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Daughter’s Drawings

  • Posted on May 12, 2024 at 3:55 pm

Note from JetBoy: Had this one kicking around in my collection for years. I put a bit of a shine on it, but didn’t change it enough to call it mine, so in the Author Unknown file it goes. Hope you like the result.

Author Unknown

The room was strangely quiet after Lisa’s sobbing. She still knelt on the floor, but she just sniffed occasionally, timidly glancing up from her drawings to look at my face.  She was eighteen, a slender young woman whose athletic figure often turned heads.  Not as she was at the moment though, her eyes red from crying, black eyeliner staining her cheeks.

Her father and I were proud of Lisa and her many achievements. She’d recently won a scholarship in fine art at a university. She loved to draw and paint, even before she could walk. I smiled as I recalled the living room floor strewn with her pictures in crayon, pencil, finger paint. You couldn’t look at a wall anywhere in the house without seeing at least one picture of hers.

Now this, I thought, moving one picture to look at another. There were at least a dozen on the coffee table, revealed when I had emptied a bottom drawer, taped underneath in a plastic bag. They were all black ink line drawings, all showing women in constraining leather clothes… some gagged, others masked, pale flesh showing the marks of having been whipped or caned. Some included women with strapped black cocks jutting from their loins. The drawings were both sensuous and lewd, finely detailed to the point of graphically portrayed anal sex.

I tried to ignore the erotic quality of the works. The shock of first seeing them had made that easy… and at first, I hadn’t even believed Lisa could have done them. But as time passed, as her crying ebbed and the nature of what I was looking at became fully understood, I couldn’t help but react, my pussy growing moist. These drawings were hot!

“You must’ve needed a model,” I said, my voice tight as I looked at a drawing of a figure on all fours, a glistening black shaft half sunk in her furry slit while another strained her mouth.

She shook her head, looking down at her feet. “They’re all me,” she whispered. “I… I used a mirror to d-draw myself.”

The pictures took on a fresh level of eroticism as I realized the shapes were all Lisa — the long slender torsos, the firm rounded breasts, so often shown with nipple rings or small tattoos, the succulent asses that were offered for defiling or beating, anal rings still open after being fucked hard, dripping cunts still spread with arousal. I licked my lips and squeezed my thighs together, stung by the excitement I felt.

I’d long entertained occasional bisexual fantasies, sometimes masturbating while imagining myself making love to other women. But now I was getting aroused at erotic images of my own daughter! I had to stay cool, keep control.

I looked away and counted to thirty, waiting for my flash of lust to subside. Meanwhile my daughter began to cry again. “You weren’t meant to see them. No one was. They were just for me!” she sobbed.

“And the clothes? The… toys? Are they imaginary?” I asked, glancing at the picture that showed a black strap-on penis, fastened around the hips of a woman, rising in all its glory towards the eager mouth of a young girl. The detail was exquisite and I quickly dragged my eyes from it.

“They’re mine,” she mumbled. “I bought them through the mail.”

“Jesus, Lisa!” I gasped. She began to cry again.

“Go get them,” I told her. My curiosity was too great — the excitement had my panties damp. I wasn’t sure just what the hell I was doing, but my renewed arousal made me want to see more… to see everything!

Lisa returned with an old suitcase she kept on top of her wardrobe. She nervously nibbled her lower lip as she opened it and began lifting out clothes, some of them no more than straps.

“What’s this?” I asked, holding up a strip of leather with holes in it.

“It’s a breast halter,” she explained softly, her cheeks burning.

“Put it on,” I told her, before I knew what I was saying.

She looked at it for a moment, then began removing her top and bra. I watched her bare her upper body, and suddenly tried to ignore the warmth I felt inside at seeing Lisa’s firm little breasts and the paleness of her skin. She didn’t look at me, but I could see she was blushing as she pulled the strap around her, fastening it with a twist then turning it until her faintly pink nipples stood in the holes.  I noted her nipples hadn’t been pierced and suddenly wondered what they’d look like with little golden rings hanging from them. One of her pictures was of a tongue touching the underside of an erect nipple… I wondered what it would feel like to lick a woman’s breast like that.

“No piercings…?” I murmured, because I’d been staring at her breasts, and I didn’t want Lisa to think I was coming on to her… but my lust was rising by the second, spiraling out of control. God — my own daughter was getting me hot!

“I… I never had the nerve to go into the store,” she told me, blushing.

Rummaging around in the case, I found her strap-on cock. It was long and black, the molding as detailed as she’d drawn it. I felt myself flood as I imagined the long thick thing sliding into my cunt — it was at least twice the size of my husband’s prick. I saw that this strap-on was specially designed to stimulate the clitoris of the wearer. My heart now pumping wildly, I handed it to her.

“Put it on,” I told her.

“Mom!” she gasped.

“Do you want your father to see these?” I asked, gesturing toward the drawings. She shook her head, eyes begging me not to. “Then do it,” I told her firmly.

Softly weeping, my daughter rose and popped the clasp to her jeans. I crossed my legs and savored the warm growing wetness in my panties as I watched her slender pale thighs appear, pink panties on show, the cotton hugging her pubes. God… she was so beautiful. It was right then that I knew for certain that I wanted to make love to her.

Kicking aside her jeans, Lisa kept her face hidden as she peeled her panties down. I bit my lip, unable to deny the excitement I felt at watching my daughter undress in front of me. She was sobbing quietly as she exposed her lightly-furred mound to me, its edges shaved smooth, her pink slit just visible in front of the slender columns of her legs. I trembled with desire as I glimpsed glistening labia between her slender thighs, Lisa’s sex revealed in all its exquisite detail. I squirmed in my now soaked panties.

Lisa stepped into the halter and eased it up her slender form, wriggling as she tugged it over her bottom and childlike hips. The cock stood rigidly in front of her, its sculptured eye pointing directly at me.

“Satisfied?” she asked in a little voice.

“No. Come here,” I told her.

Chewing her lip she shuffled forward, her short bleached blond hair making her look almost boyish. When she was close enough I reached out for the penis, feeling a thrill shoot through me as my daughter gasped, her hands fumbling for mine.

“You feel every move it makes, don’t you?” I asked, tugging on it again just to hear her little cry. I smiled as she turned her big round eyes on mine.

“P-please, Mom…” she begged.

“Please what? Please stop?” I asked. “Or do you mean–” and I moved the cock once again, “–please don’t stop?”

Mom!” she gasped. I was rubbing the shaft, working it around, making my daughter tremble with arousal. Her nipples stood out through their holes in her rubber halter, and her cheeks were flushed pink.

“You don’t want me to stop… do you?” I said, gazing deep into Lisa’s eyes. She could see how turned on I was, her eyes growing wide in wonder. I placed my other hand on her bare hip as I fondled that rubber cock with the other. Slowly… slowly I brought my face to hers, and we kissed.

I kissed her gently at first — then Lisa’s sweet mouth opened to mine and her tongue slipped between my lips. My hand slid around her back and down to her ass, which I fondled as we kissed passionately. Lisa took me in her arms and held me as our kiss grew hotter. Suddenly I broke away and released her, my fingers tingling where I’d touched her bare bottom.

Lisa was taller than me but only by an inch or so. Taking my shoes off made it two inches.

“Are we going to… to fuck, Mom?” she hesitantly asked, those large, dark eyes watching as I opened my blouse, fingers moving from one button to the next.

“Yes, baby, we are,” I declared, unfastening the last button and pulling my top off. I reached up behind to undo the clasp of my bra, casting it away to stand before Lisa, my breasts bare for her.

I waited, watching Lisa study them, licking her lips. It was her eyes more than the cool air of the room that made my nipples rise and throb, and I could sense she was aware of that. Taking a deep breath, I reached for my skirt, unfastened it, then slipped it off. I wore tights over my knickers and both slid down my thighs until I could easily step from them.

“What now?” I asked, standing naked before my beautiful daughter. I felt myself blush as I saw her stare at my unshaved cunt. .

Her eyes met mine. “We need to… lubricate it,” she told me, her hand sliding softly down its length, a little smile appearing on her face. “I can go get something from my room…”

“No need,” I replied, getting down on my knees to look up at her. “Come on.”

Lisa knew what I meant and, her breath deepening, stepped forward to offer that long, lovely prick to me.

I closed my lips over it and took its length deep into my mouth. She groaned, her hands around the shaft as she fed me her cock. And I groaned in reply as I sucked on it, my cunt dripping as I looked up into my daughter’s face to see naked lust smoldering in her eyes.

“Oh yeah, Mom… suck my cock, and I’ll give you the best fuck you’ve ever had,” she breathed. I sobbed in excitement as I worshiped the massive strap-on jutting from her boyish hips, my ears burning as I listened to her quickening breath, felt her rising excitement.

“That’s it, Mom — make it good and wet for me. Ohhhh!” she cried, twisting her loins to and fro. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, couldn’t believe how turned on I was by it all.

Suddenly Lisa yanked me upright and kissed me hungrily. Her fingers toyed with my eager cunt, then slid into me. She leaned down to flick her tongue over my aching nipples as she fucked me. Then she took a step back, grinning through her flushed face as her hand slid up and down the saliva coated cock. “Bend over, Mom. Your baby girl wants to fuck you now,” she murmured.

“Yes, yes!” I exclaimed, wanting to feel that big black toy plunging deep inside me… wanting to make love to a woman for the first time, to be fucked by my own daughter. I would surrender to her youthful lust; be an incestuous slut for her.

Panting hotly, I turned and bent over the writing desk for her, parting my legs and dipping my back. The cool air of the room told me I was as open as I could make myself without reaching back and spreading my cheeks apart. My body tingled from head to toe, every atom of me ready to be taken.

“That’s the way, Mom,” Lisa breathed as she stepped up to my raised bottom and ran a finger through my dripping pussy. ”You’re a very good girl.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned, thrusting my cunt out for her to stroke again, mewing in frustration as I felt nothing.

“Wait for it…” she demanded, a hand on my bottom.

I gulped, feeling the latex tip slide across my pussy mouth, then lodge at the opening. I took a deep breath, nearly shaking with anticipation. Then it was sliding into me, my daughter’s body weight pushing it all the way inside. I almost screamed, my eyes open but sightless as I felt the incredible sensations of being opened up wide by the unforgiving cock.

“Come on, Mommy,” Lisa growled, panting and bearing down on me, “Let’s fuck…”

I wanted to howl like a wild beast in heat. I was being stretched, opened, invaded, all of that and more. I was pinned to the desk by the biggest, hardest cock imaginable — and my daughter was guiding it.

I felt her hands on my bottom and knew she had completely embedded it within me. That was when I came.

I quivered and shook in a convulsive orgasm, squeezing my eyes closed as fireworks went off in my head.

Lisa began to move, each inward push of her cock stealing my breath away, each outward pull making me sob as I felt my insides being drawn outward. Her hands were touching my ass, one finger teasing my asshole.

I came again. And I could hear Lisa cry of delight as she came herself, her hands clutching my buttocks as she rode her own orgasm.

I whimpered as she slowly withdrew from me… then sank to the carpet, lying on my back. My cunt glowed with warmth and, despite the exhaustion I felt from my pleasure, I knew I could easily reach another orgasm by just touching myself. If I could just build up the strength to do that, I thought.

“God, Mom… I love you,” I heard Lisa say above me. I blinked my eyes open to stare up at my daughter as she stepped out of the harness, placing that pussy-wet cock on the coffee table.

Then she knelt beside me. “Kiss me,” she urged, her face hot, her hands tightening. I felt her warm, wet lips brushing softly against mine, groaning as she suddenly thrust her tongue into my mouth. I tugged at her, and she lay her soft, naked body on top of mine as our kiss grew more torrid by the second. I cradled her incredible ass in both my hands while our tongues entwined lovingly.

Her fingers toyed with my aching nipples… then she moved down to lick and suck at them. God, I was already eager for more. Her mouth slid down my body, kissing and teasing my tingling flesh with her lips and tongue. Then I could feel her warm breath against my cunt, and I whimpered with a fierce need for release.

Then she burrowed her face between my legs and began to eat my pussy in a sweet frenzy of lust. Eating pussy is too mild a term for it; my daughter was making love to my cunt with a passion that had my head reeling.

I felt her swivel around and straddle my face, her hot mouth never leaving my pussy for a second. I gazed enraptured at my baby’s sex, now inches from my face. Her slit shone with moisture, nestled within dark blonde pubes. The musky aroma was intoxicating.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, seeking her wetness with my lips and tongue. Lisa purred with pleasure, going down on me as I savored the taste of a woman — my own sweet daughter — for the very first time. I knew, at that moment, that I had finally found the lover of my dreams.

The End


My Daughter the Swan

  • Posted on October 21, 2023 at 3:19 pm

Author Unknown

Polished by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets


I saw the changes in Ruby the moment I laid eyes on her. Nine months earlier, my daughter had backed her car out of the drive, heading off to start her freshman year in college. I had seen the look of determination on her face, the fearless spirit of youth as she left behind the safety of home to head into the unknown.

I noticed the beginning of the change during winter break when her clothes seemed a bit loose on her, as Ruby had begun to shed the baby fat that she’d carried throughout high school.

Of course, the changes went deeper than losing twenty pounds or so, but I believe that’s where it started. Ruby had gained a new confidence, and it showed in how she dressed. Rather than hide beneath loose fitting layers of baggy clothes, Ruby showed herself off by squeezing herself into tight-fitting Spandex and wearing clingy tops that accentuated curves that went in instead of out. She glowed with confidence, eagerly flashing smiles and making light-hearted jokes.

I couldn’t stop staring at her, admiring a young woman who had found her stride. Me, I’d spent my high school years lonely and alone while carrying around flabby thighs, a big butt, and a muffin top that no amount of dieting could impact. In college, I began to frequent the gym on a daily basis, my metabolism finally caught up with my eating habits, and my frame eventually became tight and trim. That physical change had emboldened me to make up for lost time. I became a sex enthusiast, getting it on with guys and girls.

It was a change I’d never outgrown. After my divorce from Ruby’s father, I threw myself into the dating scene, but decided right away that I was much more interested in being with other women – especially college-age girls, many of whom were at least bi-curious.

The only problem was that now that my daughter was home from school, I was especially aware of how great she looked. I’d adored my little girl, who had always been beautiful to me, but as a sexy grown woman, my thoughts of her kept straying in forbidden directions, making me more than a little uneasy. Ruby knew nothing about my lesbian leanings – it was a strict secret while I was married to her father, and I meant to tell her now that he was out of the picture, but had yet to get around to it.

My name is Simone, by the way. I’m forty-one, in excellent shape for my age. Ruby is my only child, and the light of my life.

One morning, walking past the open bathroom door, I pulled up short when I saw Ruby standing naked in front of the mirror while brushing out her blonde hair. The slightly chubby eighteen-year-old who had backed out of my driveway nine months ago would have never left the bathroom door ajar while she was undressed. Right or wrong, I accepted the open door as an invitation.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” I said as I moved behind her, slipped a hand around her waist, kissed her bare shoulder and admired her perfection reflected back in the mirror. “Looking very good.”

“Oh, stop it, Mom,” she said, though she wore a huge grin. “Yeah, I lost some weight, but look how small my tits are.” She cupped both of her supple breasts as if to demonstrate they were barely a handful, while I carefully held myself in check.

“My tits were small in college, too,” I said, keeping my hand wrapped around her tiny waist and fighting an unwanted urge to touch a breast. “Besides, lots of guys like smaller titties.”

“At least I have nice nipples,” she said, pinching her pink nips as if doing something like that in front of her mom meant nothing at all. Of course, she was unaware of the effect it had on her perverted mother.

“Guys like those, too,” I said, kissing her shoulder again. “And so do lots of girls.”

“Mom!” Ruby said, looking shocked.

“I’m just saying when you look this hot, you’ll attract lots of attention,” I said, carefully pulling away before I got myself into more trouble. I didn’t want to let go of her, but I couldn’t risk staying that close, either. “Are we still going shopping today?”

“Sure thing,” she said, back to working the brush through her hair. “Give me fifteen minutes?”

“Take your time,” I said, eyeing her perky little butt before heading to my room, wondering if I had time to get myself off. I don’t know what happened to me once I hit my mid-thirties, but I couldn’t get enough sex. While it was always better with someone else, I’m not above taking care of myself. That had become a daily ritual for me after Ruby had left for college, and most days I do it more than once.

“I’m ready if you are,” Ruby said from my doorway, never guessing how close she had come to finding her Mom naked and playing with herself. I stood and smiled at my darling daughter dressed in skintight yoga pants and a top that looked as if it was painted on over her tits.

She must have caught me looking at her because she quickly explained, “This way I can try on clothes without getting undressed. I can change if you want.”

“No need,” I quickly said, dragging my eyes away from her body and onto her face.

We chatted a little about everything as we made our way from store to store. She asked what college had been like for me and I gave her honest answers, starting with the confession, “I was a real party girl.”

She hesitated before asking, “Did you ever experiment with other girls?”

When I glanced at her, I saw she was blushing and it looked so sweet that I wanted to kiss away the pink in her cheeks. “Experiment?” I asked, flashing her a big smile.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“Baby, you’re nineteen, there’s no reason for me to lie to you about anything,” I said as I pulled up to another store. My smile grew even bigger as I put my hand on her knee and said, “Let’s just say I was very open to experimentation… and nearly everyone was a complete success, okay?”

“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed and so very innocent looking.

“And what about you?”

Blushing, Ruby squirmed slightly in her seat. “My roommate wanted to, um, fool around a couple of times, but I chickened out.”

Hmmm… interesting. “Why?”

Her cheeks flushed even redder. “Mostly because I wouldn’t know what to do to another girl.”

I laughed. “I guess that’s why they call it ‘experimenting.'”

Catching the joke, Ruby’s blush vanished as she started laughing along with me.

We went into the last store of the day to find her a new bathing suit. Ruby had three candidates picked out before she invited me into the dressing room for my opinion. I sat on the little bench in the dressing room as she slipped bikini bottoms over her yoga pants.

Feeling a wicked impulse, I said, “You really should take off your top.”

“Okay,” she said, turning her back to me as she peeled off her top. I admired her breasts in the mirror. They might have been on the smaller side, but were absolutely flawless.

“You know… I think you should lose those yoga pants, too,” I suggested. “You’ll get a much better idea of how the suit fits.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, already rolling them off her hips to reveal the tiny thong she wore beneath them. Fuck, she looked amazing.

“Most definitely,” I said with a lump in my throat as she turned sideways, so as not to shove her ass in my face. Not that I would’ve minded. I prayed she wouldn’t catch how I squirmed or notice the erect state of my nipples as I stared at her perfect body.

“Do you think this shows too much ass?” she asked after concealing that sexy thong beneath a string bikini bottom that left nothing to the imagination. She turned around to give me a really good look.

“I think it’s perfect,” I said in too soft of a voice. Fuck, now I was wishing I had played with myself before we left the house. Instead, there was a deep, needful ache between my legs that I couldn’t do anything about.

“A year ago, I would have never worn something like this.”

“A year ago, you didn’t have an ass like that,” I said, giving one cheek a playful squeeze before I caught myself. “I promise, you wear that to the beach and everyone will be staring.”

“I’m not sure about this front bit,” she said, turning around and running her fingers inside the elastic on either side of her pussy.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing, I suppose,” she said, once more running her fingers under the elastic. There was something about how she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye that had me wondering if she was pranking me. “Guess I won’t really know until I wear it without panties.”

“If you want to do that now, I won’t tell,” I said.

“I shouldn’t,” she said, undoing the ties on either side. “I think they’ll be fine.” She quickly turned her back to me again but forgot about the mirror, where I could see the cleft of Ruby’s pussy through her panties… and a hint of wetness she’d left on them.

Suddenly it struck me: I wasn’t the only one in that dressing room who was turned on. Keeping her back to me, she undid the top and I saw her pink nipples again – only this time, they seemed especially rosy and swollen. I made sure she didn’t catch me staring. “Let’s just get this one,” she said, quickly stepping back into her yoga pants.

“Are you sure?” I asked, more than willing to see her try on the other two.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she insisted, looking very flustered as she scooped up everything and held it against her chest, as if trying to conceal her hard nipples.

On the way home, I felt hot and flustered thinking about the lovely young woman seated next to me. “You’re going to drive the boys at the beach crazy when you wear that bikini,” I told her..

“I’m still worried it shows too much of my ass.”

“Sweetheart, good as you look, it would be a crime to cover it up,” I assured her. When Ruby giggled, I gave her a sideways glance. “What’s so funny?”

“Not funny, just fun,” she said with a big grin. “I used to get jealous at how many guys would stare at your butt instead of mine.”

“No reason to feel that way anymore.”

“I’m not so sure… you still have a great ass.”

“Thank you for noticing,” I said without thinking.

“I – I didn’t mean it like that,” she stammered, her cheeks turning pink again.

“Ah, but it’s more fun thinking you did,” I suggested, making her blush even deeper.

We were almost home when she quietly asked, “Did you really mess around with girls when you were in college?”

“Yeah,” I replied, though that didn’t feel like enough of an answer. “I was an adventurous girl when it came to sex.”

“Not me,” she said as I pulled into our driveway. “I want to do stuff, but then I always get scared.”

“Like… make out with another girl?”

“Yeah,” she said in a very small voice before jumping out of the car and grabbing her packages from the back seat.

I knew she was embarrassed, but I couldn’t let her off the hook. Hell, maybe it was because I felt so excited, I don’t know. Either way, I didn’t drop the subject. “Making love to another woman has never stopped me from wanting to be with a guy.”

“Mom!” she cried in that exasperated tone reserved for when a parent goes too far.

“I’m just saying,” I said. “I still like dick, too.”

“Which do you like more?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Yes,” I replied, knowing my answer would confuse her.

Ruby gave me a puzzled look until she worked out, “So, both?” When I nodded, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “My mom is a pervert.”

“That means it runs in your genes,” I said. If she was trying to get my goat, she would have to work harder than that.

Once inside the house, I asked, “Are you going to model your new outfits for me?”

“I’m dying to try them on again,” she giggled, setting the bags on the floor in the living room and diving into them. “Which one should I wear first?”

“Whichever you want, just be sure to take off those yoga pants so I can really see how it looks on you,” I said while on my way to the kitchen. I returned a moment later holding a hard lemonade as I watched my beautiful daughter shimmy into a tight pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts. “Oh, those are sexy.”

“You think so?” she asked, turning and showing off her cute butt.

“You might need to go commando when you wear these,” I said, pointing out how the top of her thong showed in the back.

“I have some low-rise boy shorts that might work,” she said, already fishing through the bag for something else to model.

“Commando is more fun,” I teased

“Mom!” she groaned, but with a twinkle in her eye. “How often do you go without undies, then?”

“More than you know,” I said, realizing I had already tossed back half the bottle of hard lemonade. While it wasn’t any stronger than beer, I’ve always been a lightweight drinker. I’m petite like my daughter and a couple drinks go a long way for me. I took another sip before reminding her, “I’ve never been shy about my body, you know that.”

“Because you’ve always been a total hottie,” she said, trying on a pair of workout shorts, appraising their fit.

“Not until college,” I reminded her.

“When did you get boobs?” she asked, pulling off her top, displaying her tiny titties for a moment before she slipped into another one.

While Ruby and I were close to the same size, my breasts are easily two cup sizes larger. “I had these after I got pregnant with you,” I said. “Then they never went away.” After knocking back the rest of my hard lemonade, I grabbed two from the refrigerator and offered her one.

“Doesn’t this have alcohol in it?”

