time that they may as well get things over with. “Sorry, we didn’t want to disturb you guys. We were just talking about something I need to discuss with the both of you. Ayaka knows already, because we talked about it while you guys were in the shower this morning.”

“Is it something bad?” Sora asked worriedly.

“No, not at all,” Isana answered reassuringly. “It just has to do with the three of us being witches. Ayaka will be directly involved too, because she lives here with the three of us.”

“I knew you were hiding something,” Karin smirked at Ayaka. “So, why did you wait until now?”

“Because our current location and situation might help you understand a little better,” Isana said. “Now let me explain. You can feel free to ask questions. Understand?”

Heads nodded.

“Okay,” Isana said, unconsciously shifting her body as she began. “When a girl is a witch and especially when their power is awakening or is about to, there are changes that occur in that person. They are usually fairly subtle at first, as they are right now in you Karin.” Karin blinked at being mentioned, but stayed quiet. “Specifically, I’m talking your sex drives and related desires.”

“Our what?!” Karin said, surprised. Sora’s eyes were very wide.

“Sex drives, Karin,” Isana said, unable to suppress an amused smile. “Witches’ bodies and minds are slightly different from a base human. One major difference is that we tend to want sex quite a bit more. We are very easily aroused too. In addition to this, witches are almost always attracted only to other women and especially other witches. Many centuries ago, it was why women in villages would sneak off into the woods to meet with their covens. They desired each other’s company so they met secretly for sex and companionship. It’s also why you two have been feeling different lately.”

“Different?” Karin asked.

“Yes, different,” Ayaka interjected. “Karin, think about it. Why have you been hugging us so much lately? Why were you so entranced when you saw Isana naked this morning? Why did you stare so much when we came out naked just a bit ago?”

“Sora,” Isana said gently as Karin frowned and thought over Ayaka’s question. “Do you understand what it is I’m talking about?”

“I do,” Sora nodded. “I kind of know what sex is. I heard other girls talk about it. I’ve always thought girls were pretty.”

“What about when you’re around me or the girls now? What is it you want to do?”

“I really want to be around you guys all the time,” Sora answered. “It feels really nice when I touch you and I get hot inside.”

“That just means you’re feeling aroused,” Isana informed her with a smile. “When a girl is very attracted to someone and wants to do sex related things, she feels hot. I bet you also get wet between your legs.”

“Yeah!” Karin said, perking up at the same time that Sora nodded. “I feel all warm and gooey sometimes, like this morning when I was hugging Ayaka.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Isana said, nodding to them. “But this is only the beginning for both of you. Witches tend to form very tight knit relationships with those they live with over time, and it is very likely we will now too. I’m warning you about this because I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Are you the same then?” Karin asked.

“Definitely,” Isana laughed. “I have a very high sex drive, even for a witch.”

“Then how come you live alone?” Sora said.

“Well, kind of like you guys, I was adopted when I was very young. I was only two, I think. But my magic awoke very early when I was only seven. At that time, the focus on my sexual attention was on my adoptive mother. She recognized the signs and until she died in an accident in town, she was my sole partner. After that,” Isana shrugged. “I’m not sure. I just never approached anyone or tried to seek new relationships.  For the last four years I took care of things by masturbating at least twice every day, and that took a bit of the edge off. I don’t know why I secluded myself, but it was after you guys came that I realized that I really have been terribly lonely. We witches thrive in the close company of others, and I didn’t have that. But now I do.”

“Okay,” Karin said slowly. “So what you’re saying is that pretty soon I’m going to want badly to do sex things with everyone?”

“Yes, and you too, Sora,” Isana answered. “So if you see me naked and it excites you, that’s perfectly fine and normal. I know it’s weird, but I think you’ll find that it’s actually very nice.”

“But what about Ayaka?” Sora asked, worried about her new sister.

“Ayaka and I have already talked it over and she doesn’t mind at all that you two and I are going to want to have sex with her,” Isana smiled and pulled a happily smiling Ayaka close again. “Even if she doesn’t want me to make her a witch too, she’ll be willing.”

“Wait a minute!” Ayaka turned a little and gazed with wide eyes at her. “You can make me a witch?”

“Oh, yes,” Isana grinned. “Most people can learn magic to some degree, and women become witches when they do. Natural witches like Karin and Sora have natural talent and strength, and they’ll use magic whether they want to or not. So if you want, I’d be willing to try and teach you as well. If you do, you’ll have the same strong urges we do.”

“I’d like that,” Ayaka replied eagerly. Then she smiled at her sisters. “Isana’s right, I’m not going to shove you away just because you feel like hugging me or more.”

“So it’s a good thing I feel this way?” Sora asked. Karin nodded as if to second the question.

“Yes,” Isana answered. “I want you to enjoy it too. So just take things at a pace you’re comfortable with.”

“Hee hee, cool,” Karin said, blushing a little and smiling. “It is weird, but I think I understand what you mean about feeling and acting differently. I just never noticed it before. Thanks for explaining it.”

“No problem,” Isana responded warmly. “Are you going to be okay too, Sora?”

“I think so,” Sora said slowly.

“Sora, just think of it to mean that we’ll be very close sisters,” Ayaka said. “Plus, you don’t have to do anything right away. Just think it over tonight, and I think you’ll see it as a good thing.”

“Yes,” Isana agreed. “Sleep on it, both of you. It’s bedtime anyway, and we’ll be all wrinkly if we stay in here much longer. We’ll talk about it again in the morning or whenever.”

“Okay,” Karin agreed. “But can we use this tub whenever we want now?”

“Yeah,” Sora grinned. “I like it a lot.”

“Of course you can,” Isana laughed. “The only rule is that you can’t be in it alone. I don’t want one of you falling asleep and drowning.”

“I think we can work with that rule,” Ayaka said, wriggling a bit. “A bed does sound pretty good right now. Let’s head upstairs, you guys.”

Ayaka moved away from Isana, a move that saddened them both a little, and then pulled up into a sitting position on the clay tiles of the floor as water cascaded down off of her body. She was still stunning in the moonlight and Isana watched amusedly as Karin and Sora stared at her. Isana followed Ayaka out, which spurred the other two on as well.

Dripping wet, they all made their way to the smaller room. As they went, eyes roamed freely. Now that everyone knew what was going on, it was as if everyone was testing out new waters yet again.  Once inside, Isana snagged one of the towels and before Ayaka could grab one as well, Isana stopped her in place and started to dry. Isana made sure to be quick and efficient, but she could tell Ayaka was really enjoying the physical attention.

“Sora, Karin, why don’t you guys help dry each other too?” Isana suggested with a smile. “I think you’ll like it.”

“You want to?” Karin asked, looking at Sora. In answer Sora went over, picked up a towel, and smiled. Karin raised her arms, and Sora started drying her off. Isana slowed her own work on Ayaka to more fully appreciate the feel of the girl. Once she was dry, Isana handed her the towel and they switched places.

Ayaka was hesitant at first when the towel touched Isana, but as her hands moved, she grew bolder. Isana even gave her a very wide smile when Ayaka dried off her breasts. Across from them, Sora was getting toweled by Karin and from the looks on their faces, they liked it immensely.

Once they were all dry, Isana gave each girl a fresh towel to go upstairs in, since putting on clothes seemed like a hassle at the moment. Then Isana sent them on ahead as she shut down the tub.

When she too made her way up to her bedroom, she wasn’t all that surprised to find Ayaka waiting for her there. Ayaka was still wrapped in her white towel, but it rode high enough that the round curve of her butt was plain to see because she was bent over and checking out the big bed. When she heard Isana close the bedroom door, Ayaka turned towards her with a small, nervous smile on her face. Isana approached her without speaking and gently cupped Ayaka’s face in her hands. Ayaka smiled wider and her fear lessened.

“You don’t have to rush this,” Isana told her, ignoring the hot wetness she felt running down her leg. Her body knew what it wanted, but she would deny it if Ayaka truly wasn’t ready.

“I know that,” Ayaka answered. “But I want to. I’m nervous because I’ve never done this before, but I really want to spend the night with you. I want you to be my first, but I’m not sure what to do.”

“What about the others?” Isana asked, breathing a little heavier now that she knew that Ayaka was okay with this.

“Karin asked Sora to sleep with her this time,” Ayaka answered with an amused smile. “I don’t think Karin is going to be doing anything like this, though. I think they’ll just sleep together naked.”

Isana looked into the deep wells within Ayaka’s eyes and saw both a growing love and a mirror of the same sexual hunger that burned inside her own body. Very slowly she leaned in, tilted Ayaka’s face a little, and kissed her. Isana kept the kiss soft and loving, and felt Ayaka’s hand come up onto her face as well. They kissed for a long time and Isana gradually increased the intensity.

Ayaka’s soft moan of pleasure filled her with unparalleled joy when it drifted to her ears. Isana moved her free hand down and slowly loosened Ayaka’s towel. Ayaka made no move or sound of protest and it dropped to the floor. Then Isana undid hers, and they were once again naked. In response, Ayaka pressed herself closer and their skin was hot.

Isana shuffled them towards the bed, but didn’t break the kiss. She rested one hand on Ayaka’s firm behind and began to squeeze and caress it. This brought more moans from the girl, then Isana let out one of her own as she felt Ayaka grab onto her ass. Once she had Ayaka’s legs against the bed, she finally removed her lips.

“Climb on,” Isana said softly.

Ayaka complied, moving to the middle and lying back onto the cushioning pile of blankets and such. Isana followed, crawling towards the girl. Ayaka watched her with desire on her face, then a small tear started to roll down a flushed cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Isana said, up on all fours over the girl. She leaned down and kissed the tear before it could fall, then continued to place kisses on Ayaka’s neck and up near her ear.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Ayaka said with a happy smile. “This just feels perfect. You took me and the others into your house, and it feels as if I’ve waited my whole life to come here. You’re making us a part of your life and I can see in everything you say and do that you really care. I know it’s silly to say this since I’ve only known you for two days, but I think I love you.”

“You’re not silly,” Isana said, rising up to look Ayaka in the eyes. “I told you and the others in the solarium, you have, all three of you, filled a hole I didn’t know I had. From now on we’re a family, and you are an important part of it. We’ll all live and grow together here.”

