Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Alfie Atkins

Marisa felt the softness of Carlie’s lips on her own. Felt the gentle pressure of her mouth, the warm wetness of those tasty lips, and it felt like she was sinking into some deep dreamland.

She had waited and dreamed of this moment for so long. But now that the moment was upon her, she was tense with apprehension, unsure of how to deal with it. As Carlie tried to take the kiss deeper, part of Marisa complied, part of her resisted. She wanted this, yet she knew it was wrong. The fact that her body was wracked with helpless desire only made the guilt worse. She had to stop this now, before it went any further.

Carlie, mistaking Marisa’s reluctance for fear, drew slowly away from her sister’s lips, and leaned in close to her ear. Her warm breath on Marisa’s earlobe was enough to send a fresh flood of desire leaking from the younger sibling’s pussy, and she struggled to resist it.

“Oh, Marisa, my sweet baby sister, love of my life, don’t be scared,” Carlie murmured in her husky voice, so soft and sexy in Marisa’s throbbing ear. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to love you? All of those nights with you sitting next to me, I could feel your sweet thigh against mine, and I wanted you so badly I was almost bursting. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I want to cherish you and love you, Marisa. I want your first time to be with me.”

Carlie’s words were soothing and arousing — and as she whispered them, Marisa felt her body melting, drifting. She yearned to let go, to allow Carlie to take control of her body, her desires, her passion, her life. It felt so right, yet at the same time so wrong. But Marisa could not deny the effect Carlie was having on her, and wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Is it really a sin to love? Marisa asked herself.

Reaching out, Carlie switched off the light. The cloak of darkness shrouded the girls. It had the effect of making Marisa feel safe, somehow, but a hint of fear still lingered. Carlie put out a hand and cupped Marisa’s face, and Marisa reveled in the feel of her big sister’s touch — the silky softness of her palm, the scent of Carlie’s desire still fresh on her fingers.

Lightly, yet so arousingly, Carlie traced the outline of Marisa’s mouth with her moist finger, sliding the tip ever so slightly between her younger sister’s lips, causing Marisa to shudder a little in mixed excitement and pleasure. It was the single most erotic moment of Marisa’s life thus far, and she was shocked at how a single touch could arouse her so thoroughly.

So close to her ear Carlie’s tongue was grazing it, Marisa felt the sensation before she heard the words. “Oh, Marisa, let me love you. Let me show you the joys of love. I’ve wanted you for so long. I want to be your first, Marisa. Will you let me?”

Marisa’s head was a muddle of confusion, but she was aware of two things above all: Carlie’s hand cupping her face, and a searing desire that seemed to rush through her body in steady surges.

“But what about Ebonie?” Marisa whispered, glancing nervously at their sleeping baby sister, across the room in her own bed. “If she saw us doing this, she’ll tell Mum and Dad for sure, you know that — and they’d murder us!” She knew that this was nothing but a last ditch effort to stall Carlie’s seduction, even though, in her heart of hearts, Marisa wasn’t sure she even wanted her older sibling to stop.

Carlie glanced over at where Ebonie lay in the darkness, and Marisa did the same; from the blurry shadow revealed, the youngest sibling was still deep in slumber.

“Oh, Marisa… when she’s asleep, almost nothing can wake Ebonie, you know that,” Carlie coaxed. “Don’t worry about her. Just give in to the pleasure. Let me guide you.”

Carlie was tender with her, yet eager and desperate too, so there was an element of rough passion in their lovemaking. The older sister immediately took charge, enjoying the responses of Marisa’s healthy virgin body. Carlie’s mouth pressed against Marisa’s, and it became immediately apparent that she’d had a lot of practice at kissing.

With gentle expertise, Carlie planted her parted lips on Marisa’s, drawing the kiss out — and within seconds, her sly tongue had eagerly worked its way into her sister’s innocent mouth, circling and parrying with Marisa’s tongue. As they kissed, Carlie extended both hands to touch Marisa’s bare breasts, which she cupped and squeezed gently, her thumbs and forefingers pinching the nipples, lightly tugging them, making her younger sister’s pussy pulse in response.

Wave after wave of desire washed over Marisa. She had now capitulated entirely to her sister’s expert caresses, and her hot pussy was throbbing its approval. But God, what Marisa wouldn’t give at that moment to feel Carlie’s expert fingers sliding roughly in and out of her wetness, thumb flicking her clit, just as the older girl had done while Marisa watched her masturbate. She was trembling with the need for release — surely if Carlie continued to shower affection of her breasts, she would come without having had so much as a finger laid upon her pussy.

But then Carlie paused, broke away from their kiss, and gazed down at her sister. All Marisa could see of the girl’s face in the darkness was the gleam of her eyes. Suddenly, Carlie ducked her head down to Marisa’s body, licking her neck, nibbling and sucking gently. Marisa squirmed on the bedsheets, feeling the wetness of her pussy seeping onto them. Her thighs parted wider and wider, as she waited to feel the hands and tongue of her big sister.

Carlie lay between the girl’s open thighs, letting her tongue roam from Marisa’s swan-like neck down to the firm and throbbing breasts that seemed to beg her to kiss them. She took hold of a soft breast and began to suckle the tip, her tongue swirling about the areole, pushing the puckering nipple from side to side.

Marisa emitted a breathy gasp, almost swooning with pleasure. As Carlie sucked, she ran her free hand gently down her sister’s flat stomach, swirling her fingernails lightly over the soft flesh, tickling in a way that made Marisa’s head spin. Her hand went slowly lower and lower, nearer and nearer to the pussy that awaited her touch.

Just as she reached the top of Marisa’s bush, Carlie removed her teasing hand, took her mouth away from the younger girl’s breast, and rolled over onto her back.

Marisa gazed imploringly at her sister in the darkness, positive that she could hear her laughing lightly. “Damn it, Carlie!” she whispered, frustrated beyond endurance.

Whatever protests the girl intended to make died on her lips when Carlie took Marisa’s hand, brought it to her face and took two fingers into her warm, moist mouth. As she nibbled and sucked at them, Carlie reached down to lightly place her hand lightly on Marisa’s sex. Not rubbing or touching, just resting there, cupping the moist, heated flesh.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want in a minute, baby sister,” Carlie cooed. “But first, I want you to do something for me. No fair, you getting all the pleasure.” Marisa lay so close to Carlie that her nipples were brushing the older girl’s side.

Gently licking her sister’s fingertips, Carlie whispered, “Touch me, Marisa. Now.”

Marisa shivered at the hint of iron in her sister’s voice — and it wasn’t because she was scared.

Nervous but still eager, Marisa reached out to caress Carlie’s plump, wet little pussy.

“Like this?” she asked, as she lightly separated the lips, finding them wet and hot, ready for her.

“Oh yes. Like that, Marisa,” Carlie moaned, bucking her hips. “Slide your fingers inside me now, then open my cunt and find my clit.”

Spurred on by this dirty talk, Marisa parted the lips of her sister’s pussy, immediately finding the engorged clit. She quickly became aware that Carlie was imitating these actions on her own sex.

As Carlie’s fingers found her own clitoris, Marisa was finding it harder to concentrate. She began to rub at the little button — slowly at first, sliding in the juices of Carlie’s pussy, then faster and faster, circling the tiny nub with deft, rapid strokes.

Carlie copied this on her sister, and Marisa felt the orgasm already begin to sweep through her prone body, her cunt throbbing so violently she seriously expected to pass out. As she continued to finger her sister’s pussy, feeling the heat rising in her body, hearing Carlie gasp and moan, she was suddenly aware of rough hands pushing her away, throwing her back down on the bed.

Shock turned to violent passion when she felt Carlie’s hands pressing her arms down to the bed, the older girl’s face thrusting between her parted thighs. Carlie’s tongue lashed out at her pussy and began to lick eagerly at the wetness there.

Marisa closed her eyes, crying out loud as Carlie pressed her tongue found her clit and began to flick at it. Then her sister’s tongue darted down to the opening, plunged deep within, making Marisa gasp — then out again, licking furiously at the clit once more.

It was all Marisa could do to stop herself from screaming as an orgasm overcame her, one so powerful it felt as if her heart might well burst through her chest. Carlie was sucking at her clit while one finger, then two, easily slid deep into her vagina — plunging in and out, roughly and rapidly, driving her over the edge.

“Oh. Oh, fuck!” she croaked, as monstrous waves of pleasure built up and burst over the overwhelmed girl, making her body shake helplessly.

Before she could begin to recover, Carlie had pounced upon her, seizing her hand and thrusting it between her legs, forcing two fingers into her own pussy. Dazed, but eager to please her sister as Carlie had done for her, Marisa fucked her big sister hard, plunging brutally in and out. Instinctively, her thumb went out and began to rub Carlie’s clit.

Within seconds, Carlie was coming too, her body shuddering, legs twitching as she hissed out obscenities. As the contractions flooded over her body, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, Carlie gasped out, “Oh, Marisa, you are so fuckin’ perfect. Make me come. Touch me, that’s it. Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming now, c-can you feel it?”

Sure enough, Marisa felt the force of Carlie’s release; felt the contractions deep within her as the older girl’s cunt sucked hungrily at her fingers, the hot, wet flesh pulsing and throbbing, thick, warm juices flowing like wine.

Carlie moaned softly as the last of the contractions died away, and her thighs, squeezing Marisa’s hand in a vice-like grip, softened their hold, slackening, then falling limply to either side. Marisa was shocked at the intensity of her sister’s explosion; although her own orgasm had been massive, she’d never seen a reaction like that!

Carlie turned to her sister in the darkness and threw both arms around her, pressing their bodies together. Marisa felt the slickness of their embrace as she held Carlie close, squeezing her so tightly that the older girl felt short of breath. Carlie’s breasts were damp with sweat, the nipples still hard from their lovemaking.

Gentle hands reached out and brushed Marisa’s hair away from her damp face, tenderly cupping her chin. With love and deep understanding, Carlie planted the gentlest of kisses on her glistening brow. There was so much love in that kiss that Marisa was shocked by it. She’d thought that now their passion had been sated, at least for the time being, Carlie would ask her to leave the bed, tell her that what they’d done had to remain ‘our little secret’, and that would be the end of that.

But Carlie was holding her with so much tenderness and warmth that Marisa felt herself falling into an even deeper infatuation with her beautiful, sexy sister.

“Oh, Marisa,” Carlie whispered, “that was so wonderful. I’ve never, ever come like that before. You’re the only person who can make me feel this way. And I know it’s wrong, but I also know that I could never love anyone else like this. I’ve wanted you for so long, I want you now, and I’ll never stop wanting you. Please say that I can explore that beautiful body of yours again… and that you and I will make love many, many more times?” Carlie fell silent, still holding Marisa close, waiting for an answer.

Marisa lay in the dark, studying the silhouette of her sister’s face, wondering what she would be getting herself in for if she let this whole crazy affair continue. But she had to admit that Carlie was right — she, too, had never felt anything like that before, and she wanted more of it. Much more.

Right or wrong, she didn’t want to lose these feelings, or refuse the chance to explore them again and again with her beloved big sister. So when she said, “Yes, Carlie… I want that too,” Marisa knew that she was making the right decision.

Carlie snuggled contentedly into her sister and, lying side by side, snuggled close together, the girls both fell asleep.

Continue on to Part Three

By Cassie

Justine woke up with a start — hot, flushed, and feeling incredibly horny. She hadn’t had an erotic dream for months, years even. And this one; this strange lesbian dream with her old childhood doll Pip mysteriously come to life, seemed to have strange undertones of incest about it.

Justine lay on the bed trying to think about the dream, to analyse it in her usual fashion, but eventually she succumbed to the desperate need to masturbate. She got up, walked to the shower unit and absently grabbed her long-handled hairbrush as she went. She held the hairbrush loosely in her hand as she stepped naked into the cubicle and turned on the water, patiently adjusting the temperature so that it was hot, but not scalding. She gripped and loosened the hairbrush in her hand. It had a slightly bulbous end, ridged and indented like a scored golf ball, and a longish handle leading to the brush. It had grown to be one of the things she used as a sex toy when aroused and in a hurry.

The shower gel made her skin soapy and slippery, and it was then that she leaned back against the wall of the cubicle, water spraying gently over her. She began to rub the tip of her hairbrush with the heavily scored edges against the soft and sensitive hood of her clitoris, moaning a little as the first wave of eroticism began to build within her. She used the fingers of her left hand to spread open the soft folds of her labia, then worked the handle of the hairbrush inside herself as she began to orgasm. In sexual matters, Justine had always been blessed with two things: the ability to orgasm quickly — within minutes, sometimes, when she felt very horny with David — and her capacity for sexual activity.

Although she was not adventurous with her own sexual explorations, Justine had always been a willing sexual partner. On occasion, when she was very horny, Justine liked to be tied or restrained a little, and didn’t mind at all if she were spanked. She also liked to be filled, and had once been stretched so far that David had slipped his whole hand inside her.

She remembered that time now and, thinking about it, removed the hairbrush from herself and reached up, grabbing the much larger, dome-capped shampoo bottle. It was not an obvious sex toy, being a little more than two inches wide down the mainly cylindrical bottle. But Justine was feeling very horny and began to work the large bottle inside herself.

She closed her eyes, feeling and hearing the splash of the water around her, thinking about sex. She tried to think about David, but his face wouldn’t come. She tried to think about others in her masturbation fantasy — the airline assistant Rosa whose short blond hair Justine had touched and caressed as they kissed outside Columbus Bar. But the woman’s image wouldn’t come either. She tried thinking about Pip, but could only see in her mind’s eye the inert, lifeless doll of her memory, not the vibrant, wanton and utterly irresistible young girl of her recent dream. She even tried thinking of Jan, the dark-haired girl by the pool, laughing and smiling with that crooked smile of hers and taking off the bikini she wore to ask Justine to rub oil onto her skin.

But, in the end, as her orgasm grew and deepened, Justine saw within her mind a sexual nobody — a formless, faceless figure with thick hair, a slim lissome figure and outstretched arms. She imagined being embraced by those arms, kissing red lips, and touching soft, secret places on another’s body. She imagined the hands of a woman caressing her, enfolding her and touching her most intimate places. She imagined—

“Oh! Oh! Yes!! Oh—”

Justine did not remember what she called out as the powerful wave of orgasm hit her. She only remembered having nearly swallowed the shampoo bottle entirely within her vagina as that wonderful, frightening moment of orgasm stretched time itself. She remembered desperately pushing the large bottle out of her body, and the feeling of glorious sexual release as it slid out between her pussy lips and into her hand. She rubbed vigorously at her sensitized clit as the bottle came free, feeling wave after wave after wave of pleasure flush her body.

Eventually, after recovering and soaping herself once again, she got out of the shower, wondering why the image of an unknown, unseen woman was the most powerful one in her masturbation fantasy.

She dressed lightly, in a short summer skirt and blouse, and went down to the pool to find Jan. She had more questions to ask the enigmatic Portuguese girl. A lot more questions.

Jan was not there. Nor, according to the hotel reception desk, in her room.

“I’m sorry,” said the clerk. “There’s no answer at all.” He put down the receiver, having twice called Jan’s room at Justine’s insistence.

Justine thought for a moment, tapping her manicured fingernail on top of the desk. “What room is she in?” she asked.

The man instinctively reached behind him, then stopped, turning round. “Am sorry,” he said, in his heavily accented voice. “I cannot tell room numbers. Is security.”

“That’s okay,” said Justine, smiling brightly for him, and waving a hand in dismissal. Besides, she had already seen his hand hover over the key for room C12. Justine turned around, and left the reception. She would find Jan herself.

But throughout that day, she did not see the dark-haired Portuguese woman. She gave up, after a light lunch in a tavern near the sea front, and went shopping instead, finding a few trinkets for herself and her friends. Buying them, she couldn’t help thinking about those mysterious birth parents and the even more tantalizing prospect of a sister. Were they real? The conversations she’d had with Jan had somehow materialized them in Justine’s head. She felt a renewed energy to find them, discover who they were.

Reaching the point where she had too many bags to carry, Justine quit the markets and went back to her hotel to drop them off and take a rest before going out to dinner. As she went into the hotel, she asked again at the desk if Jan was in. The clerk there tried once more and, once more, got no reply. Justine wrote a short note, and asked the clerk to leave it for Jan. Then she went back to her modest room and collapsed on the bed, closing her eyes for a few moments.

The telephone bell was a harsh ringing alarm that woke her out of her slumber with a start. Justine rolled over the bed and picked up the receiver, long strands of red hair getting in her eyes.

“Hello?”

“Ms Holloway, you have a call,” said the clerk. Justine sat up and rubbed her eyes. A call? Her immediate thought was that David had somehow tracked her down and was now badgering her and pestering her about his blonde mistress. But when the phone line clicked, and a new voice filled the earpiece, Justine relaxed.

“I never answer the phone,” said the voice on the other end of the line. Justine smiled, recognizing Jan’s voice already despite their very recent acquaintance. “When on holiday, at least. That is why it seemed I was out.”

“Yeah, I should have guessed. Maybe I should have done the same.”

“Ha! Too late. You’re a serial phone answerer, I can tell already!”

Justine smiled again, glad of a friendly voice.

“I got your note,” said Jan. “And wondered if you still wanted to go, or if it’s too late?”

“Too late? I—”

And then Justine recalled that she had penned a short note for Jan, asking if the Portuguese woman wanted to share her company for dinner that night. Justine also realized, with a start, that she had fallen into a much deeper sleep than she expected, and that the day had long slipped away. The digital clock on her bedside table read 20:54 and, seeing that, Justine felt the twin sensations of mild panic and rumbling hunger.