“Are you gonna tell me you never drink?” I asked with a big smile. A lot of things may have changed in the twenty-five years since I started college, but surely that wasn’t one of them. Still, Ruby hesitated until I reminded her, “You’re at home with your mom. I think it’s safe.” Then I added, “It’s a strawberry lemonade.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” she giggled, always a sucker for anything with strawberry in it. She took a few sips before swapping out her top for a couple other ones in rapid succession. All of them were form fitting and I enjoyed the constant flashing of her perky tits. Did she have any idea how excited I felt?

“This is really good,” she said looking at the label of her drink. In between each change of clothes, she paused to sip at it again. She had already worked her way through most of it.

“I want to see your dresses now,” I said. We’d bought her three new dresses for the summer, each of them short, all of them showing off a lot of skin. At my urging, Ruby had picked tight fitted dresses that hugged her body. “Mmm, that looks hot,” I said, admiring one with interesting cutouts. “But, I can see your panty lines.”

“Can you?” she asked, trying to look over her shoulder.

Reaching beneath her dress, I tugged them down, to Ruby’s astonishment. “That’s more like it,” I said, turning her around so I could inspect that perfect ass. “Promise me you’ll never wear panties with that dress.”

“Mom!” she protested in that shocked tone, but without the usual edge. “Are you trying to turn me into a party girl?”

“Maybe you don’t know what you’re missing,” I shot back, enjoying the confused look on her face. Turning her back to me, she pulled off her dress and for just a moment, she was completely naked again. “Let’s see that bathing suit again.”

“Okay,” she agreed, squatting to find it among all the bags scattered around our living room. She discreetly kept her back to me, but that didn’t stop me from feasting my eyes on her nudity. At one point, while digging down to the bottom of a bag, she gave me a full-on view of both her holes, and the sight damn near undid me. That was when I knew for certain that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

Ruby put on her top before stepping into the bottoms, then turned to me. “Okay, now what do you think?”

“I think you ought to take that suit outdoors and stretch out,” I suggested. “The back patio gets some great sun this time of day. I’ll change into one of mine and join you.”

“Sounds great!” she said with a big smile. “Wear something really sexy, okay?”

“For you, absolutely,” I purred, and a hint of pink colored her cheeks.

While Ruby gathered up her new treasures, I went to my room and got changed. I didn’t bother shutting my bedroom door while I got naked. I never did.

As I rummaged through a drawer for both halves of my string bikini, Ruby leaned against my doorway looking at me. “Damn, you’re in great shape, Mom. Hope I look as hot when I’m your age.”

“You will,” I reassured her. After tying the sides of my bikini in a simple bow, I pulled her next to me in front of a mirror. “This is you,” I said, waving my hand in front of her. “And this is you in twenty years.” I waved a hand in front of my body.

“I never realized how much we look alike,” she said, running a hand across her tummy. “We have the same belly buttons.” When she ran her hand across my belly, I nearly shivered with excitement. “I’d still like to have bigger boobs like yours.”

“Sometimes, I miss having smaller ones like these,” I said, gently cupping one of her tits. Her eyes went wide and I laughed at her. “Is that the first time another woman touched you there?”

“Maybe…” she teased, “Or maybe not.”

Taking her hand, I placed it on one of my tits. “And this is how you’ll feel in a few years.”

She gave my tit a test squeeze before catching herself. “Mom!” she protested, then giggled.

On our way to the patio, I took two more hard lemonades from the refrigerator. Once outdoors, I positioned matching deck chairs side-by-side while she paired her cell phone with my Bluetooth speaker and put on some music. She chose Prince – we were both big fans.

We started by lying on our bellies, offering our backsides to the late afternoon sun after unfastening our tops. I had neighbors, but none of them lived close enough to see into my backyard.

We baked in silence for a few moments before I asked, “Did you have a good roommate? You never told me much about her.”

“Abby’s okay. Whenever we were in the room together, she never wore anything more than a bra and panties. She thought I was a prude because I wouldn’t get half naked with her.”

“You know you don’t have to be shy about your body, right?” I asked.

Ruby nibbled her lip thoughtfully. “Do you really think I look good?”

“Smokin’ hot,” I said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “I’d do you.”

“Mom!” she groaned in that same exasperated tone. “You’re impossible.” She took a couple sips from her drink, then murmured, “I think Abby wanted to do me.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Oh, God,” she sighed. “I was kind of interested… but like I said, I don’t know what to do with another woman.”

“The same things that feel good to you,” I suggested.

“What if I, um… don’t know what feels good?” she asked in her quiet, worried voice.

“You’ve done stuff with boys, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “But I’ve never had an orgasm with one of them.”

I made a face. “Yeah… teenage boys aren’t very good at that.”

“Guess not,” she said, holding her top against her chest as she rolled over to face the sun.

I rolled over, too, except I didn’t worry about leaving my top behind.

“Really?” she asked, glancing at my nudity.

“Who’s gonna see?” I replied with a shrug.

“Then why wear anything at all?” she asked. I noticed her bottle was nearly empty.

“Want another?” I asked, getting to my feet.

“Sure,” she said, knocking back the rest.

I stayed topless as I went inside to grab two more hard lemonades. When I came back out, I noticed Ruby had decided to go bare-breasted as well. She had her eyes closed, and I had to pause for a moment to admire her beauty. God, I want her, I thought. Right or wrong, I want to make love to my daughter.

“Here you go,” I said, offering one of the lemonades to her. As she opened her eyes and took the bottle,. a drop of condensation fell on her chest. “Oops,” I said, automatically brushing away the stray drop without thinking about it, trailing my hand across her breast before realizing what I was doing.

“Having fun?” she asked with a tiny smirk.

“You feel like I did when I was your age,” I said, noticing her playful smirk and how she watched me as I walked around the foot of her deck chair. Setting my bottle down on an end table, I tugged at the sides of my bikini bottoms until it fell away.

Ruby’s eyes widened in surprise as she stared directly at my shaved pussy before she managed to look up at my face. “Go, Mom,” she said. “Um… do you do this a lot?”

“See any tan lines?” I asked, leaning over and tugging on the sides of her bikini bottoms. Because she hadn’t double tied it, it came undone with a single tug. “Are you going to be shy in front of me?”

“I guess not,” she said, pulling her unneeded bottoms from beneath her and dropping them next to mine on the patio.

Casually as I could, I adjusted my lounger a bit before lying back down and offering my naked body to the sun. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said earlier. “So, sweetie… you’ve never had an orgasm with another person? Can you get off when you do it yourself?”

“Mom!” she replied in a pained tone. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Sorry,” I said, backing off a bit. Between the hard lemonades, the warmth of the sun on my naked body, my daughter’s nudity, and thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, I was in quite a state.

It took her a while before she spoke. “It’s not as if I never get off, but it only happens when I do it myself, that’s all.”

“Then do that more often,” I suggested, biting back a giggle. Fuck, I was getting tipsy.

“How often do you do it?” Ruby asked. Turning to her side, she sipped her drink, looking at me with innocent eyes as if she wanted to know how often I sculpted my eyebrows.

Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to my daughter that there was no way she could embarrass me talking about sex. “Is it because I’m your mom that you think I don’t masturbate anymore… or because I’m old?”

“You’re not that old,” she said.

“Twice your age.”

“Yeah, but you still look hot,” she added as her eyes flickered briefly over my nudity. “You always have.”

“If I tell you how many times I get myself off, you have to do the same.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “If I’m not seeing anyone, then it’s two or three times a day,” I admitted.

I’ll give Ruby credit for controlling her reaction. Her eyes went wide for a heartbeat before she caught herself. “Have you already done it today, then?”

“In bed this morning, before I got up.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe we’re even talking about this.”

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” I reminded her. Ruby took a sip from her bottle instead of answering. “Come on, you have to tell me. Have you gotten off today?”


“No… or not yet?”

Maybe not yet,” she said with that cute smirk of hers.

“Can I watch you do it?” I blurted out without thinking.

Mom!” she cried, nearly choking on her drink. She managed to swallow before eyeing me. “Can I watch you do it?”

I’m blaming three hard lemonades on an empty stomach for what I did next. “Sure,” I said, slipping a hand between my legs and giving my swollen, aching clit a playful caress.

“Oh, my God!” Ruby shrieked, staring at my toying fingers. “I didn’t mean this very second!”

“Why not?” I asked, still rubbing my pussy. It felt much too good to stop.

“I can’t believe you’re doing that in front of me.”

“Why not? We’re both women. We both do it. Does it really matter?” I asked, cupping my breast and squeezing a hard, swollen nipple between my finger and thumb.

Ruby stared at me wordlessly, her eyes trailing up and down my bare body. I saw how hard her nipples looked and noticed how she squirmed ever so discreetly in the deck chair. She seemed interested.

“It’s okay if you want to do it, too,” I told her.

“I’m not going to, to masturbate in front of my mother!” she exclaimed, her eyes meeting mine.

“Well, I’m not going to stop,” I said, enjoying the hungry look in her eyes and how she couldn’t quit watching me. She was turned on, no doubt about it. Part of me understood that she didn’t have to watch. Ruby could have gone back inside, and I would have let her. Instead, she couldn’t take her eyes away. “God, I’m positively dripping,” I said, bringing two glistening fingers to my lips for a taste.

Really?” she asked, shaking her head as if I was being silly.

“What? I like how I taste,” I said, going back to rubbing myself. I shoved two fingers inside my hot, wet cunt, driving them as deep as they could go. “I think pussies are delicious.”

“You are such a pervert.” She tried to make it sound flippant, but I could hear the tension in her voice. This was affecting Ruby far more than she was letting on.

“Really?” I asked. “At least I’m not afraid of saying yes to pleasure.”

When I said that, Ruby blinked hard, as if I had insulted her. “Are you calling me a prude?”

“Oh no, baby, never,” I insisted. Even with two fingers probing my vagina, I was still her mom. “You’re not a prude. A prude wouldn’t get naked with me. A prude wouldn’t watch me doing this.”

“It is kinda hot,” Ruby said, squeezing her thighs together and squirming without being discreet.

“Do it with me,” I urged.

“I can’t,” she whispered in a frustrated tone. “Not in front of you.”

“Do it for me,” I said without hesitating. “Let Mommy see.”

“For real?” she asked in a shocked voice, searching my eyes for the permission she needed.

“Yes, baby. I want to see you finger your cunt. Show Mommy.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned as a wayward hand began to stray across her belly. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes,” I insisted and stuck with the words that seemed to make a difference to her. “Let Mommy see.” I watched her slip that hand between her legs, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I assured her. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Yes we are,” she said, but didn’t stop. “You’re my mother.”

“So?” I asked, reaching over and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful. I’m beautiful. Let’s be beautiful together.”

With a shaky giggle, Ruby managed to relax a bit. “I’m feeling kinda beautiful.”

“Are you really wet?”

She nodded. “What about you?”

So wet,” I said, holding up my hand to let Ruby see how my fingers were coated with her mother’s essence, then tucked that hand back between my legs.

“Ooooohh… it feels funny doing this outside.”

“It feels better,” I said, suggesting she open her legs wider. “Let the sun see you love yourself.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, opening her knees wide to the sun’s warm glow.

“Come for me, baby,” I said, sitting up and swinging my legs off the side of the deck chair so I could get a good view of what she was doing. “Let Mommy see you get off.”

“Really?” she asked, without the exasperated tone in her voice that’s usually reserved for parents.

“You are so lovely,” I sighed, watching Ruby’s fingers pressing against her shaved slit. I kept rubbing my own pussy, so fucking turned on watching my daughter masturbate. “Do it, baby. Show Mommy how amazing you look when you come.”

“Oh, God,” she repeated, staring at me. “Do you really like watching me do this, Mommy?”

My excitement soared. Ruby hadn’t called me “Mommy,” since she was in grade school. She was getting into the game with me. For the first time, I realized there was a distinct possibility that my child and I might soon be making love. “Yes, baby,” I assured her, reaching out to gently open her legs even further. “Do it. Get off. Mommy wants to see.”

“I’m doing it, Mommy. I’m touching myself for you.”

“We’re doing it,” I corrected her. “We’re doing it together, baby girl.”

A shiver ran through her body. “Sooooo hot,” she moaned.

“So hot,” I said, gazing at Ruby’s nipples, so swollen that they looked as if they ached. Without thinking about it, I reached out to take one between my finger and thumb, lightly pinching it.

“Oh, MOM!” she gasped, her body jerking with a renewed spasm of pleasure.

“Come for me. Come for Mommy.”

“YES!” my precious young lady cried out as she dug her heels in, thrust her pelvis upward and shuddered through her orgasm. Clutching my own pussy, I came with her – though she didn’t see it, as her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

Finally she went limp, stretched out on the deck chair and panting for breath. “Now… now you do it,” she mumbled.

The way she looked at me, I didn’t have the heart to say I had just gotten off. Instead, I lay back, parted my legs and asked, “Are you going to watch me come? I mean, really watch?”

“Sure, if that’s okay?” Ruby asked, sitting up to get a better view.

“Why don’t you sit down here?” I patted the foot of the deck chair, pulling my knees up and opening them wide so she could really see me rub my pussy.

She slowly rose. “I’ve never, y’know, watched a woman do this,” Ruby said, positioning herself between my legs. “Well, except on the Internet.”

“It’s more thrilling in real life,” I said, reveling in my daughter’s watchful gaze..

“Your pussy is lovely,” Ruby said, absently touching my calf. She glanced up at me. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Look at it this way, sweetie… maybe I like you watching me,” I suggested as I cupped one of my tits, capturing the nipple between my fingers.

She pondered that for a moment. “Because I’m another woman… or because I’m your daughter?”

“Yes,” I told her with a knowing smile.

My daughter was quicker on the uptake this time, her eyes flashing with excitement. She was getting closer and closer to divining my hidden feelings for her, I could tell. “Wow…”

“I love you,” I said, sitting up and caressing the side of her face.

“I love you, too,” she said, holding my gaze for only a moment before her eyes were drawn back down to my body. “You’re incredible, Mom… I want to be just like you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I said, sliding my hand down Ruby’s shoulder and across her chest, lightly grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers.

She didn’t seem to mind it when I touched her. “Do I really feel like you did when you were my age?” When I nodded, she placed my hand on her breasts. “It’s okay if you want to touch me there.”

On instinct, and an absolute love for my child, I began to roam her bare chest, caressing those flawless tits until it hit me: I was feeling her up! But she didn’t seem to mind, not a bit.

Meeting Ruby’s eyes, I whispered, “Sweetheart, I – I don’t want to stop doing this.”

“Then don’t,” she said, holding my hand in place.

I took her hand; guided it to my own chest. Just as I had, Ruby began to caress me without hesitation. Could she feel the racing of my heart?

Now she was using both hands – teasing my nipples with her thumbs, spreading her fingers over my breasts like opening flowers, weighing their heft. I could have swooned.

Through the thick haze of lust, I heard Ruby say, “Do you really think this is how mine will feel in a few years?”

“Yes,” I assured her, feeling the heat rise inside me. “If you keep doing that… oh, God, you’re going to make Mommy come.”

“I think you’re doing that to yourself,” she said, glancing at the hand moving between my legs.

“We’re doing it together,” I said. “Because of this,” I squeezed one of her tits. “And this,” I added, arching my back and pressing my tit against her hand.

“Go for it…” she said. A moment later, she added, “…Mommy.”

I cried out as my orgasm came crashing down, quickly reaching an unimaginable peak. Seeing Ruby watch me only added to the thrill. It was amazing, more powerful than the climax I’d had a few minutes earlier. My body was bucking so frantically that I felt the deck chair shift about beneath me, scraping against the concrete patio.

It felt utterly wonderful to share this joyous moment with my daughter. But I wanted more.

“That was incredible.” Ruby breathed.

Dazed though I was, it didn’t escape my notice that she hadn’t been looking between my legs when I came. She was staring at me, watching her mother in ecstasy – and very much liking what she saw.

I couldn’t restrain myself for one second longer.

“Kiss me,” I demanded, slipping a hand behind Ruby’s head and bringing her to me until our mouths met. I needed that kiss more than anything on God’s green earth, but just touching my lips to hers wasn’t enough. Upping the stakes, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

I had no idea how my daughter would respond when I made my big move, but thank the stars, she met and matched my passion, her own tongue flashing to life and joining the lustful dance. We kissed for a very long time.

“Holy smokes!” she exclaimed when our kiss finally broke. “That was… intense.”

“How intense?” I asked, still fondling her breasts. “Like, ‘I just got excited all over again,’ intense?” I slid my hand down to rest on her flat tummy, and I don’t doubt that she knew what I had in mind.

“Mom? Will you kiss me again?” was all Ruby said.

I answered by crushing my lips to hers… and she responded just as I wanted, kissing me like a lover. When my hand dropped Ruby’s thigh, she immediately parted her legs, as if inviting me in. Without asking, I reached in between them to cup her sex. My daughter moaned into our kiss when I sank two fingers into the depths of her wet, creamy pussy. God, she was hot as an oven!

Kissing my daughter filled me with a desire I hadn’t felt in months of sexual activity. Maybe the love I had for Ruby as my child only strengthened the hunger I felt for her as a lovely young woman.

I felt Ruby’s cunt open to my probing fingers as I eagerly fucked her. I knew she would need more than fingers inside her for the orgasm I had planned, though. I’m gonna rock your world, daughter dear.

“Don’t stop, Mom,” she begged between kisses.

“I won’t, honey,” I purred, claiming Ruby’s mouth again as I caressed her swollen clitoris. That tight, little bump felt so good beneath my fingers. She began to grind against my hand, needing more of my touches as her excitement grew. Very soon, I felt her tense up. A few seconds more of tweaking her clit was all she needed before I felt my darling daughter’s orgasm overwhelm her body with the fury of a tsunami.

Our mouths broke apart while Ruby drank in deep lungfuls of air, shaking her head in helpless awe. I couldn’t help but smile as I asked, “I thought you never came with someone else?”

“I don’t,” she said, still reeling from her orgasm. “I mean, that’s the first time.”

“Now you know it’s possible.”

“I love you, Mom,” she said, throwing both arms around me in the sort of big bear hug she gave me when at her happiest. It felt so good holding her naked body against mine. It felt good in ways most mothers and daughters will never know.

“I love you, too, baby,” I said, hugging her back while my desire began to stir inside, that familiar warmth making itself known.

When Ruby began peppering my face with tiny kisses, I took one of her hands and slipped it between my legs.

She tentatively stroked my labia. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, you do,” I assured her with a kiss on the lips.

“You’re so wet.”

“Because of you, baby girl,” I said. She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe her hand was really doing this; touching the cunt of her own mother. “Put a finger inside.”

“Like this?” she asked, slipping a single finger inside my needful pussy.

“Deeper,” I moaned. She added a second finger without being told. “That’s it, baby. Fuck your mommy.”

Ruby giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. “You just said ‘fuck’.”

“Mommy likes when you fuck her pussy,” I said, snickering along with my daughter because of how silly it sounded. Silly, yet strangely hot, too.

“Do you, Mommy?” she asked in a little-girl voice as my pussy clenched around her probing fingers. “Does Mommy really like that?”

“Bitch,” I said, laughing as Ruby got further into character, assuming an innocently childish expression..

Again with the voice: “Mommy likes being called Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy does.” It worked when I said it, too. My cunt was a swamp, leaving a huge wet spot on the deck chair cushion that I’d probably never get out

“Is Mommy going to come for her little girl?” Ruby asked with a big, playful smirk.

I was on the verge, seconds away from yet another orgasm. “Shut up and kiss me,” I said, pressing our mouths together for another heated mingling of tongues. This one lasted until I was going off like a mile-long string of firecrackers, thrashing wildly until I passed out.

I came to right away, though… and there was Ruby, kneeling between my legs, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “I… I never knew I could do that,” she said. “I really made you come, huh?”

“Like a wildcat,” I mumbled, feeling deliciously lazy.

Climbing back into the chair next to mine, Ruby spread herself out offering me her pussy. “Wanna do it to me again?”

My fatigue vanished as if by magic, and I sat up to study my naked daughter. “I have a better idea,” I said, struggling to my feet and extending a hand. Reaching out, Ruby allowed me to lead her into the house, then up the stairs to my room, where I eased her onto the bed with a nudge. Without being told, she stretched out as if she belonged there, and I lay down alongside her. Turning on our sides, we pressed our naked bodies together as we came together yet again in a kiss.

Rolling on top of my daughter, I began nuzzling a pathway down her neck and across her collarbone, finally reaching those pert little tits. I brought her nipples to stiffness with my tongue, but was impatient to explore the rest of her bare body. Soon I laid a line of kisses that moved down to her belly button. It wasn’t until I pressed my lips below her navel that Ruby tensed, pausing me with a single word. “Mom?”

“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. I want to do this,” I said, flashing her a reassuring grin. I paused to admire her puffy, pink pussy and how it glistened with wetness. I did that, I told myself. Getting down on my belly, I looked up to watch my daughter as I pressed my tongue against her smooth slit for the first time.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, staring at me in disbelief. “Are you really doing this?”

“Yes,” I said before running my tongue all the way through her slit. Pausing to lick my lips, I added, “You taste wonderful.”

“Do I?” she asked with trembling lips.

So good,” I purred before going to work on Ruby’s luscious pussy.

I’m very acquainted with the delights of oral sex, both giving and getting. When done correctly, it’s an act of passion, the most intimate of kisses. Seeing my daughter spread out before me made it an act of worship, too. I loved Ruby more than anything or anyone, and now I was going to give her the gift of a mother’s love.

Circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, I watched her squirm in ecstasy. I pushed her knees up towards her chest, opening that delicious cunt even wider. Taking a deep breath, I thrust my tongue deep inside, drinking deeply of her youthful nectar. I could have happily gone down on my child for hours. But more than that, I wanted to make her come again.

I zeroed in on her clitoris. Using my tongue, I flicked that tiny button from side to side, up and down, then in tight, tiny circles. I watched her reaction, paying attention to what she liked best. As far as I could tell, it didn’t matter – she loved it all, a steady quiver pulsing through Ruby’s legs as that sweet fire mounted higher and higher.

“I’m s-s-so close,” she stammered, pressing her heels into my bed and lifting her pelvis up as if offering her sex to me.

I accepted my daughter’s gift, teasing her for a bit longer before zeroing in on her vaginal opening, using my fingers to lightly rub her clit. I licked and lapped at her juicy flesh with joy and affection, determined to bring her off one more time. I watched her head rolling moving from side to side as her pleasure grew and grew until at last, it spilled over. She exploded in orgasm, groaning, gasping, twitching, flooding my face with her nectar. I drank from her, loving every drop.

Soon she lay motionless except for the rise and fall of her chest. Her hair was mussed, her body glazed in sweat, and all I could do was marvel at her beauty.

“Jesus, Mom…  you really did that, huh?” she said.

“I loved licking you,” I said, stretching out next to her. We shared a messy kiss, the two of us enjoying the rich flavor of Ruby that lingered on my tongue.

“You taste like pussy,” she cooed.

“Your pussy, kiddo,” I reminded her, and we kissed again.

“I love you, Mom,” she said.

“Show me,” I said, laying on my back and guiding her on top of me. “Give me what I gave you. Lick your mommy’s pussy.”

“First, I want to suck these big titties of yours,” Ruby said, moving down to my chest.

She made love to my breasts for a long, delightful while, having a great time, then kissed her way down until she was lying between my legs. “I’m new at this,” she said, “but I’ll do my best.”

I lay back, buzzing in anticipation until I felt her tongue slip between my pussy lips for her first taste. “Ohhh, yes, angel,” I moaned. “That’s it, baby. Eat your mommy’s pussy.”

I don’t know why it thrilled me so much to say it like that, I only know it did. Maybe it had something to do with the taboos we were breaking. Mothers aren’t supposed to encourage their daughters to go down on them, after all. I didn’t care. Once again, I’d refused to say no to pleasure… and now, Ruby and I were closer than ever.