Isana leaned in again and, starting from her mouth, she began kissing her way down Ayaka. First she spent a little time nuzzling and licking at her neck. Then she went a little lower, kissing very lightly over the young girls’s chest, just above her tantalizing breasts. Ayaka’s breathing increased and a reddish, excited flush suffused her skin. They were both starting to sweat a little, but Isana thought it just made Ayaka even more appealing.

She kept up the teasing kisses for a while, going up and around each of the firm, youthful mounds. As she treated one, her hand would trace slowly and lightly over the other. Ayaka was squirming with need beneath her, but Isana wanted Ayaka’s first time with her to be special. So when she finally gave one of Ayaka’s rock-hard nipples a teasing flick with her tongue, the girl gasped and arched up to her with a hiss. As soon as she did this, Isana switched back to the teasing kisses.

She let Ayaka relax, and then went for the other nipple and took it into her mouth. Ayaka mewled in pleasure and Isana felt a small shudder pass through her own body. She had always liked sucking on a girl’s breasts, and Ayaka’s were heavenly.

They were both sweating a great deal more by now and Isana could smell Ayaka’s arousal on the air. That female musk was exciting and it made her mouth water. Her own pussy was like a leaking faucet.

Ayaka was in a sexual fog when Isana slowly kissed down her smooth stomach. Muscles twitched as she descended and Isana knew Ayaka was feeling every touch with pleasure. A glance upward showed the girl’s face with eyes closed. Ayaka’s small hands were clenched tight to the bed sheets.

When she reached Ayaka’s sparse patch of juice-soaked pubes, Isana nuzzled her face into it and inhaled. This excited both of them, and Isana knew it was time to finish the girl off.

Ayaka’s pussy was inflamed with demanding arousal and it glistened slightly in the moonlight coming from the window. The outer lips had parted slightly from the girl’s excitement and Isana smiled when she saw a hard, very aroused clit peeking out. A small wet spot was forming on the bed, just below the crack of Ayaka’s butt.

She kissed down through Ayaka’s pubes, wetting her face and moved to the side. First she licked slowly and deliberately around the sides of Ayaka’s pussy. Ayaka moaned and wriggled with need, but Isana was patient. She cleaned up all the delicious wetness she found with her tongue and worked her way toward Ayaka’s creamy center. She got a particularly pleasant response when her tongue grazed the cute pucker of Ayaka’s asshole. Ayaka shivered and Isana thought she might have had a small preliminary orgasm.

With her fingers and her mouth, she cleaned Ayaka’s soft, lower lips even as they got wet again. She let one finger rub in circles around the entrance to Ayaka’s questing pussy, then slowly sank it in. After a very short distance she encountered the girl’s hymen and withdrew. She continued the shallow thrusts, and Ayaka twisted her body and groaned loudly with need.

Isana smiled inwardly, knowing just how badly Ayaka wanted her release. So she moved slightly and sucked the girl’s tiny clit into her mouth with a firm suction and clamped with her lips. Ayaka’s entire body arched into a bridge as she came hard and Isana’s finger was suddenly trapped by a tightly clenching pussy. Then Ayaka dropped hard to the bed and Isana moved up quickly to take the girl into her arms. Ayaka’s arms wrapped tightly around her and the girl shuddered several times before she relaxed and lay limp, panting hard.

Knowing she was a bit hypersensitive at the moment, Isana gently trailed her fingers over Ayaka’s stomach and breasts. It soothed the girl, and she saw life returning. Isana leaned in again and kissed her lightly on her lips. Ayaka’s lips opened and their tongues played together.

“How was it?” Isana said softly when she withdrew again.

“So good that I don’t think I can move,” Ayaka smiled and giggled softly as they gazed at each other. “My whole body is still tingling. I know I’m going to remember that for the rest of my life.”

“Then I’m glad you enjoyed your first time,” Isana smiled. Her own pussy was practically quivering and she couldn’t help gently rubbing it into the bed sheets. “I’d hoped it would be special for you.”

“It was,” Ayaka grinned. Then she noticed Isana’s movements and Isana saw excitement bloom in those young eyes again. Isana stopped her humping of the bed and turned on her side next to the girl a little so Ayaka could see all of her again. Then Ayaka touched the wetness around her mouth that had come from Isana’s face and tasted her fingers. “Is this from me?”

“It is,” Isana nodded and wiped her own face with a hand.

Ayaka appeared thoughtful for a moment, and then she wriggled down the bed until her face was even with Isana’s crotch. Ayaka reached out, grabbed her by her ass and pulled in. Isana involuntarily wrapped her legs around Ayaka and moaned like an animal. Ayaka was clumsy and inexperienced, but that didn’t make her tongue any less pleasant. Isana stayed silent and let Ayaka do what she wanted. When Ayaka found her clit, Isana cried out harshly and realizing that this was the right spot, Ayaka’s tongue was merciless.

The first orgasm took Isana by surprise. It ripped out of her like a force of nature and still Ayaka continued. She wanted to tell her to stop and let her rest, but her mouth wouldn’t work right. All that came out her were mumbled half-words and groans. Then her second orgasm slammed home and it was like having an eruption between her legs.

When she came to and found herself panting on her back with Ayaka gently sucking on her right breast, Isana felt like she must have died. Her muscles had a pleasant soreness and she could feel a nice throbbing from her clit. She could feel wetness under her ass, and the more than pleasant warmth of Ayaka lying against her as she suckled.

“Are you awake?” Ayaka asked, releasing the nipple with a soft pop. She moved up and they kissed again. Isana could taste a little of herself there, but she didn’t mind at all. She just enfolded Ayaka in her arms.

“Thanks for that,” she said after a while.

“I liked doing it,” Ayaka grinned. “I might have been nervous about having sex earlier, but it feels amazing and it was just as fun touching you as it was being touched by you.” She used a hand and gently squeezed Isana’s right breast. “I also found out that I like sucking on these and playing with them. Mine felt awesome when you did them, too.”

“Well, since you live here now, and you’ve found that sex is fun and exciting, you’ll have plenty of opportunities for more of both,” Isana said, caressing an ear with a finger. Ayaka smiled at the touch and they moved closer again.

“It was exciting,” Ayaka confirmed. “I’m still excited, but it feels like I’ve been running for hours.”

“There’s no hurry, Ayaka,” Isana chuckled. “Neither of us is going anywhere. I won’t disappear if we go to sleep. I’m pretty sleepy myself. So let’s get under the sheets before we get cold.”

Ayaka agreed, and Isana found a place for them to wriggle under.  Once they were in place, Isana pulled Ayaka into her body and they spooned together. Ayaka settled down onto her pillow, enjoying the embrace, and Isana did the same behind her. It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.

On to Chapter Five!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 3

  • Posted on January 28, 2021 at 2:58 pm

By Nuit du Loup

Karin awoke slowly the next morning and for just a moment she felt surprised that she wasn’t in the room she shared with three other girls at the orphanage. Instead she lay curled under blissfully warm sheets in what to her was a massive sized bed. The room itself was also far larger than her old one and it seemed sadly empty and bare with just the bed and the dresser. Then she remembered where she was and how she had gotten here and a fire of happiness flooded through her body.

“My own room!” she giggled to no one in particular, grinning like an idiot.

She turned the rest of the way onto her stomach and stretched her body to loosen up a little. Most people would have done that on their back, but her wings made anything in that position uncomfortable or awkward. Her wings were also the reason she slept topless. The unrestricted feel was a lot more comfortable.

For a brief moment, she hugged one of the half-dozen pillows that had come with the bed and remembered the night before; the night she, Ayaka, and Sora had become sisters in Isana’s home. Isana’s hug had been so warm and welcoming that she couldn’t help feeling a little gooey inside. She could almost feel a remembrance of it even now. Then Karin rolled more onto her side as a loud cacophony of birdsong arose from outside her window and diverted her attention.

Curious, she pushed up and then slipped out of the bed. It was summer and the warmth from the rising sun made standing on the bedside rug in just a pair of pink and white striped panties perfectly comfortable. So she strode to the window as she also stretched out her wings and gave them a few quick flaps to loosen those muscles up too.

The window was a large one. Had she stood on the sill, it was taller than she was tall with an arched top. Brackets on either side near the top showed where curtains must have hung at one time, but now the window was bare. The deep sill was just above waist height, so she found it easy enough to lift up and sit on it sideways to look out from her new forest-bound home.

The forest was why she was unconcerned about anyone outside seeing her undressed. No one was out there to see her skinny, tan-skinned body and her tiny breasts. The only people that might see her would be the other girls and Isana, and she felt unconcerned about them walking in and seeing her mostly naked; instead her eyes widened in joy at the sight before her.

Outside the window was a panorama of green growing things.  Massively thick trees, exploding with vibrant green foliage covered the land in all directions for as far as she could see. Under them was dense undergrowth with a wild variety of different plants. In the distance, she could see a small group of deer walking calmly through the brush, stopping occasionally to nibble at something.  They were led by a proud-looking stag with an impressive rack.

Closest to her window was a particularly massive oak tree. In its branches was a flock of small, noisy birds, sparrows maybe. She saw nests in some of the branches and wondered how many of them lived in the tree. In all, it was the biggest profusion of nature and life that she’d ever seen. Ayaka would love it.

“Oh?”

Thinking of Ayaka and then Sora, Karin slipped back down to her feet with the intent to find them. They, along with Isana, were her family now and she wanted to see them. She detoured on the way to the bag with her clothes to pee first and that took a bit.  She’d been more than a little impressed by the bathroom the night before and now that she saw it in daylight it was even more so.  The floor and the bottom half of the walls were tiled in a black and white pattern. The bathing area with its big tub and separate shower unit were in an almost separate alcove from the toilet and double sink. She was determined to try out that shower soon since all they’d had before were bathtubs. Then she went back and unzipped the lumpy luggage bag and tried to decide what to wear, which made her giggle again.

Normally she didn’t really care what she wore and just threw things on. Now she was suddenly worried about making the right impression on the others, even though Ayaka and Sora had seen everything she owned a thousand times. The only person for whom something would be new would be Isana, and Isana had told her the night before during the dinner that she thought her outfit had been cute.