“Ohmyygosh! I didn’t realize — Give me five minutes. I’ll meet you by reception.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Justine rubbed her eyes, went into the bathroom and splashed her face with water. Then she changed clothes, pulling on a long white gypsy skirt, a turquoise blue vest top and light summer shirt before donning sandals, grabbing her handbag before she left.

When she got down to reception, Jan was waiting for her; dressed in three-quarter length trousers, a white and pink top, with her dark hair gathered up in a ponytail. She looked very 1950’s American. The two women embraced and kissed briefly, on the cheek.

“Hey,” Jan said, squeezing Justine’s hand. “You were pretty out of it, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Justine said. “It’s this late summer sun. Makes me sleepy.”

“Hungry?”

“You bet. Know anywhere good to eat?”

The two women went into town and, after having a gorgeous seafood meal at a little backstreet restaurant Jan had discovered, moved on to a bar in the old quarter of town and sat drinking long, tall cocktails until the early hours. It seemed they had no end of subjects to talk about, but eventually, as though they had gravitated toward it, they talked about Jan’s involvement with her sister-sister website, and the whole concept of sexual love between siblings.

“I’ve heard from a few women who say they’ve enjoyed sex with their brothers,” said Jan.

“They were raped?”

“No. At least I don’t think so. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in women.”

“Obviously!” said Justine, butting in. The two women giggled.

“In women who share a consensual love with their sister. I’ve been amazed at how many wonderful, strong women there are who have admitted this.”

“It seems unreal to me. Still. That two siblings — two sisters — would want to have sex with each other.”

“But it’s never as simple as that,” said Jan. “I’ve never had someone just e-mail me and say ‘Hi, Jan. I’m a beautiful twenty-something, and me and my twin sister have been fucking happily for years’. It just doesn’t happen like that.”

“So how does it happen?”

“Usually,” said Jan, pausing to sip her drink, “the hard way. Like all stories of love, sex between sisters can be a very painful and damaging thing, even when it’s consensual. But that’s not to say it’s wrong, or people should repress such feelings.”

“And if your sister suddenly told you she had feelings for you?”

Jan smiled. “She wouldn’t. She’s very happily married, and not gay.”

“But if she did anyway,” Justine said, pressing for an answer. “If she were still single, and a lesbian?”

“She would have to be a lesbian?” said Jan. This threw Justine somewhat.

“Well, yeah. I mean, she’d have to be—”

“A lesbian? You want to pigeonhole all of us together?”

Justine was confused. Sexual love between sisters meant they had to be lesbians, or at least ‘lez-curious’, surely? How could they not be? It was a prerequisite for the situation, right?

She voiced these thoughts to Jan, who only smiled sadly and shrugged. “Do you not think the path to love is sometimes a very rocky place?”

“Oh, yes,” said Justine, dripping with heavy irony. “Very.”

“And so, would it not be even more difficult if two sisters had feelings for each other that were a) believed to be immoral and incestuous, and b) opposite to their sexual preference?”

The thought struck Justine like a blow. She had not considered the complexity, or difficulty, of such a thing. She had assumed, up until that point, that all incestuous relationships were immoral and wrong, and had also assumed that all relationships between same-sex partners meant that they were homosexual.

“But that can’t be,” she said, rather unconvincingly.

“Why not? I have read accounts from women who say they have no homosexual desires whatsoever, and indeed have ordinary relationships with men or husbands, and yet feel strong sexual desires to their sisters, or close female relatives. How can this be easily explained?”

It could not, and Justine accepted that. She was about to ask more when her ear caught the tune of a new song being played, one that reminded her of her teenage clubbing years, and she put down her drink, smiling.

“Gotta dance!” she said brightly. She moved out into the small throng of people dancing in the centre of the floor, and started to move with the music. Jan left both hers and Justine’s handbags behind the bar, then moved out, joining her English friend on the dance floor.

Several dance tracks later and the girls were hot and thirsty. They drank some cold water first, then had one more cocktail before going back to the hotel.

They arrived, arm in arm, singing the tune of American Pie — which neither knew all the words to — both feeling lightheaded. That was when Justine made a mistake.

“Hey,” she said, smiling and whirling to take hold of both of Jan’s hands. “Do you want to come to my room for a bit?”

Jan smiled, but shook her head. “No, I am too tired. I need to go to sleep. I have to pack tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” said Justine, sad that her new friend was leaving so soon. “Jan, don’t go. Stay a few more days. Till the weekend.”

Jan smiled sadly. “I can’t. But this has been great fun!”

Justine bit her lower lip. “Stay with me tonight?”

There was an awkward pause, and Jan reached out to stroke the side of Justine’s face. “Thank you. It’s very flattering, and you’re very pretty. But I must sleep, and get ready to go home.”

Justine, ignoring this, leaned forward to kiss her new friend. Jan turned her head at the last moment, as their lips almost met, and hugged Justine instead.

“Keep in touch with me, Justine,” she whispered into the Englishwoman’s ear. Justine felt her new friend hold her tight for a moment, and then she left.

Feeling a little dejected, but suddenly tired, Justine stumbled back to her room and, within minutes, fell asleep on her bed.

She awoke late into the morning, with a bad hangover, and began the slow process of recovery; starting with lots of water, then coffee. By the time she went down to the reception to ask about Jan, the enigmatic Portuguese woman had already checked out.

Justine spent the last few days of her holiday quietly, soaking up the late summer sun and finding the time, at last, to relax properly. But one thing she could not shake was the persistent strange dreams she’d been having about her childhood, mixed with dark erotic thoughts. Nor could she dismiss the idea that she had to trace what she could of her birth family. It suddenly seemed more important than ever.

The flight back home was uneventful and, for the first week back at work, Justine managed to forget about the bizarre yet intriguing conversations she’d had with Jan. David had moved his things out of her flat, and the only communication she’d had with him was a series of curt, almost aggressive e-mails where he suggested that they try to patch things up so that he could “explain things” to her, and where Justine suggested he could go fuck himself — or his blonde mistress, if she’d still have him. He didn’t press the point.

It was on the second week that Justine was prompted into action. And it was a spam e-mail, of all things, that did it. She’d logged on, delighted to have received an e-mail a few days earlier from Jan, and was hoping for a further one when she decided to clear her spam e-tray. By chance, the top e-mail caught her eye. She didn’t open it, but stared at the title for a long while.

NEED HELP LOOKING FOR THAT SPECIAL ONE? read the title. The sender was named “Amanda Pullen”. It was probably junk of the lowest matchmaking variety. And yet.

Amanda. The other name relating to her birth parents that Justine had found. Was it her sister? Did Justine really need help finding out for sure?

She decided, right there and then, to take some leave from work. Her boss was understanding, given that she too knew about Justine’s break-up with David. And Justine, wasting no further time, spent the next few days researching the best way to find out about her long lost family. For some reason, although she knew more notionally about her birth parents, it was the promise of a long lost sister—this unknown “Amanda” which drove her on.

A week into her research, Justine had unearthed many new details about her parents. Her father, Walter, had died nine years ago, with heart failure recorded as the cause of death. A year later, Mary had emigrated to Australia and could not be traced, beyond a hint that she was living near Adelaide. The Jacksons, Justine’s birth parents, had left a house in Ashford, Kent, but that had been sold going on eight years ago.

But about her possible sister, this other daughter of Mary and Walter Jackson, Justine had found nothing.

Frustration began to set in, and Justine felt herself staring down a chasm of depression. She’d sent out hundreds of e-mails to various companies and individuals, in the hope of tracking down someone or something to give her a new lead.

After two weeks of fruitless searching, she went back to work. She refused offers from her girlfriends to go out for a drink, and also refused a dinner date with Marco; one of the newer guys in the administrative division. He was cute, no doubt, but Justine was in no mood for socializing, and people quickly saw that. Justine felt her depression getting worse, and would find herself some evenings crying whilst watching the TV, clutching onto a cushion and not knowing why she was sobbing so hard.

One silver lining to her current state was the occasional e-mails she got from Jan. Justine had browsed Jan’s internet site Sisters in Love and read some of the testimonials and forum topics, but had not contributed anything herself. She found some of the stories there fairly wild, but many of them were incredibly moving. These were women who had not only the strength to live through their incestuous feelings, but to share them with others.

It was November 15, in the commercial build-up to the Christmas season, when Justine received an e-mail that would change her life. It was marked as “Unknown Sender” and automatically placed in her spam e-tray. She was going through her e-mails, ready to delete them all, when her eye caught the e-mail title:

WALTER AND MARY JACKSON

Justine stopped, feeling that incredible sensation of butterflies as her finger hovered over the “Open” key. Of course, it could be a piece of spam, turned around from one of the many she’d sent out. But there was something undeniably desperate about her search for her lost family, so Justine opened the e-mail and read the short message:

Hello. You don’t know me, but your e-mail was sent to me by a company tracing old family names. I’m not sure if this is going to help you in your search, but my father is named Walter Jackson, and my mother’s middle name is Mary, though no one ever called her that. My dad died some years ago, and my mum left England. I don’t know who Amanda Jackson might be, but I’ve always had as a keepsake from my father a copper bracelet with the name ‘Mandy’ engraved on it. This may or may not help you, but I’d be happy to talk more about it.

The e-mail was signed by “Kelly Bracken,” who supplied her phone number.

Justine read the e-mail several times, then began laughing and crying, at the same time. She felt elated, like she’d won the biggest prize at school or the best bonus at work, then suddenly scared about what to do next. Part of her wanted to ring up Kelly Bracken immediately, and part of her wanted to square it all away; rationalize that her parents had gone, and that so had Amanda.

Then another thought struck her: could this Kelly Bracken actually be her mysterious Amanda?

Once the idea made itself known, Justine held it at arm’s distance. Don’t get your hopes up too high, she told herself. Maybe she is, maybe not. Are you even certain that these are your birth parents? If you put too much hope in this and it doesn’t pan out, you’ll be completely undone.

Elated, yet frustrated, she decided to sleep on the matter and hope for some kind of inspiration.

Justine was sitting yet again at her school desk, scratching geometric designs into the wooden surface. It was one of those old-fashioned school desks with a lift-up lid and an inkwell at the back. She was bored, and could only hear Mr Everrard’s voice drone indistinctly as he talked about the end of the Tudor period.

Pip was sitting on the desk beside her; sitting on the knee of Kevin Bradman and snogging him relentlessly. Her doll’s legs were draped over Kevin’s thighs, and her arms hung limp at her side, just as a good doll’s arms should. But her red-painted cheeks, usually so uniform, were flushed with sexual excitement as she and Kevin kissed and kissed.

Justine was bored. She didn’t like Kevin, and she resented Pip snogging him so much.

“Well, why don’t you snog me instead?” said Pip, swinging free of Kevin, who disappeared along with the rest of the classroom. Justine sighed and walked over to the window by her room, staring out at the red-dappled leaves on the autumn trees in her garden.

“Because it’s wrong,” she said, stubbornly.

“Hmph. It’s only wrong because you’ve never kissed a doll before.”

“Of course I’ve kissed you before,” said Justine, smiling, and thinking of the times gone by when she and Pip shared an intimate kiss in bed together.

“So why not now? Aren’t I pretty enough?” Pip said, pouting her pretty doll’s face.

“Oh, of course you’re pretty,” said Justine, coming over to lay her hand on Pip’s cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her doll’s woven skin. “Much prettier than me.”

“No, I’m not!” said Pip, hotly. The doll reached out and adjusted the towel at the side of the pool they were both lying beside. Justine was not surprised to recall that it was the pool at the hotel where she stayed in Portugal. Pip let her doll’s hand drift over to Justine’s body and began to caress her childhood playmate’s thighs. “We’re just the same, you and I,” Pip remarked, allowing her hand to travel between Justine’s hot thighs. “We’re practically sisters.”

Justine felt Pip’s soft hand delve beneath the fabric of her bikini, and sighed, closing her eyes to the sweet, erotic sensations the doll was giving her.

“Like sisters,” she echoed, opening her legs and feeling Pip move closer to her.

Justine woke up horny. Again. She showered, went to work and then came back, feeling distracted all that day.

That evening, after wrangling with the subject in her head, Justine composed an e-mail reply to Kelly Bracken, asking if she could phone her the next evening. The reply, when it came a couple of hours later, was short and to the point;

I left you my number.
Call anytime after 7.
Kelly

Justine sighed and finished the bottle of wine she’d opened before going to bed. She slept deeply, with no recollection of her dreams.

The next day, she could not wait for seven o’clock to arrive and, when it eventually did, she found that she couldn’t pick up her phone to dial the number. She had to remind herself that this might be her sister, possibly just a link to her parents, perhaps a clue to finding out who Amanda really was… or another dead end.

Anything was possible.

It was that thought, more than anything, that gave her the strength to call. For Justine, finding out about Amanda had become an obsession that she simply had to resolve.

“Hello?”

“….”

“Hello?”

“Is, uh, is that Kelly Bracken?”

“Yes, who’s speaking?”

“It’s, um, it’s Justine Holloway. You sent me a reply to my e-mail about—”

“Oh, yes, hi! You called. I didn’t think you would call!”

The voice was sweet, quite young, and a little on the rough side as far as Justine knew anything about voices.

“Huh. Yeah, I feel a bit silly really, calling you and and bothering you…”

“Oh, it’s no bother. You’ve just saved me from another bloody episode of Eastenders. You could slit your wrists watching that stuff. So how are you? I mean, who are you…?”

Justine barely knew where to begin. And, after twenty minutes of almost constant chatter about nothing in particular, Justine closed the call with a smile on her face. And an invitation to meet Kelly the next weekend. She felt light-headed and dizzy, like a teenager waiting for her first hot date.

She’d felt the temptation to find out, then and there, if Kelly was her actual birth sister… but in the end, couldn’t bring herself to ask such intimate questions over the phone. Too impersonal. She had to meet this woman face to face.

Justine couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Alfie Atkins

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

Marisa Bartlett came from a big family. This had its upsides and its downsides, as she had learned over her fifteen years of life so far.

With ten children, herself included, there was more than enough to keep their parents busy. And despite the massive population, their home was always clean and well-kept, their mother attentive and devoted, their father sometimes brusk but always well-meaning, and all of the children got on exceptionally well, especially considering the amount of teenage hormones flying about the house, with the family members in various stages of puberty.

Marisa shared a room with her sisters Ebonie, who was thirteen, and Carlie, who was sixteen. For the most part, this was a comfortable arrangement. Ebonie was a softly-spoken, rather shy girl who very seldom voiced an opinion, leaving Marisa and Carlie pretty much in charge, which was just the way Marisa liked it.

She and Carlie, being so similar in age, shared such similar tastes that sometimes they surprised themselves with how alike they were. They enjoyed the same food, the same television programmes, the same music, they both loved cats, and both hoped to work in the fashion industry when they left home. Marisa and Carlie spent many hours chatting to each other about life in general, sometimes talking long into the night. They were more like very best friends than sisters, although a lot of people had commented on how alike they looked.

Marisa loved all of her family, but she had a special endearment to Carlie. She often felt that it was only she and Carlie in the house, in the room, cuddled up in bed together in flannel nightshirts as they discussed the sexiest boys and the best celebrities in minute detail.

Carlie would often sneak into Marisa’s bed in the dead of the night when Ebonie was asleep, or vice-versa. Sometimes Marisa would lie awake throughout the night, waiting to feel the cover being pulled back, letting in a blast of cold air — then feeling the warm silky flesh of Carlie’s thighs pressed against hers as she snuggled in tightly.

Marisa loved it when Carlie joined her in bed. It brought them somehow closer, to be snuggled together so tightly that you could not slip a piece of paper between them. It was also somewhat more intimate then a chat sat at a table, or on the sofa. This gave them the perfect opportunity to discuss all of the things that would normally be too taboo to discuss under everyday circumstances. Boys, sex, alcohol, drugs even, nothing was forbidden.

As the years passed, the chats had become more focused on sexual content. Marisa had heard in great detail about Carlie’s ‘first time’, and as she lay there, thigh to thigh with her sister, for a fleeting second she had felt a warmth course through her that was frightening in its enormity. It was wrong to feel that way, even for the briefest of instants, so she shoved it to the back of her mind and concentrated firmly on being her sister’s best friend and confidante, without any kind of weird sexual feelings getting in the way.

Ebonie would snore softly, deep in dreamland as the two of them carried out these secret trysts. Marisa found something quite thrilling in sitting up at 2 a.m., when they should have been asleep, talking in ways that should surely be forbidden. It was kind of cool to have this as their own ‘little secret’, and Carlie, sixteen going on thirteen, seemed to agree.

Both seemed to know instinctively that their parents would not be happy about how attached to each other they had become, and would restrain their affection for each other in public. But as soon as they were snuggled up together, Marisa would lay her head on the soft pillows of  Carlie’s breasts, while Carlie would absently massage Marisa’s slender shoulders. They always enjoyed this bonding time.

In the golden sunny days of summer, Marisa would run hand in hand with Carlie through the wide cornfield near their house. Feeling the wind whip her honey-golden hair around her face, Marisa would feel like the heroine in an romantic novel as they rolled and larked about in the soft yellow corn. They made a little den, and would go and sit on the flattened down corn, one using the other’s tummy as a pillow as they basked in the golden glow of the sun.