She was getting into it, licking me with steadily increasing enthusiasm. “Do it, Ruby,” I purred, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Make Mommy feel good.” I moaned as her tongue found my clit and she began to toy with it, trying different ways to drive me up the wall.

I saw Ruby looking at me while she ate my cunt. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and I knew she was having a wonderful time. I writhed against her, a slight roll to my hips, wanting and needing her like I never had before with a lover. I wanted to come in my daughter’s face. I wanted to fill her mouth with my honey. I wanted to see her cheeks glisten with my wetness and then taste myself on her lips.

Fleeting moments quickly turned into minutes that passed all too soon. I had no idea how long it took, only that every second was filled with absolute bliss. Not just what Ruby was doing to me, but also knowing I’d realized my dream of making love to my adorable daughter. And I knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the last time Ruby and I came together to fuck.

Finally, I went over the edge, falling headlong into that glorious emptiness. Ruby continued to love me with her mouth until I begged her to stop. .

Fuck, you taste good,” Ruby said, squirming into my open arms.

“Kiss me, sweetheart,” I said, eager to taste myself on her tongue.

We kissed for a very long time. As I held my daughter in my arms, I couldn’t imagine loving another person more than I loved her right then.

“Mom?” she asked after a long while.

“Yes, dear?” I asked, having no idea how hard I would be laughing in a few seconds.

“When’s dinner? I’m really hungry.”

I couldn’t help it. I roared with laughter. We were lying together in bed, both of us stark naked, my room smelled of lesbian sex, and my daughter wanted to know when we were going to eat dinner?

I gave her a typical Mom response, “As soon as you start cooking.”

“I’ll make you come again if you cook for us,” she said. Always the negotiator, my Ruby.

“How about if I promise to do that for you if you cook?” I fired back.

“Deal!” she said, bounding out of bed and dashing for the door.

I got up and followed her to the kitchen — happy to be naked with Ruby, happy to see her naked.

As she began to assemble the ingredients for spaghetti, I watched my daughter, filled with a mellow satisfaction. This was just the beginning of what promised to be a very enjoyable summer.

The End


Susan’s Daughter Jenni

  • Posted on March 20, 2023 at 4:13 am

Note from JetBoy: A little blast from the past, buffed to a shine by yours truly. Do enjoy.


by Horny Lisa

When Susan’s marriage finally came to a long overdue end, she decided that she’d had enough of men for the moment. From then on, she would commit to being a good mother to her daughter Jenni.

Jenni was a cute 11-year-old with dirty blonde hair and warm brown eyes — a younger version of her mother. The girl’s body was just starting to ripen into womanhood. Her breasts had just started to develop, and she now had a light patch of down on her vulva.

Jenni had recently discovered one night how good it felt when she rubbed herself between her thighs. From that night on, she would lie in bed touching her wet slit until she came, then fell asleep. She learned more about masturbation from a magazine she filched from her mother, discovering that the incredible feeling that touching herself led to was called an “orgasm.” She loved the word, whispering it to herself over and over as she lay in bed at night. She also loved caressing her slit, and the exquisite feelings she got from those caresses.

Soon after that, Jenni noticed that she was getting those same feelings when she looked at some of the girls at school, especially in the shower after gym class. She was startled to discover that she also felt that way at the sight of her mom. She didn’t know why, but she loved seeing her mother wet and naked, after her shower. Soon she began to concoct excuses to be around Susan as her mom dried herself, then dressed.

It had been months since her divorce… and Susan was feeling extremely hot, craving sex. She had recently begun to engage in chats with women online and ended up checking out lesbian chat rooms. Intrigued, she soon made a date to meet a local woman she hooked up with online. A few hours after they met, she and Susan were in bed together, making love. That night, Susan realized that this was the life for her, and that she was gay.

Without telling her daughter about her new sexuality just yet, Susan quickly threw herself into the lesbian lifestyle. She got her work schedule changed, getting off an hour earlier for a quick fuck with some hot babe before speeding home to her daughter. She knew that she’d have to tell Jenni about herself soon, but for the moment she wanted to behave like a horny teenager, romping with as many hot girls as she could.

Susan was soon startled to discover that her most intense desire was for young teenage girls… hot baby dykes that she would pick up at a sleazy lesbian bar across town. But her forbidden lusts didn’t stop there. She found herself craving girls who were even younger, some of them her daughter’s age.

Almost in spite of herself, Susan was soon having fantasies about sex with her child Jenni. She knew she shouldn’t, and that this was an utterly taboo fantasy… but it turned her on beyond belief, the thought of making love to her adorable daughter. She resigned herself to keeping these passions to herself for the rest of her life… and never, never, never, allowing Jenni to know of the sexual desire she had for her.

And then, one night, everything changed.

It was late, a little after midnight. Susan had just finished chatting with her online lover Jo, which had left her extremely hot and bothered. She stripped off her clothes and looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror. She cupped her breasts and thought, Not bad for a 35 year old. She brushed her nipples and felt them harden.

She opened the drawer where she kept Otto, a 10-inch dildo she’d bought just after kicking her husband out. Taking it in hand, she got into bed and teased her clit as she thought wistfully about Jenni… and how sweet it would be to lie between her daughter’s thighs, licking at her girlish pussy. She fingered herself until she was nice and moist, then placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her cunt.

Susan moaned as she felt the dildo slide into her… then slowly began to pump the latex cock in and out of her pussy. Lost in her pleasure, she didn’t hear her door open.

Jenni stood there staring as her mother fucked herself with the large dildo. Susan moaned, her legs trembling as she came closer and closer to a massive orgasm. “Oh yes baby. Lick me. Make me feel good,” she panted as she fucked herself harder, faster… then suddenly throwing her head back as she came explosively. “Oh fuck yes! Mmmm, my sweet angel. Oh. OH! Oh GOD! Oh Jenni, I love you!”

Jenni stood rooted to the spot with her mouth open. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen and heard — her mom was pleasuring herself in bed, just like she did… but crying out her name! What did it mean? The little girl didn’t know, but the sight of her naked mother in orgasm was the most exciting thing ever.

Unconsciously, her hand slipped into her pink cotton panties.

Now sated, Susan relaxed, slowly opening her eyes… only to sit bolt upright, eyes wide in horror at the sight of her eleven-year-old daughter, standing by the open door, a hand inside her underpants. “Jenni,” she gasped, “what in God’s name are you doing?”

She saw the sudden fear in Jenni’s face as the child stood, frozen in place… then felt a stab of remorse as her daughter’s lower lip began to quiver. Jenni turned to run from the room, but Susan stopped her by calling, “Wait, Jenni, don’t go. I’m sorry, honey. You just startled me.”

Jenni turned around, already beginning to cry. Susan patted the bed next to her. “Come sit with me, sweetheart, so we can talk about what you saw.”

Jenni walked over to her mother’s bed and sat down. Tears glistened on her pretty face as she sobbed, “I’m s-sorry, Mom. I — I didn’t mean to spy on you. I heard noises coming from your room… and I, um, wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m so s-sorry.”

Ignoring her own nakedness, Susan wrapped her arms around Jenni’s body and held her daughter closely, crooning assurances in her child’s ear. “It’s all right, sweetie, I’m not mad at you. What you saw me doing just then… well, let me explain. You see, honey, since your dad is no longer here, well, I have to take care of certain… needs that I have. Sexual needs.” Susan brushed a lock of golden hair from Jenni’s forehead. “As you get older, you’ll understand.”

Jenni thought for a moment… then, mustering all her courage, said. “I… I have those feelings too, Mommy.”

Susan was shocked. Despite her taboo desires, she still thought of Jenni as her little girl. She gently wiped the tears from her child’s face, kissed her forehead and said, “I’m sorry, sweetie… I guess I didn’t realize that you are growing up so quickly.”

She’d momentarily forgotten about the dildo that was still buried in her pussy until Jenni asked, “Mommy, what is that thing you were using to touch yourself?”

Feeling her face grow hot, Susan tried to think of the best way to explain the idea of sex toys, finally deciding it was best to be straightforward and tell Jenni everything she wanted to know.

“It’s something a woman can use when she gets those feelings we were talking about. Do you know what a dildo is, sweetie?”

Jenni furrowed her brow. “I think I heard the word before…but no, I don’t know.”

“Here, I’ll show it to you,” Susan said as she slowly withdrew the toy from her vagina. She felt a shiver run down her spine as it slipped from her pussy with a moist sound. She held it up for Jenni to see… and she smiled sheepishly as she saw Jenni’s wide eyes and shocked expression.

“Was that in your, your vagina? Oh my gosh! How can you get something that big in there? Doesn’t it, um, kinda hurt?” Jenni was suddenly filled with questions, her sorrow all but forgotten. “What does it feel like when you put it in? Is that what a man’s thing looks like?”

“Calm down, sweetie — I’ll answer all your questions, just relax.” Susan said, a bit amused at her daughter’s youthful enthusiasm. She made to rise from the bed. “I guess I should go clean this off, so you can take a good look at it.”

“No — don’t do that, Mommy… I want to see it just like it is!” Jenni said as she took the sex toy from her mother. She touched the length of it with her fingertips, feeling the slickness of the warm juices that coated it. Her heart throbbed at the realization that this wetness had come from her mom’s pussy. The strong scent that lingered on the dildo made Jenni tingle all over. She brought the toy close to her face, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma.

Susan watched, enthralled by the excitement she saw in Jenni’s eyes, an eager glow that seemed almost… lustful. In spite of herself, she felt that familiar, illicit desire growing again, playing hell with her sense of right and wrong. I wonder how far I can take this, she thought, squeezing her thighs together.

Jenni was caught up in the moment, her curiosity too strong to deny. Without a thought, she ran her tongue over the dildo, getting a taste of pussy… Mommy’s pussy.

Susan gasped at the sight, a hard twinge of lust surging through her body as Jenni thoughtfully licked her lips.

Then Jenni’s eyes burned into hers, an unreadable expression on the girl’s face. “I like how you taste.” She glanced down at Susan’s cunt, then once more into her mother’s eyes. “Are you all wet like this down there, Mommy?”

Susan knew that she should put a stop to this, whatever it was. It was one thing to explain sexual things to her daughter, even fantasize about making love to her. But Jenni had just tasted her pussy… and she liked it!

She wanted her daughter terribly right then… to pull down Jenni’s panties and lick her dewy young slit, touch her naked body everywhere. She longed to kiss her child like a lover.

But what if Jenni doesn’t want that? Even if she did, what if someone found out? Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do when she felt Jenni’s hand on her bare thigh.

She stared open-mouthed into her daughter’s face, seeing an unmistakable gleam of wanting in the young girl’s eyes. “H-honey…?” Susan whispered.

Jenni’s hand moved upward, slid between her mother’s thighs. The beautiful eleven-year-old gently touched Susan’s slit with curious fingertips, then smiled. “You are wet, Mommy.” Her touch grew more confident, bolder.

Susan gasped, “Oh, Jenni baby… that feels so good, b-but we… we really shouldn’t do this. I could get in big trouble and even go to jail if anybody found out.”

Jenni rested her head on her mother’s shoulder. “I won’t tell anybody, Mommy. I love you and I want to do things with you… and I know you want me to, because I heard you calling my name while you were playing with yourself. Please, Mommy… let me touch you.”

“Oh, honey,” Susan whispered, her head spinning. “I… I don’t know.”

Jenni’s face was now inches from hers, the girl’s luscious pink lips parted slightly. “Kiss me, Mommy… I’d like that.”

Susan’s inhibitions melted as she gazed adoringly at her daughter. How could anything so good be wrong? Closing her eyes, she gently kissed the child’s sweet mouth.

Then she allowed her tongue to lightly tease her daughter’s lower lip… and Jenni moaned as she welcomed her mother’s sweet invasion, her own tongue joining in the dance. The room was silent but for breathing and the liquid sounds of mouths sliding together as Susan and her daughter kissed like lovers.

As they kissed, Susan grabbed the hem of Jenni’s night shirt and tugged it over the girl’s head. “Let me look at you, sweetheart,” she sighed happily, gazing at a dream come true in the form of her naked little girl. She ran a hand over her daughter’s chest, cooing with delight as Jenni’s nipples stiffened to her touch. Leaning down, Susan kissed her way down the child’s neck, nuzzling her throat.

“I like that, Mommy,” Jenni breathed, her eyes closed, head lolling back as Susan’s mouth continued downward, her mother seeking out a nipple. She sucked the pink tip into her mouth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Jenni moaned, cradling Mommy’s face to her chest.

Susan sucked and licked at her baby’s nipples while she slid a hand over Jenni’s smooth belly, trembling with unleashed passion as she fought off the last thought of stopping this. This was wrong, she knew that… but the hunger was too strong to deny. She had to have her little girl’s sweet young body.

She slipped her hand between Jenni’s legs, fingers seeking out the heat and wetness of her daughter’s virgin pussy.

“Oh, Mom… that feels so good. It’s way better than when I do it myself,” Jenni sighed, her bottom raised from the bed as she thrust against her mother’s hand.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful. I know it’s wrong… but I have to have you.” Susan said as she licked her way down her daughter’s belly, taking a moment to place soft kisses around her belly button. Sliding lower still, she crawled between Jenni’s legs, gazing in awe at her little girl’s bare slit. She reached out to gently open the now glistening cleft with her fingers, staring into the pink interior.

Looking up into her daughter’s eyes, Susan softly said, “I love you, angel,” then she bent down to take Jenni’s sex into her mouth.

Jenni moaned as she felt Mommy’s tongue glide up and down her slit. Her legs were shaking, hips bucking as her mother — her own mother! — licked her pussy.

She’d never felt anything like this before. It was a million times better than when she rubbed herself. She ran trembling fingers through her mother’s dark tresses as Mommy’s mouth did wonderful things between her thighs.

Jenni didn’t know how much more she could take. She held her mom’s face tightly against her sex as she began to roll her hips to the rhythm of that probing tongue. God, what was happening? It was getting more intense by the second, a wave of something huge sneaking up on her that… that…

And suddenly fireworks were exploding in her brain as she screamed with a pleasure more powerful than she could have imagined.

“Oh, Mommy! What’s happening? Oh God I think I’m g-gonna explode! OH YES! Ohhhhhh!”

Susan held on to her suddenly thrashing daughter for dear life, focusing her attention on the small nub of Jenni’s clitoris. As she brought her little girl to climax, Susan was rewarded with the sweetest pussy nectar she’d ever tasted. She fastened her mouth to the warm, juicy crease, drinking from the child until Jenni’s body went limp.

Raising her face from her little girl’s bare sex, she saw Jenni’s small chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. Smiling to herself, Susan kissed her way up her daughter’s naked body, then held Jenni close as she recovered.

A moment later Jenni opened her eyes and smiled at her mother. “That was amazing… I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, sweetie. I’m just glad you liked it. I wanted to make your first time special.”

“Oh, I loved it, Mom… it was better than I knew anything could be.” She rolled onto her side, a sexy smile on her lips. “Now I want to make you feel good.”

“Are you sure, baby? You don’t have to do anything for me.”

She nodded eagerly. “But I want to. I love you so much, Mom… and I want to make you feel like I did.”

And with that, Jenni slid down the bed and took one of Susan’s nipples into her mouth. She began sucking the pink tip, teasing it with her teeth.  As she nuzzled her mother’s breasts, Jenni reached down to place a hand on Susan’s pussy. The heat and wetness of her mother’s sex both startled and thrilled the young girl.

She began to stroke her mommy’s cunt, sliding her fingers up and down the sticky slit, then allowed a finger to slip inside.

Susan moaned as she felt Jenni penetrate her. “That’s it, baby… finger me. Oh, it feels so good. I love you, angel.”

Jenni kissed a path down her mom’s belly, just like Mommy had done, until she lay between Susan’s thighs, watching her fingers going in and out, in and out. This was really exciting. The heat of her opening, the thick, luscious scent, the wet sounds that her fingers made as she fucked her mother.

Wow, Jenni suddenly realized, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m fucking Mommy! 

Wanting even more, the eleven-year-old slid down between her mother’s legs and began to lick, burrowing her face into the woman’s dark curls.

Susan moaned as she felt Jenni’s hot mouth pressing into her cunt, the child’s tongue emerging to lick her lovingly… then she cried out loud as her daughter’s lips brushed her clitoris.

“Oh, baby, lick me there, please,” Susan panted. “That’s where I need t-to feel that sweet tongue of yours.”

Jenni began to lap at Susan’s clit, all the while probing her mother with her fingers.

Susan knew she wouldn’t last long with her daughter pleasuring her like that. Sure enough, she could feel her orgasm fast approaching. With barely time to take a deep breath, she seized Jenni’s head, thrusting her hips into her little girl’s face.

“Oh yes, eat my pussy, Jenni! Oh! OH! Omigod baby you’re making me come! I love you so much, baby! Oh FUCK I’m coming! Coming in my — my d-daughter’s mouth. Oh, yes. OHHH YES!”

Jenni continued to lick her mother as she bucked and rocked helplessly on the bed, pleasuring her until Susan finally gasped, “No m-more, baby.”

The flushed, sweaty eleven-year-old crawled up Susan’s limp body and fell into her arms. Gently kissing her mother, she whispered, “I love you, Mommy… I want to be your girlfriend.”

Susan smiled at her and murmured, “I love you too, my wonderful angel. And I’m yours, as long as you want me. You’ll always be my special little girl… now you’re my special little lover, too.”

“Mmmm, that’s so sweet, Mommy,” Jenni cooed.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, at peace with the world.

The End


Bridgette Learns

  • Posted on February 19, 2023 at 7:15 pm

Note from JetBoy: Haven’t had one of these in a while, but I’m a little low on new posts that are ready to go… and rather than leave you good people without stroke material, I’m offering a story from my Mystery Files. No idea who wrote this one, or where it came from. I burnished it up a bit along the way. Do enjoy.



Author Unknown

Polished by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

There was clutter all over the living room floor, evidence of a young girl’s impulsive art project.

“Bridgette! Come clean up your stuff,” Bridgette’s mother Julia called.

But seven-year-old Bridgette didn’t want to clean up just yet. While in her bedroom, she’d been distracted by her Tickle Me Elmo doll — a toy that she’d outgrown, but still loved. While searching for a tube of glitter, she lost her balance and accidentally sat on the toy. When it began to vibrate, Bridgette felt a strange tingle between her legs that delighted her.

Fascinated, she grasped the wriggling doll, pressing it tightly against the front of her underpants. Elmo was still giggling and shaking when Mommy called to her from the living room.

Frustrated that she had to stop exploring the funny feelings that Elmo gave her, she marched into the living room in a huff and went about putting her things away. She still had a tingly feeling between her legs, and felt an unfamiliar dampness inside her pink panties.

Bridgette went back to her bedroom to pile the paper and art supplies she’d used on the desk. She gazed at Elmo wistfully, then went back to the living room to finish straightening up.

As she knelt down on the floor to gather up her colored pens, her mother Julia noticed something. She gently asked the child, “pumpkin… did you have an accident?”

She stood up quickly, suddenly embarrassed. “No, Mommy!”

“Then why is there a wet spot on your underpants?” her mother asked.

Bridgette blushed. She knew why her panties were wet, but was too bashful to say.

“Come here… let me see,” Julia said.

Her cheeks burning, Bridgette walked around the coffee table to stand in front of her mother. She felt Mommy touch between her legs, feeling the front of her panties.

“These need to come off,” Julia said. “Go on, pumpkin, take them off for me.”

The child tugged her panties down. As she bent over, she felt Mommy’s hand on her leg. “Did you touch yourself down there, hon? Did you rub your kitty with your fingers… or something else?”

Bridgette felt her face grow hot. She didn’t want to tell what had happened, but Mommy was looking into her eyes. She would know if her little angel wasn’t telling the truth… she always did.

“I… I kinda sat on my Elmo doll, Mommy. He started to shake and it made my, my kitty feel funny… so I kept making him move around, c-cause I liked it.” Bridgette couldn’t look at her mother. Somehow she knew this was something she shouldn’t have been doing.

Then, to her surprise, Mommy drew her close, winding a comforting arm around the little girl. “Oh, I understand, pumpkin,” she murmured, her lips close to Bridgette’s ear. “Did it feel nice to have Elmo moving down there?” As she asked this, Mommy moved her hand up even farther to gently touch between the child’s legs, which made her shiver. “Does this feel good, baby girl?”

“Oh, yes. It feels really good,” she whispered, wonderful tickly sensations pulsing through her childish body. She felt herself getting wet again.

Julia’s lips brushed her little girl’s cheek. “Do you like what I’m doing to you, pumpkin? Do you want to learn about even more good feelings? I can teach you.”

“Yes, please, Mommy. I — I like this,” Bridgette sighed happily.

“Then come up here and sit on my lap.” The child turned around and scooted back on her mommy’s lap. “Turn around, Bridgette. Put your feet on either side of me.”

The young girl turned around and spread her legs, then remembered that she didn’t have her panties on. Embarrassed again, she tried to cover her exposed vulva.

“Don’t hide yourself, Bridgette,” Julia smiled as she gently parted her daughter’s thighs, placing a hand on the little girl’s smooth mound. “This is a very special part of your body, you know… and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about letting your mother see.”

Very carefully, Julia spread her daughter’s sticky labia open, making the girl whimper, then began to gently swirl her finger around her clit and inner lips. “You’re very wet here. Do you know why?” She shook her head. “Because it feels good. There are all kinds of ways to feel good, pumpkin. I’m going to teach you some.”

Bridgette was breathing hard and squirming a bit. “Yes, Mommy,” she panted. “T-teach me, please.”

“Well, aren’t you the sweet little girl?” Julia chuckled, continuing to tease her child’s moist slit. “Take your dress off, pumpkin. There’s so much I want to share with you.”

While Mommy played with her kitty, Bridgette had trouble keeping balance on her lap, but she managed to wriggle out of her yellow frock. Now naked, she gazed up at her mother, eager to know more.

“Watch what I’m doing, pumpkin. I’m going to teach you what parts of your body are called, so you understand yourself a bit better.” Julia traced the opening of her child’s pussy with her fingertips. “These are your labia.” Then she brushed the tiny nubbin of her clitoris. “This is your clit.” Bridgette moaned and pushed back against her mommy’s fingers. “You like that, don’t you, baby girl?”

She nodded eagerly, wanting more of these nice touches.

Julia continued to gently tease the little girl’s clitoris, pleased at how quickly her daughter opened herself, amazed at how sexual she was. Who would have expected such immediate arousal from a child of seven?

The young mother had planned to keep her lesbian desires for Bridgette under wraps until the girl was at least fifteen… but clearly, her daughter was ready to learn about love.

Julia drank in the vision of Bridgette’s naked body as she stroked the child’s sex. Her chest was utterly flat, but capped by nipples that were pert, pink and utterly adorable.

Reaching up a bit, she gently took the tip of her child’s right nipple between the thumb and index finger. Bridgette gasped, then immediately began to sigh with pleasure.

“Do you like that, Bridgette?” Julia asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please d-don’t stop, Mommy…”

“Good girl,” Julia smiled. “Now, these are your nipples.” Releasing the right nipple, she gently tugged at the left. “As you get older, you’ll grow breasts.”

“Like yours, Mommy?” Bridgette asked. “Will mine be big and soft like yours?”

“Probably, pumpkin. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy!”

Julia gently brushed her child’s increasingly slippery labia, then slowly slid the tip of a finger inside, careful not to damage the hymen. Bridgette gasped, then clutched at her mother’s arm.

“This is your vagina,” Julia said. “It’s also called a cunt, or pussy. I have one, too.”