Going with that, she pulled out the only other skirt she had. It was a white one that hung to just above her knees. Then she took out a loose,black strapped top that had a back low enough that it hadn’t needed to be modified to allow for her wings. She left her feet bare because she was already starting to like the contrasting feel of the smooth wood floors and the thick rugs Isana had laid over them in places. Once finished, she decided to head to Ayaka’s room first since she knew Ayaka always woke up early.

“Come in!” Ayaka called pleasantly when Karin knocked on her closed door. Knocking was one of the primary rules back at the orphanage where privacy had been a scarce thing.

“Morning Ayaka!” Karin called back, popping eagerly into the room. She was unsurprised to see that the bed was made and Ayaka’s luggage bag lay empty next to the dresser. Ayaka herself was sitting just as Karin had been in her own window. She was dressed casually in a pair of loose jeans and a white tank top. “Enjoying the view?”

“You have no idea how wonderful this place feels,” Ayaka sighed, closing her eyes and then breathing deeply. “It screams ‘you are home’ to every bone in my body.”

“It feels like home to me too,” Karin giggled, and approached her new sister and hugged her left, outward arm. Karin breathed deep too, smelling the herbal shampoo of Isana’s that Ayaka had used.  Ayaka’s eyes blinked open in surprise at the hug and Karin grinned playfully at her. “This is our home now, Isana said so. That means we’re sisters.”

“So she did,” Ayaka smiled back, “and I suppose we are sisters now Karin. It makes me sorry we didn’t hang out much before we came here, even though we lived in the orphanage together for years.”

“Hey, there were over a hundred girls there,” Karin said easily. “Plus, you were there longer than I was and already had friends.  I would just have been a new weird girl with dragon wings and a big horn.”

“I’ve always liked your wings,” Ayaka said, turning her head to look at Karin directly. Karin saw she was entirely sincere and greatly appreciated the comment. “We’re only half a year apart in age, so I should have talked to you more. I suppose that’s a moot point though. Now we’ll live together from here on out, and with Sora too, so we’ll have plenty of time for getting to know each other.”

“And it’s a lot better than the city,” Karin added, nodding to the scenery outside the window.

“It’s certainly my kind of place,” Ayaka agreed. “It just feels so good!”

“Good people, great place,” Karin smiled and hugged Ayaka a little closer. “The only thing missing is a great breakfast!”

Ayaka snorted a surprised laugh, “I was actually thinking something like that myself. Do you think Isana would mind if we made something for everyone?”

“Dunno,” Karin shrugged. “But she said multiple times that we should make ourselves at home. Plus, she’s amazingly nice and she gives out great hugs.”

“Is that what prompted this one?” Ayaka asked in amusement. “And what does that have anything to do with her letting us make breakfast?”

“I was just emphasizing how nice she is,” Karin smiled. “As for this, I just like hugging people. It feels good.”

“Well, thank you for it,” Ayaka replied. “It does feel nice. But can you let me down? I’d like to have some food done by the time Isana wakes up.”

“What about Sora?” Karin asked as she obliged.

“Let her sleep too,” Ayaka said, smiling warmly and tucking some of her brown curls behind an ear. Karin had never thought about it much before now, but Ayaka was really pretty and she found that she enjoyed looking at the slightly older girl. “This may sound a little insulting, but there’s just something about Sora that makes me want to dote on her.”

“Same here,” Karin grinned. “Now let’s head downstairs.”

Ayaka slid down off of the windowsill and Karin felt her eyes involuntarily watch her new sister’s lithe movements. Ayaka had always been a lot more graceful than any of the other girls and Karin liked watching her move. Lately that interest had been increasing and it never occurred to her to question why that was. It was just something nice she liked about Ayaka.

They descended back down to the kitchen and both of them stood silent in a moment of pure awe when they entered the room. The morning sun was streaming in through the many windows, including the large bay one and the forest scene outside was just as stunning as it had been when viewed from the second floor. The room, with the polished counters, gleamed in the sunlight. As Karin took it all in once again, she could see an appreciative smile on Ayaka’s lips. No doubt she was also enjoying the orderly cleanliness of the place as well.

“What should we make?” Karin eventually asked, breaking the moment.

Ayaka blinked and cocked her head thoughtfully. “I’m not really sure. We’ll have to see what she has. Can you look in that door over there, that’s probably the pantry Isana mentioned. I’ll look through the refrigerator.”

They parted briefly to inspect the food stores. After comparing their finds and dithering over complexity and time, they decided to keep things simple and make a pot of oatmeal along with some bacon. The bacon in particular was something they were both eager to try as it was a luxury the orphanage had been unwilling to purchase. Ayaka was known as one of the better cooks back in their old home, so Karin felt safe in letting her attempt to cook the new delicacy.

As they had hoped, it was a meal that was quickly prepared, and soon the delicious smell of the cooking bacon was filling the house.  Karin could feel her mouth-watering and even though she was trying to maintain her normal mature attitude, she could see that Ayaka was just as eager as she was to finally eat the stuff.

“Should I go and wake the others?” Karin asked excitedly when the bacon was spitting and popping and a nice crispy brown. The pot of oatmeal next to the meat was bubbling thickly.

“May as well,” Ayaka agreed. “It’ll only be a few minutes more.”

Leaving Ayaka to watch over the food, Karin made her way back to the stairs and bounded happily up them. Once upstairs Karin decided to wake Sora first since she knew that her youngest sister would enjoy helping her wake Isana up. Sora had taken immediately to Isana and it had been readily apparent how much Isana returned that feeling. It was a surprise then when Karin knocked on Sora’s door and got no reply at all.

Curious, she slowly opened the door and peeked inside. What she found was a completely dark room. There were no windows to provide some light, so Karin touched her hand to the wall and turned the magic dial so that the light crystal things lit up. What she found then was a completely empty room and a mussed bed that looked like no one had slept in it. Feeling confused, Karin wondered if maybe she had somehow passed Sora by going up the back stairway and Sora was already downstairs. Shrugging, she turned the lights back off and crossed over to Isana’s door.

This time she simply opened the door a little and stuck her head inside. Karin’s eyes widened when she took in the room.  Thick shaggy rugs lay over the floor everywhere and the middle of the room was taken over by the most massive bed she had ever seen.  The big dresser against one wall and a few other tables seemed to be crowded aside by the bed. Since it was on the east side of the house, the sun was bright and warm here, filling the space. Karin slid slowly into the room and marveled at the random collection of blankets and pillows covering the bed.

Once she was closer she found Isana’s face by her snow-white hair and she also found where Sora had gotten to. The two of them were snuggled close together and Karin had to smile at the peaceful scene. It looked so inviting that she was extremely tempted to join them. But breakfast was waiting and a fresh whiff of bacon in the air made her tummy rumble.

She made her way to the right side of the bed and to her great amusement the bed was so huge that she couldn’t get near Isana from the side. Since she was more than willing to see how this weird bed felt, she climbed up onto it and crawled toward its occupants. They were both lying on their sides with Sora’s back to Isana’s front, so Karin reached for the bump where Isana’s shoulder had to be.

“Isana,” she whispered gently. “Sora. Do you guys want some breakfast?”

“Hmmmmwa?” Isana mumbled something and suddenly a slim, naked arm snaked up and Karin yelped in surprise as she was pulled downward.

***

Isana jerked awake as a soft, girlish sound of shock burst out near her ears and a large, warm something landed on top of her. Sora was also jolted into wakefulness and both their eyes locked onto the person that Isana realized she had pulled onto them unconsciously.

“Oh holy damn!” Isana swore, seeing Karin’s face near her own. “Are you both alright?”

“Hehe, yeah,” Karin laughed, pulling herself upright again. From the positioning, this had her straddling both her and Sora’s legs. “Sorry, I was just trying to see if you guys wanted some breakfast, me and Ayaka made some.”

“I’d love some,” Isana smiled up at her. Then she looked into Sora’s face which was only inches from her own. “Are you okay too Sora?”

“I’m fine,” Sora replied with her own smile. “I was just surprised. Thanks for making food, Karin.”

Karin shrugged and colored a little. “Ayaka’s doing most of the hard work. I just stirred the oatmeal. Did you sleep here the whole night?”

Sora’s face turned a bit pinker and Isana had to smile. “I was fine with it Karin,” Isana answered for her. “As you can see, I have a huge bed.”

It was then Isana realized where her other hand was. Since they had turned a little and were now facing each other, her lower hand was wrapped around and holding onto a pleasantly warm and soft place. Namely Sora’s round little butt, and from the skin contact and how far inside her fingers were, Sora wasn’t wearing any panties. Once she realized this, her hand unconsciously gave that butt a soft squeeze. Sora made a sighing sound but otherwise said nothing about it except to smile a little more. Isana felt an aroused heat wash over her and it was all she could do not to give Sora’s happy lips a morning kiss. When Karin leaned in curiously, Isana wanted to kiss her too. That reaction meant they needed to have their little talk very soon.

“Can you let us get up?” Isana asked Karin jokingly. “I need to make a quick stop before I eat.”

“Sure,” Karin replied, sliding herself off to one side. Isana saw she was wearing another skirt and a shirt that was cut low and showed off a lot of nice skin as well as Karin’s wings. Isana then loosened her grip on Sora’s more than pleasant anatomy and nudged the girl with a hip. Sora got the hint and squirreled her way up and out of the covers. The two girls descended to the floor as Isana squirmed her own way clear. Then she heard a pair of gasps. She’d forgotten she was naked.

“Sorry,” she said, giving both of the staring girls an apologetic smile and sat on the edge of the bed. “I can’t stand wearing clothes in bed. I hope this doesn’t bother you.”

“Ah…not at all,” Karin mumbled, not taking her eyes off of Isana’s slim form. Isana smiled wider in understanding. Karin too was a witch and had to be feeling the urges; even though her magic had yet to awaken on its own. “You’re very pretty.”

“Thank you, Karin,” Isana replied happily.

“I don’t mind either,” Sora quickly added, not moving her gaze. Then her eyes flicked up to Isana’s, reddened and her ears drooped down with embarrassment.

“Sora, it’s not that big a deal if you look at me naked,” Isana laughed gently. “Why would I mind this after you slept against me the whole night?”

Sora perked back up at this and Isana saw an amused glint to Karin’s eyes. Chuckling silently to herself, Isana rose to her feet and arched her back to stretch it. She knew she was flaunting herself, but it was very much a part of her nature to do so in front of girls she was attracted to, and had they looked, both girls would have seen her tail tip twitching in a happy motion.