Marisa often thought that she would never find anyone as like-minded as Carlie to share her life with. Who else would run through cornfields like a little girl, hand in hand with her, or sit in a den and discuss useless nonsense, when she should have been out frolicking with boys or hanging ’round bike sheds smoking with other sixteen-year-old girls?

Marisa suspected that they both knew more than they cared to admit, though. She certainly did. When she had turned fifteen, Marisa had suddenly felt aware of her body and sexuality in a way she never had before. It wasn’t that she had any interest in any of the boys she met. Quite the opposite, in fact — it was more that she felt her feminine nature radiate from her body. She felt womanly. Her breasts were softening and forming nicely, the nipples tight and coral-pink, her hips were smooth, her thighs gently curving, her centre softly furred, the pulse deep within her secret flesh becoming more prominent.

When Marisa looked in the mirror, she saw a young, attractive, desirable woman, not a silly, soppy little girl. Boys had noticed this desirability, and she was taking advantage of it. She loved to lead them on, tease them, allow them little tidbits before denying them the prize they really craved. She suspected that Carlie would probably approve of this.

So far, Marisa had not actually let any boy go the ‘full way’ with her, although there had been much kissing and fooling around. She delighted in telling Carlie what these things felt like, how she enjoyed the teasing feel of boys’ hands riding up her thighs, grabbing with juvenile abandon at her breasts, poking clumsily at her softness. All this added up to considerable delight, though Marisa felt certain that she enjoyed recounting the experiences to Carlie more than the actual experiences themselves. Her big sister would sit and listen open-mouthed, the tip of her juicy pink tongue on show, her rosebud lips pursed in delight or arousal.

It was around this time that the girls’ began to wonder more about each other’s bodies. One night, Carlie suggested that they masturbate in front of each other, to see what turned them both on. Marisa was a little dubious about this, but also wildly excited. In fact, as soon as Carlie had suggested it, Marisa felt her slick pussy lips rubbing together in eager anticipation. Carlie declared that there was only one rule: they had to do it totally naked, so they could both get a good view of everything.

Side-by-side in Carlie’s single bed, lying so close their sides were touching, they began to remove their nighties and knickers. Marisa glanced nervously over to Ebonie — fast asleep, head lolling, mouth wide open, blissfully oblivious.

By the glow of the lamp by Carlie’s bed, they both examined each other’s bodies thoroughly before starting to masturbate. Marisa thought Carlie had a fascinatingly beautiful body. Her breasts were surprisingly full and curvy, the nipples puckering in the cool air. Carlie’s body had a silky shimmery sheen to it that was most inviting. Marisa could smell the older girl’s sweet skin and desire from where she was.

As Carlie opened her thighs slightly, Marisa’s attention zeroed in on the lush pubic thatch in front of her, its whorl of sandy-brown hair, then the pouting lips, the clitoris just peeking from the top. Marisa felt a jolt of lust course through her sex before she even realised it, and this both frightened and excited her in equal measure. Wasn’t it wrong to be excited by the sight of your sister’s vagina? Marisa decided that she didn’t care. Hell, it was normal to be curious, and besides, they weren’t doing anything really wrong, were they? After all, she was curious to see if what she was doing was the proper way to masturbate… and who better to experiment with than her trusted friend, sister and confidante?

Slowly and nervously, but with growing excitement, Marisa opened the slick flesh of her vagina, feeling the moisture already coat her fingers. Her eyes were focused entirely on Carlie’s pussy. Copying her younger sister, Carlie parted the flesh of her sex, giving Marisa a clear view of her girlish secrets.

Marisa could see the slickness, smell the desire of her older sibling. Wild lust coursed through her body in manic jolts as Carlie began to slide a finger up and down the whole length of her slit, trailing her juices up to her hard, prominent little clitoris. Marisa watched in fascination as Carlie ran her finger lightly around the opening, dipping it into her body just slightly before travelling back up to the clit, then running it back down again.

Marisa wondered if this was all Carlie did. If so, how on earth did she ever come? It would take Marisa hours to bring herself off like that. She had begun to masturbate, too — her finger jerked in rapid circular motions over the whole area of her clit, round and round in a dizzying but totally satisfying manner. This was how she always brought herself off; Marisa had explored her own body enough to know exactly what turned her on. Her finger was wet and sliding about, losing traction on her clit. Marisa could hear the sounds of wetness, the little slapping sounds of her rapidly working finger, but she didn’t care. She was awash with desire, and she realised that watching Carlie getting herself off was utterly thrilling.

Carlie began to pick up the pace of her fingering. Slick flesh shining, she slid her long index finger all the way up inside her juicy softness, while her thumb began to jerk spasmodically on her little button.

Marisa thought to herself that she had to try that — it looked absolutely delicious! As Carlie’s finger slid in and out of her pussy, Marisa watched the glistening juices on it, shining in the lamplight, getting wetter with each stroke. She looks so hot, so gorgeous. Marisa felt a flood of desire leak from her pussy, and her own finger slipped down to play with her virginal opening.

Gently prodding, Marisa knew that she was very, very close to coming. Her finger returned to her clit, and she began to rub furiously, fingers sliding all over the wet flesh, clit so hard and engorged that she thought it might burst. Carlie had begun to moan softly, and this spurred Marisa on even more.

Carlie’s legs were jerking spasmodically as she tensed her calf muscles in readiness for the explosion. Her hips jerked up towards her pumping hand — the finger probing her pussy went into overload, thrusting in and out, in and out, forceful and frenzied.

Marisa felt an orgasm approaching; her nipples began to tingle and throb, and her free hand went out to pinch at them absently. Her pussy began to throb dizzily — slowly and rhythmically at first, then faster and faster, until it descended on her — the biggest climax of her life so far.

She looked over at Carlie, who was moaning in the throes of her own delight, and she was both shocked and aroused beyond endurance to see Carlie’s free hand reach out and prod a finger into her bottom hole.

This was too much for Marisa. “Carlie, I’m coming,” she whispered, feeling the pulse beat burst anew upon her, her pussy throbbing violently, her empty opening sucking hungrily at nothing.

Carlie hissed, “Me too!” through gritted teeth, then jerked spasmodically — her whole body twitching, muscles tensing, then she was suddenly still and limp.

Marisa lay still for a long moment, feeling the last throes of her intense orgasm dying away. Her body felt slick with sweat and heated to almost a burning point. She removed her fingers from her pussy and brought them up to her face to smell them, finding she was excited by this action, and hoping that Carlie was watching her.

She was. Carlie had turned her head toward her sister on the pillow and was gazing at Marisa. The seriousness in Carlie’s eyes was shocking to the younger girl. Her slightly plump cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes glistened, and Marisa thought that she had never looked as beautiful as she did at this moment. Her brown hair swirled around her head in silky swathes, and Marisa felt an intensely powerful desire to reach out and brush it away from Carlie’s face.

But Marisa carefully restrained herself, worried that what she felt for her sister was wrong, frightened that this strange desire would only increase as time went by until they both ended up doing something they regretted. Distracted, Marisa absently began to suck her wet fingers.

Then, when Carlie gently removed those fingers from Marisa’s mouth and took her hand, Marisa was shocked, but didn’t want to move. Carlie pulled her sister’s body into her own, and Marisa delighted in the feel of Carlie’s slick and warm flesh against hers, breast to breast, pubes tickling pubes.

And when Carlie pulled Marisa’s face towards hers and kissed her full on the mouth, Marisa wasn’t sure she could make her stop — or if she even wanted her to…

Continue on to Part Two

By Cassie

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

Justine Holloway sat at her computer terminal and stared, willing herself to smother the helpless anger she felt. It wasn’t working.

“Bastard!” she shouted, the word bursting from her mouth before she’d even had time to think about it. “You bloody bastard!”

Accompanying the shouted swear word, Justine smashed a closed fist against the desktop on which her expensive keyboard and monitor sat. She felt like smashing the screen in front of her, deliberately hitting and destroying the image staring back at her. This time, she restrained herself. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the monitor.

The woman in the screen stared back at her and smiled serenely. Justine wanted to talk to her; reach out to the woman. Speak to her, shout at her, hit her. But all the woman could do was gaze into Justine’s eyes and smile at her. Bitch. Utter, utter fucking bitch.

Justine closed her eyes, reached out with her hand and, by feel alone, pressed the button at the bottom of the monitor to blank out the image. The beautiful blonde woman who was on the screen still stared back at her; the afterimage imprinted inside Justine’s eyelids.

In her mind’s eye, Justine didn’t even see David in the picture, even though he was standing right next to the woman; one arm snaked around her slim waist while the other held aloft a large margarita. Cheers! said the image, with David’s smiling face beaming toward the camera. Cheers! Isn’t my bit on the side beautiful?

Justine had known, for some months, that her relationship with David was less than perfect. She knew her own shortcomings were as much to blame as David’s frequent “long evenings at the office,” or his excuses to spend less time with her at the weekends. But she’d assumed that neither of them wanted to give up on three years’ worth of being together. Three years’ worth of moving back and forward between one flat and another. Three years’ of planning weekends away, of dealing with each other’s friends and family. And yes: three years of occasional romance and wanton sex. But now, looking back at those three years with every effort to wipe the gloss away, Justine knew that she was more upset by the lies than she was about losing David.

Truth be told, her feelings and emotions had been in complete turmoil since the day, almost a year ago, when she found out that as a baby, she had been adopted.

How should she have coped with the knowledge that the parents who brought her up were no more than just two wonderful people who had taken in a cuckoo, yet her birth parents were some distant, anonymous pair who had abandoned or rejected her? What were those birth parents like? What character traits did they have that would explain why Justine suddenly flared up in anger, or broke down in passionate sobs? Justine knew that she was a creature of extremes, and neither of her adopted parents had ever shown such traits.

Frantic searches in government and local records, hours upon hours upon hours of surfing on the internet, whole afternoons spent sitting in dusty libraries had told her only three things; her parents were called Walter and Mary Jackson; they were alive twelve years ago and living in Kent, England, and they had a daughter called Amanda. More than this she could not find out.

It was as if Walter and Mary had fallen off the face of the planet — and of the mysterious Amanda, Justine could find no further evidence. Was she herself the girl called Amanda? Or did she have a long-lost sister waiting to be found?

Despite repeated searches, Justine could not tell. And the effort she poured into this took her away from other things. Her work suffered, her friends became marginal acquaintances, and of course, there was David.

So her relationship with David became distant, even though they plastered over the cracks. Damn it all, she thought, sitting with her eyes tightly shut. It was the lies that hurt more than anything else. So when she had found out the David was seeing someone else, it stung, but not as much as she would have thought. When she found out that the other woman was a beautiful socialite with both brains and money, she could have been jealous, but she wasn’t. When she found the e-mails David had been sending this woman, and had recovered the pictures he thought he’d deleted from her computer, she’d been angry, but controllably so. It was realizing how many times he’d lied to her over the last eight months. How he’d deceived her time and time again, that was the thing that hurt.

Justine realized she was crying. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could, trying to squeeze the tears back inside. But they wouldn’t be denied and eventually, deflated, she relaxed her self-will and began to weep. She sat for a long time at the computer desk in her flat and cried for long, long minutes. She sobbed and heaved all the hurt and grief and pain that David had caused her.

And then she stopped. She looked up and saw her reflection in the dark, blank screen of the monitor. Her curly, fiery red hair, usually caught up and tamed in a functional ponytail, was in a mess. Strands of it hung loose down the sides of her face, bobbing up and down gently. Her face was bereft of any make-up, even the spare lipstick and eyeliner she usually wore. Her pale, freckled cheeks looked gaunt, and her stunning green eyes were red-rimmed and angry.

“God, I look a mess!” she said to herself, dabbing at the corners of her eyes to stop them getting too puffy. On impulse, she reached out and turned on the computer screen. She stared for a long moment at the beautiful blonde woman who was about to become the sole object of David’s affection and attention.

“Your funeral, bitch.” she murmured. But she knew that she hardly meant to insult the woman. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she pitied her. It wouldn’t be long, she felt sure, before David would repeat his antics with someone else.

Justine clicked on her mouse and the image on the screen disappeared. Navigating through her desktop, Justine fired up her internet connection and began to browse. She was moving swiftly from upset, to angry, to abandon. What her best friend, Beth, would call “a ‘fuck-it’ moment”. She clicked onto a number of travel websites, looking for a destination to catch some late-summer sun. One place in particular stood out more than any others. It promised long beaches with a small tourist population. Beautiful scenery, wonderful food and the best European wine.

“Portugal,” Justine said, clicking on the button to book some tickets. What she needed was a break from it all. And that was damn well what she was going to give herself.

[Justine’s journal]

The plane is noisy, and hot. There had been a problem with the air conditioning, the pilot had said. Ever so sorry, the stuck-up stewardess had said. Not much we can do about it, the junior steward told us at last. So for two hours we’ve been fanning ourselves with booklets and magazines, drinking iced water and trying to ignore the heat. I tried to sleep, couldn’t, then tried to think about my situation as objectively as I could. Maybe I could patch things up with David? No. It had gone too far. I’d never trust him again. Would I trust anyone, after finding out I had parents who would abandon me at birth??

I have a seat by the window, and watched all of five minutes scenery between breaks in the grey clouds. The Bay of Biscay, stretching out a blue carpet of unbroken blue, lay far below me. I hope that Portugal won’t be cloudy.

The sun, when the plane landed, scorched Justine’s delicate skin with a mid-summer intensity even though it was the beginning of October. The Englishwoman quickly dabbed on some sun cream and took off the long sleeved top she had just put on after getting out of the hot plane. She grumbled at the heat, then checked herself and grumbled at her own bad temper. Just travelling to Portugal hadn’t stopped her anger with David, nor solved whatever other demons were lurking in her mind.

Not having been to Portugal before, and not having one word of the language to her credit, she did what most people would do and went to the information desk in the main terminal.

“Hello. Hola. Do you speak any English?” she asked, her voice exaggerated and slow. The middle-aged, moustachioed man behind the desk smiled woodenly and shrugged.

“Um. I, er, need a hotel to stay in? A hotel?”

“Hotel?”

“Yes, hotel. Can you recommend me a hotel?”

“You at hotel?”

“Yes please. A hotel.”

“Which hotel?”

“Pardon?”

“Which hotel you at?”

Justine felt a headache coming on. “I would like a hotel. To stay in. Can you help me?”

“Help me?”

Justine sighed. “You need help,” she muttered. She fumbled around in her large handbag for the battered old 1950’s Portuguese phrase book she picked up at her local charity shop. It was at that point that the moustachioed man smiled at her again and walked away.

“Wait! No, don’t go. I’ve got a book. I-”

“Can I assist you?”

Justine turned at the voice. It was low, but distinctly female, with a very cultured, clipped accent that only just gave it away as coming from a foreigner. Standing to the left of where the moustachioed man was, closing a panel door behind her, was a tall, smart and very attractive woman.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Justine said, putting the book down by the table top. “I thought I wasn’t going to get anywhere.”

The woman smiled, dark red lipstick stretching across her full lips to make a slightly sardonic look. She had short blonde hair, tied up in a strict bob, and long, slender fingers unadorned with rings. Justine thought there was something ever so slightly masculine about the woman, but couldn’t pinpoint it on such an attractive frame.

“José can help with lots of things, mainly electrical problems… but his English isn’t so good.”

Justine felt her cheeks begin to redden in sympathy with her hair. She had just been trying to negotiate with one of the maintenance crew. “Oh gosh. I feel really silly!” she said.

The blonde woman shook her head slightly, indicating it was nothing. “You were looking for a hotel, perhaps?”

“Yes, please. I’ve just come out for a week at the last minute, and haven’t booked anywhere.”

The blonde woman tapped lightly at an unseen computer keyboard beneath the desk and checked the monitor in front of her. “You’re in luck,” she said. “Three weeks ago I’d have struggled to get you a spare bed in the YWCA.”

Justine barked a laugh. She felt the stress and tension begin to slip from her shoulders. The blonde woman carried on tapping at her keyboard for a few moments, then looked up.

“Okay,” she said, “there’s a couple of places with decent rooms available. What’s your price range?”

“Um, something more than budget, but less than presidential suite.”

The blonde woman smiled again, probably having heard that line more than a few times in the past, and looked back at her monitor. “Are you travelling alone?”

“Oh, yes. Most definitely.” Justine couldn’t help the acid in her own comment.

The woman looked up at Justine, locking eyes with her for the briefest of moments, and smiled crookedly. “Shame,” she said, returning her gaze to the monitor in an instant.

With a start, Justine realized what the woman had just said. Was she coming on to me? Oh my God, that woman was coming on to me! Justine shelved that thought, wondering why she was more flattered than concerned.

“There’s the Alsacon,” the blonde woman said. “It’s a very nice place, with good value rooms, but it’s a bit out of the way of the beaches. There’s the Pino Sol, which is close to the main town. It gets pretty noisy at night, but is close to all the main bars, etc. Or there’s the Puerta Riggio; a much bigger hotel with a large pool and lots of in-house facilities.”

Justine bit her lower lip, thinking. “Which one would you go for?”

The blonde woman raised an eyebrow. “If it were me, I’d go for the Pino Sol, but only because my favourite bar is very close to there.”

“What’s it called, this bar?”

“The—the Columbus,” said the blonde woman, momentarily flustered by the question.

“Pino Sol it is, then,” said Justine, brightly. “I’ve come here to get away from the humdrum, so a little noise and life would be good.”

The blonde woman smiled again and made some more delicate tapping on the keyboard. Within a few moments, she printed out a receipt and took Justine’s card, her manicured finger brushing against Justine’s.