Bridgette was trembling now. “I know,” she panted. “I s-see it, Mommy… when you get out of the shower. It’s really pretty.”

Julia slowed the pace of her strokes. “Oh, really? You like to watch Mommy when she’s naked?”

“Yes,” Bridgette said, still astride her mom’s lap. “It makes me feel real warm inside. I dunno why.” She wriggled in Julia’s lap. “Mommy, put your finger in me more. I like that!”

“Not yet, pumpkin,” Julia said as she lightly brushed her daughter’s hymen with a fingertip. “Going deeper is for another time.”

With a finger carefully penetrating Bridgette’s vagina and the thumb lightly brushing her tiny clit, Julia gently rolled the girl’s nipples between the fingers of her free hand, each in turn.

Bridgette gasped and squirmed to the delicate touch of Mommy’s fingers. She was throbbing all over, and everything was hot. She’d been playing with her nipples for as long as she could remember because it felt good, but it was never like this when she did it!

She had a vague, nagging feeling that what she was doing with Mommy wasn’t right. They taught her in her kindergarten class about good touches and bad touches, but how could this be a bad kind of touching? Her kitty felt so nice… and every little caress from Mommy made her want more and more.

Suddenly she felt like there was a big ball of heat in her belly that was getting stronger… deep inside, near where Mommy’s finger was rubbing. Bridgette was gripping her mother’s shoulders, trying to bounce up and down on her hand.

Julia very much wanted to make her baby girl come for the first time — and though she wasn’t sure Bridgette was capable of achieving orgasm, she intended to try.

“You’re truly beautiful, pumpkin,” Julia purred as her daughter panted with delight. “Your pussy is so wet and slippery, and it’s beautiful how your nipples get bigger when I touch them. You’re such a sweet little girl… and Mommy’s so in love with you.”

Bridgette moaned as she rocked her pussy against Mommy’s hand.

“What you’re feeling is the beginning of an orgasm, pumpkin. It’s also called coming.” Leaning in close, she kissed her daughter’s open mouth. “Come for me, pumpkin,” she cooed as she caressed Bridgette’s flat chest, lightly teasing the erect nipples. “Show Mommy what a good little lover you can be. Come on my fingers, pumpkin. Let me make my baby girl happy.”

Bridgette’s body arched backward, her groin pressing against Mommy’s hand. Julia pulled back as she felt the child’s pelvic thrust — knowing that her child couldn’t control her movements, determined to protect her hymen.

Julia held Bridgette around the shoulders with one arm, continuing to rub her clit with the other hand as she dipped down to take the little girl’s nipple into her mouth.

That did it. Bridgette bucked and rocked and wailed as she came, fluid dripping from her virgin sex. Julia guided the child through her first climax, slowing her motions as she reached, then passed the apex of pleasure. Finally, she withdrew her hand, letting Bridgette relax. The child’s bare vulva glistened in the aftermath of her very first orgasm.

Julia carefully stood and, cradling her daughter in both arms, carried the girl to her room. Placing her on the bed, she went into the bathroom for a damp washcloth. She would have preferred to give Bridgette a bath, but could see that the child wouldn’t be able to stay awake for it.

When she walked back into the bedroom, she saw that Bridgette hadn’t moved, but was gazing at her with loving eyes, wearing a sleepy smile. The child’s legs were spread slightly, her clit still peeking out from between moist labia. The sight had Julia’s cunt aching with desire… but that would be moving much too fast.

“Oh, Mommy… that was soooo nice. Can we do it again?” She broke into a huge yawn.

Julia smiled lovingly. “Later, pumpkin,” she murmured as she gently cleaned her little girl’s belly, legs and sex. “For now, take a nap. We’ll see after that.” She covered Bridgette with her favorite blanket, kissed her forehead, and slipped out of the room. The little girl was asleep before the door closed.


Bridgette stirred under the lacy pink canopy of her bed. “Mommy?” she mumbled. She reached for her teddy bear and in doing so, noticed that she didn’t have her clothes on. Upon realizing that, the child suddenly recalled what she and her mother had done together before her nap.

She lay there quietly for a time, summoning up every memory of the experience that she could. She could feel the tingles start again between her legs. Curious, she reached down to touch herself. Mommy says this is my clit, Bridgette thought to herself as she gently stroked the tiny nub. I really liked how it felt when she touched me there. Wonder if she’d do it again?

Climbing out of bed, she looked around for her dress. Oh, yeah, I left it in the living room, she realized with a delicious shiver, remembering how Mommy had told her to take it off.

Wanting more than anything to talk about what they’d done, Bridgette padded naked down the hall in search of her mother. As she drew closer to Mommy’s bedroom door, she heard contented humming.

“Hi, Mommy!” Bridgette cried as she bolted into the room and into her mother’s arms.

“Pumpkin, where’s your dress?” Julia exclaimed, cuddling the nude little girl to her.

“In the living room. Remember?” She smiled shyly at her mother. “I… I loved what you did to me, Mommy… it wasn’t bad touching, not like they talk about at school. It felt real good, and I want to do it again and again!”

Julia cleared her throat. “Bridgie, that’s something we have to talk about. You and I have to be sure of something before we go any further with this.” She sat on the bed next to her little girl. “Pumpkin, you enjoyed what we did today, didn’t you? And you want to be able to play like that again, right?”

“Oh yeah, Mommy!” Just then, an interesting idea popped into her head. “I want to play with you, too!” She bounced on her mother’s bed, excited all over again.

“Okay, now you have to understand something. You remember how they taught you all about good and bad touches at school? The thing is, pumpkin… everyone would think that what we did was bad touching. If anyone ever found out what we did, Mommy would be in a lot of trouble. They would take you away, and you’d never see me again.”

The child scowled, folding her arms indignantly. “That’s silly, Mommy! If they’re gonna be like that, then I just won’t tell them! I wanna be able to d-do stuff with you whenever I want!”

Julia nodded. “That’s right, Bridgie. And you can play with me any time, too… all you have to do is ask.”

Bridgette gave her mother a bashful smile. “Mommy… you can see me without my clothes on, but I want to see you now. Can you take your clothes off for me? Pretty please?”

The child felt something stir deep inside at the way her mother suddenly blushed. Heart racing, she tugged playfully at Mommy’s dress — then sat back to watch as Julia stood up.

Julia gazed deep into Bridgette’s eyes as she unfastened her dress, letting it puddle at her feet. She reached behind to unhook her bra, and Bridgette squealed with delight as it joined the dress on the carpet, baring Mommy’s breasts. Teasing her child a bit, Julia turned around as she pushed down her panties, wriggling her ass as she bared it. Now naked, she turned around, briefly posing before she sat on the bed next to her daughter.

Bridgette studied her mother’s pubic mound. “Mommy… how come you have hair there, and I don’t?” she asked.

“Well, pumpkin,” Julia replied, reaching out to caress her little girl’s cheek, “when you get older, you’ll get hair there, too. That’s a big part of growing up.”

“Oh.” Bridgette peered again at the area between her mother’s legs. “Can I take a good look, Mommy?”

She watched avidly as Julia’s legs parted, heart throbbing as she slowly reached out to touch the soft curls and glistening flesh of her mother’s sex.

Julia moaned softly when her daughter’s curious fingers made contact and lingered, giving the little girl an encouraging smile when she glanced up. Bridgette grinned back, then returned to her scrutiny.

Marveling at the sight, Bridgette exclaimed, “Mommy, I see your clit!” She tentatively reached out to gently stroke her mother’s inflamed clitoris, making Julia shiver. “It’s bigger than mine, huh? Will mine be like yours someday?”

“Someday, pumpkin.” Julia gasped as Bridgette drew nearer, enthralled by her mother’s beauty.

“Wow, I ‘specially can’t wait until I have nipples like yours. They’re so beautiful!” She blushed a bit as she murmured, “I like to, um, touch my nipples, sometimes.”

Jessica smiled. “Do you, Bridgie?” she asked.

The little girl nodded, still staring at her mother’s large breasts, finally reaching out to place her hand on one of them. “Yeah. I like how it feels.” She gave Julia a shy glance. “C-can I maybe kiss your nipples… like you did to me?”

“Of course, pumpkin. I’d love that.”

Bridgette took the tip of her mother’s breast between her lips and gently sucked at it. She brushed it with her tongue, then gave it an experimental nibble. Her mother gasped, “Oh… that feels amazing.”

As Bridgette nursed at her mother’s breast, she felt the nipple swell in her mouth. Growing bolder, she shifted to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first.

“Bite it a little harder, pumpkin,” Julia moaned, as she placed a hand on the back of her daughter’s head, urging the girl on.

Without a word the child obliged, bearing down on Mommy’s nipple with her teeth, making Julia whimper with pleasure. “Mmmm, yes. Now… pull at it just a little.”

Bridgette did so, thrilled as her mother’s entire body shivered. She loved how playing with Mommy’s titties made her feel. Her mother seemed to like it too, she could tell. Her own nipples felt warm and tingly.

“Bridgie… Mommy likes having her pussy played with, just like you did. Would you like to try touching me that way?” Julia asked.

“Yes, Mommy, yes!” Bridgette exclaimed.

As the child eagerly knelt between her mother’s legs, Julia opened her cunt with trembling fingers. “Look… there’s Mommy’s clit, and her vagina. See how wet I am? That means I liked it when you played with my nipples.”

Bridgette stared at her mommy’s sex, pulse thrumming with excitement. Suddenly, she was uncertain “Wh-what do I do now?”

Julia smiled. “Just touch me, baby girl… touch my pussy. Whatever you do will feel wonderful, I promise.”

The little girl touched her mother’s wetness, and Julia moaned. Then Bridgette gently took the clitoris between two fingers and tweaked it, just like Mommy had done with her nipples earlier. Julia made more happy sounds, and Bridgette felt herself get wet again, the juices moistening her inner thighs.

She hesitantly slid a finger inside Mommy’s pussy. Julia inhaled sharply, then whispered, “Put another finger inside.” Bridgette did so. “Now… move them in and out.”

Bridgette began to pump her hand against her mother’s cunt, sliding her fingers back and forth. God, Mommy’s pussy was so hot and wet… and it smelled wonderful! She leaned closer, inhaling deeply as her arm moved back and forth.

Then Julia stopped her with a hand on the wrist. “Pumpkin…” she panted, “I want you to d-do something very special for me. I would love for you to… to put your whole hand inside — just like you were doing with your fingers.”

Bridgette’s eyes widened. “M-my whole hand!? Won’t that hurt, Mommy?”

Julia shook her head. “No, baby… your hand is small enough for me to take,” she breathed. “You came out of there, don’t forget. If you do that one thing for me… well, I’ll come harder than, than anything.” She cupped her daughter’s cheek. “Can you do it, angel?”

The little girl nodded. “Yes, Mommy… I’ll try. I want to make you feel good!”

Julia smiled. “Know what else would make me feel good?”

“What, Mommy?”

She drew her daughter into her arms. “A kiss…”

When their lips met, Bridgette gave her mommy a timid peck, blushing furiously. But Julia kissed back, her soft mouth brushing sensuously against her daughter’s, a warm, wet tongue emerging to flick at the little girl’s lower lip. Bridgette’s lips parted slightly in surprise… and Julia claimed the child’s mouth in a tender kiss that quickly became hot and passionate.

Bridgette stiffened in surprise for a second or two, but then she relaxed, allowing her mother to kiss her like a lover. Then she was returning Julia’s loving attention measure for measure, her own little tongue joining in the dance. Daughter and mother embraced, boldly exploring their newfound desire as the kiss deepened.

Finally they broke apart, and Bridgette gazed adoringly at her mother. “Mommy,” she whispered, “no one’s ever kissed me like that.”

Julia smiled, brushing her daughter’s lips with her fingers. “It’s just to show you how much I love you,” she cooed, “and how happy I am that we’re making love, just the two of us.”

Bridgette’s expression turned serious. “Okay, Mommy… but I haven’t made love to you at all, not yet.” She placed a hand on her mother’s hot, moist vagina. “Are you ready for me to… to put my hand inside you? You told me that’s what you wanted.”

Julia lay back, parting her thighs. “Oh, pumpkin, yes. Please.”

Brow furrowed in concentration, Bridgette obediently began to work two fingers in and out of Julia’s pussy again, quickly adding a third, then a fourth, gradually pushing deeper with each stroke.

Her mother was breathing hard, toying with her clit. She panted, “You’re doing a wonderful job, pumpkin. N-now, fold your thumb in with your fingers, and push that inside too.”

The little girl was thrilled by this fun new game she and Mommy were playing. Was this sex? If so, it was way more fun than it looked on TV, maybe because it was with her beautiful mother instead of some smelly boy. Bridgette did as she was told, easing her thumb into Mommy’s pussy along with her fingers.

Julia took a deep breath. “Okay, baby girl… now push. Push your hand into me, all of it.”

Bridgette pressed forward, eyes widening as her hand slowly slipped past her mother’s vaginal ring until, with a slurping sound, it was inside. “W-wow!” she gulped. She glanced up at Mommy, thrilled to see the rapturous look on her face.

“Oh,” the woman moaned, cupping her breasts. “Oh, baby girl, that feels so lovely… b-but can you also do something else — a little extra s-something that will make your mom very, very happy?”

Bridgette nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mommy, yes! I like making you feel good!”

Julia smiled, reached out to touch her little girl’s hair. “Would you try sucking my clit while your hand is inside me? I’d love that.”

Bridgette didn’t need to be told twice. Dipping her face between Julia’s thighs, she sucked Mommy’s clit between her lips, nursing from the tiny pink spear just like a nipple, occasionally pushing it around with her tongue. She was straddling her mother’s leg, and drifted naturally into rubbing her vulva against it.

“Oh, yes…” Julia whimpered. “God, that’s incredible. You’re – you’re d-doing a wonderful job, pumpkin, oh yeah, don’t stop, don’t stop! Ohhhhh!”

Julia howled and writhed as she exploded in a violent orgasm, her cunt tightening around Bridgette’s hand, finally relaxing.

“Oh… all right — okay,” gasped the woman, stilling the movement of her daughter’s arm. “Th-that’s enough.” Breathing heavily, she lay back for a moment, motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts. Finally, Julia spoke. “All right, Bridgie, you can take your hand out now, but g-go slow, okay?”

“‘Kay, Mommy.” Pursing her lips in concentration, the little girl gradually withdrew her arm from her mother’s vagina, inch by inch. The motion made Julia’s eyes roll, her body quivering until, with a wet slurping sound, Bridgette’s hand came free, bathed in Mommy’s sweet essence.

Julia gathered her child up in her arms, hugging the girl tightly. Bridgette hugged back, happy that she could make her mommy feel so good.

“Thank you so much, Bridgie!” Julia cooed, then studied her child. “Did you have the nice feeling, too? I could feel you rubbing against me.”

Bridgette shook her head. “I almost did,” she said, a little wistfully.

“Oh, well, let me help you then,” Julia replied. She laid Bridgette down beside her, then kissed her little mouth. “Mmmm… I can taste my pussy on your lips. Did you like how it tasted?”

“Yes, Mommy! You’re yummy!” Bridgette exclaimed. Then she pondered. “What about my pussy? Do you think I taste good like you?”

“Only one way to find out,” Julia replied with a wicked smile.

Crawling down to the end of the bed, she parted her little girl’s legs. Tenderly kissing the inner thighs, Julia took a moment to admire Bridgette’s baby-smooth vulva, now just a few inches from her face. She studied the contours of it, licking her lips as she noted the wetness that glistened in the child’s delicate slit.

Bridgette, trembling from head to toe, gasped when she felt Mommy’s tongue slide over her vulva in one long, slow, exquisite lick.

Julia gently sucked each of her daughter’s labia in turn, savoring the fresh taste of a little girl’s cunt. As she bathed the baby-smooth mound with long licks, she paused to open the flower of Bridgette’s sex with her fingers. My God, she’s so lovely, so perfect.

She bent to take Bridgette’s clit into her mouth, sucking and flicking it with her tongue. Her daughter cried out in mixed surprise and excitement, distractedly reaching for a pillow and hugging it to her breasts.

Julia paused to lift her head, flashing her daughter an adoring smile. “You taste so sweet, Bridgie,” she declared. “Like candy!” Then she buried her face between Bridgette’s legs, making love to her little girl’s pussy with a ravenous mouth.

When her tongue was deep enough to touch her baby’s hymen, Bridgette moaned, rocking her hips as if to grind her sex into Mommy’s face. Julia tongue-fucked her daughter, all the while gently stroking the tender clitoris between finger and thumb, then switched, taking the clit between her lips to suckle, her fingertip circling Bridgette’s vaginal opening

“Touch inside more, Mommy,” Bridgette whimpered.

Somewhat startled by her child’s plea to be penetrated, Julia gave the matter a brief moment’s thought, then gave the girl what she wanted — her finger pressing into the warm, moist cleft, the young mother being careful to avoid the delicate bit of flesh that protected her daughter’s virginity.

“You look so beautiful like this, pumpkin,” Julia told Bridgette. “Do you like how my finger feels in you?”

Bridgette panted, “Oh yes, Mommy! Please make it go deeper!”

Julia shook her head. “I can’t go any deeper right now, baby girl. That’s something we’ll maybe do later. But I can put another finger inside if you like.”

“Please, Mommy, yes,” Bridgette gasped as she continued to work her little hips against her mother’s busy hand. This was so wonderful; better than anything she’d ever done to herself.

Suddenly Julia began to stroke Bridgette’s clit, more firmly this time.

There was no warning. Bridgette felt like she was exploding inside. She bucked and screamed and wailed as her mommy took her to one final peak of pleasure.

When she was finally spent, the child opened her sleepy eyes. “Can we be like this forever an’ always? I love you lots, Mommy.” She gave Julia a drowsy smile, then promptly dozed off.

Bridgette’s mother gazed down at her daughter, every part of her warmed by the passionate love she felt for the girl, who somehow resembled an angel as she slept peacefully.

A sexy little angel, Julia thought with a happy sigh.

The End


The Sister I Never Knew

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

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

Author Unknown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What of your mother?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End



The Notebook, Chapter 11

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

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

by Ebo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you looking for?” Penny asked.

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

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

“Oh?” Dana said, perking up.

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

“Damn,” Dana said.

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

“Yeah, I know,” Dana said, sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You already did?” her stepmother asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we rich?”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe a little,” Penny admitted.

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

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

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

“Let him off the hook?” Dana teased.

“Something like that,” Penny laughed.


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

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

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

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

Moving closer to the kitchen, she listened intently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, Hon.”

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

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

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

“Did he say what it was?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe on Valentine’s Day, Dana thought, still worrying at her lower lip, buy her some flowers and tell her how much I love her.

The romantic in her loved the idea, even if it scared her to death. The rest of the ride to school, she found herself making plans. Scared or not, she realized she intended to tell Penny how she felt, come what may February fourteenth.



Her lips still tingling from the kiss Penny had given her as soon as she walked through the door, Dana husked, “Hi. I take it Dad managed to get a flight.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, helping Dana out of her backpack.

“Did he ever tell you why he had to go?” Dana asked.

“Not really,” Penny said, unzipping Dana’s coat, “just that he had to fix something in person.”

“Why in person?” Dana asked.

Sighing, Penny said, “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Huh,” Dana said, remembering how her dad had sidestepped Penny’s questions this morning. She guessed Penny didn’t get any more information from him after she left for school.

“He said he’d call tomorrow since it would be late tonight when he gets in,” Penny said, helping Dana the rest of the way out of her coat, “maybe he’ll be more talkative, then.”

“He was acting kind of weird, right?” Dana said.

“Yeah,” Penny said, frowning, “on edge.”

“Was he like that before he went into the office?” Dana asked.

“No,” Penny said, shaking her head, “he was in a good mood, talking about what he had planned for the day.”

“Something must have happened at the office,” Dana said.

“Seems that way.”

“What do you think it could be?” Dana said.

“I have no idea,” Penny said, shrugging, “and there’s no point speculating on it tonight. Go get cleaned up. We are going out to dinner.”

“We are?”

Smiling at her, Penny said, “It is date night, isn’t it?”

“You want to go out tonight?” Dana asked, a little surprised.

“Honestly,” Penny said, sighing, “the last thing I want to do is sit around the house worrying and wait for your dad to call tomorrow. Besides, I haven’t gotten to see you in your new dress yet.”

“Okay,” Dana said, thinking Penny was right about needing a distraction, and date night fit that bill perfectly.

When Penny had first suggested they have a date night every Friday while her father was out of town, Dana hadn’t been sure she was serious, but she had been. They had been out on a dozen dates or so already. More if they counted just going out to dinner, but Dana only thought of the ones where they dressed up and had to go to the next town over to avoid questions from their neighbors as ‘dates’.

As a result of those dates, Dana had six dresses tucked into the back of her closet that would have sent her dad’s blood pressure through the roof if he knew she wore them in public. Smiling, she thought the dresses were the reason they couldn’t just go to a restaurant here in town. They were a little too short or a little too clingy for a girl her age. Penny didn’t want to have to explain to the other mothers why she let Dana out of the house dressed like that. Especially since it was Penny who bought the first one for her.

The other five, she had picked out herself. In the spirit of the little black dress Penny had bought, these dresses were a bit more adventuresome than a middle school girl should wear, and shopping for them had given her a thrill.

That included the one Penny wanted Dana to wear for her tonight. Delayed in transit, the dress had arrived the day after her dad had arrived in town instead of the Thursday before. She had found it stuffed under her pillow- where Penny had hidden it after finding the package on the doorstep- when she got home from school. She and Penny had shared a laugh when her father wasn’t around, Penny mimicking wiping a nervous sweat from her brow.

Dana had figured it would next Friday before she got the chance to wear it. It looked like it would be tonight instead. She gave Penny one more lingering kiss before slipping out of her arms to run upstairs to get ready.

She went straight to her closet, moving her day-to-day clothes aside so she could pull her new date night dress off the rack. She smiled at the white off-the-shoulder dress as she laid it out on her bed. It was short and tight and definitely not meant for a middle schooler, but it still fit her like a dream because it was imported from China.

“God bless the Chinese tailors,” Dana said, still looking at the dress.

Remembering the shoes she had bought to go with it, she retrieved them from the darkest corner of her closet. More so than the dress, she thought they would have made her dad stroke out if he saw them. With five-inch heels, they were the most daring shoes she owned.

Wearing the shoes and dress, she was sure to get some disapproving looks. Well, not her but Penny. Grinning, she thought, which is why we have to leave town — so I can wear them. Penny is okay with being judged by strangers, but not the people she knew.

Personally, Dana didn’t care what they thought. She wore the dresses for Penny, for the look her stepmother got in her eye when she saw her in one of them. Well, that and they made her feel a bit more grown-up than she was.

She went to her dresser, opened her unmentionables drawer. Moving the cotton panties aside, she found a lacy thong and strapless bralette. While she couldn’t wear these to school, she could definitely wear them for date night. Just a little surprise for Penny. Thinking about the chill in the winter air, she added a garter belt and some stockings.

With her clothes laid out, she headed to the bathroom. She quickly shaved her legs, then took a shower. She was humming to herself happily as she stood under the hot water. As rough as the morning had started, this evening was looking up. Dinner with Penny, then back here to presumably fool around. She had a lot to be happy about.

I get to give my poor vibrator the night off, Dana thought.

While playing with her toys- especially with Penny- was fun, but she was craving something more… personal. She wanted to run her hands over Penny’s lovely body, to feel her come under her fingertips. She wanted to press her lips to Penny’s soft skin, to taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She wanted to feel Penny’s body as it moved against hers, the roll of her hips and the delicious pressure on her bud.