“Sora,” she said, glancing at the girl. “Why don’t you go get dressed while I take care of my business? Karin, go on down and tell Ayaka we’ll be right there. That bacon smells too good to miss.”

“Yeah it does,” Karin sighed wistfully. Then she playfully nudged Sora who was sniffing the air thoughtfully. “Come on Sora, Ayaka’s got to be nearly dying down there, smelling that and being forced to wait for us.”

The two girls left with Karin getting more a few giggles out of the younger girl as they went. Once they were gone, Isana made her way into her spacious bathroom and did her business quickly. She was extremely tempted to make use of her fingers to scratch a certain itch, but she normally got really noisy and she didn’t want the girls to walk in on that just yet, at least not until she explained everything to them. After washing her face, she dressed quickly into a pair of loose shorts and a sleeveless shirt.

As she exited the room, the smell of the cooking food grew stronger and she let her stomach guide her downstairs. When she entered the kitchen Sora was seated at one of the island stools, happily watching a conversation between Karin and Ayaka who stood very close by the stove. The two older girls spotted her first and they separated with Ayaka’s cheeks reddening. Isana couldn’t help the amused smirk that bloomed on her lips and as she sat down next to a visibly pleased Sora, then she greeted the young teen.

“Morning Ayaka, Karin tells me you’ve been busy cooking breakfast for us all.”

“We just wanted to do something nice to thank you for taking us in,” Ayaka answered as she picked up a spatula and smoothly removed finished slices of bacon from a pan and onto a plate. She had made an impressive pile of it.

“You’re welcome then,” Isana replied appreciably. “I take it that Karin told you about upstairs since you won’t look at me?”

“What?!” Ayaka jerked and finally looked straight at her. Karin looked worried.

“It’s alright,” Isana laughed gently. “I don’t mind.  Relax. I told you last night that I don’t want any of you to be embarrassed around me. That includes seeing me naked.”

“Why were you naked?” Ayaka asked, now sounding much more curious than worried.

“I hate wearing clothes in bed,” Isana said with a casual shrug. “It’s no big deal.”

“She’s right,” Karin said, cocking her head as she thought of something. “I don’t wear a shirt at night because of my wings, so I’m almost naked too.”

“See,” Isana said. “Now come on, I want to eat the food you two made.”

“Sure,” Ayaka replied, perking up considerably.

Since there were only three stools at the island, Isana had them move everything to the breakfast nook where she slid all the way inside the booth. Sora quickly claimed the seat on one side of her and Ayaka slid in on the other side since Karin volunteered to bring over the food and stuff. Both the oatmeal and the bacon tasted wonderful and all three girls exclaimed over the meat. She found out then that they’d never had it before.

Throughout the meal, Isana kept the conversation light and asked how they’d liked their first night in their new home. On this subject, Ayaka was particularly joyful. She spent at least forty minutes just describing what she saw outside her window earlier with a few comments from Karin thrown in. She did see all three of them giving her glancing looks, but whenever she caught them at it she made sure to smile reassuringly, and eventually, even Ayaka started to smile back. When the meal was finished, Sora and Karin volunteered to wash up. That left just Isana and Ayaka still sitting together.

“Do you guys want to continue the house tour?” Isana asked them as she watched the two girls cleaning the dishes. Ayaka had wondered what her tail felt like so she was feeling pretty good as the girl stroked her furry appendage. Ayaka seemed to like doing it so neither of them had stopped it yet. “Or did you guys already look around everything down here

“Just the pantry,” Karin answered. “You’ve got enough dry and canned food in there to feed a small army!”

“A small army or three growing girls?” Isana replied with a laugh. “Claire’s been telling me that nothing eats more food than a group of teenagers. How old are you girls anyway? I never did ask.”

“I’m the oldest,” Ayaka volunteered. “I just turned fourteen last month on the tenth.”

“Thirteen,” Karin said with a smile. “I’m only six months younger than Ayaka, but she’s definitely the older, more mature sister of the three of us.”

“I’m twelve now,” Sora answered proudly. Karin had put her in charge of drying and her small hands were deft with a towel. “My birthday isn’t until December though.”

“Nice,” Isana nodded. “If someone didn’t tell you already, I’m twenty-five and my birthday is in March. ”

Once the dishes were done, they separated once again at Isana’s urging to take showers and freshen up for the day. Since she had already taken one, Ayaka went into the living room to wait for everyone else. When Isana was finished with her very quick shower and returned, she found the girl staring out into the peaceful forest outside while sitting with legs curled up on her big comfy couch. It was older than she was and had been reupholstered several times, but it was always anyone’s favorite seat. Not really knowing why Isana sat right behind Ayaka and pulled the girl back into her arms and against her chest. Ayaka let her do so without complaint and didn’t even object when Isana leaned forward to rub their cheeks together and fold them into a hug.

“You really do have a lot of cat-like behaviors,” Ayaka commented after a few minutes passed. She sounded amused. “What does the cheek rubbing mean? You’ve done it with all of us I think.”

“You know how cats mark things as theirs?” Ayaka nodded. “Well I, like most cats, have small scent glands near there. It secretes into the oils of my skin and when I rub something it leaves a scent marker I can pick up on. It marks something or someone as mine to any other creature that can smell it.”

“Well, I can smell it too,” Ayaka laughed amusedly. “I have a sensitive nose.”

“I can try not to do it to you if you don’t like it,” Isana said, frowning.

“No, I like it actually,” Ayaka replied and settled even deeper into the hug. “It made it more peaceful somehow being able to smell you on me when I went to sleep last night. It’s like having you with me even when you’re not there. I was just curious. Thanks for explaining it.”

“No problem,” Isana said affectionately. “I’m perfectly comfortable with explaining anything about me you want.  Everything here is probably new and weird, so if you want to know something, just ask.”

“You’re surprisingly nice,” Ayaka replied. “I really didn’t know what to expect when they said they had found us a place to live and I half expected it to be like the orphanage all over again, except smaller. But it’s not like that at all. This place is wonderful and I could never have sat and relaxed like this with anyone there. It just makes me wonder if there’s a catch to it all or something that I haven’t seen yet.”

“There’s no catch,” Isana assured her quickly. “You girls are an unexpected blessing to me as well. Before now, I actually liked living alone. Now I have you three to cuddle with and I think I’m gonna love it.”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ in there somewhere,” Ayaka laughed. “What is it? It can’t be that bad right?”

“No, it’s not bad at all really,” Isana admitted. She was going to have to have this talk with all the girls, but Ayaka wanted to know and it made sense for the older and more mature girl to know what was going on. “It just has to do with the nature of witches and any girls that live with and around them.”

“Arbor has quite a few witches,” Ayaka commented. “I’ve never heard anything bad about them.”

“Like I said, it’s not bad, just different,” Isana replied and made sure she still heard both Sora’s and Karin’s showers were still running. “Did you notice how fascinated both Sora and Karin were about seeing me naked?”

“I did,” Ayaka replied, her cheeks reddening. Her voice however remained steady. “I also noticed that they have both started touching people a lot more than they used to. Sora used to be too shy, but now she always wants to be near you. Is that all part of it?”

“Yes,” Isana admitted and smiled. “That’s very observant. They are doing that because they, like me, are witches. All sorts of people can use magic and manipulate it in different ways, but witches and the exceedingly rare male sorcerers are born with it in their blood. We will use magic whether we like it or not. But it comes with a few side effects.”

“The touching stuff?” Ayaka guessed.

“Yep,” Isana agreed. “That comes from an extremely powerful inclination in witches to be around and become close to other women and girls; especially if they too are witches. Witches also have an overly active sex drive and a libido you wouldn’t believe.  What Sora and Karin are feeling is the beginning seeds of that and the instincts that come with it. They are probably too young and sheltered to realize that what they are feeling is strong sexual attraction.”

“You don’t think I’m too young to understand?” Ayaka said quietly as she digested what she’d been told.

“You have a very clear head for a girl your age,” Isana chuckled and tightened the hug again. “You had the observation skills to notice things were different, so I told you why.”

“So what you’re saying is that witches want to be with other girls?” Ayaka asked thoughtfully. “And that this is only the start for those two? What about you?”

“Me too,” Isana admitted freely. “My body is screaming at me about it all the time. I have an extremely strong desire for all three of you, but unlike them I know what it is and can ignore it, despite how uncomfortable and disappointing that feels. It helps though when I hold you like this. The other two are going to be showing stronger signs of this and I suspect that Karin at least will figure out soon what it is she suddenly wants from us. I was planning on having a small talk about it with all of you to explain it. But you just happened to hit on the subject early.”

“Lucky me,” Ayaka chuckled. “So what usually happens in a situation like this?”

“Usually,” Isana said carefully, “the people involved just allow things to happen naturally. It’s the reason why if you ask or check, most witches prefer to live in group homes with others like them or with women. It’s also the origin of covens.”

Ayaka sat silent for a long moment and in the silence they heard one of the showers shut off. Isana knew from her familiarity with the house that it was Sora’s bathroom. “You mean the witches and women that live with them just have sex with each other?” Ayaka eventually asked.

“Yes,” Isana answered honestly. “I’m not saying that such houses are constantly running orgies or something. Witch households almost always develop extremely tight bonds with their members, regardless of age. Rebecca and Maya both knew that when they asked me to take you guys in. You just got lucky that I’m still a sexy young lady and not some old biddy.”

“Sexy lady huh?” Ayaka barked a laugh. “That’s some opinion you have of yourself, but I get what you’re saying. It could have been worse, right?”

“Right, for instance, the three of you could have been separated completely where none of you would have someone you knew. This way you and the other girls know each other and have at least that connection. Plus, I can guarantee you that I will never, ever, force my attentions on you or the others. If you don’t want to have sex with anyone, you don’t have to.”

“But I can tell from your tone that it will be very hard to resist doing so and that you think I’d be missing out,” Ayaka’s wry amusement burst out into clear laughter. Ayaka squirmed around in the seat until they sat facing each other and Ayaka looked very pleased. “Thanks for explaining all of this to me like an adult. I know you probably could have just let things happen as they would, but I’m glad I know what will be going on around here soon. I think we’re actually pretty lucky to have ended up here.”

Isana blinked. “So, you’re not upset by it at all?”