She’s definitely coming on to me! Justine thought, giggling inside. For the first time in weeks, she actually felt butterflies in her tummy. God, I need for this break to be fun, she thought.

The blonde woman finished her admin, and returned Justine’s credit card, then leaned across the desk a little, pushing a brochure toward the Englishwoman. She turned a few pages and indicated toward a small map of the town.

“It’s here, by the main strip of shops, which is handy by day, and the bars along this street,” she said, tracing her painted fingernail along a small town map. “The hotel has a small pool, but is close enough to the beach so most people use that instead. They have a restaurant, but there are many places nearby that serve good food. I think you’ll like it.”

“Thanks.” Justine put the papers into her bag, along with the battered old Portuguese phrase book. “Maybe I’ll see you at the Columbus bar then,” she added, smiling.

“Maybe,” smiled the blonde woman. She held out her hand. “I’m Rosa.”

Justine took her hand and shook it, noting that it was a strange kind of masculine way to end a meeting. Rosa’s fingers were soft, and a little longer than Justine’s, and the blonde woman squeezed Justine’s hand just a little bit before breaking off. Not for the first time, she was a little shocked, but kind of liked the feeling.

“Bye,” she said, smiling for the last time. She was sure she saw Rosa wink back at her.

Justine, buoyed now by a much better mood, walked out toward the main doors to catch a cab, passing Maintenance Mario on the way. “Goodbye!” she called to him, waving.

He looked up, puzzled, raised a hand and probably wondered why all the strange foreigners picked on him.

The Pino Sol was not, it had to be said, the finest hotel in the world. Nor in Portugal. Nor in town.

In fact, Justine reflected, looking at the peeling paint on her bedroom wall, it probably ranks in the lower quarter of local hotels. The shower looked like it needed replacing, and the TV was a very old model, but the sheets were clean and it was, as Rosa had indicated, close enough to the main strip where all the clubs and restaurants were.

Justine, her good mood slightly deflated, unpacked her things and sat down on her bed to collect her thoughts. Shopping or beach? Walk about or catch up on her sleep?

In the end, she decided to head down to the hotel pool, small though it was, and chill out there for a while. It was late afternoon, and although the sun was still blazing in a clear blue sky, it had lost its intensity from the day, and Justine thought it was an ideal time to start working on the beginnings of a tan for her pale, creamy skin.

She changed into a bikini David had bought for her last year; a simple yellow outfit with gold edging that she thought she looked okay in. It showed off her legs (which she considered her best asset, given the pounding she gave them on the street during her daily jogs), and the bikini top pushed up and together her smallish breasts, giving her a slight cleavage to be proud of. She wrapped a sarong around her waist, picked up her towel, book, sun cream and water bottle, and set off for the pool.

It was quiet down by the pool. An older couple were snoring quietly on sun loungers, and a dark-haired girl was sitting on another lounger, shaded by a large parasol, working on a laptop computer. She was slim, but with a bigger bust than Justine’s, wearing a small white vest top and black shorts, cut high to her hip. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes and her dark hair fell around the young woman’s face.

Justine set up her towel on a sun lounger a few feet away from the brunette, and started to cover her skin with the protective cream. When she had done enough, she lay back and picked up her book. She started feeling drowsy almost straight away, and put the book down, turned over and lay on her tummy. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bikini top and let the straps fall to her sides. She rested her head sideways, toward the older couple snoring on their loungers. She was just thinking about what to do for dinner when sleep stole up and claimed her for its own.

She woke up, sometime later, with the sun dipping down toward the rooftops of the houses nearby, and heard a noise behind her. She twisted on the lounger and saw that the brunette had gone, replaced with a nervous young man who was fiddling with the brunette’s laptop.

Justine squinted, rousing herself from her slumber, and the man saw her. He smiled nervously and said a few words in Portuguese. Justine, aware of how close he was, re-clasped her bikini top and sat up. At this movement, the man struggled furiously with a CD or DVD tray on the side of the laptop.

“Hey, is that yours?” Justine said.

The man, sensing a problem, got up from the lounger, checked over his left and right shoulders, smiled at Justine, and wandered off in a hurry. Presently, the brunette came back to the lounger and began to frown. She tapped a few keys in irritation, and started looking around her.

“There was a man here a moment ago,” Justine said.

The brunette looked round at her. “Pardon?”

“I said there was a man here a moment ago. A young man. He was fiddling with the DVD tray. I think—oh, sorry. I don’t even know if you speak English.”

“I speak English,” said the brunette. “You said there was a man here?”

“Yes. He was trying to open the DVD tray. He looked a bit nervous.”

The brunette swore in what might have been Portuguese, then sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Justine said, feeling for the woman. “I didn’t know—”

The brunette shook her head and offered Justine a conciliatory smile. “It’s not you,” she said. “Thank you for looking out for it. I suspect he was after the stuff on my hard drive.”

“Oh.” Justine ran out of words. The brunette closed her laptop lid and looked round, smiling anew. Another pretty girl, thought Justine.

“Are you staying here at the hotel?” asked the brunette.

“Yes. I only got here this afternoon.”

Justine sat up and, remembering the blonde woman at the airport, held out her hand. “I’m Justine.”

The brunette barked a small laugh and reached out to take Justine’s hand. “Very formal!” she said, slipping her fingers against the white skin of the Englishwoman. “My name’s Jan.”

“Are you on holiday too?” asked Justine. Jan smiled a slightly crooked smile. Her sunglasses still hid most of her features.

“Kind of,” she said. “I’m Portuguese, but used the late sun to get away for a while.”

“Just needed a break?”

“Yeah. I run a website and never have enough time to keep it up to speed, so I decided to get away for a while.”

Justine picked up her water bottle and took a swig. “Tell me about it. I know a webmaster at work who is always — always — complaining about not having enough time. What kind of website is it?”

Jan smiled, almost shyly, and looked at Justine through her sunglasses. “It’s a — it’s a kind of self-help group for women. It — um. Actually, that’s not explaining it very well. It’s a forum, basically, for women to share ideas, stories and testimonials. It’s — it’s –”

“Complicated?”

Jan laughed again. “Yes, complicated! Where are you from?”

“Brighton, in England. They call it ‘Little London’ over there because it’s so similar to the capital.”

“I’ve heard of it. I have a webpal who comes from there, I think. It has the big Indian palace there, yes?”

“That’s it!” said Justine, smiling. “The Brighton Pavilion. Awful place. Full of tourists.” The two women saw the unintended joke in that at the same time, and laughed.

They talked for a while, until the sky darkened a little, then Jan said she had to go. She said she’d be out by the pool the next day, if Justine wanted to catch up or go shopping or something.

Justine said goodbye, read some of her book, then went back to her room to get changed. The air was still warm, so she changed into shorts and a vest top like Jan, then went out looking first for some food, and then to get a drink. Without thinking about it, she had the Columbus bar in her mind.

It was a hot and noisy bar, everything Justine expected she would find at a Mediterranean resort packed with young tourists. The floor was hardwood, but slicked with so much spilled drink she had to keep steady on her high-heeled sandals.

After retiring back to her modest room from the pool, Justine had changed into a new little red summer dress she had bought just the other day. It was cut high on her right leg, slanted so that the hem drew down to her mid thigh on her left. It was a simple design, with elegant straps over her shoulders and a Lycra underbodice that kept her breasts in place without the need for a bra. Cool, a little stylish and definitely club-wear. She’d decided against any fancy hair or make-up arrangement, just tying her hair back in a ponytail whilst applying her best lip-lock red lipstick and a little mascara. After all, she wasn’t an eighteen-year old on the pull anymore, right?

Justine reached the bar and caught the eye of the young barman serving the drinks. He gave her a quick, professional nod of acknowledgement. “Sol?” he asked, reaching behind him to the refrigerator stocked with the favourite gold coloured lager.

Until that moment, Justine was going to order her usual tipple; a vodka and orange but, hearing the barman say the word, she suddenly felt a flash or Latin impetuousness and nodded, smiling. “Sol, gracias,” she added.

The barman threw her a tired smile. “There you go,” he said, handing her the bottle, a thin slice of lime corked into the top of it. Justine handed him 5 euros and he didn’t return any change. She was about to question it when she had second thoughts and decided that fighting over the price of a drink wasn’t the first thing she wanted to do that evening. She’d just have to pace herself.

She turned round to the main bar area, and scanned the beautiful young things dancing, talking, shouting and snogging shamelessly. It reminded her exactly of a trip she went on five years ago to Ibiza; lots and lots of young people, mainly tourists, getting as drunk as they could, as quick as they could. It brought back a lot of memories for Justine, but somehow she felt that she’d moved on as a person since then.

She finished her drink thinking about this, and ordered another one. Again the barman gave her a chilled Sol, and again she gave him a 5 Euro note without change. She drank that one too, slowly feeling the effect of the alcohol begin to loosen her senses, and inhibitions. She finished her drink, then got up to dance to some retro 1980’s track the DJ was playing.

She stayed out on the dance floor for a while, losing herself to the music and the crush of the people dancing around her. When, eventually, she went back to the bar, the lazy-eye barman pulled out another bottle of Sol and handed it to her. Somewhat flustered, Justin went to open the tiny handbag slung securely over her shoulder when the barman held out a hand.

“No, no,” he said. “Is from your friend.”

Justine frowned, then looked over to where the barman was now pointing. Her gaze drifted, then locked onto the eyes of Rosa, the woman from the airport. Her face lit up with the recognition of a recent friend.

“Rosa!” she waved. The blonde raised her hand in reply, then beckoned Justine over. After grabbing her drink, Justine pushed her way over to the other woman.

“Is good, no?” said Rosa, smiling sardonically as the Englishwoman made her way next to her. They kissed on the cheek and Justine felt that tingle of something — something almost naughty about being so forward with someone. The two women looked one another up and down.

Despite the heat of the evening, Rosa was wearing a body-hugging mini-dress, in soft lime green with a shoulder-less top. She had on open-toed high heel sandals like Justine, and looked fabulous. Justine told her so. Rosa beamed at her and reached out, brushing the side of her hand against Justine’s hair.

“You too, I think!” she shouted as the music boomed around them. The two women beamed at each other, then Rosa beckoned Justine closer.

“Would you like to dance?” she shouted, into Justine’s ear. Justine nodded, and the two women put their bottles down and headed off to the main dance floor.

The 80’s tracks were still booming, and Justine felt herself letting go to the music; reacting to the beat and rhythm of the tunes. She and Rosa danced around each other for some time and, at the end of one song when Rosa slipped her arm around Justine’s waist, the Englishwoman didn’t mind. She didn’t mind at all.

Another spell dancing, and two Sols each later, and Justine was perfectly happy with the way Rosa’s manicured, painted fingers had slipped from her waist to rest across the curve of Justine’s ass. Justine caught herself smiling and staring into the eyes of the attractive Portuguese woman, and it came almost as a relief when Rosa leaned forward and brushed her lips against Justine’s lips, returned there and kissed her more deliberately.

Justine’s heart was racing. She had only ever kissed one girl before; at a party in university where she and Amy McDonald had dressed up as identical twins for Amy’s fancy dress party. The two had got drunk and, in front of a whole bunch of Uni friends, snogged as a dare for the boys.

But this time was no dare, and as Justine welcomed Rosa’s tongue into her mouth, and felt Rosa’s hand tighten its grip on her ass cheek, Justine felt her resolve drift away.

They kissed for a long time, then Rosa placed her lips beside Justine’s ear and shouted in a loud whisper;

“Is too hot. Want to grab some air?”

Justine nodded, shivering despite the heat as Rosa took the opportunity to nibble Justine’s ear.

They walked out, hand in hand, and when they spilled out into the street, the cool night air hit Justine almost immediately.

“Whooo,” she said, steadying herself on her feet. Rosa laughed and caught her up in a clinch.

“Too much Sol, yes?”

Justine giggled, then closed her eyes in the hope to stop the world spinning. She felt Rosa’s lips against her neck and suddenly felt a wave of eroticism wash through her.

“Is too cold?” said Rosa, whispering into Justine’s ear. “You want to go somewhere else?”

Justine grinned, thinking that she wouldn’t mind taking Rosa back to her hotel room. As it happened, she didn’t have to.

When Justine woke up the next morning, in a different bed in an unfamiliar room with her head beginning to beat out a tattoo of revenge inside her skull, she wondered briefly who the fuck the other woman in bed with her was.

Justine lay back down for a moment, trying to shake the angry cobwebs from her mind. She felt down her body and wasn’t surprised to find that she was naked. Reaching out gingerly beneath the sheet, she touched the woman beside her and felt the soft warm skin of the woman’s ass. She pulled her hand back, only then realizing that the woman was Rosa, the attendant from the airport, and that she and Rosa had danced and drunk together, then kissed, walked through the streets hand in hand and—

Justine felt the dryness in her mouth. She shifted a little in bed and felt an ache in her groin. Jesus! she thought. It felt like she’d been fucked by an elephant! And her pussy was not the only place her body felt used. She brought her hand up to her left breast and gingerly touched the nipple. It was tender, much more so than usual, and reacted to her own touch. What had she been doing? How drunk had she gotten?

She slipped out of bed, away from the woman lying next to her, and carefully stood up. With this last movement she felt the final part of her intimacy call her attention. Justine had only anal sex twice before. It was not an experience she would choose on a regular basis, but both times she’d enjoyed it, despite the discomfort both during and after the sex. Her ass felt just the same as it did after those two times, and Justine felt her face begin to redden at the thought of what debauchery she’d got up to.

She gathered her clothes — strewn carelessly on the floor — and crept out. Mercifully, Rosa was still asleep, and did not wake even when the bedroom door creaked.

Justine dressed herself in the unfamiliar hallway outside, then chose some steps to descend in order to find a way out. She walked down the narrow staircase and saw, with some relief, a front door at the bottom of it. She stepped toward it but was stopped by some movement behind her.

She turned, heart in her mouth, and stared at the tall young man standing bare-chested at the other end of the hall. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a lean, well-toned figure.

“Don’t look so frightened,” the man said, with a smile. “There are no ghosts here.”

Justine recovered herself a little, but inched closer to the door, just in case.

“‘I’m, er, I’m Justine,” she said, smiling as best she could. The man nodded in reply.

“Ah, so that’s your name. Rosa didn’t even tell me. But then again, she does not always know her girlfriends’ names herself.”

“I’m not sure, I—I mean, I don’t know what you mean,” Justine stammered. The young man grinned.

“She was right, though. You are a pretty one.”

Justine reached for the door handle behind her. “I have to go.”

The door opened, and Justine darted through it to the street beyond.

“Hey!” shouted the man, behind her. “Hey, what do I tell my sister?”

Justine fled down the street, clutching her bag to her chest and trying to breathe normally. What the hell had she done? What the hell had she gotten into? She’d never had sex with a woman before! Never! And now, not only did it feel like she’d been fucked by an access-all-areas elephant, but someone’s brother was involved, too. Had the man who said he was Rosa’s brother had sex with her too?

Justine had no way of knowing. She would never have accused herself of a one-night stand before. She would never have thought she’d had sex with another woman before. But last night seemed to change everything.

She went back to her hotel, trudged up to her room and took a shower. She cleaned and probed her sensitive areas, worried sick. But, on closer examination, she had no cuts, bruises, welts or scratches. If she’d had sex — as she was sure she had, in several intimate places — it was certainly not forced on her.

And that made Justine reconsider. She had come to get away from her old life. To get away from the humdrum, and the shit of a relationship turned sour. So was this her liberation? Was this a new chapter? Was she now able to abandon herself to guilty pleasure? It seemed so, but despite the shower, Justine felt fuzzy and sore.

She locked her room shut from the inside and went to bed. She slept for another eight hours, and it was late afternoon when she awoke feeling much fresher.

Justine decided to head down to the hotel swimming pool and cool off a little. She took her towel, book and water bottle with her, and made her way down. The poolside was empty when she got there, and the weather was just as hot and sunny as the climate promised. Justine set herself down on one of the hotel loungers and read her book for a while. She’d worn her gold bikini and a sarong, and the warm air began to make her feel drowsy, despite the sleep she’d only just had. She put down her book and lay back on the sun lounger, covering her eyes with her dark sunglasses and dozing.

She came to some time later, as the sun’s rays were dipping below the line of the houses around her. She heard splashing and, for one moment, thought it was the waves of the sea come to tickle her toes. She had been sunbathing once, on the beach in Brighton, and had fallen asleep only for the rising tide to wash over her belongings and soak both them and her. She was quite sensitive to the splashing of water since that time.

But here it was not the sea, but only the water in the hotel swimming pool catching her ear. She sat up, grabbing her water to take a swig. In the pool was another young woman, swimming away from her with a powerful breaststroke movement. Justine watched the other woman reach the end and turn, swimming back toward her. The other woman reached for Justine’s side of the pool and stopped. She bobbed up and down in the water, dipping underneath the warmish waters to cool her brow. She made eye contact with Justine and smiled, folding her forearms over the pool edge to steady herself.

“Olá!” she said. “Justine, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said the Englishwoman. “And you are… Jean?”

“Jan,” corrected the other. She raised an eyebrow to the sky. “It seems this is the time for us to meet, when the sun is going down, isn’t it?”

Justine smiled and nodded. There was something quite friendly and reassuring about Jan. Justine had only met her once, but they seemed to get on, and there was no dangerous sexual frisson between them, unlike the other woman, Rosa. Even thinking about the tall, handsome blonde made Justine feel uncomfortable.