Feeling a flush of heat spread across her body that had nothing to do with the hot water, Dana had to laugh. She was getting herself all worked up, just thinking about what would happen later. If she let her thoughts continue down this road, she’d be a horny mess before they even made it to the appetizer course. With a two-hour round trip and a dinner to sit through, she decided she better steer her thoughts down less carnal paths.

They didn’t wander too far, though. Penny was still in them as she thought about Valentine’s Day a few weeks away. All day at school, she had distracted herself with thoughts of telling Penny that she was in love with her. She found herself doing it, again, as she finished her shower.

At this point, she was out of new ideas of how she’d do it and was just recycling her favorites. As a young girl with a vivid imagination and a writer to boot, she had an almost bottomless fount of ideas, but she had finally run it dry on the bus ride home. She had entertained a whole range of options from a romantic dinner to a note asking Penny to be her girlfriend, check yes or no.

She still didn’t know which one she liked the best by the time she was shutting off the water and drying off. With the towel wrapped around her naked body, she cleared the steam from the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, said, “I love Penny.”

She wasn’t telling the girl in the mirror anything she didn’t already know. Smiling, she saw a little corner of the mirror that was still steamed up and made a little heart with hers and Penny’s initials in it. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about leaving it for Penny to see if the woman needed to freshen up before leaving for their date. They shared this bathroom, so it was very possible.

It was another way she could let Penny know her feelings for her had changed, one she hadn’t considered before. Not much in the way of fanfare, but it would get the conversation started. She looked at the heart a long time, so long that a single bead of condensation formed at the bottom point of it and ran down the glass and onto the frame of the mirror.

Finally, she reached out and wiped the evidence of her deepening love for Penny from existence, said out loud, “Not like this. It has to be special.”

Her thoughts were back on Valentine’s Day as she did her hair and makeup. Distracted, it took her a little longer than usual to get ready. Well, that and the fact she always put more effort into it when she was going out with Penny. Most days, she did the bare minimum, but not on date night.

With her makeup done and her hair up, she looked older. Maybe not old enough to be on the arm of a woman Penny’s age, but just maybe old enough to be wearing the dress and heels she had laid out. She didn’t get as many sideways glances as she probably should all dolled up like this and definitely not as many sad shakes of their heads.

If they only knew I was thirteen, Dana thought, breaking out in a smile, and what I intend to wear under the dress… For shame.

With her dad out of town again, she left her towel in the bathroom and walked to her bedroom naked. Amused, she thought there was a lot less laundry when he was away because she and Penny spent a lot of the time naked. This is why the front door was always locked and the curtains drawn. Even doing chores and eating dinner, doing homework and paying the bill, clothing was optional and often opted out of once the need to leave the house was satisfied. Walking around the house naked was fun and, more often than not, foreplay.

Then again, everything seemed to end up being foreplay for them.

In her bedroom, Dana slipped into the lingerie, then her dress and shoes. With a quick look in the mirror, she hurried downstairs. Much more practiced in shoes like this, she wasn’t in much danger of turning an ankle, even with heels as tall as these. Dana took pride in the fact that she was getting pretty good at walking in them.

She found Penny at the kitchen counter, tapping away at her phone. Penny didn’t hear Dana come down the stairs, so Dana had a moment to admire her stepmother without her knowing. Wearing a snug red dress that left a lot of her lovely legs bare, Penny looked amazing.

Dana wasn’t surprised Penny looked amazing- the woman would look amazing wearing a potato sack. At least, that was Dana’s opinion. She doubted many people would contest that opinion, though. Penny was beautiful and leggy and was wearing the hell out of her dress.

Maybe her eyes were a little too heavy, or Penny finished what she was doing on her phone, because she suddenly glanced over her shoulder at Dana. Straightening up, she turned and leaned against the island. Her eyes roamed over Dana in her dress, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And that’s why I wear stuff like this, Dana thought, loving that smile, that look right there.

“White is a good color for you,” Penny said.

“You think so?” Dana asked, looking down at herself

“You look amazing,” Penny said, the truth of her words reflected in her eyes.

“You, too,” Dana said, smiling at her, “definitely have to leave town, wearing that.”

“I couldn’t get any reservations out of town,” Penny said, putting her phone back in her purse.

Frowning, Dana asked, “So we aren’t going out?”

“I didn’t say that,” Penny said, smiling at her, “we’ll just have to risk it here in town.”

“What will the neighbors say?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I don’t care.”

“Really?” Dana asked, surprised.

Penny crossed the room and pulled Dana into her arms. With a playful smile, she said, “I figure you are almost at that age when you start being rebellious. If they have something to say, I’ll just sigh wearily and say, ‘teenagers…what can you do?’ You’d be surprised how much slack you can get playing the teenager card. Especially if you are a stepmother.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” Dana asked, amused.

“The Dillinger girl is pregnant, and the Allistar boy up the street is in juvie for stealing cars… You are still a straight-A student, even if your shoes are a little too tall and your dress too short for your age… At least you are wearing pantyhose under it, so yeah. I think I’d get a pass.”

“Pantyhose… right,” Dana said, grinning.

Her eyes flashing with interest, Penny said, “Well, pantyhose as far as they know. I take it you are wearing something sexy under this dress?”

“Maybe,” Dana said, kissing her, “you’ll just have to find out later.”

“We could always stay in and get a pizza,” Penny husked.

Laughing, Dana said, “I think we are a little overdressed for pizza.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, grabbing her purse, “let’s go.”


“Oh, God.”

Seeing Penny look past her at the entrance to the restaurant, Dana asked, “What is it?”

“Not what,” Penny said, groaning, “who. Teresa Black.”

Snorting, Dana said, “The town gossip.”

It hadn’t been a question, but Penny confirmed it anyway, “The town gossip.”

“You are in for it now,” Dana said, amused.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Penny said.

“Do you have your exasperated sigh ready?” Dana asked, grinning at her, “damn rebellious teenagers.”

“Language,” Penny said, laughing. She was still looking over Dana’s shoulder, said, “She’s talking to the host.”

Looking around, Dana said, “This side of the restaurant is pretty full. Well… except for the table right next to ours.”

“Please… please sit her on the other side of the restaurant,” Penny said, crossing her fingers, “or anywhere but right there.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did your little prayer work?”

“The host is collecting menus and gesturing…” Penny said, holding her breath. She let it out in a nervous laugh as she said, “she’s leading Teresa the other way.”

Dana gave Penny a weighing look, then asked, “I thought you were ready for this.”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “I am… but I’d like to ease into it. Maybe deal with one mother at a time. If Teresa sees you, then that’s right out the window. All of them will know about the scandalous dress I’m letting you wear by the end of her dessert course.”

Playfully, Dana said, “I’d be more worried about the shoes.”

“God, those shoes,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Do you want to try to sneak out of here?” Dana asked.

Penny shook her head, said, “If she sees us, she sees us. Wading in nice and easy would be nice, but a cannonball will work, too.”

“Are you going to yell cannonball if she sees us?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I might.”

“Do you really think my dress is scandalous?” Dana asked, changing the subject.

“Love,” Penny said, leaning closer so she could speak softly, “you have no right to look as sexy as you do right now.”

“No right, huh?” Dana asked, smiling at the compliment.

“You turned a few heads when you walked by in that dress,” Penny said, then laughed, “then had them hanging in shame when they realized they shouldn’t be looking.”

“Hanging their head in shame, huh?” Dana asked, meeting Penny’s eyes as she took a sip of her Coke. She saw Penny had caught the playful tone behind the question.

“You know I think you are irresistible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “and I’m over being ashamed of that.”

“Good,” Dana said, winking at her, “hate to think I wore this dress for nothing.”

“Oh, it definitely isn’t going to be for nothing,” Penny said, looking like she really wanted to kiss Dana. She sat back in her chair before she could do just that. Clearing her throat, she said, “We better change the subject before someone notices how bad I want to kiss you.”

Her heart skipping a beat in her chest, Dana said, “Right.”

“How’s school?” Penny said, still struggling with her composure, “you have half-year tests coming up soon, don’t you?”

“Next week,” Dana said, nodding, “then we start new classes.”

“Excited?” Penny asked.

“Sure,” Dana said dryly.

Laughing, Penny said, “Such enthusiasm.”

“At least I won’t have gym class anymore,” Dana said, smiling. She wondered if she should tell Penny about her plans to wear some of her more adventuresome lingerie once she didn’t have to change in front of the other girls anymore. Penny’s kinky side and her maternal one might be at odds with that bit of information.

Maybe catching something in her tone or seeing her smile, Penny asked, “Is that important?”

Leaning closer, Dana said, “I-“

She was interrupted by the waiter arriving with their food. She sat back, her cheeks a little hot at what he had almost overheard. Again, she was reminded how risky being out in public like this with Penny was. It wasn’t even the sexy banter, but just how they were around each other now that they were sleeping together. Anyone paying attention might notice their conversation was a bit more intimate than that of a stepmother and daughter- too much smiling and too much eye contact.

As they waited for their food, Dana looked around the restaurant. She was relieved to see the other guests were actively engaged in their own conversations and meals, paying her and Penny no mind. Still, Dana felt self-conscious, exposed. It was both disconcerting and exciting, the danger of what they were doing.

When the waiter left with his empty tray, Penny asked, “You were saying?”

“Um, never mind,” Dana said, taking a sip of her drink.

“I take it you were about to say something naughty before our waiter showed up,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Dana admitted.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, the gears turning behind her eyes. Dana thought she was trying to guess why she was excited about not having gym class anymore. The woman’s eyes suddenly widened, and Dana knew she had figured it out. She offered stepmother a little shrug and a smile.

“I take it the cotton panties we bought you for the school year aren’t going to get much use,” Penny said, taking a bite of her food.

“Probably not,” Dana said, smiling, “what’s the point of having cute underwear if you can’t wear it?”

“True,” Penny said, then snorted, “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you not to wear them to school.”

“But you aren’t going to,” Dana finished.

“I just know by the time you get home from school, you’ll be more than ready for me to get you out of them,” Penny said, her voice low.

“Yeah, but that’s true of any panties I might be wearing,” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “This conversation is turning blue, again.”

“It’s been almost a week,” Dana said, holding Penny’s eyes.

“I know,” Penny said, smiling at her, “believe me, I know.”

With a smile of her own, Dana said, “I think there is half a cheesecake in the fridge… You know, if you want to skip dessert.”

Penny laughed, “Okay. The lava cake is to die for here, though.”


Dana went to the candles she had placed around her room, lighting them. The light of their flickering flames was more subdued than the overhead lights. After the quiet dinner with Penny, Dana was craving romance, so the candles were perfect. She smiled as Penny hit the light switch, and the shadows got longer, dancing and capering across the walls.

“You almost need new candles,” Penny said, crossing the room to her.

Slipping into her arms, Dana said, “I like making love by candlelight. It’s more… more sensual, I guess. Romantic.”

“I agree,” Penny said, kissing her, “and I think we could use a little romance after the morning we had.”

Dana smiled, thinking she and Penny were on the same page again. More often than not, they were, knowing what the other needed without a word being spoken. Even the first time, they had gotten on well together, their desires perfectly in line. In the last three months, that intimate connection has only deepened.

Penny stepped out of her heels, so Dana didn’t have to crane her neck to kiss her. Suddenly eye to eye with her stepmother, Dana smiled at her, kissed her deeply. Almost a week since the last time they were together, passion got the better of them. The kiss was like the first drops of rain after a drought, and, like two flowers in need of watering, they soaked it up. They were both breathing heavily by the time they had to come up for air.

“Help me with my zipper,” Penny husked.

Smiling, Dana moved behind Penny. She ran the little zipper down, then ran her hands up Penny’s bare back and under the shoulder straps of the dress. Letting her hands slip forward, then down Penny’s arms, she had her stepmother’s dress half off in one simple move. As Penny shimmied the rest of the way out of it, Dana kissed her bare shoulder, let her hands come up to cup her breasts. Her smile widened as Penny’s breathing quickened at her touch, her nipples stiffening. She teased them until the woman’s back arched, and she moaned thickly.

Dana molded her body to Penny’s back, letting her hands slip down her flanks to the waistband of the tiny panties she wore. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic, she pushed them down as far as she could. Penny shivered as she ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, her fingertips just brushing her skin. Her fingers found Penny’s clit tender and ready. She smiled as Penny’s hips moved with a mind of their own, eager for Dana’s touch.

“Mm, that feels so good,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement.

“Good enough to make up for skipping dessert?” Dana teased.

“Getting there,” Penny moaned, twisting her body to kiss Dana.

“We probably could have gotten the dessert to go,” Dana said, kissing her again, “I didn’t think about it until we were in the car. I guess I was in a hurry to get back here.”

“Mm,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I was in just as much a hurry as you. I’ve wanted this all week. Wanted you.”

“Am I a horrible daughter because I couldn’t wait for Dad to leave?” Dana asked.

“Maybe,” Penny said, laughing, “but if you are horrible, so am I.”

Dana had caught Penny looking at her with hungry eyes more than once this past week, and she had known the woman was feeling the draw, too. Still, the words made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Knowing someone was feeling it too and having them admit it was a small thing but significant. Dana hugged her stepmother tightly.

Ever since Penny had found her notebook, their conversations had become more and more flirty. Playful and naughty at first, their banter was becoming increasingly lovey-dovey lately. The affection they shared had deepened over the last couple of months. It was the reason Dana thought if she worked up the nerve to tell her stepmother how she felt about her, the woman might say it back.

The words ‘I love you’ were on Dana’s lips, but she didn’t let them slip free. It wasn’t fear of rejection that made her leave the sentiment unvoiced, but the timing. The romantic in her wanted the moment to be right when she finally told Penny she loved her not as a stepdaughter loving a stepmother, but as a girl in love with a woman. While a spontaneous admission of affection appealed to the writer in her, she would wait and make it perfect.

To distract her lips from saying those three words, she focused her attention on her hands, on the feel of Penny’s skin under her fingertips. Luckily, Penny was the perfect distraction, her moans and sighs encouragement for Dana to lose herself in Penny’s lovely body. As familiar as she was with every inch of Penny now, Dana still found her fascinating. Her exploration was just as enthusiastic as it had been that first time.

“God, you are going to make me come already,” Penny said, her excitement unmistakable in her voice.

Even if Penny hadn’t said anything, Dana would have known her stepmother was close. She could always sense when Penny was going to come, knew all the tells. She kept her fingers moving, listening to the escalation of Penny’s cries and feeling the tightening of her body in anticipation of that release of gathered tension. Like a musical piece reaching its crescendo, Penny was at the peak of pleasure. There were no crashing cymbals or stirring strings, just a final cry cut off halfway as the orgasm shook her.

Dana held Penny as she floated on the flood of feel-good juices hitting her bloodstream, let her recover some of her senses in the safety of her arms. She was happy to let Penny bask in the post-orgasm haze. She smiled at the woman as she turned on slightly wobbly legs. Still in Dana’s embrace but facing her now, Penny kissed her deeply.

“You are too good at that,” Penny said, her voice still husky with excitement.

“Sorry,” Dana said, playfully, “I’ll do worse next time.”

“Good,” Penny said, kissing her, “maybe then I’ll be able to uncurl my toes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Is that such a bad problem to have?”

“Oh, it’s horrible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “soon as I get you out of this dress, I’ll show you just how ‘horrible’ it is.”

“I guess I have it coming after what I did to you,” Dana said playfully.

“Pun intended?” Penny asked, as she slid her fingers under the shoulder straps of Dana’s dress.

“Maybe,” Dana said, as Penny slipped the straps down her arms.

The dress was snug, and she had to wriggle her hips to help Penny remove it. She shivered as Penny’s eyes ran over her nearly naked body, the heat of her gaze like a brush of a flame against her skin. Suddenly warm all over, she shivered again. By the time Penny’s eyes made it back to hers, the woman’s smile took Dana’s breath away. When Penny looked at her and smiled like that, Dana couldn’t restrain herself. She was in the woman’s arms, kissing her before she even had a chance to begin breathing again.

Without breaking the kiss, Penny let her hand slip between them, sliding down Dana’s stomach and onto her girlhood. A week of frustrated desire got the better of her, her body responding instantly to her touch. Dana moaned into Penny’s mouth as her able fingers teased her bud through the lacy material of her thong. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, pushing against Penny’s hand eagerly in response to the lovely thing Penny was doing to her.

Dana would have been happy to continue like this, but when Penny suddenly sank to her knees in front of her, she realized her stepmother had other plans for her. Her breath caught in her throat as Penny’s hand ran up the inside of her thigh, then pulled the panties she wore aside. The flick of Penny’s tongue across her tender bud forced that stale breath from her in a moan.

Although she was much more competent in high heels now, what Penny was doing to her was threatening Dana’s balance. The pleasure Penny’s tongue was sending crashing through her young body had her swaying unsteadily. As reluctant as she was to miss even a moment of the lovely sensation, she knew she was going to need to sit down before she fell down. She took a couple of steps backward, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Still on her knees, Penny crawled over to her. Her hands on Dana’s knees, she pushed her legs open wide and moved between them. She gave Dana a quick but heated kiss before returning to what she had been doing. The lacy thong was pulled aside once more, and Penny’s hot, wet tongue resumed its sweet torture on Dana’s bud. It felt so good Dana knew she had done the right thing by sitting down.

Dana’s back arched, and her fingers clutched at the covers as Penny’s fingers eased inside of her. Penny’s fingertips found that magic spot inside her, and Dana lost any semblance of control of her body. Like a marionette with her strings pulled by Penny, she writhed in ecstasy under the combined manipulations of Penny’s tongue and fingers.

As capable as ever, it didn’t take Penny long to have her dancing on the edge of a climax. The pleasure built and built until it overwhelmed her. She cried out as she surrendered to it, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings tangled.

The orgasm left her dazed and gasping for air. She saw Penny smiling at her, and she managed to say, “I think you got your revenge. I can’t uncurl my toes.”

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Penny asked playfully.

“The worst,” Dana said, her contented tone belying those words.

Penny kissed her deeply, urging her to move further onto the bed. Dana smiled up at her as Penny crawled onto the bed with her. When Penny hooked her fingers in the flimsy thong she wore, Dana lifted off the bed so she could remove it. Still wearing the garter belt, stockings, and strapless bralette, Dana wasn’t surprised when Penny didn’t remove them, too. When she wore lingerie for her stepmother, the woman was never in any hurry to get her out of it. Dana didn’t know if Penny liked the way she looked in it or was turned on by the kinkiness of a girl her age wearing it- maybe a little of both- but there was no denying it got Penny going. Since that was kind of her goal, Dana was more than happy to wear it for her.

That and, if she was being honest, she was turned on by the kinkiness of wearing it, too. She knew the designer of this lingerie hadn’t intended for a thirteen-year-old girl to wear it, which made it taboo. The lace and nylon on her skin were exciting because she knew she was misbehaving. What kid didn’t get a little thrill out of breaking the rules? With the sort of rules Dana was breaking now, the rush was that much more intense. This wasn’t a grounded for a week or even a month infraction, but a never see the light of day until she had a place of her own sort of offense.

The risk was minimal with her dad out of town- and Dana seriously doubted Penny would ground her for this- but it was enough to spice up the night. She had learned this about herself, that a bit of danger was an aphrodisiac.

As Penny nudged her legs open and straddled one of her hips, Dana realized what Penny had in mind. She smiled as Penny’s weight settled onto her, their bodies nested together intimately. The now-familiar way their bodies fit together was still thrilling. If anything, knowing what was about to happen ratcheted up the excitement. Dana anticipated the delicious roll of Penny’s hips, the pleasure that would crash through her with each flex of her own.

Her expectations met, Dana moaned thickly as Penny began to move atop of her. The lovely friction of their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm, the sexy roll of Penny’s body in the flickering light of the candles, the little sounds of enjoyment filling the air between them… This was the intimacy Dana had craved earlier. Soaking it up, Dana lost herself in Penny, happy to finally be back here after a week apart.

Even as their pace built with their excitement, there was a tenderness to their lovemaking that belied the urgency of their coupling. There was a lot of kissing and touching, eager exploration of each other’s body even as the roll of their hips came faster and harder. Murmured encouragements and heartfelt compliments in breathy whispers were interspersed with the moans and wordless cries as they pushed each other towards higher peaks of ecstasy.

Her body still not completely recovered from the orgasm Penny had given her with her fingers and mouth, Dana was trying to hold off another climax as long as she could. She wanted to come with Penny, wanted them to surrender to the pleasure together. She thought that would be the perfect end to the perfect bout of lovemaking.

She fought the tension building up inside, focused on helping Penny catch up. It was lucky that the woman wasn’t too far behind because the lovely pressure of her stepmother’s body rubbing against hers was making it hard to resist that tension. She didn’t think she could delay it much longer, her body at its breaking point. Her senses bombarded by pleasure, she was helpless to resist as her climax finally broke her will, shaking her to pieces. Even as she lost control, she felt Penny stiffen atop her, was vaguely aware of the woman trembling through her own orgasm.

Still sitting atop her, Penny smiled down at her, husked, “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, smiling back at her, “I needed that.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, getting off of her. She stretched out on her back next to Dana, holding out her arm so Dana could snuggle against her. She gave Dana a lingering kiss before saying, “I needed this, too.”

Content, Dana snuggled tighter against her stepmother.

Penny suddenly started laughing, and she gave Dana a sheepish grin when she raised her head to look at her. She said, “I was just thinking… I might get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“What?” Dana asked.

“It’s just… I can’t sleep in my own bed anymore,” Penny said, kissing her, “I’ve spent too much time sleeping here… In your arms. This feels… normal now.”

“Oh,” Dana said, feeling all warm and fuzzy as she hugged her stepmother, “I didn’t sleep very well this week, either.”

“This feels normal for you, too?” Penny asked.

Meeting her eyes, Dana said, “It feels right.”


Nestled in Penny’s arms, Dana smiled as her stepmother’s breathing slowed, and she began to snore lightly. She waited a little longer, then did something she had wanted to do all evening and night. Hugging the woman tighter, Dana said, “I love you.”

Penny murmured in her sleep but did not awaken. Still, Dana thought her words had made it into Penny’s sleeping thoughts. Satisfied for now, Dana closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too.

To be continued (we hope and pray)…


Little Flirt

  • Posted on March 18, 2021 at 3:39 pm

Author Unknown

Found this one ages ago, no idea where. I reread it a few days ago and found it worthy of sharing with you good people (after shining it up a bit). Do enjoy. — JetBoy


I stared at her beautiful face, the way I usually do when I see a pretty little girl when I’m shopping, walking along the sidewalk or in a store when a family comes in with a young cutie in tow.

Almost always, these girls turn away from my gaze. Which allows me to continue to stare without them knowing. Admire them and dream about them without their knowing. On rare occasions, they might glance at me a second time, but the result is still the same: they quickly turn away from my gaze.

If a mother catches me ogling their daughters — and they sometimes do — I always remark how pretty the girl is, which of course is the truth, and the mother is nearly always flattered.

This night, though, was different. I was dining alone in a neighborhood Chinese restaurant, had just laid my chopsticks to one side when I spied her. My God, she was exquisite. A pulse began to throb between my thighs, one that would have to be dealt with soon.

Then I got an unexpected surprise. This little girl returned my look with such an intensity that this time, I was the one who turned away first, embarrassed to have been caught out.

But I soon looked again, unable to resist temptation — and there she was, still staring at me. And she was so lovely, so flawless. I wanted to drink her in with my eyes. Let me absorb all of her, let her possess me.

Flirting with the eyes is very much an adult game, but what this girl was doing was definitely that, no mistake. She forced me to look away a second time, to scope out her mother and her older sister as I did to see if there was a clue in their faces that would explain her behavior. But no, they seemed perfectly normal, and oblivious of what the girl was up to.