“From what you just told me, getting upset about it would be about as useful as screaming at a tornado,” Ayaka smirked. “I admit that I think it’s really weird and knowing that Karin and Sora are going to start coming onto me is even more so, but now at least I’ll have a clue and I won’t accidentally hurt their feelings. Plus it explains why Karin was hugging me so much and why Sora has attached to you. When will you tell them?”

“I’m not sure,” Isana frowned. “It has to be soon though. Karin is old enough and smart enough to work out that she’s sexually attracted to everyone in the house and I have no idea where that will lead her. Sora on the other hand probably has no idea why she is so fascinated by me and why she enjoyed sleeping with me so much.  What do you think? You’ve known them longer than I have.”

“Isana, none of us were very close when we lived at the orphanage,” Ayaka laughed. “I only saw Karin at meal times because we had different friends and Sora mostly kept to herself. Sora is much too quiet a person to have survived there much longer I think. But you’re probably right about Karin; she’ll have it worked out pretty soon. It’s embarrassing, but I was actually surprised when I found out how smart she is a couple of years ago. So I would say to tell them as soon as possible for Sora’s sake more than Karin’s.”

Isana sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I may as well do it today. Thanks for being so understanding about all this.”

“Heh, from what you described, I thought it all sounded kind of nice,” Ayaka smiled pleasantly. “And I was quite enjoying you holding me just now, just so you know.”

“Whoa! Cool room!” they both turned and sat normally on the couch as Karin and Sora walked in together. Sora’s expressive ears were flicking about with interest, and it didn’t pass Ayaka’s notice that Karin had her arm wrapped casually around the younger girl.

Isana was, however, very proud of her living room. Like her bedroom, she had put it together for the purpose of comfort first and visual appeal second. That meant that nothing in the room really matched well, but by coincidence, it did have a sort of eclectic charm.

Aside from the big sofa on which she sat, Isana had kept her adoptive mother’s antique coffee table as a centerpiece. It was a massive thing that she could never have moved except with magic or a team of four burly men. There was a second sofa across from the one she sat on that was made of a red material and then two lounge chairs on either end of the sofas. The sofa Isana and Ayaka sat on ran along one outside wall that was lined with windows. The end wall of the rectangular space was taken up by a large, obviously well-used fireplace made of river stones. The only entrances to the room led to the dining room and the smaller door that led to the study/library.

As they entered, Karin wriggled her toes into the now ubiquitous heavy shag rug and it was plainly obvious that she liked it.  Isana liked to do the same thing, but what she liked about this room was that on really warm days she could lie out and take naps on that rug.

“Thank you, Karin,” Isana said by way of greeting. “I’m not much of a decorator, but it is comfy here.”

“The shower was even better though,” Karin said. She and Sora went around the second couch and sat in it across from them. “Even Sora took a long one.”

“I’ve never been in a shower before,” Sora said, defending herself. “And you took longer than I did.”

“Very true,” Karin chuckled in admission. “But it was nice right?”

“It was,” Sora agreed. “The water stayed nice and hot.”

“So, when does the tour start back up?” Karin asked.

“Right now if you like,” Isana answered.

Since there was only the first floor and the basement left to show the girls, the tour was a fairly quick one. Ayaka and Sora were both a little impressed by the collection of books she had in her library and both of them wore smiles when they left because Isana happily told them they could read whatever they wanted out of it. The really dangerous magic books were kept in a lockable case in the basement, so nothing in them would cause undue harm.  The girls were rather disappointed though when she teasingly decided to save her special room until later and they walked right past its door.

They were also excited and disappointed when she took them down into the basement. The first half of the large underground space was storage and utilities. Here she kept a large sundry of things and trying to explain them all would have taken days. Instead, she told them they were free to explore it all as long as they didn’t break anything too expensive. The back half of the basement was the space she reserved for her lab.

Every witch and competent magic-user had a lab or a space like it. It was where she performed major workings of magic and created magical concoctions. On one side of the lab she had carved and then inlaid with a special alloy, a ten-foot magical circle with extremely intricate glyphs. If she was doing anything really dangerous, she did it inside there. The girls were especially fascinated by the shelves she kept of ingredients and components she used in magical workings or mixtures. The pride of this collection was the ever-burning phoenix feather she kept in a protective glass enclosure.

Since it was only early afternoon still when she was finished showing off the house, Isana decided to show her girls the other interesting location on her property.

“Why do we need to go there in the truck if it’s on your property?” Karin asked as they all climbed into the vehicle.

“Because, by the time my mother and grandmother before her were done, the property grew to over fifteen square miles,” Isana answered with an amused smile. “You can walk if you want to, but we’re headed to the far northern part. That’s a five-mile trek, not including the hills and valleys.”

“Oh, then the truck is just fine,” Karin smiled, buckling in for emphasis.

“How do you own so much land?” Ayaka asked. She was sitting in the back with Sora this time.

“It started with my great-something grandfather,” Isana replied, starting up the truck and opening the garage door with a hand wave of magic. “After the Fall, he saw a bunch of empty land laying around with no ownership claims on them anymore and he began snatching them up. At first, they were very small bites and when the local governments settled down, they hadn’t realized he’d amassed so much. Then it just continued that way for a couple of generations until it reached its present size. Now it’s like owning my own private forest preserve.”

“The forest covers over half the state now,” Karin pointed out.

“And I own this small chunk of it,” Isana grinned. She turned the truck to a continuation of the long driveway they’d come up the night before. It kept on going, deeper into the dense woods. Since it was much less frequently traveled, it was also far bumpier and a little overgrown in places.

“Is the forest safe to walk around in?” Ayaka asked. She had her window rolled down and was looking out it as the fresh, clean air blew into the vehicle.

“If you’re careful and you don’t head into it alone, or at night,” Isana answered. “There are a few of the newer magical creatures about, but my wards keep them clear of the immediate area around the house. There are bears around this area and I’ve heard and seen the tracks of a pack of wolves. The wolves would be a lot more dangerous at night than they are by day. Bears though won’t bother you much as long as you don’t bother them or their young and the wolves usually steer clear of noisy humans. But I’ll give you each a few protective charms anyways. That way I’ll feel calmer about you roaming around.”

Since it was a relatively short drive through the rough landscape of the forest, they arrived at their destination quickly. The first sign they had arrived was that they popped out of the forest into a clearing that was almost blindingly bright from the now direct sunlight. The clearing was a very large oblong area that was just over a hundred yards long and ran right up to the shoreline of a substantial lake.

“Whoa, there’s a lake here?” Karin asked unnecessarily as all three girls had seen it now.

“Actually, there are quite a few lakes hidden inside the forest now,” Isana informed them. “This one was man-made originally, but even though the dam that caused it to form is long gone, it still remains.”

“What are all these plants growing all over the place?” Sora asked as they drove past a large plot of tomato plants.

“It’s a huge produce garden,” Ayaka answered with understanding in her voice. “I wondered why you had so much canned food and jars.  You grow it here.”

“Yep,” Isana affirmed with a proud smile. “I cheat a lot by using magic to keep pests and critters away from it all, but it gives me a nice side income. Usually, I hire a few teenagers from town that want some spending money and they help me harvest it all periodically and then I sell what I don’t eat to a grocer. A lot of people that live out in the boonies like me grow food to help out the town, and to make a little extra money, and to have great tasting fresh produce. On the other side of the lake, there is a really nice guy with apple and cherry orchards. You wouldn’t believe how much money he makes.”

“It looks like a lot of work,” Karin commented warily as the truck rolled to a stop in front of a large utility shed.

“It’s not that bad,” Isana laughed. “Remember, I cheat.”

Isana climbed out of the truck and once she was on the ground she placed two fingers into her mouth and blew out a deafening whistle that echoed oddly over the waters of the lake. Once it died down, Isana cupped her hand around her mouth and yelled “Shasta!”

When the girls joined her they were looking at her very oddly and she didn’t really blame them. She knew how she appeared. But before any of them could ask a question, thousands of small balls of light lifted up all around them in the fields and began to fly around in agitation. Isana smiled at the confusion this caused the girls and waited for the brighter yellow ball that zipped in their direction.

It halted directly in front of Isana’s face and the light dimmed slightly to reveal a tiny, but proportionally plump, naked woman with vividly painted body art and a pair of nearly invisible dragonfly wings.

“Oiyo, Isana, what are you doin’, callin’ me with strange whelplings about you?” the tiny person asked in an angry huff.

“Shasta, these girls are now family to me. They will be living in my home and will have free roam of my property. I called to you so that you would know them and so your clan would not cause them harm.”

“A family now, Isana?” Shasta said in a long string of chuckles. “Two are wee witchlings and the third, oh, a daughter of the earth, what a strange lot you show me.”

Isana smiled at the expressions on the girl’s faces, but it was Sora who spoke first.

“Are you a real fairy?” Sora asked, clearly amazed and impressed.

“Ach! She doesn’t believe I’m real!” Shasta crowed dramatically. Then she clutched a hand to her chest and fell backwards down to the grass as her light dimmed. Sora and the others gasped in surprise and the beginnings of horror.

“Shasta,” Isana growled warningly. The fairy’s light gleamed bright again and then the little person zipped up into the air with a cackle of laughter. Little squeaks of amusement chorused around them from the multitude of other fairies.

“Ahahaha, no one teaches the young ones the classics anymore,” Shasta laughed and then bowed expressively towards Sora. “Aye, tis a fairy I am and a leader of this fine clan, little elf blood witchling. By way of a bargain, the Lady Isana gives us safe and home and a portion of vittles. We tend the green things and make them grow. Honor and privilege and well met.”

“Oh, thank—” Ayaka cut off sharply when Isana gestured quickly to her.

“Sorry,” Isana apologized to the girl. “But it’s never a good idea to thank a fey creature. Some will take it to mean you owe them a debt. Shasta is a well behaved fairy, but if you meet others like her, it would be very bad to say that.”

“Okay,” Ayaka said thoughtfully. “Then I am honored as well, and we are well met.”

“O-ho,” Shasta cackled. “A smart and quick-minded one is the Mother born girl. It really is a wonderfully strange day to meet a silver one, a dragon brood and one like this one. I will watch over them, Isana, never fear. The clan is always in your service. Good day to ye!”