“You will guard my computer for me?” asked Jan, giving a crooked smile and nodding toward a sun-lounger to Justine’s left.

“That’s my job,” Justine replied. “Computer security system.”

Jan laughed and bobbed back down into the water. “Two more laps,” she said, “then I can pretend I’ve done some exercise.”

Jan finished her swim, then climbed out of the pool close to where Justine was lying. Justine watched her emerge dripping out of the water, wearing a stylish one-piece bathing suit. With her dark hair and olive skin, Jan seemed every bit the local girl, and Justine wondered if Jan knew of the places like Columbus, whether she too had succumbed to some wild holiday romance in her own country.

Justine watched out of the corner of her eye as Jan wrapped a towel around her body, dabbing at her hips and torso. She let her eyes wander up and down the dark-haired woman’s form and wondered first if Jan ever gave strangers such cool appraisal. Then Justine caught herself and wondered why she was now checking out other women when, a couple of weeks ago, she would never have entertained the thought, let alone get up to whatever it was she did with Rosa last night.

“Have you had any more problems with your laptop?” Justine asked, once Jan had settled into her own lounger.

Jan looked across and turned toward Justine, smiling a little. “Not so much people as time,” she said, mysteriously. “I find that people are difficult, yes. But time is the thing that is the biggest problem. Too many things, not enough time, right?”

“They used to say that about women; ‘too many women, not enough time’.”

“You said this?”

Justine shook her head. “No, I think it was George Burns, the old actor. I — I wouldn’t know what to think.”

Jan paused for a moment before saying, “Is a bad time for you?”

Justine didn’t answer at first. She was thinking about the whirlwind of the last few days; the revelation of David’s lies, the gnawing problems of her missing birth parents and the mysterious “Amanda” and, of course, the fairly shocking recent memories of being seduced by a lesbian and getting up to some serious sexual play with the woman — which she couldn’t even remember!

Jan, taking this hesitation as a message that she had overstepped the mark, held up a hand. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” She turned away from the Englishwoman and reached for her laptop.

“No,” said Justine, “Wait. I—” She faltered again, grappling for the words she wanted to say. Really, she wanted to let it all out; wanted to unburden her troubles just to clear them a little from her mind. But that would be unfair on this poor lady who had just come down to the hotel for a swim. Or maybe Justine should use this as an opportunity to confide in someone. She was hardly going to see this Portuguese lady again after the holiday, right? And Jan didn’t have to listen if she didn’t want to.

“I’ve recently broken up with my boyfriend. Actually, my almost-fiancée,” Justine said, at last. Jan gave her a tight smile and inclined her head. “Is never easy breaking up,” she said, non-committal.

Justine barked a laugh. “To be honest, that was the easy part! I’ve just — I’ve just had a — you know, holiday fling with someone. Here.”

“Already?” Jan asked, eyebrow arched. “Very quick work. You must work in stocks and shares, right?”

Justine laughed, feeling the burden across her shoulders beginning to lift already. “Not just any fling,” said Justine, smiling. The next words from her mouth came almost involuntarily. “One with a woman.”

There was a pause, and Jan gave the Englishwoman a cool look. “Your first time?”

Justine paused, then nodded. “I was so drunk I can’t even remember it!”

“What was she like? This mystery woman?”

“Oh tall, blonde. Short hair. Great, you know—” Justine cupped her breasts for emphasis. Jan held up a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle.

“I am sorry. I don’t mean to tease. But you must know this is an incredible thing. Your first time — with another woman, right?”

Justine smiled distantly. “Yeah.” The gravity of it still hadn’t really sunk in. She had been thinking all along about whatever unknown sex acts she’d got up to without thinking much about the fact that Rosa was her first girl-girl liaison. Surely that didn’t make her a lesbian now, after one erotic night’s work? Justine’s head could not yet process that thought. Instead, she went on the offensive. It was a cold, business like tactic. But it backfired somewhat.

“Have you had a holiday fling yet?” she asked.

“No,” Jan said, smiling impishly. “But it would not be for the first time with a woman.”

“Not for the fir— Oh.” Justine was taken aback, but only a little. She found she was more intrigued about the prospect of this new friendship with Jan than about the thought of her being a predatory lesbian.

“You have a girlfriend?” she asked the dark Portuguese girl.

Jan went to answer, then stopped. “You have a boyfriend?” she asked in reply.

Justine looked down for a moment. “I, uh—I was engaged, to be married. Until very recently. But my boyfriend was seeing someone else. For quite some time, I think. It’s all a bit complicated.”

“Such is life,” said Jan. “Some things are more complicated than others. And now there is your fling too, right?”

Justine groaned. “Oh, don’t remind me. Things couldn’t get more complicated!”

Jan shifted on her lounger, drawing her tanned legs up to her belly. “You have a sister?”

“A sister?” asked Justine, frowning.

“Yes. Do you have a sister?”

Justine narrowed her eyes. “Wow,” she muttered. “You really know which buttons to press. Uh — I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”

“Because things could be much more complicated than your current situation,” replied Jan, a note of seriousness in her soft voice.

Justine gave her a quizzical look, and Jan seemed to pause for a long moment before answering. She was, perhaps, having similar thoughts to the Englishwoman’s earlier ones: Here is someone who I can speak to quite easily. She is on holiday and I’m unlikely to see her again. Perhaps I can be open with her.

“My work,” continued Jan, shifting again to face Justine more directly, “is more complicated than I suggested.”

Justine wracked her memory for what she could recall Jan had said the other day. Some kind of… self-help website?

“I run a website for women to talk and share about the love they have with other women. A love that — how you say — ‘dare not speak its name’.”

Justine nodded absently. So Jan runs a lesbian website? It certainly didn’t sound very taboo, not in this day and age. “I see,” she said.

Jan smiled crookedly, a stray lock of her dark hair spilling over her right eye and giving her a sultry look. “No, you don’t, I think.”

She paused again before continuing. “You said your love life was complicated, and I asked if you had a sister.”

“Yes, but I don’t see what — Oh.”

Justine and Jan looked at each other for a long while in the deepening Portuguese shadows.

“Do you—” asked Justine, in a small voice, “do you have a… a complicated sister?”

Jan laughed brightly; a soft, pretty laugh that lit up her face. “Si! I have a very complicated sister! But not one whom I consider complicated in that way. But many of the women on my website have sisters, and yes; there is love between them that some would say is wrong.”

“Well, it is wrong,” said Justine, flatly.

Jan arched her eyebrow. “Is it?” she asked. Her gaze bored into Justine’s eyes and the Englishwoman found she could not easily look away. What was this foreign girl saying, that love between two sisters was acceptable? That this kind of incest was okay?

“I mean, I suppose that sometimes sisters can be close, and maybe — maybe when growing up there is some, you know, experimentation or something.” Justine was desperately trying to think of any articles or news stories she had read about this kind of thing. “But that’s kind of normal, I suppose.”

“And other love isn’t?” asked Jan.

“Well — I mean, it’s just wrong!” Justine said, hitting a mental brick wall.

“Okay, let us put it this way. Women are naturally more affectionate. And passionate. And the bond between sisters is a very close one, right?”

“I — well, I suppose,” said Justine.

“Good. So we agree. And sisters can fight and bitch like no others, right? I do with my own sister sometimes!”

“Okaay.”

“So why is it so strange to think that two sisters can express their love, their passion, in sexual ways? If there is no coercion, if there is no rape, and if there is no chance of a genetic mismatch to make children, so what of it is wrong?”

Once again, the two women stared across the short distance between them for a long moment, taking in the quiet rustles of the early Portuguese evening.

“You’re serious?” said the Englishwoman.

Jan nodded. “Yes. I am. The Internet is not just good for news sites and conspiracy sites and pornography. There were many doors opened for people to talk to each other, about even the most taboo of subjects like this one.”

“There are really sisters who sleep with each other?”

“Yes! Not many, I suppose, and for many different reasons, but still they do. And it is not all about rampant sex like in adult films. Sometimes, the people on my website have a very quiet love for their sister, and do nothing more than hug, or kiss.”

“So this site is like one of those social networking websites?”

“Not quite,” said Jan, the twinkle in her eye. “But I have tried to fit as many things in it as I can. There are the testimonials of women brave enough to share their own, true stories. There are others who invent or write fictitious stories. Reviews of books and films that cover the subject of love between sisters. Many things.”

Justine was, admittedly, a little taken aback. Had it been in her own home, on an ordinary day, without the knowledge and hurt of David’s infidelity, she would not have listened to the pretty Portuguese woman. To be honest, she would probably not even listened as much right then had she not been thinking about her memory-blocked antics of the previous night. But she couldn’t deny that she’d changed a little since coming to Portugal.

She had let herself be seduced by another woman — unthinkable! — she had gone back for a one-night stand and felt sore in numerous sexual places — unheard of! — without any proper recollection of her evening, and she may even have slept with the woman’s brother  — unimaginable! So, given that, listening to an ordinary, young and slightly serious young woman talking about her website for women who sleep with their sisters didn’t turn her away. In fact, she felt strangely drawn to the subject.

Justine and Jan talked a little more about the many scenarios Jan had heard of regarding the love between two sisters. They talked until the shadows in the sky filled the air with darkness, and overhead lamps buzzed into life around them.

Jan excused herself after a long while, and Justine went back to her room to shower and change. She decided to go on a more quiet, sober night out that evening. Away from the main strip, finding a bar, maybe, or a restaurant on the seafront.

She only took a quick shower then, wrapped in nothing but a towel, went back to her bed and sat on the edge. She’d meant to go to her wardrobe to look for some clothes to put on, but her head felt fuzzy and a sudden wave of tiredness swept over her. She lay back onto the bed, and then drew herself up to the pillows. She pulled the soft towel open, exposing herself to the cool air of the room, closing her eyes to the feeling of the warm moisture on her skin evaporating into the air. Her red hair spilled out like a corona around her head and, as she trailed a fingernail up and down her bare belly, sleep stole up and claimed her.

Justine was running down a corridor, like the one she remembered from her secondary school days, and she was late. She looked around her, thinking how much the corridor reminded her of her school, then realized that she was wearing her old school uniform again. That drab, dreary pleated tartan skirt. The formless, drab white shirt and the plain white socks and flat court shoes.

She also knew, without checking, that she was wearing a thong; that mildly exciting, mildly naughty piece of underwear that was her only rebellion to the drab uniform. Her hair streamed out behind her; caught fast in a ponytail with a thick band. She had no bag or case in her hand, but she was late and knew she’d be in trouble.

Without rhyme or reason, the corridor changed into the wood from her mind’s eye when she read The Hobbit many, many years earlier. She peered round the bole of a huge tree and looked to see if there were any monsters there. Her heart was pounding, and she was anxious that the other girl behind her didn’t lag. Justine reached down and brushed the hilt of her long dagger, sheathed down the outside of her knee-length calfskin boot. It was there, safe and secure. The hem of her short skirt tugged at the top of her thighs, and Justine felt the tickle of a leaf against her leg.

“Come on!” she hissed, glancing behind her.

The other girl was there, smaller yet similar to Justine, with long straw-blonde hair. It was Pip, Justine’s favourite doll from her childhood. The doll with the long hair and no knickers when Justine had dared to first peek under the skirt the doll wore. But this time, Pip wore a long, pleated skirt like the ones Justine wore at school, and it was slowing her progress in the undergrowth.

“I can’t!” said Pip, and Justine immediately felt somehow annoyed at the tinny voice. But she could not leave her.

“It’s not far now,” she said, as encouragingly as she could.

“I just want to go home!” said Pip. “I just want to go to bed and get cuddled.”

“Too late for that. Look! I can see the cabin!”

And there, through a clearing in the woods, Justine saw the log cabin that she knew was their sanctuary. “Come on!”

She took the now-alive doll by the hand and ran through the trees into the clearing and up to the door of the solid wooden cabin. She flung open the door, pulled Pip through and slammed it shut, ramming the sturdy bolt home. The two girls stood there for a moment, catching their breath. Pip kept whispering, “Thank you! Thank you!”

“That’s okay, Pip,” Justine said, smiling. The two women embraced, Justine grabbing up her living doll in a cuddle like she always used to in bed at night. Strands of fiery red-gold hair spilled and mixed together as the two girls cuddled into each other’s embrace.

“That’s it, now. We’re safe now,” Justine murmured.

Pip looked up at her momentarily; a dreamy smile on her face. “Thank you, ‘Stina,” she said, leaning forward to kiss the other girl lightly. Justine smiled back, suddenly very warm and happy. She felt Pip’s arms around her waist, felt the crush of Pip’s small but perfectly rounded doll-like breasts against her own, and knew that the hug was leading somewhere.

Pip trailed her hands down the small of Justine’s back until the Englishwoman felt them slide down the curve of her buttocks to the edge of the hem on her short skirt. She buried her face into Pip’s neck, tightening her arms around the living doll and breathing in the soft, sweet smell of the girl’s straw hair. She felt Pip’s fingers tug at the hem of her skirt, and lift it up over her buttocks, exposing them and the red thong she wore. Pip’s hands smoothed over Justine’s bare backside, then delved between them, teasing the little bud of skin at Justine’s anus.

“We can’t ever tell Mummy,” said Pip, as she probed her fingers between Justine’s legs.

“Of course not, Pip,” breathed Justine, feeling Pip’s soft fingers explore her most tender regions. “Of course we can’t.”

Pip shifted her head and the two met each other’s lips, kissing. At first their kisses were soft, wisp-like; the tender red skin barely touching. But the nearness of such intimacy gave them a passion neither girl could ignore. Their lips met, and crushed, more passionately and, as the day turned to dark around them, Justine felt that she was losing herself to Pip in the most extraordinary way; reveling in the touch and taste of the doll-girl’s tongue snaking and exploring inside her mouth.

It was so natural. So taboo and yet so natural making love to Pip. Of course they were young. Of course they were both only girls. And of course, Mummy should never know. That would be terrible.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Anne

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

“Hon, your father and I are leaving now. We left some money on the counter if you girls want to order a pizza or something later. Your sister and Jamie are in her room studying. Be good.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom, have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late, we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

After my parents left, I went upstairs to my room. On the way, I could hear my sister and her friend Jamie giggling in her room. Sometime later, I heard the front door open, and I knew that Jamie had left.

“Whatcha watchin’?” My sister asked as she burst through my door.

“Nothing, really. Did you guys get any studying done in there?”

“Not really. Jamie was on about her new boyfriend.”

I didn’t say anything and just stared at the television.

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Me either.” She flopped down next to me on my bed. “I’m bored.”

Again, I ignored her.

“Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

“I know what a virgin is. Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, Jamie was telling me that she had sex with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to seem as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“So, you told her you’re not a virgin.”

“Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell her I was either. I mean, I’m almost 19, and I didn’t want to seem lame or something.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“So, you’re still a virgin too.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST FORGET IT! I’M SORRY I EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO YOU! NEVER MIND!”

She got up and stormed out of my room. I heard her slam the door to her bedroom, and turn the radio on loudly. I felt bad for dismissing her the way I had. I guess I just wasn’t used to talking to my sister about anything serious. I figured I should go and make things better.

I walked into her room and turned off the radio. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, and hugging her pillow.  “What do you want?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

“I know. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. You shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“I don’t. Well, at least I didn’t until Jamie told me about her boyfriend, and I just wonder, I mean I want to know what it feels like.” I sat next to her on the bed, and she continued. “I’m probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin on the planet.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” I paused for a second, contemplating what I should say. “It hurts like hell.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

“You’ve done it before?”

“Just once. And it hurt real bad. It wasn’t anything like I expected.”

“Who was it with?”

“Do you remember that guy John I went out with in high school?”

“The guy with the long hair that you met at Ashley’s party?”

“Yeah.”

“Him?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god! He was foul! I can’t even believe that you even went out with that loser.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? He was just different, I guess. Besides, he was kind of cute.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Alright, maybe not.” We both laughed.

“I can’t believe that you did it with him.”

“Believe me, I’d much rather have forgotten all about it. I wish it never even happened.”

“So, what did it feel like?”

“I told you, it hurt.”

“That’s it? It hurt? Jamie said it’s like the best feeling in the world.”

“Well, I mean some of it was nice, but mostly it was just, I don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t what I expected.”

“What did you like about it?”

“Well… I can’t believe we are talking about this. I don’t know. I liked when he kissed me. He kissed my breasts and…”

“And what?”

“Well, he… you know…”

“He went down on you?”

“Yeah.”

“What did it feel like?”

“It felt good, I guess.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“No. He wasn’t really… I don’t know, it was kind of fast, and not really doing it right, I guess. Then he just wanted to stick it in me, and it just hurt from there on out.”

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Of course I have, just not from him.”

“So, with who?”

“With… well… no one… you know.”

“No. How?”

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you’ve never… had an orgasm?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Haven’t you ever, you know, played with yourself?”

“Oh my god, you do that?”

“Oh my god, you don’t?”

“No. I mean I… Once It felt… well, I felt… I don’t know, and I touched it, but, I don’t know, I just felt stupid.”

“Oh sweetie. My god, you must be going crazy. There’s nothing to feel stupid about. Everybody does it.”

“Really?”

“Really. I can’t believe you’ve never done it. Don’t you ever think about sex?”

“Yes, all the time.”

“And doesn’t it get you horny?”

“I guess so. I mean, yeah.”

“Let me show you something.”