The third time I looked, she was still staring at me. Only now she was smiling, a twinkle in her eye. Was that a wink I saw? No, couldn’t have been.

She was ten, maybe eleven. Just the age I prefer. It’s just tucked between things, isn’t it? Childhood is behind them. The hormone-induced, petulant teen years are ahead of them. Sometimes they’ve commenced puberty by then, but typically not. If their breasts have begun to form, there usually isn’t any body hair yet. I prefer it that way. The mound still smooth and bare, the chest only beginning to bud.

This time, as our gaze held, we were fully engaged. I wasn’t letting up. I needed to soak her in to keep me steady. Another victim of my secret life. I’m like a vampire that way. Needing the blood of another in order to stay alive.

She wanted me, this little girl, as much as I wanted her. But how could she? How could she know? Was she taught to stare down someone staring at her in? No, I didn’t think so. She was too circumspect. I saw her glance occasionally at her sister, who was across from her, and to the left at her mother who, if she’d been paying attention, would have caught us.

I don’t know how I knew it, but I did: this child of ten, maybe eleven, was already into girls. Maybe women. Perhaps especially women.


I had a little girl once, all to myself. It was ten years ago, back when I was in my twenties. I was employed as a nanny for an extended period of time.

Going into it, I didn’t even know I liked little girls. Oh, I knew I liked girls, or at least most of the time. Guys were okay too, at least back then. I wasn’t a complete lesbian at the time, but I soon would be.

This little girl and I would be inseparable for months, I knew that much when I took the job. I had no other responsibilities other than looking after her, and the parents were going to be out of the country. Needless to say, the thought of sex with my young charge never entered my mind. My mind was on how I could sneak girls into the house for a little hot fun without her knowing.

In the end, it was the little girl that seduced me. She was ten and, as it turned out, her own mother had taken advantage of the child’s innocence to serve their own needs. Now that Mommy was away, my little pixie decided that I was to be her new lover.

What she had in this relationship with her mother took some getting used to, as I came to understand what had become routine for her, what kinds of sexual things she needed to be happy.

Nearly every night after hours, Mommy would visit her bedroom, wearing nothing but a quickly discarded nightie. Daddy had typically turned in earlier; an older, very busy business man that had married Mommy when she was young and beautiful, a trophy. As an infant, she had breastfed my little girl in the nursery instead of bringing her into the master bedroom. Since there wasn’t any particular compelling reason to return to her husband’s bed, at least during the week, Mommy often didn’t. There was a full-sized bed in the nursery and she usually bunked there overnight.

As my little girl got old enough to graduate out of her crib and into that bed, Mommy was usually still there, spending the night with her little girl. The evening ritual of nursing, which was no longer necessary, was continued anyhow, supplemented with additional comforting activities that involved the mouth and the hands and being naked. Soon enough, these pleasurable games became rituals in and of themselves, Mother and daughter would fall asleep in each other’s arms, skin to skin, sharing caresses and sweet kisses.

It must have been emotionally wrenching, the business obligation that took Mommy away from that. It certainly was for my little girl. What was the mother to do, though? She was an equal partner in her husband’s business, and was obliged to join him for a six-month stay in Bahrain while a crucial deal was being hammered out. She knew that taking her daughter along would have been an ordeal for the child. So she stayed with me, the nanny, and we muddled along nicely — some might say, even thrived.

In the end, I more or less picked up where Mommy left off, and the little girl settled into a routine that was as anxiety-free and comforting as the one she’d before her parents had to leave.

Our bedtime ritual would begin with a bath or a shower. At her age, a shower was more useful, but sometimes she would insist on a bath so we could share the tub. We showered together too, but in the tub we could cuddle, be close. I could hold her between my legs. She could lean back against my chest.

After drying off each other with large, fluffy towels we would hold hands and padded naked into her room. Climbing into bed together, there was a chapter or two of whatever book we were enjoying at the time, taking turns reading to each other. And when the book was laid to rest for the evening, it was time for making love.

My little girl would roll onto me, cupping a breast in her hands and taking the nipple into her mouth. She would stretch her legs out straight, putting a knee on either side of one leg, then press her girlish center into my thigh, humping me.

The first time she did that, it was magical. I could feel the warmth of her smooth mound on my leg as she rode me. Even after I began to expect it as something we did every night, the pressure of her vulva against my thigh and her sweet hot mouth nursing from my nipple never failed to arouse me.

After nursing, my little girl would wrap her little arms around my neck and our lips would meet. Small pecks at first, but our kissing soon grew increasingly heated. If I rocked my hips up — and I was often instructed to, pulling my heels up to my bottom — our pussies would touch. We would gently stimulate each other this way, our tongues meeting, mingling.

Then my little girl would bring her smooth sex up to my mouth for me to love. Butterfly kisses to begin, of course, gentle enough to almost seem innocent. But shortly, the child would be grinding her slit into my face, wanting, expecting, desiring more direct contact, my lips on hers. I sought out her tiny clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

It was bliss. My little girl, writhing on top of me, her juices flowing freely. I would often touch myself while I drank from her. Did Mommy touch herself then, while she kissed her baby girl’s cunt? I don’t know, I never asked. How could she have resisted the urge?

The little girl would pleasure herself on my face for quite awhile, until she came for me. Nothing tentative about it. She knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Like this little one I was checking out a few years later, sitting just beyond me at a nearby table. Something tells me that her personality is much the same as my former lover of ten.

She was staring at me, ogling me. I could feel my panties growing wet as her eyes so intently met mine. I wondered if there would be a puddle left behind in my seat when I arose.

Where is your bathroom? I asked a waiter — but slowly enough so that the little girl could read my lips. She said the same thing to her mother, who got up to let her out. I let the girl pass and was only a step behind her.

We were going the wrong way, though. I knew it, but she didn’t. She’d walked toward me, the restroom was the other way. But I could do nothing but follow her. I couldn’t give us away by correcting her. How would I know that she was going to the bathroom if I hadn’t been watching her so intently? Of course, where else would a girl her age be going? To the bar?


The last thing Mommy taught my little girl was how to pleasure her in return. The last barrier crossed. The taboos of lesbianism, incest and pedophilia fully mingled. Fully fulfilled. Taking pleasure from your daughter, pleasure that you might have found elsewhere but didn’t.

How it began. Can I do that to you, Mommy? Can I kiss you there, Mommy? 

Will you do this for me, honey? Can I show you what I like, little one?

My little girl would dismount my face and lower herself to my middle. She would part my labia, knowing where to find my clit without poking and probing around. She was always gentle with me. No lover had ever treated me so well. So considerate of my sensibilities. Her hands so soft, her mouth so skilled, her lips so sensuous, her tongue so engaging.

After licking me for a while, she would swivel her body around. She knew just when I was satisfied enough to want access to her sweet holes again. God, her cunt was so juicy… and even for a little girl, her aroma was intoxicating. I licked from the back forward and when I got to her anus, I moistened it with a few swipes of the tongue, then carefully inserted a finger. Once I was probing my little girl’s rectum, I clamped my lips onto her clit. She sucked on mine expertly. We came in waves, she and I.

Every night I was with her it was the same. We were insatiable, the two of us, drunk on one another.


We were headed to the bar, the little one and I. My intention was to set us going in the right direction with as little embarrassment and fuss as possible. Once we were far enough away from her family’s table, our conspiracy would not be revealed.

The bathroom is the other way. 

Oh. How come you didn’t you say so before? 

Just because. I thought maybe we would walk this way awhile, so it would seem neither one of us knew where we were going. 

I still don’t — but I’ll follow you. Do we have to go back by my mom and sister? 

No. It’s that way, but let’s go to the bar so that we can pretend we asked directions.

Good plan. Already a full blown conspiracy — and I didn’t even know this girl, did I?


My little girl and I would snuggle as we recovered from our exertions, struggling for breath. I think of how much pleasure we derived from one another. Night after night. Was it worse or better for her because I wasn’t her mother? Weren’t we just two strangers who had become lovers? Might she think of me as her mother? These thoughts of mine, and many more like them, would remain unspoken forever. Drifting off, we would sleep soundly in each other’s arms.

The morning would bring a new day filled with child carrying, child entertainment, child functions like school and sports and birthday parties. The night time would repeat itself, over and over again. Was it too much responsibility for a girl so young? She never complained. Was it too much responsibility for me? Never.


Luckily we were the only ones in the bathroom when we finally got there.

You’re very pretty, she said. I couldn’t stop looking at you. 

You are very pretty too, I replied, and I couldn’t stop looking at you either. 

We faced the mirrors in the bathroom, each staring at the other — a reflection instead of the real thing, with nothing to protect ourselves from what might happen next. What I wanted to happen next. What did she want? She was so young. But my little girl had been young, too.


What happened with me and my little one? Her mother returned. Earlier than expected. Earlier than we both expected.

What have you two been up to? What stories has my little one told you? 

Not only stories, Mommy. We acted them out. 

Oh, you did? 

Yes, and we still do. Every night. 

Oh, you do? Well, I’m back now. 

What should we do so that we don’t make a mess of this? I wanted to know.

We’ll be together for awhile. The three of us. We owe it to her. You owe it to me. 

I owe it to you? You started this, I just pretended to be you. It wasn’t easy at first, now it’s impossible to imagine life without it.

You’ll just have to deal with that. She’s my daughter, you know. 

Yes, of course I know, she learned from you. 

I learned from her.

The three of us were lovers for several months. I had learned how to love little girls from the daughter and I applied what I’d learned to her mother. We were incredibly happy, the three of us.


My new friend and I entered a stall together. She pulled her jeans and panties down. I squatted before her. She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, but my head spun when the tip of her tongue shyly slipped into my mouth. The next thing I knew, we were kissing like lovers. My pulse was racing as we finally parted.

How do you know how to do that, honey? 

From when my mother kissed me. 

Like that? 

Well, maybe not like that, but I felt like kissing you like that. 

She stood up, but left her pants down around her ankles. I picked up my skirt and pulled down my panties before I sat down. As I did, she touched me and touched herself.

How do you know about all of this? 

I just do, why? 

Because you’re so young. 

I talk to my friends. I touch myself — masturbate, Mommy calls it. I read stuff on the internet.

We kissed again. I touched her. She moaned, grinding her smooth sex against my hand.

It was too much for me to resist. I lifted her up, setting her bare bottom down on the toilet seat. Kneeling before her, I burrowed between those thin thighs, nuzzling this lovely child’s slit. My tongue emerged to take a lick, and she shivered.

I wanted to make love to her for hours, but minutes were all we had. So I went down on my little girl lover, using everything I know to bring her off quickly. Once she was warmed up and whimpering with pleasure, I sought out her clitoris, gently nibbling at the tiny pearl.

With an astonished gasp she was coming, squeezing my face between her thighs, gripping my head with both hands. I kept the good feelings coursing through her, the tart honey of the child’s climax flowing down my throat like wine. I was drunk on this luscious nymphet, drinking from her until she pleaded for me to stop.

I rose from aching knees, leaned to kiss the rosebud of her mouth. She returned my kiss joyously, tasting herself on my lips and liking it. Our tongues entwined, Our tongues entwined, and we moaned together.

She wanted to pleasure me, to return the pleasure I’d shown her. I felt her hands fumbling for the clasp of my skirt. I stopped her, though. This place was much too dangerous for our lovemaking. She was disappointed, but understood.

I nibbled at her ear. How do I reach you? How do I talk to you again? 

She whispered her email address.

We kissed again, still touching each other intimately. One additional moment and it would have been beyond my ability to control it, to end it. I would have had to steal away with her. Maybe that would have been the best thing for both of us. But we didn’t. We pulled ourselves together, kissed one more time, even more passionately this time, and left the restroom.

I’ll write you tonight, I whispered as she walked ahead of me to our respective tables.

She mouthed the words I love you as she got back to her seat beside her mother, then gave me a sweet smile.

The End


Love Letter

  • Posted on March 8, 2021 at 4:08 pm

by Rachael Ross

{Original source and posting date unknown}

I was fourteen when my life changed forever.

I walked home from school then, since Our Lady of Lourdes wasn’t really that far from the house we lived in. Especially if I cut across the junior college campus, that saved a good 15 minutes. There were bathrooms there too, near the running track the college had, and I’d found that convenient on more than one occasion. The only thing was the restroom wasn’t really clean, there was a lot of graffiti on the walls, really dirty stuff that I sort of understood, well enough to know it was nasty anyway.

But it was kind of neat too, strange as that sounds. Mostly there were just little crudely drawn pictures of dicks and stuff, but there were messages too. Someone had spray-painted the left-most stall door with ‘DYKES ONLY’ and inside that one I’d found the most messages. They said things like ‘Friday night 9 pm – Gloria’ and ‘Golden Girl 342-1872 leave a message’… and a dozen more. Some were obviously old, some very new, but I never knew for sure if they were really real, you know? I mean, who would leave their phone number on a bathroom wall? And why? I was just fourteen, an only child, and a Catholic schoolgirl to boot; I tended towards innocence to say the least.

On this particular day, however, all that was to change dramatically. I was cutting across the track and decided to use the restroom, and get a drink of water from the fountain that was just outside the bathroom door. There was rarely anyone around, except on weekends, just one or two people who might be jogging and this day was no different.

But there was one girl who was just sitting on the bleachers nearby, not reading or anything, just sitting there like she was waiting for someone. I was aware of her watching me as I crossed the track infield slowly, unable to help but walk towards her since she was just a few feet from the bathrooms anyway.

I’ve always felt kind of awkward socially and things like getting close to strangers always sort of messes me up a little, especially back then when I was trying to grow in so many different ways. I wasn’t always comfortable with my body, even though people told me I was pretty. I was even less comfortable with thoughts and feelings sometimes. So maybe you can understand why I didn’t want to look at the woman who was looking at me, but I didn’t want to look away either. Or maybe it seems silly, but what can I say?

That’s what I was feeling as this woman, and she was at least 18, probably older than that even, stared at me. I figured she was a student at the college, and I sort of looked at her, but mostly I just looked at my feet. I had a little fear of tripping too, since that would make me feel like a total idiot.

She was tall, or so it seemed to me as she sat there. A lot taller than my five feet nothing, I’d bet. And blonde, with sort of fine straight long hair that she parted in the middle. I’m Amerasian, brown skin, black hair, brown eyes… sort of a little nose and almond eyes, but not a flat moon face or anything, thank God. She was wearing shorts, cutoff jeans all faded and frayed, and a plain white t-shirt.

I could see her skin was pretty pale and wondered if she worried about getting a sunburn. It was September, but still pretty warm. It’s the best time of year in Seattle, really. I wasn’t going to burn, not with my complexion, even though my skirt was pretty short. It was last year’s, but I hadn’t really grown that much, just a couple inches over the summer. I hadn’t really noticed at all, although my Daddy had told me I needed to get a couple new skirts or I’d give him a heart attack. I figured he was just teasing me, though he was deathly afraid I’d get a boyfriend.

I avoided eye contact with the woman as I walked past her, hugging a couple library books stuffed in my little backpack to my small but recently budding breasts. They were just lumps really and I didn’t even bother wearing a bra beneath the white cotton of my blouse since a blazer was part of the uniform anyway. But I’d left my blazer in my locker since it was so warm outside. My nipples were very dark though and I’d been regretting it all the while I walked, but especially as I walked by the woman on the bleachers. She was still looking at me, I could tell from the corner of my eye, and I thought maybe she even smiled a little, but I couldn’t be sure since I didn’t want to look. I just stopped to get a drink before I went in to use the bathroom.

As soon as I bent over and started drinking I realized that my short skirt had ridden up pretty high in the back. I could feel it but it would have been even more embarrassing to do anything about it like jerk my body upright again, which was my first instinct. Instead, I vaguely hoped the woman hadn’t noticed, since all she had to do was turn her head and she could have seen my white panty-clad butt easily. Probably she didn’t even see, I told myself. But I was blushing furiously as I quickly finished drinking and moved as casually as I could, pretending like nothing was wrong. I totally ignored her, fearing that I’d see her laughing at me, and pushed my way into the ladies restroom, blinking hard and wondering why I felt so stupid all the time.

I put my backpack on one of the sinks and went into the leftmost stall, the one I usually used. None of them locked, or anything, but at least the door on that one would wedge itself into place and stay closed. I pulled my panties down until they slid by themselves down around my ankles and pulled up my skirt, bunching it around my narrow hips, and glanced at the toilet seat, which appeared barely clean enough to use. But I really needed to go, so barely was good enough for me.

I’d just sat down when I heard the door open and soft flop-flopping of sandals walking in. It had to be that girl, I realized. I suddenly forgot all about peeing. I dreaded the sound my urine would make as it hit the water in the toilet bowl. It would be embarrassing for some reason, although I’d never had a fear of using a public bathroom before.

This time was different, though and I didn’t understand it at all. This strange young woman had made me feel uncomfortable ever since I’d seen her. Not for any particular reason other than that she’d been watching me, looking at me. I was suddenly certain that she’d seen my butt when I’d bent over to get a drink, and now she was in the bathroom with me. Why?

“Hey?” I heard her voice and it made me frown. “You shouldn’t leave your books out here, someone might take them.” Her voice was soft, sort of melodic, kind of sing-song. I thought maybe she was teasing me; it had that friendly, almost intimate texture.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even breathe. I just sat there on the toilet, holding my skirt around my tummy with my arms crossed, my knees together and my feet side by side on the floor, with my panties, puddled around my ankles.

“Helloooo…” she sang softly, definitely teasing me, I thought. She seemed to giggle a little. “What are you doing in there?”

“Huh?” I managed to say in barely a whisper, but it sounded loud to me.

“Are you going number one? Or number two?” Her voice was coming from just on the other side of the stall door. I was sure she was standing there and if I’d bent down just a little more I probably could have seen her feet under the door.

“Um…” It was like I had to think about it. “Number one.” I managed to answer as if it were any kind of her business at all.

“Cool!” The door pushed open and I was horrified to see her standing there, smiling at me. “Can I watch?”

“What?” This was so far beyond the realm of possibility that I had a hard time believing it was really happening. Nobody had ever done this to anyone before, I was sure of it. In my experience, limited as it was, public bathrooms were like invisibility booths. Except at school, I mean, but you know what I’m talking about. People, strangers, don’t talk to you there! They don’t look at you while you’re doing it!

I had no idea what to do. My mind was a total blank and I couldn’t even think to move. I just stared up at her in shock.

“Shhh.” She was smiling and stepping inside, taking up what precious little personal space I had left. Our legs were almost touching, me as I sat there, her standing in the much too small stall. She managed to close the door behind her, leaning back against it, and it had happened so fast I barely knew what she was doing until it was done.

“Uh, what?” That was the best I could manage in the way of protest.

“I’ll let you watch me, too.” She was undoing her shorts, peeling them down her long white legs quickly and I realized she had no panties on at all.

I’d never known a girl who didn’t wear panties before. That dumb thought asserted itself bluntly, and I stared at her pussy as she exposed herself completely to me. She’d shaved herself completely so that she was smooth and pink and my mouth was suddenly dry. I had just a little patch of hair, barely worth noticing, growing just above my slit. I’d been so happy with that sign of my budding maturity, and now here was a full-grown woman who had shaved all hers off!

Her pussy looked like mine, sort of, except mine was a little darker. My lips were small and thin, the little button of my clitoris barely noticeable except once in awhile if I’d been washing myself, or riding my bike for a long time. It felt good then, when it seemed to grow a bit, and I’d heard some girls at school talking about rubbing it, but I’d never done that.

This woman, though, her pussy looked fat, her lips were more pinkish on the outside and bulged out just a little. I could see her clitoris, her button; it sort of looked like the tip of an eraser. I stared at it as the woman reached down, putting her fingers on each side of her sex, thrusting her hips forward a little more.

“Do you like it?” she breathed, “Take a good look. Closer… get closer,” she demanded, and I complied, not knowing why.

I was leaning forward until I could smell her, sort of a musky, sweaty smell. “Yeah, baby girl… right there.” And she moved one of her hands to my face, stroking my cheek. I jerked slightly away, but her fingers slid around behind my head.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, even to me. For some reason, I was letting this strange girl take control of me. I couldn’t resist this, my first overtly sexual experience of my life. I was yielding, pliant, and dare I say it? — even willing, wanting to let her direct me.

“You’re so pretty,” she was saying, ignoring my question and pulling my head gently, but forcefully until my nose was almost touching the soft pale swell of her sex. “So pretty… kiss me there… kiss me!” She used both hands to cradle my head as I was bent over, my mouth suddenly finding itself pressed to the uppermost cleft of the woman’s vagina.

“I… I don’t want to…” I was trying to say, but maybe I did. I couldn’t tell. My heart was beating faster and my tummy churned, like I was sick, but not physically, just emotionally. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this.

“Yes, you do… come on.” I was already touching her skin with my face, with my lips. Her hand was strong behind my head and I shivered a little and I was as scared as I’ve ever been in my life. But not of her, I was just afraid of what we were doing.

And I didn’t know what we were doing. I’d never even heard of such a thing, not even in the most dirty talk I’d ever heard at school. I’d been protected all my life, sheltered by my parents and now, here in some public toilet, a stranger was introducing me to sex.

I felt the warmth of her skin on my face, the softness of her, the sweet and musk scent of her body filling my nose. I instinctively brought up my arms, my hands, trying to push her away as I felt a sudden attack of guilt. This had to be wrong, whatever it was. She was a girl, this was a bathroom and I was supposed to be alone.

But I wasn’t pushing hard enough, if at all, because when my hands touched her smooth warm skin I jerked them away. I was moving my face, trying to turn my head, but she was holding me, balanced on that toilet, just a frightened girl. I could feel her moving too, so that her pussy moved too, across my mouth and cheeks. I felt her clit touch my nose, like it was tickling me.

“It’s okay… kiss it… open your mouth, lick my pussy,” the girl kept saying and I felt like I was going to cry and I finally did touch her more with my hands, pressing my palms to her thighs, but I wasn’t fighting her. It felt good to be held, can you understand what I mean? She was holding my head in her hands, forcing me, but gently, not hurting me, and it was confusing. I wanted to be close to someone, maybe like that, I wasn’t sure, but I liked it. Part of me, a small part really didn’t mind that she was touching me and even pushing her sex in my face.

I’d never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, never had anyone who wanted to hold me like that and touch me. It was overwhelming me, like a rush, like love almost — or at least what I imagined love must be like. I was scared, guilty, and excited all at once.

I heard her voice, soft and gentle and I found myself doing what she wanted. I opened my mouth, just a little and she rewarded me with a sigh, her soft plump slit sliding down across my lower lip, pulling it down and out and then her hard little clitoris was there.

“Kiss it… kiss it for me, sweetie,” she sighed and I did what she wanted, digging my short fingernails into her skin as I kissed the woman’s clitoris. “Oh, suck it… you can do that. Just suck it a little bit…”

I was flying, like I do in my dreams sometimes, feeling weightless and dizzy and I didn’t know how to suck it, but I did. I put my lips together and I felt the hard little nub of her clit between them. It was like sucking the tip of my little finger, sort of, no bigger than that and I just sucked it like a straw for half a minute. I didn’t know if I was doing it okay or not, but she must have liked it. The woman was massaging my head, my scalp, playing her fingers in my hair and not holding me at all anymore. I was sucking her all by myself.

“Now,” she breathed, “… lick it for me, use your tongue… all over… lick me, baby girl.”

I did it, feeling like I was doing it to myself, which was really weird. My sex was throbbing and I’d forgotten all about peeing. I was wet down there, but it was something else. I was on fire and my boobs were growing, my nipples hurt, really hurt a lot and I wanted to hurt them back. I wanted to pinch them because that seemed like it would make them feel better for some reason. But all I did was hold the woman’s legs and I licked her pussy.