With that Shasta zipped away and all of the floating balls of light flew back down to the various plants they were charged with tending. When Isana turned, it seemed none of the girls knew quite what to make of what just happened.

“Well, now you’ve met Shasta and the real secret behind my lovely garden,” Isana laughed. “She didn’t mean any insult by the names she called you, she just has that odd manner of speech.”

“She said they serve you, though,” Karin said wonderingly.

“We made a bargain many years ago,” Isana answered. “After I saved some of them during a particularly bad storm, I agreed to let them live within my protective warding for as long as they maintained the gardens. They also have permission to eat a small portion of what is grown. It’s a win for both sides.”

“I liked her,” Sora decided. “How many of them live here?”

“No idea,” Isana answered. “Every year a small group of them leave to found their own clans; yet whenever I come down here, there are always at least several hundred of them.”

Karin wandered away a little towards the lake. Since it wasn’t a naturally made lake, there wasn’t much sand on the shoreline that comes with the inevitable erosion on an older body of water.  Instead it was mostly mud except for a small cleared area where Isana had added her own sand. Isana knew what question was coming next.

“Can we swim in the water?” Karin asked, just as Isana knew she would. In answer, Isana approached the shore and grabbed a rope that was staked to the ground near the small beach and trailed into the water after a meter or so, a small object came out of the water with the rope tied around it. What it was a glass ring with a bulge on one side. The glass bulge currently had a green middle.

“See this,” the girls nodded. “Whenever you want to swim you have to check this. I have some very strong wards protecting this little beach, but they wear down fast. If you pull this out and it’s red, that means the ward has failed and whatever new little creatures live in this lake can get to you. You’ll know if it fails while you’re in the water because this thing will send out a really bright pulse of light and a small shock to stun anything that might be nearby so you can get out. The wards only extend out about twenty feet so don’t go any further than that.”

“Okay, so maybe swimming doesn’t seem like such a great idea,” Karin laughed a little darkly. Both Sora and Ayaka were looking at the placid water warily.

“What lives in the lake?” Sora asked after a moment.

“I have no idea actually,” Isana admitted. “But after the Fall, some really nasty things have taken up residence in lakes, rivers and oceans. I tried quite a few searching spells on this lake and all I can tell you is that something large does live in it now and my wards have been shattered three times. I swim occasionally when the mood strikes, but I’m always very careful about it.”

“I think I can skip on the lake then,” Ayaka said wryly. I’m fine with just the forest, the wonderful house, and the gardens.”

“Same here,” Sora agreed. She gave the water a pointed look and took a deliberate step away from it.

From there they spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon wandering around the gardens and in the woods around them. The girls were eager to explore everything and when they drove back up to the house, they explored around that too. Isana subtly kept them away from the north side of the house so they wouldn’t see her secret room and spoil the surprise. She suspected that Ayaka caught onto the ruse about mid-afternoon, but she just smiled and took the lead on their wandering trek.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 2

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

By Nuit du Loup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I done?” Isana asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you?” Isana asked the oldest girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah!” Sora said, perking up considerably to match Karin’s expression. “Are you really gonna teach us magic?”

In answer to Karin’s question Isana flicked a finger towards a glass of water in front of her place at the table and the liquid inside exploded up into the air. As the girls gasped in surprise, all the water shifted and in the next instant a veritable hoard of ice crystal butterflies were flapping around the room in a loose cloud. Her audience gaped at them.

“They’re so pretty,” Sora said in visible wonderment. “Will I be able to do that?”

“I have no idea,” Isana shrugged, answering honestly. “Like all other things, some people have specific skills when it comes to magic and some are good with a lot of things. But I’ll teach you all, everything I can. Are you a witch, Sora?”

“You bet she is,” Karin snorted, and gave Sora a quick smile to show she didn’t mean it in an insulting way. “Last week we were all woken up in the middle of the night because she started screaming in a panic. Somehow there was a tiny rainstorm going on in her room. There were clouds and lighting and everything! It lasted for almost twenty minutes before it went away.”

Sora flushed with embarrassment, her ears drooping, and Isana chuckled. When the girl cringed at her laugh, Isana reached out a reassuring hand and stroked the top length of Sora’s left ear affectionately. Sora blinked in surprise at the gesture and then leaned in close for another. Isana smiled as she obliged and addressed all of the girls as she gave the ear a few more strokes.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed around me. I can guarantee that I’ve probably done something just as bad or worse in my past, so any problem you girls cause won’t be that big a deal to me. You will cause problems because magic is funny that way, but I won’t insult or mock you when it happens. For example, I can top Sora’s little rainstorm. I once caused every toilet and sink in a small office building to overflow at the same time.”

“Even ones people were sitting on?” Karin asked, breaking out into laughter.

“Every single one,” Isana confirmed with a grin. “Including the one I was sitting on at the time.” Even Ayaka burst into giggles at this and a visibly amused Sora was leaning in close enough now that Isana put an arm around her in hug. “So, other than Sora, who is the other witch?”

“That would be me,” Karin said, reigning in her giggles. When she leaned forward Isana noticed something odd lying against the back of her shirt. Karin saw her gaze and after visibly thinking it over, she raised a pair of small, bat-like wings outward from her back. “Are they weird?” she asked tentatively.

“No more than the fact I have a tail and cat ears,” Isana assured her. “I still think you’re incredibly pretty. Can I ask what you are?”

Karin beamed at the compliment and shrugged, “I was told that I have dragon blood in me. I don’t know what that really means entirely, but it’s why I have these wings and the horn.”

“And she breathes fire,” Ayaka said, smirking at the younger girl. “I noticed you left that bit out.”

“Spoilsport,” Karin grumped with a smile, and then stuck out a very long tongue at her. When Isana raised an eyebrow at her, Karin pursed her lips and a tiny flame licked out into the air.

“So what about you?” Isana asked Ayaka.

“I’m not a witch at all,” the oldest girl replied pleasantly with no hint of jealousy of the other two. “But what I am is an Okami.”

“Okami?” Isana said. She’d heard that term somewhere.

“A wolf-kin land deity,” Ayaka answered helpfully. “That doesn’t mean I’m a goddess or anything that impressive, but I can shapeshift and a few other things. The deity part originates from the fact that my power comes from the nature energy in the land around me. In Arbor I could hardly do anything because of the city.”

“Isana!” they all turned at the exasperated moan and saw Claire pushing in a trolley cart laden with food. Emi followed in behind her with another one and they did so while walking through the ice butterflies. “How can I see what I’m doing with these things all over the place?”

“Sorry,” Isana chuckled. “I was just giving the girls a brief demo.”

She waved her left hand and all the butterflies melted into water and then streamed through the air and back into her glass. She smiled at the looks of disappointment on every face except Claire’s. She was becoming a bad influence around here.

Claire and Emi brought the carts to the end of the long table and began setting out plates in front of everyone already seated and also at their own places on the other side. Tonight they were having chicken cacciatore and it smelled absolutely divine. The girls apparently agreed because all their faces lit up when the food was laid out and the smell of the pasta and sauce wafted up. This was one of Isana’s favorites. Next to come were big bowls of buttery breadsticks and smaller ones of salad. Lastly, Emi poured some fresh lemonade for everyone and then both she and her mother took their seats.

“It smells great,” Isana said to Emi, since she knew who had probably made the main dish.

“It should,” Claire snorted as Emi blushed. “Once she knew it was your favorite, she made damn sure she could make it perfectly. We were eating the leftovers for a week. Go ahead and dig in, girls!”

Not needing any more encouragement than that, everyone gleefully reached for their silverware. Since there was a momentary pause in the conversation, Isana looked over the girls again and thought that maybe it really would be nice having them around. They had such diverse personalities that she didn’t doubt that things would be interesting and in just meeting them she felt a warm glow.

“This is really good!” Sora said, smiling at Emi. “Did you really make it?”

“Yep!” Emi nodded in a proud affirmative. “I always make the food whenever Isana eats here. My mom has been teaching me everything she knows.”

“Are you guys family?” Karin asked, stabbing a hunk of salad and popping it into her mouth.

“No,” Claire said with an amused smiled. “But Isana may as well be. She and I have been friends for over two decades and she was there at the hospital when Emi was born, so she’s known my daughter literally since birth. She’s like the crazy aunt or something like that.”

“You don’t seem that crazy,” Ayaka said, laughing and looking amusedly at Isana.

“I dunno, she might be right,” Isana smirked playfully. “In fact, just the other day I fought a giant chicken all by myself.”

“A giant chicken?” Karin asked with interest.

“Yeah, a giant chicken that breathed fire and had talons that could tear up concrete,” Isana grinned back at the girl.

“It’s her job,” Claire interjected, deflating Isana’s boasting.

“Your job is to fight giant chickens?” Karin asked disbelievingly.

“Not quite,” Isana laughed. “When the town has a magic related problem and they can’t solve it themselves or they want a magical working, they give me a call and I get paid to fix things. It just happened to be a giant chicken this week. Since I’m just about the only magic user around, I get all sorts of different requests.”

Isana reached for her napkin to wipe some excess butter off her fingers and her arm brushed against Sora’s. It was then she noticed that the girl had moved her chair very close without Isana noticing and the contact sent warmth flooding through her. Sora smiled pleasantly at her at the touch and Isana had to once again remark mentally that Sora was a very good looking young girl. Feeling a need to distract her thoughts from that track, Isana was thankful when Ayaka asked a new question.

“Do you live close by here?”

“No, not really close at all,” Isana answered quickly. “I live about ten miles outside of town in the middle of the deep forest.”

“All by yourself?” Sora asked.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t that bad,” Isana assured her. “Now you girls will be around to keep me company.”

“Her house is huge!” Emi added.

“Cool,” Karin smiled. “But what…”

***

The rest of the dinner passed good naturedly and Isana was more than a little pleased that Ayaka, Karin and Sora were relaxed about being with her. She had worried that they might resent her for pulling them away from the home they had known, but it seemed the exact opposite was true. They seemed very pleased that they would finally have a house and a home that was truly theirs and not a communal place. They also seemed exceedingly happy with the fact that the four of them would essentially be a family from now on.