I walked over to her computer and turned it on. I got online and punched up a web site all about female masturbation. We scrolled through all the different sections. We got to a part of the site where different people would write in and describe their favorite methods. As we read through, I would comment on each one, telling her which ones I liked, and which ones to try.

After a while, I started to feel really comfortable with her. I know it sounds strange, her being my sister and all, but we never talked about this stuff before, obviously. I also noticed that the topic of conversation, and the stories of all these different women pleasuring themselves was getting me in the mood for a little “self love” of my own.

“I can’t believe you’ve done all these things!” She must have said that like ten times. “How about this one?”

“Yeah. I told you, I’ve read this before, and tried most of these things.”

She just laughed, and continued to scroll through the stories. I could tell she was intrigued by what she was reading, and judging by the way she was fidgeting in her seat, I think she was getting a little horny as well.

“Well, I think my work here is done.” I stood up to leave. “Have fun. Let me know if you get hungry; mom left money for pizza.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I thought I would go back to my room, so you could do your homework!” I laughed.

“Oh my god! I’m not gonna do this!”

“Why not? I think you probably should. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. You’d better get to it or you might explode soon.”

“Very funny. I’m not doing this while you’re here.”

“Well, that’s why I’m leaving…”

“No, I mean… It’ll be weird. I mean, you’ll be in the next room, and you would know what I was doing, and I… That would be weird.”

“Would you rather I go downstairs then?”

“NO! It won’t make a difference if you walk to Alaska, you’d still know what I was doing.”

“Okay, well, suit yourself. I’ll be in my room, playing with myself!”

“SHUT UP! No, you won’t!”

“Why not? This whole conversation put me in the mood. And besides, I’ve just told you everything I do. I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of anymore.”

“So, you’re just gonna go in your room and masturbate, knowing I’m right here?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. See, now you won’t know for sure, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of!” I laughed again and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” My sister got up, ran towards me and hugged me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know how it goes.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. Just as I was about to walk out the door she stopped me again. “Anne?”

I turned to face her.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“I don’t know. Sex stuff, I guess.”

“Do you ever think about girls?”

“Sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“You do? Are you…?”

“No! I like guys! But I think about women sometimes too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Sometimes I’m a little curious to know what it would be like, I guess.”

She didn’t say anything, and I could tell she was thinking really hard.

“Whatever you think about when you do it is okay. It doesn’t make you weird or anything, and the best part is that it’s just for you to know. That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean? What about you?”

“I mean… never mind. Forget it.”

“What? Tell me. What about you?”

“Do you ever think about… me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I surely didn’t see that one coming! And the truth was that I actually had thought about her before.

It was the first time I think I ever really admitted it to myself. Ever since last year, we were swimming together at some friends of our parents’ house. She looked pretty sexy in her bathing suit, and I even caught a few glimpses of her tits when her suit slipped down after diving in the pool. Ever since then, images of my sister would sneak their way into my thoughts when I was masturbating, and usually brought me over the edge, harder than ever. I just thought maybe it turned me on because it was something so wrong, and… I don’t know, “taboo.”

I had to face the fact that I did indeed think of her that way sometimes, and I hated myself for it. And to make matters worse, I realized that it was probably not just the topic of conversation that had me turned on so much that afternoon, but the fact that it was my sister who added to my sexual excitement.

I was lost in my thoughts.

“Never mind. That was a stupid question.”

Not really, I thought to myself. God, if she only knew! There was no way I could tell her. She’d probably think I was a freak… But… then why did she ask?

“Why?… I mean, why did you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t! It’s just that… well, when you said you were gonna go do it, I thought about you… I mean, I thought about you doing it… and… it… well, it kind of… I don’t know… I’m sorry. Please, don’t think I’m weird, I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all. I guess it’s pretty normal. I mean, we just spent like two hours talking about stuff with each other, I’m sure the idea of it turned you on a little bit. It’s okay, you’re not weird.”

“So, thinking about my own sister while I play with myself wouldn’t be weird?”

“Okay, maybe it is, but then I guess we are both freaks.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you wouldn’t be alone in having those thoughts.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt my stomach jump. I thought my knees would give out and tumble me to the floor. I grabbed on to the door frame for support, and we both stood in silence for a good minute. “Well, I guess I’ll be in my room if you want me.” We both laughed out loud, and that eased the tension greatly. “Well, you know what I mean.” I turned to leave, but then stopped. “Unless…” I turned around to face my sister who was now sitting on the bed.

“What?”

I walked toward my sister and sat next to her on the bed. I slowly reached my hands up to my breasts, and started to pinch and squeeze my already stiff nipples through my T-shirt. I stared directly at her and watched as her eyes darted hurriedly across my chest. I quickly slid my shirt over my head, and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce freely in front of her. After throwing the clothes on the floor, I resumed teasing my bare breasts.

Her mouth hung slightly open, her eyes finally settled on mine. She followed my lead, and her hands began clumsily stroking her breasts through her shirt.

I slid one hand down and began rubbing myself between my legs through my jeans. I was pressing hard through the thick denim, but was not getting the full effect. I stood up and quickly slid my jeans to the floor. I got back on the bed and knelt just a foot from my sister, naked except for my panties. I thrust my hips forward, arched my back slightly, and let my hands resume their previous positions on my body. I gasped slightly when my hand met my cotton-covered pussy.

My sister’s eyes were still rushing over my body, trying to see everything at once, as her hands, now more rapidly, fondled her breasts almost as if on their own. I could see a small dark spot growing on the cotton shorts between her legs.

I slowly brought my other hand down from my breasts and rolled my panties down, exposing the bare skin just above my pussy. I slid both hands down the front of my underwear, moaning at the familiar feeling of my own touch. I gently stroked my throbbing clit with one hand, as the other sought out my opening and gently slipped a finger inside me. My hips began to move back and forth in rhythm, my eyes never leaving my sister’s.

My mind was spinning with lust as I masturbated for my little sister, who was frozen in her place in front of me. She was obviously enjoying the show. My breasts pressed together between my arms, as my hands busily worked on my aching pussy.

“Take your clothes off and join me. I’ll show you what to do.”

She jumped when I spoke, and her stare moved away from me as if she was caught looking at something she shouldn’t have been.

“It’s okay, hurry.”

She moved slowly as if she were in a trance, and removed her shirt and bra. Her tits were magnificent. Soft and firm, with beautiful light pink nipples pointing straight out. They were at least a full c-cup, and shaped perfectly. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and slid off her shorts. Her feet briefly touched my legs, and we both jumped as if we had crossed over to something we shouldn’t have. She pulled her legs back quickly, and tucked her knees tightly into her chest.

“It’s okay, let me see.”

She slowly slid her legs back out, and let one clumsily slip off the bed. My heart raced as my eyes fell on her neatly shaved pussy. I almost came right there. I quickly pulled my hands out from between my legs and leaned towards her. I pulled her foot underneath me and rested my pussy against her toes. She tried to pull her foot away again, but I held it there until she gave in.

I grabbed her hand and put it over her pussy, and guiding it with my own, I began to slowly move it up and down. She gasped and twitched as her own fingers touched her clit for the first time. Her hand began to move on its own, and I let go.

In an almost curious manner, her other hand grabbed for my breast, and she began to squeeze lightly, and her touch sent shocks through my body. I flinched slightly, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

“It’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

I grabbed her hand and placed in back on my tit, and her hand began to lovingly caress my nipple. The sensation was indescribable, and I immediately threw my hand back down my panties and started to rub my clit as fast as I could.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the wet crackling of our fingers rushing over our pussies.

I was nearing my orgasm when I had noticed both my sister’s hands grabbing at my tits. Without thinking, I pulled her head towards me, guiding my tit into her mouth. Her lips clasped around my nipple, and sucked like a starving baby looking for milk. My other hand instinctively made its way between her legs, and sought out her clit. She screamed through a mouthful of my breasts when my fingers glided across her clit. It felt wonderful to touch another pussy.

She threw her arms around me and bucked her hips uncontrollably as I fingered us both to orgasm. I came first, and almost fell right on top of my sister, as my whole body felt like it would collapse from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. My sister came moments later. I held her close to me as her body shook and bucked under my touch. I whispered words of encouragement to her as she came, all the while never releasing my tit from her eager mouth. She finally collapsed in my arms and fell backwards, pulling me on top of her.

My natural instinct kicked in, and I put my lips to hers. She met me with no resistance, and soon our tongues were swirling around one another’s in a frenzy of lust.

Our kissing became more comfortable, more passionate. We began to lick and bite one another’s neck and ears, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. We were both obviously so caught up in the passion of the moment, that we never even had time to think that what we were doing was wrong in any way. We didn’t contemplate our actions, or the repercussions that we would most likely be faced with afterwards. We just let ourselves become consumed with the intense passion and lust filling us, and it was beautiful.

As our kissing grew more intense, we let our hands wander, and explored each other’s bodies. My hips were soon grinding against my sister’s, her hands pushing and pulling me across her bare pussy. She pulled at my panties, indicating to me to remove them. I lifted my ass in the air, and we both slid them down my legs and off. I slowly lowered myself back on top of her, and shivered as my bare pussy pressed down on her neatly trimmed mound. Our breasts mashed together as we both began grinding our hips into one another. Her hands grabbed firmly around my ass, pulling me into her, as she thrust her hips to meet mine.

We fucked hard for several minutes, but we both needed more. I worked my way down my sister’s body, until my lips were inches away from her swollen pussy. I could feel her shaking with anticipation as I teased her waiting pussy, gently running my tongue over her lips.

Momentarily unsure of myself, I gently explored every inch of her pussy with my fingers and tongue. I gently slid my finger inside her, as my tongue focused on her swollen clit. I tried to concentrate on how It would feel of she was doing the same thing to me. As she began to react, I knew I was doing something right, and I grew more confident and aggressive.

The taste of her pussy was intoxicating. I can remember thinking that I never knew how guys could ever do this to a girl, and how gross it must be, but now I understood. I couldn’t get enough of her. I removed my finger from inside her, and fucked her with my tongue, straining to get as deep as I could. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. I let my fingers slide across her clit, and she was soon bucking her hips and moaning loudly. I could feel her tighten around my mouth, and my tongue was soon bathing in a flood of her juice. I struggled to get every last drop, but her legs were soon clasping around my head, and she was pulling me away from her.

“Stop! I can’t take anymore!”

I knew she had become sensitive, and moved away from her begrudgingly.

She struggled to speak between gasps of air. Her chest was pounding into the air, and her head was rolling back and forth. She quickly placed her hand over her pussy as soon as I moved my head away.

“Oh my God, that was fucking awesome.” Her body tensed up, as her legs stretched out in front of her. “It still feels like you’re there.” She squealed as her body shook and she gasped for air.

I knelt beside her, stroking her arm in comfort, as she slowly began to settle down. I couldn’t help but feel proud of a job well done.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.” She spoke softly, and her voice was cracking.

“Me either,” I said, smiling.

“Not bad for my first time, I guess.”

She tried to sit up, but I put my hand on her chest and held her down. She didn’t resist.

“Let me do you.”

“There’ll be plenty of time later. Just relax.”

I lay beside her and pulled her close to me. She rolled into me, rested her head on my chest, and began to drift off to sleep. I gently stroked my clit until I came again, trying hard not to make a sound, and soon fell asleep myself.

I woke up a few hours later. The room was dark and I was alone. It took a few seconds for me to remember why I was there and what had happened earlier. As I thought about it, my stomach jumped, and I couldn’t help but smile. I picked my head up to see where my sister could have gone. I pulled myself out of the bed. My muscles ached. I didn’t bother to dress, as I headed out of the room looking to see where my sister could be.

The house was dark and quiet. I realized I was starving, and went to the kitchen to order a pizza. When I got there, I noticed that the money Mom left was missing. I really wanted to be mad at my sister, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset, so I just shrugged it off, and decided to take a shower.

I had just got under the hot water when I heard the front door slam shut. A few minutes later, my sister walked into the bathroom.

“I got dinner. Hurry down before it gets cold.”

She shut the door before I could answer. I was a little put off by her abruptness, and wondered if she was regretting what had happened. As I washed up, I also wondered why I wasn’t. I thought that it was probably to be expected that we would feel ashamed about the things that happened, but I didn’t. On the contrary, I felt amazing, almost invigorated, and I started to feel that maybe she didn’t feel the same way. I hurried out of the shower, to find out.

As I opened the bathroom door, I heard my sister’s voice as if she was speaking to someone, and familiar giggles coming from the kitchen. I instantly felt a wave of relief wash over me as I recognized that she was with Jamie. Most likely, it was the reason for her abruptness. I quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and headed downstairs.

“Hey, Anne. I went to get us some pizza, but Jamie talked me into Chinese.” She gave me a little smile, assuring me that everything was okay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself along,” Jamie said.

“The more the merrier,” I said.

My sister quickly rolled her eyes in my direction to indicate that she had no choice in the matter. I had already figured that out for myself.

Jamie has been friends with my sister ever since they were young. She’s a nice girl, but she’s always been a little… pushy, shall we say? She’s the kind of girl who has always “been there and done that,” and knows everything about everything. Other than that, though, she’s okay.

I sat myself down and dug into a box of lo-mein, as we listened to Jamie go on, seemingly without breathing, about how her boyfriend stood her up that evening to go hang out with his friends. My sister and I pretended to be listening, as we exchanged smiles across the table. Jamie continued, not missing a detail, as I buried my foot in my sister’s crotch under the table, delighting in her obvious lack of comfort. She glared at me across the table, telling me with her eyes to cut it out, and I just smiled back at her with a mouth full of noodles.

“…And I would probably just forget about him, but he’s really good in bed. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

This seemed to catch our attention.

“Yeah? He’s that good?” I asked.

“Oh my God, he’s amazing!”

“Does he make you come every time?”

“Anne!”

“What? She said he was amazing. I just wanted to know!”

“The other night I came like four times in a row!”

“Four times! Wow, that’s pretty good! How big is he?”

Jamie gestured with her hands to indicate he was about six or seven inches long.

“Not bad,” I said. “Why don’t you loan him to my sister, she could use a good man to fuck her. She’s still a virgin.”

“ANNE!”

“What?”

Jamie was silent for the first time since I’ve known her.

“I can’t believe you!”

I could tell my sister was mad, but not really. I think she also found it tough to get mad at me the way she used to.

“What? It’s no big deal!”

She didn’t say anything, and Jamie took it as an opportunity to jump in.

“You can fuck him if you want. I know he wouldn’t mind. He’s always asking me if you would be into having a threesome.”

“See, there you go.”

“Eeeew… are you serious? He wants to us to have a threesome?”

“Well, of course! He’s a guy! Every guy’s fantasy is to have two chicks at once.”

“She’s right about that, sis!”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I think I’ll pass,” said my sister.  “That would just be too weird.” I laughed so hard, I almost shot noodles out my nose. They both just stared at me. “Besides, I get all the sex I need.”

“I thought you were a virgin?” Jamie asked.

“Well, technically I guess, but I’m satisfied.”

“Playing with yourself in the bathroom doesn’t count, you know. Although it is fun!”

“I’m not talking about that. In fact I don’t do that either.”

“So then how are you satisfied? What, are you gonna tell me you’re a lesbo?” Jamie laughed to herself. My sister raised her eyebrows and shoveled some food into her mouth. “Oh, please! You are so full of shit! I’ve known you forever! I think I’d know if you were a lesbo! Who could you possibly be fucking that I wouldn’t know about? There’s no one we even know who would be into anything like that…”

“Well, if you must know, I fucked Anne just this afternoon, and it was awesome. My sister ate my pussy so good I almost passed out! As a matter of fact, I was planning on returning the favor after we ate.”

I was completely shocked! I couldn’t believe she just said that to her best friend, as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

“You’re fucked up!” Jamie said. “That’s just gross!’

My sister laughed. “You asked!”

“Oh, right! I’m supposed to believe you and your sister fuck each other!”

“First of all, she is not gross, and if you don’t believe me, ask her.”

She grabbed my foot, and I pulled away immediately, banging my knee hard on the table.

“She’s had her foot buried in my pussy for the past fifteen minutes, rubbing my clit with her toes! And I probably would have come if she kept it there!”

She reached under the table and grabbed my leg, almost pulling me out of my chair and stuffing my foot back into her crotch.

Jamie sat speechless once again, as it became obvious to her that my sister wasn’t lying. My sister just kept on eating as if nothing ever happened. I sat in disbelief, staring directly into my container of food, pretending as if nothing was happening. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation, and struggled to keep from laughing. Jamie just looked back and forth at both of us in disbelief, waiting for a sign that we were kidding.

“Oh, please. You are so full of shit! You actually almost had me believing you fuck your own sister!”

“Suit yourself. You don’t have to believe me.”

“Cut it out already! You’re grossing me out!”

No one spoke.

“Okay then. If I’m supposed to believe you and Anne are lovers, then prove it!” Jamie sat back with a knowing smirk on her face.

“I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t care if you believe me or not!”

“That’s what I thought!” Jamie said. “Now, cut it out.”

I looked up across the table at my sister and smiled, as Jamie went back to her food. My sister caught my eye and smiled. I quickly threw myself over the table and planted my lips firmly on my sister’s. We were soon making out, obviously swirling our tongues around one another’s, and putting on a hell of a show. My sister grabbed me firmly by the back of my head, as I reached across and gave her tits a firm squeeze with both my hands.

“Oh, my God!” Jamie said. We ignored her as she quickly jumped up from the table. “That’s fucking gross!”

My sister broke our kiss and turned to face Jamie. “I told you I wasn’t lying.”