Slowly at first, just a little in case it was gross. But it wasn’t; it didn’t really taste like very much at all at first, but then it did, when she moved a little and my tongue was in her, only a fraction of an inch maybe, but inside her and I could taste her all of a sudden so strong it made me jerk my head a little. It was like my tongue was numb almost or burning, like acid from an orange, or too much soda. It was tangy and strong and the woman caught me, pulling my mouth back.

“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.” She was moving more now — up and down, standing on tiptoe sometimes, and my head moved to follow her. I tasted more of her and there was a lot of her juice suddenly, and I had to swallow it. She was moaning and then holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe. It was like I had her whole sex in my mouth and she was digging her fingers in my hair, grinding her pussy into my face.

“I’m coming… oh God yessss…!” she hissed, and the sound echoed through the bathroom. I was seized with fear as she went stiff, just freezing for a second, and then started moving wildly. There was a lot of wetness all of a sudden, like a little flood and her sex took on a new and even stronger flavor if that was possible. I swallowed hard, choking for air as I tried to breathe, and I was hot and humid and sticky all over. There’s no words for it really, I’d never had an orgasm in my life and here I was swallowing the nectar of this stranger’s orgasm, drinking it almost eagerly.

The woman relaxed her grip on me slowly and it was like she was shrinking a little, getting smaller as I panted for air. I was wet, my whole face covered with wetness. It had spilled down my neck and the collar and front of my blouse was damp and stained. I glanced down to see my nipples dark and hard and plainly visible now. I’d been sweating and my whole body was sticky and flushed.

“Ummmpph…” She surprised me when she kissed me. I hadn’t even been looking at the woman, but her hand was still on my neck and she pulled my mouth to hers as she leaned down.

I’d never experienced a real kiss before and I was dazzled by the sensation of her warm, wet tongue in my mouth, wiggling around, touching and caressing me. I wouldn’t have tried to stop her, even if I could have. It was a kiss, a real one, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life up until then. I didn’t have the wits to kiss her back, or do anything but sit there, shaking with adrenaline. I was beyond everything now, guilt and fear, I couldn’t even remember those. I was just there, just doing what she wanted.

When she touched my breasts I almost melted, my whole body just sagging against that welcome pressure. I wanted more and I let her hold me up, her hand squeezing my tender flesh. She was kissing my cheeks and chin, and licking at my face like an animal, tasting herself and then returning to my mouth, sharing it with me.

When she moved her hand down between my legs I didn’t do anything but spread them for her. She wanted to touch me, and I wanted it too.

“Your turn. Come for me…” she was whispering and I nodded, I think, or something. Maybe I even tried to speak, but I couldn’t even breathe and she was kissing me hard, her fingers touching my little sex, rubbing my slit, playing across my tiny clitoris.

I was throbbing all over, but especially down between my legs. My clit felt huge, ten times bigger than normal, bigger than me even, bigger than anything anywhere. It was all I could think about and I was squirming on the toilet seat, kicking a little with my legs as if I might find some purchase to press my sex harder against the woman and her fingers.

She opened my cunt easily and I realized I was soaked down there, not just a little wet, but well and truly soaked. I felt her finger curling inside, slowly, tickling me as it slid deep into my virgin sex until I could feel her touching something else. It hurt, just a little, like a pinch.

“Shhh.” She pulled her mouth away, letting us both breathe hard for a moment and her eyes were so bright, even in that dim and dirty light, they were like magnets and I stared back until she was kissing me again, her left arm sliding down my back, pulling me against her body and I felt that pinch again. She pushed her finger inside me hard, cupping my sex in the rest of her hand as if she could lift me from where I sat.

I felt a flash of pain, just a lightning jolt of fire inside me and I made a muffled sobbing sound and it was gone, just like that, leaving me with an ache really, another sensation beneath the others.

She didn’t move her hand after that, not for a long minute, maybe two, she just kept her hand against my pussy, her long thin finger pressed stiffly inside me. She’d broken my hymen, taken my virginity, so quickly I’d barely noticed and the pain hadn’t been so terrible at all. It was there, but I still felt good too. I was rocking my hips, sucking her tongue. I was close to something, something big and soft and warm, lurking inside. It was trembling in my blood, aching to come out and I groaned into the woman’s mouth as she started moving her hand.

She was coaxing me to come for her, rubbing my sex gently, moving that one finger inside me slowly, but deliberately, pressing it here and there, occasionally it hurt, but mostly it didn’t and I never wanted it to end. Never, ever in a million years, and especially when I felt my body surrender finally.

I had my first orgasm.

It was like my body had been turned inside out. I arched my back, pushing down against the pressure on my sex, moaning and shutting my eyes so tightly that it made me cry. I had my arms around the woman, I’d been holding her all the while, but now I was hugging her, clutching at her. I was rocked with spasms of pleasure that bewildered my inexperienced body. My mind was numb and hopelessly confused. I was coming hard and it was beautiful.

“Are you okay?” The woman was asking me. She was breathing hard, like I was, and her pretty face was red and she was smiling.

“I think so,” I whispered. My eyes were wet and I stared as she pulled her hand away from my sex, wincing slightly at a small bit of discomfort when she eased her finger from my slit.

“Do you want me to kiss it?” she asked. She was looking at me and then she looked at her hand and so did I, both of us seeing small smears of blood on her finger.

“I’m bleeding,” I said softly and I looked down, as if I might see something, but I couldn’t. There were some small drops of blood in the toilet bowl, but not a lot and they were already dissolving away.

“It’s okay, sweetie… you’re fine. Here, I’ll kiss it… make it feel better.” She was kneeling down on the dirty floor, not caring at all that she was going to be putting her face almost in the toilet bowl.

I felt a little touch of my fear returning and a lot of the guilt. The pleasure was fading, the excitement that had filled me and pushed all of my doubts away, was going. I wanted to get away suddenly and it seemed unfair or something. I still felt good, but it was like panic, almost, and I had to fight the urge to get up and run.

She was in front of me, pulling my hips forward, coaxing me to lean back a little. She kissed my pussy, gently and softly and her hands were on my legs, on my tummy, sliding up under my blouse to feel my bare skin.

“It’s okay… I won’t hurt you again,” she was telling me. “I just want to make you feel better.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her pretty white face as she kissed my sex. Her lips were soft and moist, like her breath, and it did feel good. I was tense and stiff and I had to remember to breathe, but it felt nice and I did finally open my eyes.

She was licking and kissing me, playing with my clitoris and making it throb again. She was pushing the tip of her tongue between my lips, inside my pussy just a little bit, feeling the tightness there and tasting my recent orgasm — tainted with my virginal blood.

I swallowed hard and gnawed at my lower lip, my face filled with distress I think, more than pleasure, but only because I was concentrating so hard. I wanted it to feel good again, like before, but it was different now. I couldn’t lose the fear. I’d done something wrong, I thought, I’d changed and it frightened me. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I didn’t know what that meant, it was impossible to know right then, but I knew it meant something.

She kissed me for five minutes, I think, a long time and I felt warm and my tummy was tight, but I was too scared and maybe she knew it.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” She told me, kneeling up with her back straight so that her head was almost level with mine. “I’m Jennifer, I’m your friend now, right?”

I nodded, but I didn’t say anything. I just watched her eyes, wanting to believe her, wishing she were really my friend, but I felt so little right then.

She was between my still spread legs, her arms around my body loosely, and she pulled me closer, kissing my mouth softly and then standing up. I watched her pull up her shorts and she gave me a last look and a gentle smile before she left the stall, pulling it closed behind her. I listened to her footsteps as she left the bathroom and when I knew I was alone once more I let out the breath I’d been holding.

I reached for the toilet paper, wadding a small handful and dabbing it against my sex carefully. I was a little sore, but it wasn’t bad. Just tender really and there was just a little blood on the toilet paper. I used more, pressing it deeper and finding more blood, but pretty soon there was hardly any at all. And I’d been thinking, trying to understand what we’d done. It had felt good. She said she was my friend.

“Jennifer,” I said out loud, just whispering it for my own ears.

I got up, pulling up my panties carefully and I felt my pussy protest inside like I had a sharp cramp when I moved too quickly. That could have been in my head, though, since I kind of wanted it to hurt. It reminded me of her, of the woman, every time I felt it and I didn’t want to lose her. I mean, I didn’t have anything else but my memory and I already couldn’t remember some stuff, especially when she’d taken my virginity. It was all like a dream, the little pain was real.

I washed my hands and face in the sink and thought about her. I kept thinking about her and I would be thinking about her. All that night and the next day and the day after. I’d think about her until I could see her again. I’d talk to her when I saw her again.

I felt stupid and dumb for having been so awkward in her presence, just like a little kid. I could have talked to her, but I didn’t. I didn’t even tell her my name. I felt my heart like it was too tight, being squeezed, and my stomach was hollow. What if I never saw her again? I was more frightened of that than I’d been by what we’d done.

I couldn’t bear that, the idea that I wouldn’t get to tell her my name. I wanted to talk to her and touch her, just one more time. I wanted to say I was sorry because I didn’t know what we were doing. I wanted to promise her that I’d do it better next time. I wanted to tell her I loved her.

I picked up my book bag and unzipped it. Finding a pen, I went back into the stall and started writing.

The End


Guilty Love

  • Posted on February 22, 2021 at 1:38 pm

by Xarth

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in February 2012 }

Things should have changed after being away from home for the better part of a year, that’s what I thought anyway. My first year at university had been different certainly, but not in the sort of grand life-changing way I had hoped for. Returning home at the end of the school year I found everything pretty much the same. I may as well not have bothered.

As sisters, and only about a year and a half apart, I grew up sharing a room with Lindsay. That hadn’t changed either and even now as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling I could hear her soft breathing from across the room. I turned my head to look at her but couldn’t make out much more than an undefined mound where her blanket covered her. To think one of the biggest problems in my life was sleeping in the same room as me.

It sounded terrible when I thought of it that way. It wasn’t like Lindsay had done anything to deserve being labeled as a problem, even just in my mind. She was as good a sister as I could have asked for and I wouldn’t have traded her for anything. I just wished I could fix whatever was wrong with me.

Sighing heavily, and knowing I was better off staying put, I swung my feet off the side of my bed and stood up. I had taken to sleeping naked while I was away, but in acknowledgment of my return home I settled for stripping down to my underwear. Clad in my bra and panties, I crossed the room to stand beside my little sister’s sleeping form.

Only her head was visible sticking out from under the blanket that covered the rest of her body. Now that I was closer I could make out the features on her face, or at least half of her face. In the months I’d been at university she had turned eighteen and, if anything, she looked even more adorable than when I left.

I didn’t know when my bizarre and frustrating obsession had started but it must have been related to us sleeping in the same room. The thing was that as cute as Lindsay could be during the day, the effect was somehow even stronger when she slept. The sheer look of tranquility and contentment that she held was enough to render me helpless.

“Perfect,” I whispered under my breath.

That was the only word I’d come up that came close to describing how she looked to me. Watching her now I saw that same face, the one that had driven me crazy. A little older perhaps but no less perfect than before.

I’d hoped that some distance between us would help, that not seeing her for so many months would make me realize that I didn’t really feel anything more than a love for my little sister. Unfortunately, the feelings were stronger now, and many of them were definitely unsisterly.

I reached down to grasp the top of Lindsay’s blanket and tugged it gently away from her shoulder before stopping myself. I’d always managed to keep from actually doing anything more than looking before and that’s how it needed to stay. She didn’t need to know how messed up I was, she didn’t deserve to have to deal with my issues. They were for me alone.

For several long moments, I stood there, blanket still in hand. Slowly I pulled it farther down her body until I reached her waist. I was losing the battle, or maybe winning. Always hard to keep score on internal struggles. I was still just looking, I told myself, I was just getting the blanket out of the way. It wasn’t really anything I hadn’t seen before.

Soon Lindsay’s blanket was piled up at the base of the mattress and her entire beautiful form lay before me. She was lying mostly on her stomach with her head turned toward me. She had on a t-shirt and pajama pants as usual, the same I always used to wear to bed too. I noticed that her shirt had pulled up a little as she slept, exposing maybe an inch or two of skin on her back.

It was weird how interesting skin could be at times. It was constantly visible on other people; their hands or arms or faces, yet sometimes it was different. In the right places or on the right people it turned from an everyday sight to something more fascinating than the greatest work of art. The small patch on my sister’s back wasn’t quite that amazing, but it was still enough to draw my attention.

My hand went to the gap between her shirt and pants without even bothering to ask permission from my brain. I let my palm lay flat on her back for a moment before jerking it away. Now I was going too far, crossing a line I had always managed to avoid in the past. And yet, it felt so good.

Feeling guilty even before I touched her again I returned my hand to Lindsay’s back, pushing the hem of her shirt up a little as I spread my fingers out. I slowly ran my hand up her spine to about the midpoint between her waist and neck before sliding it back to its starting position. Having pulled her shirt up some I wondered just how far I could get away with. It couldn’t come off, not without actually moving her, and I didn’t think she’d sleep through that.

Taking hold of the bottom of my sister’s shirt on either side of her body I carefully tugged it upward. It was caught between her stomach and the mattress where she lay on it but I still managed to get it up to almost the level of her breasts.

I paused as I considered the possibilities, then slipped my fingers under the bunched-up edge of Lindsay’s shirt. Only the side of her breast was available to me without rolling her over and it really wasn’t enough to get much of a feel, but it was more the idea of what I was doing anyway. It was so wrong in so many ways and so very, very exhilarating.

My heart was pounding and my hesitation was disappearing as my hormones took over. I’d still feel bad in the morning and I’d wish I hadn’t done any of this, but I couldn’t stop.

I turned my attention downward to the yet untouched pyjama pants that covered my little sister’s lower half. They were loose, meant for comfort, and I decided I could probably get away with a similar process as I’d done to her shirt. Her legs were lying apart slightly, spreading wide enough that I wouldn’t be able to get her waistband past her knees without pushing them together. That was okay though, I could still get it down far enough for my purposes.

I ended up only pulling Lindsay’s bottoms down to just below her butt where I stopped and just stared. I’d seen her in her underwear or swimsuit plenty of times, and I had a fair idea what she looked like anyway, but still. Like every part of her body, it seemed to fit, not too big or too small but just perfectly curved. Why did my sister have to be so goddamn amazing?

My level of arousal was getting too high and, despite knowing I should retreat to my bed first, I gave in and slipped a hand into my panties. My pussy was so wet already I could feel the moisture that had soaked into the front of panties against my knuckles. For a few minutes, I simply played with myself, trying to satisfy my urges enough to regain some control. My fingers sank easily into my sodden pussy and I wished momentarily for my vibrator but couldn’t force myself to move from where I was to get it.

Finally, I wrenched my hand away and took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm down. If all I wanted to do was masturbate I could do that from the relative safety of my bed. I should get my sister’s clothes straightened out and return to my side of the room.


I couldn’t resist. Lindsay’s bare butt was right there, begging to be touched. As far as I had gone already, I might as well go a little further.

With a slight tremble, I lowered my hand onto her perfectly smooth ass and almost immediately my instincts took over again. I couldn’t keep my already pussy-lubricated fingers from diving back in, this time with the addition of my palm mashing against my clit.

I was rubbing my sister’s butt dangerously hard and tried to reign myself in from giving her a full-on massage. That she still slept was probably using up my quota of luck for the year. Nevertheless, the sensation of actually feeling her this way was overriding most of my ability to form coherent thoughts. All I cared about was coming, and coming soon.

My wrist was going to hate me in the morning, but then I’d hate myself in the morning too so nothing special there. Somehow I continued to move my arm faster, plunge my fingers deeper and harder inside me until finally, that familiar feeling started building deep within me. I don’t think I’d ever been so glad to achieve orgasm in my life, and certainly, it had never felt so amazing.

Somehow I avoided making more than a small whimpering noise while I came. I wasn’t usually a screamer anyway but I certainly could have been this time.

I pulled my hand out of my panties finally, finding it as wet as I expected. Lacking anything at hand to wipe my fingers off with I resorted to sucking them clean as best I could. I really didn’t mind the taste but it wasn’t anything special enough that I went out of my way to lick myself off that way most of the time.

As soon as I finished with my hand I started on getting Lindsay re-clothed. Her shirt was easy enough but her bottoms took a little more effort to pull back, particularly with my sense of caution coming back. Lastly, I pulled her blanket back up and made sure she was tucked in snugly as memories came back to me of taking care of her like this in more innocent times. Back when I was the sister Lindsay deserved.

I sighed and stood up, not yet taking my eyes off of my sister. There were no easy options, no way to make sure she was happy. If she found out my secret, if I left, even if I tried to talk to her, it could all go so badly. I was stuck with simply trying to pretend things were normal and hope that I could control myself better in the future. I’d been doing so well until tonight.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

Since my panties were pretty much soaked and would become increasingly uncomfortable I slid them off before collapsing on my bed. I thought I would be up a while thinking and worrying but instead, I felt sleep claiming me almost as soon as I got settled in. That orgasm took more out of me than I thought.


“Andrea! Hey c’mon, time to get up!”

I grumbled and only cracked open one eye to see who was waking me up so early in the morning. Or maybe not so early, the sun had already brightened the room and I could hear the background noises of activity downstairs. It must have just felt earlier than it was due to my lack of sleep last night.

Lindsay was standing beside my bed, almost bouncing in frustration as I refused to move. After a few seconds, she jumped on my bed and started shaking my shoulder vigorously.

“What?” I croaked.

“Come on, Mom’s making pancakes and bacon and she says I can’t have any until I get you up,” Lindsay said.

As sleepy as I still was, I knew better than to stand between my sister and the prospect of her favorite breakfast.

“All right, all right,” I said. “I need to get dressed first, though.”

Maybe Lindsay had forgotten my choice of sleepwear these days, maybe it was something else. Either way, she only clued in what I meant when I sat up and let my blanket fall away from my chest to reveal my bra. In one swift motion, she was off my bed and digging through my shirt drawer.

“I forgot you don’t wear much to bed these days,” she said. “How about just a long shirt? You still have some, right?”

“There should be a blue one there that would do. On the left-hand side, I think.”

She really had no idea what happened last night, for her it was business as usual. A small pang of guilt hit me as I watched her from my bed and remembered what she looked like with her pajama pants pulled halfway down her legs. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected though, maybe because I wasn’t really focused yet.

Lindsay soon held her hand up in triumph and tossed me the balled-up shirt. It was one of the few night-shirts I still possessed since I didn’t wear them to bed anymore, but they still came in handy every now and then. I pulled it on while still sitting down and let the hem fall down past my waist when I stood up, thus hiding just how naked my lower half was.

With me following close behind my sister made her way happily down to the breakfast table. She was acting so normal, and that was a really good sign as far as I was concerned. It meant I hadn’t ruined anything yet.

I just had to make sure it stayed that way.


For a few days I actually managed to avoid any further ill-advised actions. The images of Lindsay’s body burned into my brain were enough to keep me reasonably happy and to keep my thoughts off of any more exploration. I was however masturbating more than usual, particularly throughout the daytime, in an attempt to keep my hormones in check. This tended to leave me less horny at night when I was most likely to slip up.

I didn’t completely stop getting myself off while in bed or anything. It was just such a convenient time, already lying down and relaxed as I was. I usually waited until I was sure Lindsay was asleep of course, not that she would necessarily mind if she knew what I was doing. The thing was that even if she was cool with knowing I masturbated, it could still lead to awkward areas of discussion between us that I would rather avoid. Safer just not to be caught.

Unfortunately, one night it just wasn’t working for me. It happened sometimes that I just couldn’t reach orgasm and, while not a huge problem in some ways, it did tend to leave me sexually frustrated. That was not really a state I wanted to be in given my current circumstances.

I’d tried various techniques from gently finger-fucking my pussy to frantically rubbing my clit until my wrist got tired. I even stumbled out of bed long enough to grab my vibrator which usually did the trick. All I got for my efforts was sore and increasingly annoyed.

The worst part was I knew exactly what I could do to get the stimulation I needed. My sister was snoring softly in her bed and definitely asleep enough for my purposes by now. It would kind of defeat the whole point of what I’d been doing, it seemed that my plan may in fact have backfired on me. I’d unintentionally worked myself up instead of calming down and I was left without many options. When I thought about it I really only had two choices; give in and take advantage of my sister again or restrain myself and suffer through a long and possibly sleepless night.

Maybe if I could just distract myself with something I would drift off. I could probably go down into the living room and put the TV on quiet enough that I wouldn’t wake anyone. It might mean falling asleep on the couch but that wasn’t really a bad trade-off compared to not sleeping at all.

I didn’t even make it off my bed before pausing, barely having thrown off my covers and swung my feet onto the floor. TV wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was lying directly across from me.

Almost in a trance I stood and walked over to Lindsay’s bed. I’d gotten away with it once, I probably could again. Even as I made the arguments in my head I knew I was in trouble. I was trying to rationalize and I wasn’t resisting very well either. Is this how it was going to be, easier every time until something finally went wrong?

Lindsay actually had a corner of her blanket tucked under her arm which took a little bit of prying loose but I soon had it piled up at her feet. I wondered if she had taken after me and started sleeping in her underwear whether that would have made things easier or harder on me. Idle musings weren’t getting me anywhere though, and as long as I was going to go through with this again I should probably be as quick as possible.

With my recently gained experience, I found it much easier getting my sister’s pajama pants partway down her legs than last time. Partly that was because I wasn’t quite as worried about her waking up since I was a little more familiar with her tolerances. If she had been on her back I might have gone for her shirt too, but it didn’t seem worth the effort with her lying on her stomach again.

As with last time the sight of my sister’s naked ass was enough to nearly hypnotize me. This was what I needed. I moved my hands simultaneously; one to my pussy and the other to Lindsay’s butt, stroking both of them eagerly. It was kind of like a sexy coordination test.

With all the futility of my efforts so far I was glad to feel the increased arousal provided by my unwitting sister and to sense that it was working. I wasn’t yet near orgasm but it would come, somehow I knew it would.

It wasn’t long before my exploring fingers tracing Lindsay’s skin led me to notice a change in her position. She was mostly lying the same she had been last time but with subtle differences. Notably I discovered that I had better access as I slid my hand farther down between her legs. I didn’t go too far at first but I started to wonder if I could actually get to her pussy.

I shouldn’t of course, I should just be happy with what I had. Already I had gone much too far and pushing more was just…

Actually, there really wasn’t any reason I could think of why it would be any worse. I was already completely fucked, figuratively speaking, if I got caught. How exactly were the consequences going to get any worse?

Slowly and very carefully I slid my hand between Lindsay’s legs. It took me a second or two to actually realize when I was touching her pussy since it seemed to be completely smooth. I kept my pussy shaved pretty much constantly just because I liked the feel when I was playing with myself, but I never even considered that my sister might do the same.

I ended up not being able to get entirely underneath her, but far enough at least that I could almost cup her pussy in my palm. It was such a high touching her where I was, more so even than her ass had provided. My long awaited orgasm was fast approaching and happily concentrated on achieving it as fast as I possibly could.

If I had been a little calmer I might have seen the warning signs of my sister waking up.


I heard my name spoken in a confused voice and for half a second I was just as confused where it had come from. Then I understood and I experienced a moment of absolute, pure terror.

“Lindsay?” I said, knowing full well it was even before my lips could move.

My mind was racing through possibilities but there really was no way to disguise what I was doing. Caught with my hand down my panties? That was doable. Caught with my other hand on her pussy? Completely fucked.

“I’m sorry,” I said, repeating what I had whispered to her the last time. “I’m sorry. I’m just….”