The only thing that gave her pause was the odd quaver she felt whenever she looked at Sora. The girl seemed to be becoming much attached to her and a certain something inside her was very happy with that. It had been years since she had last had a lover, but she recognized the signs of physical attraction when either of them looked at the other. That could make things weird soon, but she hoped she could explain things clearly to all the girls before anything happened and something would. Sora’s magic was awakening much to strongly for them to resist the desire for very long, even if Sora didn’t yet realize what it was she was feeling.

Eventually all stomachs were full of good food, and it was time for Isana to take the girls to their new home. Claire and Emi escorted them to the lobby where the girls’ bags were waiting, and Isana could see that Emi was sad to see her new friends leaving already. Claire’s daughter, despite being younger than all three of the others, had been a hit. So as they walked out of the hotel’s doors it was with exchanged promises to see the others again. When the door shut, it was just Isana and her three new charges standing out in the late evening sun.

“Well,” Isana said with a content smile as a soothingly warm breeze sighed through the air. “You girls ready to see your new home?”

“Of course we are,” Ayaka laughed brightly, speaking for the others from their similar expressions. “How are we getting out there?”

“In that!” Isana grinned proudly, pointing at the red behemoth truck she drove. It was one of the few powered vehicles in the small lot. Around back would be the stable for those that rode in on horses and a storage space for bikes. “That monster is mine.”

All three girls looked at the huge vehicle and Karin seemed to try and fit them together in her head.

“That is yours?” Karin asked in amazement. “You could pitch a tent and live in the bed of that thing!”

“It is just a tad large,” Ayaka added diplomatically, but she actually seemed a little impressed.

“I like it,” Sora said last. She frowned at the looks from the other girls and felt a need to defend her opinion. “It’s cool looking.”

“Thank you Sora. I’m glad somebody likes it,” Isana said with a rueful smirk. “Now come on. Time’s wasting away.”

She led them over to the truck and unlocked the passenger side first with a simple wave of her hand. In a move that apparently surprised the other two girls, Sora quickly moved forward to claim the front passenger seat. Karin and Ayaka obliged their youngest sister and even helped her climb up into the seat. Karin climbed in behind Sora in the backseat of the cab and Ayaka followed Isana around to the other side and helped load all the bags into the truck bed. Once they were all aboard, Isana made them all buckle their seatbelts before tapping a small copper plate near the steering column.

The magical engine revved up with a deep, powerful hum and Isana saw her passengers exchange doubtful looks. Isana just smiled, backed her truck out of the parking space and drove out onto Main Street. Isana stayed silent as she drove because the girls were far too interested in their new surrounding for her to interrupt them. Occasionally one would point out something particularly interesting and then the others would quickly turn to marvel as well. It was terribly cute.

When they hit the guard station they were quickly passed through the checkpoint since they were leaving, not entering. Then Isana really put the truck into gear and allowed the powerful engine she and a real mechanic had put together to show its stuff. Surprised gasps came from the girls and she smiled proudly as they saw how fast they were now chewing up the miles. Most drivers might have worried about hitting one of the many deer that often strayed onto the road and kept to a slower speed, but Isana had carefully worked layers of shields onto the front and the rear of the vehicle to shrug off any collisions. There was also a spell worked into the headlight lamps that projected a long range ward that would warn of anything ahead, but the road was completely clear all the way home.

When they finally reached the turn off onto Isana’s property, it caught the girls by surprise. Unless you knew to look for the massive pair of trees that framed her driveway, you’d drive right past it. She always got complaints from mail carriers because whenever a new guy got assigned to this route, he or she always took more than one try to find it. But Isana plowed the truck into the dark forest drive without any hesitation.

The driveway, if that was even the right word for it, went another half a mile into the dense, shadowy woods. The sun had almost completely fallen by now and that meant that her headlights were just about the only things lighting up the way except for the occasional shaft of dim moonlight. Isana waited to see who would spot the house first and she smiled when she heard Ayaka’s gasp.

“Is that it,” the girl said, dropping her air of maturity for the moment, “That dark shape in the woods ahead?”

“Where?” Sora asked eagerly, leaned forward to peer through the windshield. Her ears quivered in excitement.

“It’s up there, on that big rise,” Karin said, pointing forward over the front seat so that the youngest girl could sight down her arm. “It’s that big, blocky shadow. It’s huge!”

“Emi was right,” Ayaka agreed softly.

“Why did you build such a big house in the woods?” Sora asked.

“I didn’t build it!” Isana laughed. “I’ve made plenty of changes, but I certainly didn’t build it. The great-great grandfather of the woman that adopted me had it built over two-hundred years ago, back when her family had been much larger, wealthier, and lived in a big extended group. I think there were actually six different families within the main family living in it at one point. But most of those moved away or died during the Fall. I inherited it from my master and adoptive mother when she died in an accident.”

She rounded the last bend in the snaky drive and slowed down in the wide, open space in front of her garage with the crunch of gravel. Behind that garage loomed the massive two-story structure of the house itself. The outside wall of the house was built of well-fitted, dark-colored stone blocks. Isana knew that must have cost a dear fortune, but the result was a very well insulted house that could withstand even the harshest weather conditions.  The garage though was a wooden shingled add-on to the main structure.

Isana flicked a hand towards the garage and the double-wide door rose up smoothly on its track and a light flicked on inside. Using the open space to turn around, Isana deftly backed her truck up into the garage with the smooth ease of long familiarity. Once she was satisfied she was in far enough, another hand wave had the door closing again.

“Well, we’re here!” Isana said, turning a little to see all three girls. Sora was looking at the collection of random junk filling the remainder of the garage with open curiosity and her long ears were flicking. Karin and Ayaka were far more interested in the door that led into the house.

“You’re really alright with us moving in with you?” Ayaka asked after a brief silence.

“I didn’t drive you all the way here just to show you my awesome garage,” Isana laughed, smiling her assurance at the girl. “At first I was just as nervous as you guys were, but so far I like what I’ve seen and I like all of you. So hop on out so we can get inside. I spent all day yesterday cleaning and stuff and I’d hate to have wasted all of that.”

Isana followed her own words by climbing out of the driver’s seat. Sora quickly followed suite and when she came over and stood close, Isana felt perfectly natural in putting arm around the girl’s shoulders again. Sora didn’t complain at all at the action and even moved a little closer. The two older girls followed more slowly, but that was only because they had each paused to lock their doors on the truck which Sora hadn’t even thought to do. They were also thoughtful enough to grab the three luggage bags.

Isana walked them over to the house door and placed her free hand on the red painted oak. The complicated and powerful wards of the house recognized her instantly and the sturdy bolts locking the door came undone. They entered into a small mudroom and when Isana kicked off her shoes onto a reed mat, the girls politely did the same. Then they finally entered into the main house.

The house was dark from the evening light outside, but there was just enough to see that the first room was the spacious kitchen and adjoining dining room. Since it had mostly just been her living alone, both were very clean and organized. The kitchen had a small island with a few barstools, a breakfast nook with a large bay window, and a long set of cabinets and polished stone countertops with a range and magically cooled refrigerator at one end. The dining room just had one long table of dark oak that could seat ten in its cushioned ladder-back chairs.

Isana willed a large cluster of small gem-like lights into being and they floated up into the air and scattered near the ceiling.  When the rooms were more fully illuminated, the girls wandered more deeply inside to look around their new home.

“Feel free to poke around,” Isana assured them when she saw Karin hesitate to open a cabinet to look inside. “This is your house, too.”

“How many rooms does it have?” Sora asked, not moving very far away from where Isana watched. She seemed content to watch the other two.

“Well, there are four master-style bedrooms and three more regular ones. Then there are two additional full bathrooms upstairs and a half-bath down here. The bottom floor has the living room, a small library or study, a pantry, these two rooms, and a certain, special room that I had remodeled and did some work on myself.”

“How is it special?” Karin asked, pausing in her inspection of the inside of the refrigerator. She ended the sentence with a long, tired yawn. Isana could understand how the girl felt. She’s been so nervous that she hadn’t slept at all the previous night and her own body wanted a bed badly.

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” Isana smiled. “But I think we can save a grand tour for in the morning when the sun is up. You all look kind of bushed and I think we should get your bags up to your bedrooms before you’re too tired.”

“Can we pick our own room?” Ayaka asked, turning around excitedly from her inspection of the cabinets. Her delight at the house was apparent and Isana was very happy to see it.

“As long as you don’t fight over them,” Isana agreed amiably. She grabbed Sora’s bag from where Karin had set it down and led them to the back staircase that led from the kitchen and up to the second floor. The upper floor had a square of hallways with the rooms around and inside it. Once up there Isana pointed toward the partially open door on the outside of the East hallway. “That door there is my room, so pick any other one you want.”

Karin and Ayaka both separated eagerly to search inside the other rooms and a cluster of the light gems kept pace. Sora however hesitated and then took her bag and walked straight to the door that was exactly opposite from Isana’s. She opened it and after giving it the briefest glance came right back after dumping off her luggage inside the door.

“I’ll take that one,” Sora said matter-of-factly with a warm smile.

“You’re sure?” Isana asked. “The middle rooms don’t have any windows.”

“That’s alright,” Sora replied happily. “I just want one that’s near yours and that one is right across the hall.”

Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy,” Isana shrugged. “Let’s see how the others are doing.”

Predictably enough, they found Karin flopped on her back in the queen-sized bed of the master bedroom that was on the opposite side of the house from Isana’s. The room had the bare essentials, like a dresser, closet and a rug over the wooden floor, but it was otherwise undecorated. When they walked in Karin had a wide smile on her face and was watching the slowly circling trio of light gems above her.

“I see you like this one?” Isana laughed.

“Uh-huh,” Karin agreed quickly, sitting up. “Sora, come lay on this thing with me. I’ve never been on a bed this comfortable before.” Sora joined Karin on the bed and immediately agreed with the older girl; then an amused snort came from the doorway.

“Find one you like?” Isana inquired as Ayaka entered the room and stood next to her.

“Yeah, the north master bedroom,” Ayaka smiled back. “I tested my bed out too. Which one did you pick Sora?”

“The one across from Isana,” Sora answered, rolling up into a sitting position to look at them.

“Nice,” Ayaka nodded as if that had been expected. “You were right, Isana. I think we can wait for morning to look around. I’m more than ready to go back to that bed.”

“Cool, then let’s get a few necessities from the closet,” Isana replied.