Jamie stood there with her mouth open in disbelief.

“You should stick around, and we could have a threesome. I’m sure my sister won’t mind.”

“The more the merrier!” We both laughed.

“C’mon, Jamie. She’s amazing! Let her eat your pussy while I eat hers. It’ll be fun!”

Jamie ran out of the house so fast, we barely saw her go. We both laughed so hard we almost passed out.

“I can’t believe you told her all that!”

“Well, I didn’t expect her to actually believe it! And I really didn’t expect you to attack me! I was only bluffing!”

“So, what are we gonna do now? She’ll probably never talk to you again!”

“I’m not worried.”

“Well, what if she goes and tells all your friends.”

“She won’t. And besides, who’s really gonna believe her?”

“So, what do we do now?”

My sister smiled and pulled me into the living room by the hand and threw me on the couch. She pulled my shorts off, and my pussy buzzed with anticipation. She quickly spread my legs apart and dove her tongue into my pussy. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She licked and sucked my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed two fists of her hair, and my ass flew off the couch slamming into her mouth as I exploded hard. It felt as if her tongue was in my belly, working to get every last drop out of me.

I opened my eyes briefly, and caught a glimpse of Jamie out of the corner of my eye, standing behind my sister. Her eyes widened, and I noticed that her hand was down in her pants, furiously working between her legs. I pulled my sister’s head up from between my legs, and turned her around in Jamie’s direction.

“That’s so fucking hot… uuugh.” Jamie came, and fell down to her knees, as she continued to rub herself for all she was worth.

My sister and I got up and helped Jamie stand up. She looked at both of us, then smiled as we hurried upstairs to the bedroom.

The End

In the House

By Amy K.

My aunt and uncle went to bed at about 12:30 am, and sent the rest of us off to our rooms. I, as always, was fortunate enough to be sharing Samantha’s bed. Tabitha, however, was in the room just across the hall from us. We knew that it would take about half an hour for their parents to fall asleep, and in the interest of plausible deniability we had Tabitha wait in her room until then.

Samantha and I passed the time lying in each other’s arms and talking. We quietly discussed our plans for what was to come, and tried to comfort each other’s nervousness with gentle caresses and soft kisses.

At about 1:00 am we could hear my uncle snoring, even from down the hall. As always we giggled at the thought of Samantha’s mom wearing earplugs against the ruckus.

We waited a few moments longer to prepare ourselves for the undertaking, and tried to contain our sudden mutual need to giggle with nervous anticipation. But finally, as Samantha took my hand, and led me to the door, I knew that there was no turning back.

“Ready?” she whispered.

I nodded, and gave my cousin a quick kiss, squeezing her hand reassuringly as I did so. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, and gulped loudly as Samantha pulled open her bedroom door.

Outside in the hall it was mostly dark, except for the silvery light from the moon outside, shining dimly through the ancient tree that mostly obscured the hall window. Above my uncle’s snoring we could hear the rhythmic sound of crickets, and used the noise to cover our quiet footsteps across the hardwood floor to Tabitha’s bedroom.

Samantha paused just outside her sister’s door, and took a deep breath as she grasped the doorknob. She glanced over at me with a nervous smile, and mouthed the words, “Here we go,” before turning it and pushing open the door.

Inside Tabitha’s bedroom the air was slightly cooler. Glancing around I noticed that both her windows were wide open, and a gentle breeze was blowing at the curtains before moving on to play across the flimsy fabric of Samantha’s nightgown. I smiled as I noticed her nipples stand out against the material, and would have said something if not for the intense look upon my cousin’s face.

I followed my cousin’s gaze, and saw sweet little Tabitha asleep in her bed. The girl seemed so innocent lying there just under a single sheet, the sound of her soft breathing almost as alluring and inviting as the way her almost shoulder length dark red hair framed her young pretty face.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear with a soft whisper as I held her from behind.

“Almost breathtaking,” she agreed wistfully and reached back to caress the side of my face affectionately, “She reminds me a little of you when we’re younger. I almost miss you being so innocent.”

“Yeah,” I agreed thoughtfully, “But I never much liked being naïve. I’m glad you there to teach me. I very much doubt I’d be the same person today without your guidance, Sam.”

My cousin sighed happily and leaned back a little to increase our physical contact. “I love you,” she whispered almost to herself as I slowly ran my hands closer and closer to her breasts.

“I’d be lost without that knowledge as well,” I added, giving Samantha a gentle kiss on the neck, “And yes, I very much love you too, Sam, I really do…”

We both stood there quietly for several minutes holding each other, watching Tabitha as she slept, peacefully oblivious to our voyeurism or the fact that my fingers were slowly and carefully running across her older sister’s breasts until her nipples ached for my touch.

I smiled contentedly as Samantha slouched a little and held her breath. She tilted her head back and towards me, letting me hear her softly breathed exclamations in my ear. Her sweet voice increased slightly in pitch as I finally took both of her hard erect nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them.

In response my cousin reached back with both hands, lifting up my nightgown to take hold of my ass cheeks and squeezed firmly as I fondled her teasingly. “Harder…” she breathed, but I knew what I was doing.

Samantha’s nipples were notoriously resistant to pressure, and the harder I squeezed them, the more she seemed to enjoy it. But for the moment, I was content to simply rub them gently between my fingers, occasionally applying just enough pressure to twist them and cause her to shiver with excitement. I kept her there for several moments, enjoying the way she kneaded my small firm bottom with her strong fingers. I knew that my cousin was probably getting moist between her legs by now, as I seen her on several occasions come merely by having me fondle her breasts and tweak her sensitive nipples in just the right way. In fact, I was curious to see just how quietly she could come, seeing as I’d neglected to close the door behind us.

I couldn’t help giggle at my own sense of naughtiness, and wondered if perhaps my cousin would take me over her knee on the next occasion that we found ourselves alone together. The thought sent chills through me, and I inadvertently pinched Samantha’s nipples as hard as I could all at once, causing her to gasp loudly and bite down a little painfully on my earlobe.

Her whole body shook visibly for a few seconds as she turned and pushed me up against the wall. In our somewhat awkward position Samantha pinned me in place with her body as she tried not to cry out. I could feel her tongue playing across my ear as she panted softly, as she squeezed my ass harder, and rubbed her own against me in time with her breathing.

I could only push back against her, spreading my legs as best I could, trying to allow her motions to rub against my clit as I twisted and pinched her nipples in random patterns.

“Oh, oh yesss..!” Samantha hissed, suddenly biting her tongue and letting out a short, cute little whine, as the sensations I was invoking became completely undeniable.

“Do — ohh! Do you like it?” I inquired, my breathing becoming almost as irregular as Samantha’s in response to her rubbing her body against mine, while I watched the sleeping form of her sweet little sister.

“Oh! Mmmm, are you ever going to get it, li-! Oooh, little girl!” she managed and brought her hands back up to guide my fingers.

I knew that I’d been neglecting the better part of her nicely shaped C-cup breasts, but my cousin made certain that I made up for my indiscretion by pressing against my fingers, urging me to fondle and knead the entirety of her tits. I teasingly resisted the pressure that she applied to my fingers, pushing back and not allowing Samantha the sensations she truly desired.

My cousin made a low sound of mock disapproval, forcing my fingers down hard against her skin. I giggled quietly in her ear, and gave it a teasing nibble as I let her close to of my fingers on either side of her nipples.

Samantha gasped loudly, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as I squeezed her nipples as tightly as I could, then twisted them between my fingers. I felt her stagger a little, so I began pressing up and down upon the entirety of her firm breasts in a random pattern so that my cousin would have just a bit more to focus on.

“Mmm. So good…” sighed Samantha, her breathing becoming a steady panting as I continued to coax her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Do you suppose she’s really asleep?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear, causing my cousin immediately reach down with both hands and take a firm grip of my hips as her body writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh, don’t…” she pleaded in a whisper, and I could feel the sweat that was forming on her brow as my cousin tried to kiss me on the lips but only managed to hit my cheek, “You know I can’t handle… ohhh, Amy!”

“I know, my love,” I teased, twisting both her breasts in opposite directions with my firm but gentle grip, “but just think… Little Tabby may have her hands under her nightie and we’d never know! She might be silently playing with her sweet little pussy as she watches her big sister coming… Do you suppose that anything so naughty is possible from someone as sweet and innocent as Tabitha, Sam?”

My cousin’s whole body shook almost violently as she stood like a statue for several moments. I couldn’t even hear her breath as my cousin closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

“You okay?” I giggled mischievously, hoping to make her slip up just a little.

Instead, though, Samantha pulled herself away from me suddenly. But, before I could react, she had spun around and had grabbed me by the upper arms, forcing me back and pinning me to the wall that separated her sister’s and parent’s rooms.

I resisted the urge to giggle as Samantha almost roughly brushed my hair out of eyes with both hands as she pressed herself against me. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of her lovely green eyes full of lusty desire before she pressed her lips firmly against mine.

I sighed contentedly into her mouth as my cousin ran her fingers around the back of my head and held me in place as she began pressing her hips against mine. In response, I spread my legs a bit and met her awkward thrust halfway.

“Mmm, I like this!” I panted, our kiss momentarily broken due to our height difference.

Samantha managed to return my sly grin as we simply watched each other for several moments while she moved up and down against my pussy, causing my shirt to ride up. I gasped as I felt my suddenly exposed slit rub up against my cousin’s dark red curls.

“You’re not wearing panties,” she commented, tilting her head to one side questioningly as she continued to move against me.

“I — Ah! I didn’t think I’d need them,” I managed to whisper, grabbing hold of her upper arms for support.

“Good!” my cousin chuckled, “‘Cause neither did I!”

I could feel myself blush at her comment, and suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Samantha, though, had been expecting my usual reaction, and took the opportunity to reach down and grab my thighs. She then bent at the knees, and hefted me up.

I gave her a wide-eyed expression of amazement as she held me up against the wall. My cousin smiled back, pleased to see that I’d underestimated her strength, and resumed rubbing herself against me.

This time, though, our height difference was made up for by my precarious position, so I felt Samantha’s lips press against mine with renewed passion. Her tongue quickly found mine, as I lifted my shirt to just above my stomach to allow for greater skin contact before taking hold of my cousin’s shoulders to assist in her endeavor.

“Oh, man!” I giggled, pulling away for a brief moment, “It’s almost as though you’re fucking me!”

“Yeah, I — I know,” she panted in return, shaking a little as she began pressing harder against me, and picking up speed, “Isn’t it great? Oooh… I should have thought of this sooner!”

I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming as my cousin’s clit rubbed against mine, but managed to reply after a time. “Maybe, Oh! Mmm, maybe we can find your mom’s dildo again sometime,” I offered.

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed me just before lifting her head. “Oh, yeah! Maybe…” she gasped, shaking and shuddering as she held her breath against the sensation that was filling her very being.

“Shh! Not so loud, sil- Oh! I-!” A similar sensation gripped me at that same moment, and I lost my train of thought, as the only thing in the world to me was my beloved. Her firm body moving against mine, bringing us both to orgasm at about the same time.

For what seemed like an eternity, we both held each other tightly, motionless except for the quivering of our bodies. I pressed my lips firmly against Samantha’s, finding her tongue as I whimpered a little, trying desperately not to cry out as she moved ever so slowly against me once again. I found myself digging my nails into her back as my cousin’s breasts rubbed their way across mine, and tweaked my nipples ever so slightly as her coarse pubic hair ran across my clit.

“Mm! Ah-! Stop!” I gasped, turning my head to the side, and nuzzling Samantha’s neck. “I can’t take it!”

My cousin giggled quietly, and slowly let me down. “Mmm… that’s okay,” she whispered lovingly in my ear, and gave it a gentle nibble, “My arms were getting sore.”

“Then I’ll just have to kiss them better,” I giggled, hugging her a few moments longer.

“Well, then I think it hurts in a couple of other places too,” Samantha replied slyly.

I sighed contentedly, and looked up into her eyes. “So tempting…” I whispered, and glanced over at the sleeping form of her sister, “But shouldn’t we keep our little promise?”

“Oh, I suppose so,” Samantha said in mock despair, “A woman’s work is never done!”

“If this is my job, I never want it to end!” I giggled, giving her a quick kiss before slipping out of her arms and creeping over to Tabitha’s bed as I lifted my nightgown up over my head. I then tossed it on the floor, and glanced over my shoulder at Samantha. “Coming?” I inquired teasingly.

My cousin took a deep breath, and nodded as she watched me standing naked in the moonlight next to her sister. I smiled, and glanced down at the little girl’s pretty face. “So sweet…” I murmured quietly, and knelt beside her, “Almost like a little you, Sam.”

Samantha smiled, and nodded. “Kinda,” she replied quietly, and walked over to the end of the bed, where she carefully knelt down, and took the blanket in her hand, “Only much more innocent.”

“Not for long,” I commented, and gave Sam a reassuring smile, “But don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” my cousin whispered, looking a little worried.

“That’s okay,” I assured her, “Enjoy Tabby all you want. I know who your heart belongs to, I know who you really love.”

She smiled and reached over to take my hand. “Thanks,” my cousin said quietly, “Now what do you say we wake Tabitha up the fun way?”

I squeezed her hand and nodded. “You bet!” I giggled, and turned my attention once more to Tabitha.

The girl was asleep on her back, her shoulder length reddish hair still in pigtails. Her breathing was slow and steady, as she slept her dreamless sleep. Glancing over at Samantha, I saw her lift the blanket off the bed before pulling it over her head. Her sister murmured softly in her sleep as Samantha’s soft lips pressed against her slim calf muscle. I knew that she was kissing her way up Tabitha’s legs in the same zigzag pattern that I’d taught her, and that it was only a matter of time before her little sister was awakened due to the sensations.

I quickly decided what I was going to do, and carefully placed my hand upon Tabitha’s left breast. I was barely able to breath as I felt the small firmness just beneath the blanket and nightie. I shook my head, and tried to banish the queasiness that I felt as my heart raced.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I thought, leaning down towards the girl’s slightly parted lips.

As I touched my little cousin’s sweet lips for the first time, I felt my entire body ignite with a tingling sensation. I could feel my pussy dampen, my nipples standing at attention as I slowly and carefully extended my tongue. As I tasted Tabitha’s lips for the first time, I had to reach down with my free hand and literally shove two fingers inside myself. The sensation of doing something so wild drove me absolutely crazy.

I pressed my lips a little closer, reaching underneath the blanket to take careful hold of the girl’s small breast. I sighed as I realized just how soft and perky Tabitha’s breasts were, and played my tongue across her teeth before entering her mouth entirely.

It was at that point that Tabitha woke up. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed my wrist and gave me a panicked look.

“Shhh…” I soothed, pulling reluctantly away from her soft lips, “It’s okay, it’s just us.”

Tabitha nodded, and met my gaze a little nervously. “Wha-What’s Sam doing to me, Amy?” she asked innocently as I carefully rubbed her nipple between my fingers as I lightly fondled her breast.

“I’m fairly certain that she’s licking you,” I told the little teenager, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, “Does it feel good?”

Tabitha glanced down at the large bulge in the blankets that marked her sister’s position. I was fairly certain that Samantha had pushed her sister’s nightie up over her waist and had pulled down her panties before assaulting little Tabby’s pussy with her tongue.

The girl glanced down at where her sister was and nodded. “Yeah, it feels kinda neat,” she replied, and looked back up at me, “Is this what you and Sam were doing earlier today?”

“That among other things,” I giggled, and leaned down to give her a soft kiss upon the lips.

Tabitha looked up at me afterwards, her eyes fluttering a little as her sister worked on her pussy with the utmost care. I gave her a loving smile, and took hold of the blanket. “I think you should see this, though,” I told her, and tossed the blanket off the bed.

My little cousin’s eyes went wide with astonishment as she stared down at her elder sister. Samantha’s hands were holding open Tabitha’s thighs while she carefully and lovingly ran the tip of her tongue across the girl’s labia, seemingly avoiding her clit. The whole time, Samantha made soft contented cooing sounds as she tasted the sweetness of her little sister’s pussy.

“I think Sam likes doing this for you,” I whispered into Tabitha’s ear as her gaze was fixed on her sibling’s performance, “But I’m sure that she’d appreciate it even more if you were to return the favor.”

Tabitha opened her mouth to speak, but her words were swept away as her sister tongued her clit for the first time. I sighed happily as I saw the look that crossed the little teenager’s face, and put my free hand behind her head before kissing her.

She moaned softly into my mouth as her sister coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. None of us really knew what would happen when little Tabby came, so I wasn’t about to take any chances. I pressed my lips firmly against hers and reveled in the chills it sent through me to kiss someone this young so passionately.

I was pleased to find, though, that she was perfectly accepting of my kiss, and only squirmed for a second as she felt my tongue push its way between her lips, then practically melted in my arms. All the while, I continued my playful exploration of her small yet firm breast as Samantha finally slid her tongue inside of her sister.

The girl exclaimed loudly once again as the new sensation filled her, but the sound was still muffled enough not to wake anyone, and I soon found that Tabitha was timidly touching my breasts in a similar way that I was touching hers.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetie,” I encouraged her, breaking our kiss for a moment, as she caught her breath, “just run your fingers over it. Don’t be afraid to experiment, and don’t be afraid to tell Sam where you want her to go.”

“Uh, um, right there…” she whispered nervously, and pointed with one shaking finger at her clit, “It felt really good there. And when, when Sam put her tongue inside… I like that too!”