I couldn’t even think of anything else to say, what else was there? I pulled my arms back to my body, hugging myself as if it could bring some comfort. I was shaking all over and I felt very close to tears. Even though I had gone through the risks in my head previously I was completely unprepared for the reality of having to face them.

I couldn’t decide what to do, whether to run and just get as far away as I could or maybe just curl up in a ball and close my eyes. It didn’t really matter though since I was frozen in place and couldn’t seem to gain any kind of motor control.

“It’s okay, Andrea,” Lindsay said.

She had pulled her pajama bottoms back into place and sat up, allowing me to see her face more clearly. It was still unreadable to me in my state but I was pretty sure I already knew what she would be thinking. She reached out to me and I flinched away.

“No, it’s not,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not going t-to be… it just isn’t.”

Even before I finished Lindsay’s hands were on me, pulling me toward her until her arms could wrap around me. It was such a bizarre thing for her to hold me that way given how she should be acting. Whatever that might mean I didn’t really think about it. Mostly I just cried.

The tears had been waiting and once they started I couldn’t stop them. I still didn’t know how to face my sister, yet I felt safe in her arms. It was exactly the way I’d held her when she was sad or scared, and now our positions were reversed. Maybe it was those memories that made some part of me think she could somehow protect me from… her.

My sense of time was not functioning particularly well but we sat there long enough for me to make a sizable damp spot on the front of Lindsay’s shirt. Even when I stopped crying I just stayed where I was, afraid to break the moment.

“You feel better?” Lindsay asked eventually.

“A little,” I admitted. “How come you aren’t mad?” Maybe I shouldn’t have been so blunt, but she was confusing the hell out of me.

“Do you want me to be?”

“I just mean… you know what I was doing, right?”

I couldn’t imagine that she didn’t. She was my baby sister and all, but she couldn’t possibly be that naive.

“I think so,” she said. “Andrea, if it had been me instead of you, would you be mad at me?”

“No,” I replied without even thinking. “But that’s–”

“Different? How exactly? I wish you would have talked to me, but I’m not going to be mad at you.”

“I couldn’t talk to you,” I said quietly. “Couldn’t tell anyone.”

“I know, I probably wouldn’t have either. I just wish is all.”

Lindsay was stroking my hair gently, soothingly, and I was slowly calming down. I was still confused about her reaction, but she wasn’t angry or anything and that had to be a good sign. For the first time in a long while I felt real hope that our relationship might actually be okay, that it wouldn’t be either based on secrets or nonexistent.

She had a point too about our positions being reversed. Even if I didn’t feel the way I did about her I knew that I wouldn’t have been upset, not really. I loved her and it would take something much, much worse to change that. It was certainly possible that she felt the same.

“You’re taking this all really well,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Better than I am.”

“Not as well as you think,” she said. “I mean, I’m okay. I just… You were always there when I needed you, you know? Always. This is the first time you needed me, I could see it.”

I reluctantly pulled myself away from the comfort of her embrace and finally looked at her for real. She was still doing her best to hide it but now that I could focus I noticed the confusion and the worry. She was being strong for me, pretending that she could handle it. Just like I had done when she had boy problems or thought she was going to fail a class; I hadn’t really known what to do, only that she needed to believe it would be okay. Had she picked it up from me or was it instinctive?

“I’m sorry,” I said, for different reasons this time.

I slipped back into her arms, hugging her back this time and letting our bodies press together. Without letting go, we laid down on the bed, sharing Lindsay’s pillow and simply holding each other for a while.

“So how long have you…” she started, maybe just to break the silence.

“I don’t know, really. At some point, I just felt something different. Probably while watching you sleep at some point… you look even more beautiful when you’re sleeping.”

Lindsay smiled but also looked a little embarrassed at the compliment. She looked so adorable.

“So what happens now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I never expected anything like this, never prepared for it. It’s up to you, I guess. If you want me to give you more space or anything, I understand.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to want to touch me anymore?”

I’d purposefully skirted around that issue, and hadn’t expected her to bring it up. My little sister was surprising me.

“I want to, Lin,” I said honestly. “But I know it has to be weird for you. I tried my best not to, and I did pretty well for a while. Maybe it’ll be easier now.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, sounding thoughtful. “What if… what if I let you?”

“Really!?” I tried not to sound too excited at the idea but didn’t really succeed. “I mean, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want.”

“You wouldn’t be forcing me, it’s my choice. I think I want to at least try it. For you.”

She looked deeply into my eyes as she said the last words and I could see the love behind them. She would do this for me just as I would help her when she needed it. A range of emotions flooded through me and I wanted so badly to kiss her. I held myself back and instead touched her cheek softly, feeling reassured when she didn’t try to jerk away.

“Tell me to stop anytime if you don’t feel comfortable,” I told her.

She shook her head slightly as if to tell me that she wouldn’t need to. Hopefully, she was right.

I moved in slowly, giving her plenty of time to react if she chose. When our faces were only a couple inches apart she actually leaned toward me a little, much to my delight. Then our lips met, just barely brushing together at first.

Lindsay was nervous, as I had known she would be, but once she got over the initial shock she seemed to settle in a little bit. She even started to respond a little to the movement of my lips. It wasn’t her first time kissing someone, and maybe it was partly just an automatic response, but I wanted to believe that maybe she was enjoying it.

Finally, I pulled away from her, not wanting to overwhelm her too soon. We studied each other’s faces as we tried to get our breathing under control, seeking some clue to what the other was thinking. She didn’t say anything immediately but at least she didn’t look freaked out by the experience.

Without waiting long enough for her to speak I leaned in to kiss Lindsay again, this time a bit more aggressively. When I took her bottom lip gently between my teeth I could swear I heard a small noise of pleasure from deep in her throat.

“That actually felt kinda nice,” she said as we took another break.

“Good, I don’t want you to hate this.”

“I wouldn’t hate it, I just wasn’t sure that I’d like it.”

“Well…” I paused for a second, trying to figure out how best to make my offer. “If you want to try more stuff to see if you like it, I’d pretty much give you full access.”

“What do you mean?”

I wasn’t sure how to explain it any better; my ability to form complex sentences was not at peak performance. Instead I took her wrist and guided her hand to cup my breast over the thin material of my bra.

“You said you’d let me try things with you, I’m saying pretty much the same to you I guess,” I said. “Only I’m a lot more sure that I’ll like it.”

Lindsay looked unsure but her hand didn’t move when I let go of her arm. It could be that she had a lesbian streak in her just as I did, but maybe I was hoping for too much.

Her fingers shifted a little after a moment, only barely noticeablee, but I also sensed her relaxing as she adjusted to the idea of touching my breast. I wondered if she could feel my nipple through my bra, I guessed she could, given how well I could feel her palm.

Not wanting to scare her off but also wanting to offer her more, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. It stayed mostly in place, mostly because Lindsay was effectively holding it there, but it would come off easily if she wanted it to. She really didn’t seem to know what she wanted however, and looked at me helplessly.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said.

“Whatever you want baby, do what you feel like doing. Nothing bad’s going to happen.”

“I know, it’s just so new.”

Despite my reassurance she remained paralyzed in indecision, her hand on my chest the only point of contact between us. As little activity as there was, I was drawn to every breath she took and every small movement of her fingers. I wanted more from her, I wanted to feel her exploring my body. I wanted her to make that choice. Until she did I couldn’t rush her, not without risking everything.

Finally, agonizingly slowly, her fingertips closed around the very top of my bra. I held perfectly still as she pulled it away and let it fall onto the mattress, leaving me topless in front of her.

“They’re beautiful,” she breathed.

“You think so?”

I was happy she’d said that, for a couple of reasons. One, if she liked seeing me naked it was a good sign of things to come. Two, despite my apparent confidence, there was always an irrational fear that when I let someone see my body, they’d be disappointed. No one had been yet, but that didn’t mean I could make that particular worry go away.

“Yeah, they’re so round and nice. Bigger than mine, too.”

Lindsay ducked her head a little as she said that and placed one of her hands on each of my breasts. I almost let it go since she was finally touching me the way I wanted her to, getting comfortable with our new closeness. I knew she was only trying to distract me though and hoping I wouldn’t notice her own insecurity.

“Lin, you don’t have to worry about your body, you know,” I said. “Not with me. I’m your sister and the last person who should be looking at you that way, but I did anyway. A lot. I haven’t seen you naked yet, not fully, but you really don’t have to worry.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute and wouldn’t meet my eyes, but she didn’t stop playing with my breasts either. Maybe it helped that her mind was on something else and she wasn’t thinking about what she was doing.

Whatever the case, her inexpert caresses felt amazing and I didn’t want her to stop. Her lack of experience might even have made it feel better in some ways, giving our intimacy a kind of innocence that wouldn’t exist if she’d been actively trying to make me feel good. I tried to commit every detail to memory since it would most likely be very difficult to replicate in the future.

“Do you want to?” she asked. “I mean, do you want to see me… naked?”

“Of course I do, I’d love to. When you’re ready, though.”

She was spending a lot of time appearing to be lost in thought. It made sense given the sheer amount of things she had to process, but I wished she would give me more of an idea exactly what she was thinking about.

I gasped as she pinched my nipple and she looked up at me startled, afraid she’d hurt me. I only smiled and guided her hands back where she’d pulled away. Usually I wasn’t really into having my nipples handled roughly, but for the sake of my sister’s learning I didn’t mind. She didn’t even pinch them again, sticking mostly with rubbing them and looking a couple times like she might actually lick one. She never got quite that bold, though.

After a while she sat up and stretched her arm out where she’d been laying on it. Her eyes stayed on my body as she did so, traveling from my neck down to my legs. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs a little to give her the best view I could and basked in the appreciative expression on her face. I didn’t enjoy having her look at me as much as I did looking at her or anything, but it was still nice.

“Andrea?” she said.


“I think I’m okay with… letting you see me and all…”

“What is it?” I prompted, trying to drag out whatever she was going to say before trailing off.

“Could I maybe see you first? I mean, you know.”

All I had on was my panties, and with her eyes constantly glancing over to that small area between my legs I felt pretty sure that I did know what she meant.

“Of course you can. Anything you want, Lin.”

Lindsay waited a moment as if expecting me to take my panties off for her. When I didn’t move at all I think she clued in and shifted to kneel next to my hip. She reached down with both hands to my waist and very gingerly took hold of my panties on either side. Visibly holding her breath she slowly pulled them down my legs.

I raised my butt off the mattress a little at first, then lifted my legs in order to make the task as easy as possible for my sister. She almost stopped when my pussy was revealed but continued all the way down and over my feet. She seemed torn for a second or two about what to do with my panties and settled for simply dropping them at the foot of the bed.

Lindsay crawled between my legs, her eyes wide and her features set in a look of wonder. She touched my inner thigh gently and I opened my legs wider for her. Her fingertips trailed across my skin toward my pussy but didn’t quite make it there.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “It’s so smooth. It looks like mine.”

“We’re sisters, no reason they wouldn’t look the same.”

“I know, I guess I just didn’t know that you….”

“Kept mine shaved, too?” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I like how it looks, and how it feels. Makes me feel sexier when I’m masturbating.”

A look of… something crossed her face as the mention of masturbation.

“You masturbate, don’t you?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Yes! I mean, yeah, I do,” she said, seemingly embarrassed at how defensive she sounded. “But we never, you know, talked about it. Made me think about how much stuff we’re doing now, stuff we never did before.”

“We can stop if you want. Call it a night, and see how you feel tomorrow.”

“No, that’s okay. It’s only when I think about it I start getting overwhelmed. When I’m just going along, when I’m not thinking about it, what we’re doing feels good.”

“You’re worried about what it all means. You don’t know how it’s going to change things,” I said, not bothering to form it as a question. I knew what she meant about being overwhelmed, I’d been there.

“Something like that.” She nodded and gave me a weak smile. “And I know I could make some of the problems go away just by pretending this never happened, but I don’t want to. This feels different from anything I’ve ever done Andrea. This feels right.”

“Are you sure it’s not just ’cause you’ve never been with a girl before?”

What the hell did I say that for? Why would I try to discourage her line of thinking when it was going so well? I knew the answer even before I could finish formulating the questions. It was because, regardless of what I’d done or what would happen, I was still her big sister. I wanted her to be happy even if that meant a sacrifice on my part. This whole situation was my fault to start with.

“Maybe a little, I don’t know,” Lindsay said. “But I don’t think it’s that simple. I can’t explain it, not really, except that I want us to be closer than we were, like we are now. I just don’t know exactly what that’s going to be,” she finished apologetically.

“Whatever it is, we can do it together, it’s not something you have to deal with on your own.”

“I know, that’s part of why you’re different. That and you’re soft and warm and you’re not focused completely on getting off as soon you start getting undressed.”

“You’re only half right on that last one,” I said.

“No, I mean you’re giving me time to adjust and everything. I know you’re probably worked up and everything right now, but you’ve still been thinking about me.”

“Speaking of being worked up, no pressure or anything but if you don’t touch me again soon I’m probably going to have to do it myself.”

“You look like you need it,” Lindsay agreed. She looked purposefully at my pussy even though I couldn’t see it without sitting up. “You’re very, uh, wet.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Lindsay hesitantly reached down and placed her hand just above my pussy. It became clear pretty quickly that she really didn’t know what to do, mostly she just traced her fingers around my pussy lips. Occasionally she would get close enough to get some of my juices on her fingers and I could feel them being spread across my skin.

Eventually she did look up at me pleadingly, having realized what I already knew. It was one thing to get yourself off, but that didn’t necessarily translate to knowing what to do with someone else.

“See if you can get a couple fingers in me,” I whispered.

I wouldn’t normally start with that except that I really needed as much stimulation as I could get. I really hoped I’d be able to guide her well enough because if she couldn’t make me come relatively soon I was just going to get hornier until I was an absolute wreck.

My sister was still nervous but she followed my request and got her first two fingers in my pussy with very little difficulty. I was wet enough that it didn’t take much in the way of skill. She giggled in surprise at how easily they went in while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I wasn’t exactly filled up but it would do.

Without having to be told, Lindsay started moving her hand back and forth, thrusting her fingers inside me. She was slow at first as she adjusted to the idea of what she was doing, but actually built up to a decent speed. It wasn’t quite as fast as I needed, though.

“Harder,” I urged. “Don’t worry about hurting me.”


I moaned softly as she started finger-fucking me properly, driving her fingers in as far as they would go before pulling them back. Not that it was a complicated task, but my sister was actually doing quite well once she got past her hesitations. It made me wonder what it would be like once she got completely comfortable with me.

“Do you want me to rub your clit too?” Lindsay asked. “I usually like to, but I don’t know if you…”

“Oh god, yes. Please baby.”

That was one advantage to girls, they didn’t have to be taught everything like guys sometimes did. Even when they were new to it.

With the new double assault on my pussy and clit I finally had that feeling I’d been waiting for. My orgasm was building and, provided Lindsay kept up her current pace, would hit me soon.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

She looked amazed at the effect she was having on me, probably not used to having anyone wriggling around in ecstasy at the mere touch of her fingers.

I was having a hard time keeping still, except that I knew thrashing around might dislodge her and I didn’t want that. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own and I gripped the sheets tightly to try and get my movements under control.

Then all thoughts of self-control vanished in an instant as I came. It was so intense, so massive, like nothing I’d ever felt before. All I felt was pleasure through my entire body, only barely aware of Lindsay’s continued stimulation.

I did eventually come down from my high, my eyes finally able to focus on things once more. The first thing I saw was my sister leaning over me looking concerned.

“Was I too loud?” I asked, noticing as I did that my throat was drier than I expected.  I had the vague impression that I’d screamed at some point.

“Only a little, I don’t think you were loud enough to wake anyone.”

“Good. You think you could get me some water?”

“Okay. Um, are you all right though? You weren’t responding for a couple seconds there and I didn’t know what to think.”

I smiled in an attempt to show that I was fine, but I’m not sure it convinced her. “There’s nothing wrong, babe. I was just feeling really, really good. You were amazing.”

There was a visible surge of pride on her face at the compliment and she seemed reassured enough to leave the room. She was only gone a minute or two before returning with a glass of water for me.

“Thanks,” I said, sitting up to take the glass from her.

“You’re welcome.”

I drank a third of the water in a couple large swallows, then sipped at it as my thirst diminished.

“So you’re probably tired now,” Lindsay said. “Probably ready to go to sleep.”

She was fidgeting with her hands and I got the definite impression that she was hoping I’d say I wasn’t.

“Kinda, I am a little drained. Lindsay…” I paused for a second and tried to figure out how to say what I wanted. After a moment I gave up and just went for it. “I know you’re maybe not ready for this, but do you want me to take care of you now? Because I don’t think I could ever be tired enough to say no to that.”

She nodded without quite meeting my eyes. “I’m so worked up, Andrea. I never… I don’t remember feeling like this before.”

Setting the mostly empty water glass on the nightstand beside the bed, I shifted closer to my sister. I pulled her to me and gently kissed her until I felt some of the stiffness leave her.

“You don’t have to worry about that, anything like that,” I said. “I know what you’re experiencing better than anyone.”

“I know, I want you to. I just got scared at how badly I wanted it.”

“Why? Were you scared this whole time?”

“No. It’s only when I realized how much you’re affecting me, how much I want that to continue. Andrea, what if it doesn’t? What if everything changes?”

I guess I should have expected Lindsay to freak out at some point, she had enough to deal with. I almost freaked out too,not immediately knowing what to do but wanting so badly to help. She looked like she might cry, and I didn’t know if I could handle seeing her that way.

“Listen, things are going to change, things always change. But I promise that the important things aren’t. I’m not ever going to stop loving you as my sister, and as more if you let me. If anyone tries to get between us, they’ll have to drag me away kicking and screaming.”

Lindsay managed a small half-smile for me, but didn’t seem entirely convinced.

“What about when you get tired of me?” she asked, trying to make it sound like a joke.

“Lin, I’ve known you for eighteen years now. You’re my little sister, not someone I just met. I thought two semesters away would help and they didn’t, I only wanted you more. I won’t ever stop loving you, baby, not for anything.”

I barely had a chance to finish before she tackled me, locking her arms around me tightly. “I love you, too,” she whispered in my ear.

We hugged for long enough for me to remember I was naked, and for sexual feelings to gradually replace the emotional ones I’d started out with. I wanted to be able to make her feel as good as she did for me and hopefully to leave any lingering problems until later.

Moving slowly I began to lift the bottom of Lindsay’s shirt. When I was about halfway up her body she raised her arms above her shoulders, giving me silent permission. I had a little difficulty getting the neck past her head and had to shift my grip, but soon had her topless in front of me.

I kissed her passionately, letting our naked breasts press together as we embraced. As had been the case pretty much the whole time she let me take the lead, only now I could actually use it to full effect. Not yet breaking our kiss I guided her backward until she was lying down underneath me.

As soon I got her settled I went for her bottoms. She again responded to my non-verbal requests and helped me to remove her pajama pants, leaving her completely naked.

This was where I had to be somewhat careful, since being naked in front of someone for the first time is usually a bit scary. Particularly when you’re not quite certain how they’ll react but desperately want them to like what they see.

“So beautiful,” I breathed, not exaggerating even slightly.

Lindsay squirmed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment but didn’t say anything. She clutched her hands nervously in front of her and I had to pull them apart in order to get access to her breasts. I gently kissed each one before sucking one of her nipples between my lips.

“Are you sure they’re not too small?” she asked.

“Baby, how many times do I have to tell you that you’re absolutely perfect?”

“At least twice a day.”

I looked up at her, surprise evident on my face. “Was that an actual joke I heard?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged but the little grin on her face gave her away.

“Okay, I can handle that.” I crawled up farther along her body and kissed her lovingly. “You’re perfect, you’re my beautiful little sister and I love every single part of you. How’s that?”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer and instead kissed her again, completely cutting off anything she might have tried to say. She responded eagerly and met my tongue midway between our mouths with her own. I stroked one of her breasts with my hand as our tongues wrestled playfully.

One of my legs was between hers and she started humping against it, craving her own release but not wanting to say so. I knew what she needed though and I’d take care of it.

“I guess you’re also my horny little sister, aren’t you?” I said.

“Please, Andrea,” she begged non-specifically.

“Don’t worry baby, I got it.”

I had to position myself so that my head was more or less at the level of her hips. Her pussy was, like mine had been, already more than ready for me. She even seemed to be dripping onto the bed slightly before I so much as touched her most intimate place.

I started by running my fingers up and down her pussy lips, trailing my middle finger directly along her wet slit. Lindsay moaned and rocked her hips toward me impatiently as she waited for me to get on with it. Smiling to myself I pushed a single finger into her accepting entrance. It was tight, but not to the point of slowing me down very much.

“Is that okay, Lin?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied simply.

She was squeezing one of her breasts rhythmically, but I’m not certain she was fully aware of it. Her attention seemed to be mainly on me and what I was doing.

Instead of sliding another finger in and more or less repeating what she’d done to me, I turned my focus to her clit. I had a better idea what I was doing and was pretty sure finesse was the way to go at this point. She was turned on enough that I didn’t have to worry about building her up, I just needed to release all that sexual energy inside her.

I leaned in close and let my tongue dart out to flick against her sensitive clit. I made sure to pay attention to her reactions every time I licked her as I worked out what she responded best to. Some other time I could spend hours teasing her if I wanted, right now I was only interested in making her come fast and hard.

A pattern of long, forceful licks interspersed with sucking briefly on her clit was what I settled on. My sister’s moans had intensified and I knew the stimulation on her clit and pussy would soon have her coming on my finger. I didn’t even stop long enough to remind her not to be too loud, not wanting to let up the pressure for a second.

My efforts were soon rewarded as I brought Lindsay to orgasm. Her pussy did its best to crush my finger and her moans became dangerously loud before she clamped her pillow down over her face. I kept my tongue pressed against her clit until she calmed down and I sensed her body relaxing.

She lay on her back panting as I climbed up next to her and pulled the covers up over the both of us. I only barely got us settled in before she rolled over and curled up in my arms, burying her head against my shoulder.


“Yeah, baby,” I whispered.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you too.”

That was effectively the end of our short conversation. I didn’t know how long it was before Lindsay’s breathing changed to signal she was asleep, but I continued to lie awake, holding her long after. The night had turned out so much better than I could ever have hoped and I didn’t really want it to end, even though I was exhausted. The only reason I was willing to surrender to sleep at all was that I wanted to be able to wake up with my sister, to have as much of the day together as possible.

There would be more problems, I had no illusions otherwise. I didn’t worry about them, though, couldn’t bring myself to care. I had my sister now, in every way, and as long as we were together nothing else mattered.

The End


This is Love, Part One

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

By Jan Vincent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what about your boyfriend?”

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

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

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

“What happened?”

“I caught him cheating on me.”

“Really? No way.”

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

“He must be crazy.”

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


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

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

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

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

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

“So, you—”

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

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

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

“I swear I won’t tell.”

“No, Annie, let it be.”


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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm, it’d be too crowded.”

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

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

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

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

“We won’t. C’mon.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

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

“Lisa, don’t be so—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t?”

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

“But since when do you—”

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

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

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

“But weren’t you worried that Mom—”

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

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

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


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

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

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

“USG? What’s that?”

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

“I didn’t know that. Since when?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it too much, you think?”

“No, no, you look gorgeous.”

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

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

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

“No, I still need to comb my hair.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” I said.

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


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

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

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

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

“It’s Annie, she’s a freshman.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I was hazing them.”

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going home.”

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

“Yeah,” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I couldn’t.”

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

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

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

“Well, you did once.”


“About Johnny.”

“That doesn’t count. I was—”

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

On to Part Two!