They followed her back out into the hallway were she then led them to the large walk-in size storage closet. They continued to follow her inside and she took them to stacks of neatly folded sheets and blankets on shelves.

“These stacks,” Isana waved at several stacks of matching sets, “are for the queen-size beds. So Karin and Ayaka, you go ahead and grab one you like. Sora, you need one of those on the next shelf up. Do any of you need help making your bed?”

“No way,” Karin laughed, taking down a set of red bed clothes.  Ayaka had chosen a patterned purple one and Sora’s was a light blue floral. “We had to make our beds every day back at the orphanage and wash the sheets once a week. So we’ve had lots of practice.”

“Did you have your own rooms?” Isana asked curiously as they exited the closet.

“No, we all had one or two roommates,” Ayaka answered. “The three of us all had different rooms there.”

“I didn’t like mine,” Sora said, frowning.

“Yes, well, Marta certainly isn’t here,” Ayaka said, smiling at Sora. “None of us are going to bully you. We’re sisters now.”

“This Marta person was unpleasant, I take it?” Isana asked, automatically disliking anyone who’d act that way toward Sora.  The wave of protectiveness surprised her, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Yeah!” Sora responded, fuming cutely. “She always messed with me and my stuff or stole things.”

“I tried saying something to the women that ran the place, but they didn’t really care,” Ayaka sighed. “The three of us weren’t very popular with the others.”

“I heard,” Isana nodded sadly. “But you’re here now and I sure as hell won’t ignore you. I’m hoping that you’ll love it here.”

“Us too,” Karin smiled happily.

“Well, while you guys are making your beds, I need to go get something that I prepared for each of you,” Isana said. “I’ll be back in two minutes, okay?”

They separated to their respective rooms, lights following, and Isana watched them for a moment before she ducked back downstairs. In the living room she picked up three smallish baskets she’d filled with a few items for the girls. Then she went back up the main stairs and made her way to Ayaka’s room this time. It matched Karin’s except for a slightly larger window on the far wall. She found the girl there, flinging out the third and top sheet over the bed. When it settled onto the others, Ayaka quickly and efficiently smoothed it out and had it tucked in. Finished, Ayaka turned around and wore a smile of satisfaction. She was visibly happy that Isana had come to her new room.

“You have had a lot of practice,” Isana noted, nodding appreciatively toward the bed. “That was pretty fast.”

“I’m good at these kinds of things,” Ayaka replied with a slight reddening of the cheeks, but she seemed proud and happy at the compliment. “Actually, I kind of like making a place clean and orderly and doing small chores like this. It used to drive my roommates nuts.”

“I have no complaints,” Isana chuckled. “Here.”

Ayaka took the basket just as the other two joined them again.

“What is that?” Karin asked.

“There’s one for each of you,” Isana told her, handing them each their basket. “I didn’t know what you had in terms of basic supplies, so I made up a basket with all of them. There’s soap, shampoo, toothbrushes and toothpaste, a hairbrush, and since I forgot to ask how old you guys were I added razors, shaving cream and other hygiene items. I also bought you each a few brand new towels for each of the bathrooms.

“Wow,” Ayaka said, looking through her basket. “This is really cool. I was actually a bit nervous before coming here about asking to borrow stuff from you. But this has everything. Thanks so much!”

“Yeah, this is cool…um Ms. Isana?” Karin floundered as it was the first time any of the girls had tried to address her by name.

“Just plain Isana is fine,” she smiled. “Now I need to do one last thing before we all turn in.”

She walked over to the wall next to the doorway and placed her hand over it. Bluish light glowed between her hand and the wall and it quickly gathered together into a think-lined circle of light. Sort of like a vertically aligned halo. A thin white line cut the circle at about the six o’clock position. When she took her hand away it seemed to sink into the wall and disappear.

“What was that?” Sora asked, walking up close to get a better look.

“It controls those,” Isana said, pointing at the gem lights in Ayaka’s room. “Ayaka, can you come here a moment?”

“Sure,” Ayaka said cooperatively, and stood next to her.

“Hold your hand up like I just had mine near the wall by the door.” Ayaka did so and the circle rose up out of the wall. Ayaka blinked at it in surprise. Isana smiled at the expression. “Now you can use your finger to rotate the circle, which will dim or brighten the lights. I’ll do this in all your bedrooms and bathrooms since you haven’t learned to use your own magic yet.”

“Cool,” Sora said, and watched even closer when Isana repeated the magic in the spacious bathroom.

“Do you need anything else before I do Karin and Sora’s rooms and then head to bed?” she asked Ayaka when she was done and they all stood by the door.

Ayaka stood there for a moment and Isana saw she was visibly warring over some decision. Then the girl sighed in resignation and leapt forward, embracing Isana in a tight hug. Isana chuckled at first, realizing Ayaka had been debating how “mature” she should be, but then sighed in a pleased tone and gave a soft rub of her cheeks against Ayaka’s. Ayaka made a pleased sound too and then they separated.

“That was very nice of you,” Isana said, smiling at the girl. “I’ll see you in the morning, Ayaka.”

“Yeah,” Ayaka agreed, apparently a little embarrassed but also happy. “In the morning.”

After leaving Ayaka’s room Isana made up the lights in Karin’s room just as she had in Ayaka’s and the girl found them briefly fun to play with. Then when she was going to leave and do Sora’s, Karin wanted a hug too. It was then Isana found out just how affectionate a person Karin was. Once they were together Karin didn’t seem to want to let her go. But Isana also found out that the junction of Karin’s wings was a ticklish place and they separated with Karin giggling like crazy.

“Aww, that was mean,” Karin laughed, dropping onto her bed heavily as she caught her breath.

“Just be thankful Claire and Emi aren’t here,” Isana replied. “Those two will remember every weak spot you have.”

“What’s yours?” Karin said, her giggles subsiding.

“I’m not going to tell you that so easily,” Isana smirked. “But what I will say is that Sora here was the closest to finding it out.”

“I was?” Sora asked with her eyes wide. “But all I did was… oh!”

“Where is it?” Karin asked eagerly, leaning forward.

Sora reached up a hand towards Isana and then paused with a frown.

“It’s alright, Sora,” Isana laughed. “I suppose it’s only fair to show her since I found hers just now. Go ahead.”

Sora’s small hand continued up to her head and Isana felt those small fingers scratching near her ears. Using her own hands, she adjusted them slightly until they hit the sweet spot. It was readily apparent when it happened because Isana felt her knees try to buckle from the pleasurable feeling Sora was giving her and she couldn’t help letting out a sharp hiss. Sora gasped in surprise and jerked her hand away.

“I didn’t want to hurt you!” Karin exclaimed in shock, misinterpreting Isana’s reaction. Isana heard a strangled sound and as her head cleared she saw Sora was clenching her hands tightly. Her face said she was ready to cry, and Karin wasn’t much better. “Why did you do that?”

“It didn’t hurt me at all,” Isana said, smiling wide to show she meant it. “It was just the opposite, in fact.”

“Huh?” Karin looked confused.

“Haven’t you ever seen that on some cats that if you scratch in just the right spot they go all gooey and beg for more?”

“Yeah,” Sora answered, still looking at her worriedly.

“Well, that was my spot. It just feels really damn good; so good that I almost can’t do anything else and it seems that Sora’s fingers were especially good.”

“You liked it?” Sora asked, perking back up.

“Oh, yeah!” Isana grinned. Then she looked warmly at Karin. “That’s why it’s my weak spot.”

“I’ll remember it,” Karin smiled back, wiping her eyes.

“Hah, goodnight Karin,” Isana said, shaking her head in amazement.

“G’night!” Karin returned. “And you too, Sora.”

Sora’s room was the fastest to do since it was only the one bedroom. In contrast, Sora’s goodnight hug took the longest of all. Isana couldn’t bring herself to do what she had with Karin.  In Sora she felt someone that badly wanted to be loved, and the girl was probably betting everything on Isana. It probably didn’t help that Isana knew she must be experiencing some new feelings and desires, now that her gift as a witch was blossoming on its own. That made Sora a lot more fragile than the other two girls, and something inside her responded strongly to that.

After a while of just sitting on Sora’s bed hugging the girl in peaceful silence, Isana reached over to the basket of stuff which Sora had placed on a small bedside table, and took out the hairbrush.  Sora very willing moved onto her lap, facing outward, and Isana began to gently brush the girl’s long, silky hair.

After about fifteen minutes of this treatment Isana smiled when she saw that the soothing feeling of the brush was having its desired effect. Sora’s eyes were drooping and her breathing had become slow and steady.

“Time for sleep,” Isana said then. She pulled back the covers and laid Sora down. “You should change your clothes for bed. Goodnight, Sora.”

Isana stood slowly and left Sora’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. She then crossed to her own bedroom feeling ready for her own bed. She’d long since made the room hers in almost every way, but her bed was the most unique. It was a massive nest-like collection of blankets, pillows, comforters and sheets that covered the biggest bed she’d been able to purchase. After a brief pit stop in her bathroom to pee and shed all of her clothes, she made her way to it and climbed inside that nest. It took only moments for her naked body to feel comfortable and warm. Then a light knock sounded from the partially closed door.

“Yeah?” she called out.

The door cracked open slowly and Sora stepped inside, bathed in moonlight from the window. She was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt that went down to her knees and Isana saw cute little toes curling into the thick, heavy shag of the rug she’d put down on the wooden floor. Sora took in the room with a tired glance and then locked onto her face.

“Need something?” Isana asked pleasantly, knowing only her head was sticking out of the mass on her bed.

“Can… can I sleep in here with you?” Sora asked. Her hands clenched onto the shirt and then released it in an idle fashion. “Please?”

Isana knew that she should probably make Sora get used to her own room, but something else stopped her. She was too tired and comfortable to think of what that was at the moment though. Instead, she nodded her acceptance.

“Come on.”

Sora’s face brightened immediately and after quietly closing the door again, she quickly climbed onto the bed. At first, she seemed very confused by all the blankets and stuff but she crawled her way to Isana and wriggled down next to her. Isana wrapped her arms around Sora until they were snuggled together with Sora’s back to her front. There was a small moment of surprise when Sora realized she was completely naked, but they were both too comfortable to deal with that right now. Instead, Sora just sighed happily and relaxed in the embrace.

Minutes later, they were both asleep.

On to Chapter Three!