Samantha chuckled as she listened to her sister’s quavering tone, enjoying hearing such a sweet, innocent voice confessing such things. “Inside where, Tabby?” she teased, running the length of her tongue over the girl’s pussy lips, and gladly lapping up the moisture that was flowing from inside.

“Mmm, there,” replied Tabitha shyly, putting her index finger dangerously close to her warm opening.

Samantha smiled, and took hold of her sister’s hand. “Oh? You mean here?” she inquired teasingly, and slid the girl’s finger inside of herself.

“Oh, my!” gasped Tabitha, her face turning red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile, coaxing her to sit up as I tossed her pillows to one side, and crawled in behind her.

“Sam—” stammered Tabitha, “You, you’ve put my finger—!”

Samantha made a soft almost purring sound and cut off her sister’s words by circling her clit with her tongue, while she pushed the girl’s finger in farther.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, embracing my little cousin from behind.

“It’s… it feels so naughty!” she replied causing Samantha to giggle out loud.

“Mmm, but does it feel good?” I continued as I took advantage of my position to fondle both of Tabitha’s breasts at the same time, causing her to sigh, and lean back against me.

“Y-yes…” she hissed, her body started to succumb to the feeling.

“Then why not try this?” encouraged Samantha, taking out her sister’s finger, and placing it against her little clit.

The girl gasped as the moisture touched her clit, and I could almost feel the excitement race through Tabitha as she touched herself. “Now rub it like this,” coaxed her sister, rubbing her finger in slow circles over the little nub, “That’s just how Amy likes it!”

I smiled and tried to hide my face with my hair as I blushed. “Really?” inquired Tabitha as her sister let go of her hand and went back to lapping at her pussy, “Me too… OH!”

I had to quickly turn my head a little awkwardly to clamp my lips down up Tabitha’s before she could make too much noise. The girl’s body was shaking and quivering with excitement as I pinched both her nipples through her nightie. I slid my tongue into her mouth and found hers eagerly waiting for me.

All the while Samantha slid her tongue in as far as it would go into the tight virgin confines of her little sister’s pussy, covering it with her mouth. She then began sucking rhythmically as she probed around with her tongue, driving the young girl past the point of reason.

As Tabitha’s body quivered with joy, I brought my legs up, bending at the knees so that I could slide them under hers before re-extending them. In that way, I was able to coax my cousin’s legs farther apart. Samantha took full advantage of this, and brought her face even closer, sending her tongue just a little farther inside her sister. She then opened her eyes to make sure that the girl was still rubbing herself, and indeed she was.

Tabitha was vigorously rubbing her clit, going faster and faster as we pleasured her. I managed to move my lips away from hers so I could watch, and found myself squeezing her breasts a bit more firmly than I had intended. The sight sent chills through me, threatening to bring me off just by watching such a thing.

The girl let out a little gasp, and grabbed one of my hands. She somehow managed to push my fingers together, effectively pinching her hard little nipple with greater force.

“Just like your sister,” I whispered into her ear, but Tabitha barely noticed as she opened her mouth as if to cry out. All that came forth, though, was a little whine, as her body stopped moving for a moment. The girl then gave one hard shudder, and collapsed into my arms panting.

“Mmm, wow…” commented Samantha, propping herself up on her elbows and smiling up at me, her face smeared with her sister’s pussy juices, “That was fun, and it’s good to see that little Tabby has some self control.”

“I think she passed out,” I giggled, trying to keep my voice down.

“Mmm… No…” murmured Tabitha, a happy little smile crossing her cute face, “It just felt… sooo good…”

Samantha grinned broadly and stifled a laugh. “I’m glad,” she replied, sitting up and putting her legs over ours so that she could get closer, effectively sandwiching her sibling between us, “But I think someone needs to clean me up a little!”

“Mmm, definitely!” I giggled, putting my arms around both of them and leaning my face over Tabitha’s shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?” inquired Tabitha warily.

“Mmm, just cleaning up your mess, my dear,” I replied, and gave Samantha’s face a long careful lick, thus tasting my younger cousin’s juices for the first time, “Wow, you’re delicious, little girl.”

Tabitha blushed and did her best to look away. “Really?” she inquired shyly.

“Why not see for yourself?” offered her sister, leaning back a little as I habitually ran my fingers through her long deep red hair.

Her sister turned her head a little, and we could both feel her shaking a little in her nervousness. “It’s okay,” I encouraged, “We taste ourselves all the time. Not just each other.”

Tabitha nodded slowly and closed her eyes. She then timidly extended her tongue just past her lips before touching it to her sister’s glistening lips. The girl gave a slow, careful lick, as Samantha shivered at the sensation.

“Ohh…” replied Tabitha as she drew back, opening her eyes in time to see the look of quiet contemplation on her sister’s face.

“So soft…” whispered Sam, and leaned down to kiss Tabitha’s shoulder, “I think there’s more we have to show you…”

“I agree,” I sighed, and gave them both a hug, “But I think Tabby needs a little break. And I kinda wouldn’t mind a short one either.”

Samantha bowed her head smiling. “Sorry…” she chuckled, “I guess I got carried away earlier.”

“Huh?” inquired her sister, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, just us playing a little before we woke you up,” I explained, “This is to please you, after all.”

She nodded and leaned her head on Samantha’s shoulder. “Thanks, guys,” she muttered. “It was great.”

“It doesn’t have to end so soon,” said her sister, “I’m actually dressed for the occasion, so I’ll head downstairs and fetch us a snack. Then we’ll continue, okay?”

“Okay,” answered Tabitha with a bit of a smile. She then leaned back as Samantha extricated herself and crawled off the bed, “But I can’t believe there’s more!”

Both Sam and I had to quickly stifle our laughter. I buried my face in Tabitha’s shoulder, as her sister covered her face and shuddered a little as she chuckled quietly, but heartily.

“Ah, innocence!” she replied happily and slipped out of the room, “Oh, and don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone. Or else I’ll have to punish you!”

“Promises, promises…” I muttered happily, smiling as my cousin gave me a quick wink before closing the door behind her.

“She, she was only kidding, right?” asked Tabitha as she snuggled against me, moving down just enough so that my head was above hers.

“When you get older, some punishments lose their fear value,” I explained, idly playing with one of her pigtails, “And some even become fun. Like spanking.”

“Mommy or Daddy never spanked me,” she replied casually, “But I’m not so sure I’d want to ever have it happen, though.”

I shrugged. “Perhaps it’s an acquired taste,” I pondered, “I know I enjoy it. Given the proper circumstances, that is.”

“Oh? Such as?” continued Tabitha with genuine curiosity.

“Well, if someone I like does it, when I feel like I’m in the right mood, I guess,” I said thoughtfully, “I’ve never really thought about it too much, but Sam always seems to know when and how I want it. I guess it’s just the bond between us. Although sometimes she teases me with it, and I occasionally have to beg…”

Tabitha giggled loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. “Really?!” she whispered loudly as she turned to face me as best she could.

“Well, not in a serious way,” I told her, trying to hide my blushing with my bangs, “We just tease each other from time to time. It tends to heighten our excitement. But we always seem to know just how far is too far. She’s never actually hurt me in any serious way. Sam’s actually a very kind, loving girl under her pretence of brashness.”

“Big words…” muttered Tabitha, shaking her head as she settled back in, “But I guess it’s part of your ‘bond’.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I commented, feeling a little strange talking to her about it.

“Amy…” Tabitha asked after a short pause, “You care about Sam, right?”

“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation.

“But… do you love her?” she inquired with an odd tone.

I gulped down my sudden nervousness, and took a deep breath. “In… in a way,” I replied, “I’ve always cared about her. Samantha’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’re really quite inseparable, actually. Why do you ask?”

Tabitha nodded. “I was just curious,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess it’s just the way you both seem so happy when you’re together. It’s like my sister’s almost another person when you’re apart, and when you show up, she becomes less… serious, I guess.”

“I guess we’re just made for each other,” I sighed, and gave Tabitha a hug, “We were probably sisters in another life or something,”

Tabitha smiled, and glanced up as the door opened slightly. A moment later, Samantha pushed open the door with her hip and entered carrying a tray laden with milk and cookies. She smiled as she carefully shut the door with her foot, and placed the tray at the foot of the bed.

“Did I miss anything interesting?” she inquired, giving me a sly grin.

“No, we were just talking,” I assured her, accepting a glass of milk from her.

“Oh, sure you were!” she chuckled teasingly, and handed Tabitha a glass before picking up hers and sitting cross legged on the bed before us.

“Oh, I’d better move,” commented Tabitha, leaving my embrace, and sitting to one side between us.

“Brr!” I said in an exaggerated tone as she left, and the cool summer breeze touched my naked skin, “You give off a lot of heat for such a little girl!”

Tabitha blushed and smiled as she bit into a cookie. “I almost forgot you were naked,” she giggled, looking over my body as I put my glass on the nightstand and reached for my discarded T-shirt that passed for my nightgown.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” I chuckled, as I came back up and slid into it, “I guess I’ll just go put my pants on then!”

Samantha covered her mouth and tried to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she muttered quietly, shaking her head as she watched me dress.

“And you love it,” I chuckled as I got settled.

Samantha nodded, smiling contentedly as she munched a cookie. “So, um, what do you think so far, Tabby?” she inquired, making sure to keep her voice low.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that…” the girl responded with a bit of a blush accenting her nervous smile, “I, I liked it. It was fun, and once I get my strength back I’d like to see just what you meant by you having more to show me.”

“That’ll take more than one night,” her sister replied with a reminiscent smile, “But we’ll see what we can do. Was there anything that you had in mind?”

Tabitha stopped in mid sip and put her glass down. She looked a little nervous for a moment and nodded. “Well, actually there is one thing…” the girl admitted carefully, “I would like to try to do you what you did to me…”

“You mean you want to lick my pussy?” inquired Samantha with a sly grin, “Well, I think that we can arrange something.”

“Oh, but she’s so inexperienced,” I said with sarcasm as I leaned forward to whisper, “One of us would have to show her what to do.”

“Are you volunteering, my dear?” my cousin asked, looking more than a little mischievous.

“Well, if you insist!” I giggled, and finished my drink.

“Um, how..?” began Tabitha.

“Oh, I think I know what she has in mind,” her older sister chuckled, “You’ll see.”

“Okay…” the girl responded a little suspiciously and finished off her snack.

“Well then, shall we begin?” inquired Sam in a tone of voice that suggested that she wasn’t asking.

I nodded as she put her glass down on the tray, and moved them both onto the floor. Tabitha gave us both a nervous glance as she noticed that she was sitting between us and shrank down a little.

“Just tell us to stop if it gets too much for you,” I told her as we both shuffled towards her.

Tabitha nodded and inhaled sharply as she felt a hand on both her knees. She glanced down, to see me and her sister running our hands up under her nightie along her thighs. The soft skin, beneath our hands was silk. Both of us knew that there was almost no turning back as ran the fingers of my free hand along the girl’s jaw line, causing her to tilt her head to one side towards me in nervous contentment.

Samantha took advantage of this by giving her little sister a soft kiss upon the neck. The girl sighed softly, and she took it as permission to continue as I turned Tabitha’s head to face me. My cousin continued with a line of slow, passionate kisses up her little sister’s neck as I touched her sweet lips once again.

This time, I felt her soft little tongue escape her mouth to seek mine out. I moaned happily as I saw that she was willing to experiment, and seemed to learn quickly. The little one’s tongue was quite nimble as it probed my mouth until I reciprocated by entwining my tongue around hers as best I could.

Samantha, meanwhile, was running her own tongue along Tabitha’s earlobe, following and tracing the natural curves while her fingers found their way to the girl’s nearly hairless pussy. She playfully made small circles with her index finger through Tabitha’s downy pubic hair before running the tips of two of her fingers down over her sister’s labia.

Tabitha jumped a little in response, and I felt goosebumps rise along her legs. I moved my hand up farther and touched Samantha’s fingers meaningfully. I heard her sigh over Tabitha’s slow steady panting as she did her best not to break off her kiss while her sister gently nibbled her ear.

“Just let yourself go,” whispered Samantha, coaxing the girl to lean forward a little with her free hand before lifting up the back of her nightie.

Tabitha reluctantly pulled away from me and glanced over at her sibling lovingly. She nodded and stood up on her knees. Without a word Samantha and I stopped our exploration of Tabitha’s body, and both lifted the girl’s nightie up over her stomach.

Tabitha looked down at that point, and seemed to be watching expectantly as we held the garment just beneath her small budding breasts. Samantha glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. I nodded in response and continued upwards. The cottony material came up over Tabitha’s head with little effort, as she raised her arms to accept our disrobing technique.

We then paused to consider our actions, and take in that breathtaking moment when we both realized that Samantha’s little sister was kneeling naked on her bed between us. I could almost feel the tension emanating from Sam as she drank in Tabitha’s beauty. There was a look of both envy and admiration on her face as she saw that her little sister wasn’t the little girl she’d been only a few months previously.

Tabitha was indeed growing up to be a girl whose beauty would rival her sister’s. But while Samantha was tall and athletic, Tabitha still had that sweet innocence that can carry a girl through adolescence and still cause men to stop and secretly stare. At that moment, I wasn’t sure which one of the two sisters I wanted more.

The look of hungry awe upon my beloved Samantha’s face made me want to offer myself to her. To be ravaged by my talented tongue and nimble fingers. And the shy willingness in Tabitha’s eyes made we want to do the very same thing to her. But instead, I continued my slow, patient examination of her young body.

I scanned across her torso, and couldn’t help but wonder if the erectness of her reddish nipples was due to the breeze from the open window, or the thrilled anticipation of what was to come. I continued on my way, promising myself that I would take the time to run my hands across the same tender flesh that my eyes were enjoying so much, and paused as I looked down at her thighs, topped by her waiting pussy.

Tabitha was still quite short, so they were nowhere near as long as her sister’s, but I knew that she’d probably tower over me in a few short years. I sighed a little disappointedly at the thought of yet another girl being taller than me, but for the moment, I was content to be with someone my own height.

“Here,” said Samantha, making room and breaking the silence, “why don’t you lie down. It’ll be easiest that way.”

Tabitha nodded, and I made way as she willingly lay her body across her bed in a way similar to the one we found her in. She then spread her legs a little, causing Sam to gasp out loud, her deep green eyes going wide as she caught a better view of her sister’s pussy.

“Wow…” she sighed, and reached for my hand.

I gladly accepted it, and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you save some for me,” I said with a smile, “I’d like to feel Tabitha’s tongue in my pussy tonight as well.”

“Of course,” replied Samantha reassuringly, “Just don’t wear her out with yours.”

“I won’t,” I promised and traded places on the bed with her.

We then turned our attention back to Tabitha, who was looking up at us expectantly. “Wha-what should I do?” she asked nervously.

“Just do to me what Amy does to you. Okay?” explained Samantha, running her hand over her sister’s stomach, and running her index finger in a slow lazy circle around Tabitha’s nipple before giving it a gentle pinch, “But first, there’s something that simply must be done!”

Our eyes met at that point, and I tried not to lapse into a giggle fit as I nodded in agreement. “It just wouldn’t be right otherwise,” I responded, removing my T-shirt before leaning forward until I was partially lying across Tabitha’s body with my face near her left breast.

“Mmm, good positioning idea,” chuckled Samantha, and took up a similar position on Tabitha’s right after tossing her night shirt on the floor.

“What are you guys doing?” the girl inquired with a bit of a giggle as our hands met at her pussy.

“You’ll see!” we both promised in quiet unison as we ran our fingers lightly across her pussy lips and clit.

Tabitha’s eyes fluttered a little at the sensation, and even I found myself getting a wet as it sank in that we were both lying naked across Samantha’s lovely, and quite naked fourteen-year-old sister. Our fingers were even beginning to find moisture as we both leaned down and started running just the tips of our tongues over Tabitha’s perky tits.

The girl then began taking in deep breaths as the feeling quickly became overpowering. Practically as one, we circled her nipples with our tongues and ran them down, and over and back up again over Tabitha’s soft breasts. But as we began to suckle her nipples, biting them gently every so often as our tongues flicked them to full hardness, Tabitha’s voice raised just a little.

I then found my finger part way inside of the tight wetness of her virgin pussy, and her sister tried to follow suit. We soon fell into a pattern of taking turns gently fingering Tabitha. The process only seemed to excite her more as on several occasions one of us would come dangerously close to her hymen as we sucked harder and harder against her nipples and occasionally her entire breast.

It was at that time that Tabitha’s body was overcome with an orgasm. The girl’s small frame shook all over as she grabbed both of us by the hair and bit her lower lip in an attempt not to cry out. I smiled with satisfaction as Tabitha’s breathing became a long serious of gasping moans. She looked down at her sister and me with an intense look in her eyes before throwing her head down and arching her back.

Then, with one long muffled exclamation, Tabitha expelled the rest of her pussy juices across our fingers as her inner walls clenched around them. Samantha and I looked on with interest as the girl slowly came down. We both shuffled farther up, reluctantly removing our fingers and cuddling up against Tabitha as we watched her come down.

“Oh, wow…” she breathed as we both kissed our way up her neck, “That was great…”

“Well, it’s not over yet,” I giggled, “We still have to see how well you can lick your sister’s pussy!”

“Mmm… Sounds good,” replied Samantha with a hungry grin as she gave Tabitha’s ear a gentle nibble, “Are you up for it, Tabby?”

“I think so,” she responded, putting her arms around us and giving us both a hug.

“Well then, what do ya say we get started?” inquired Samantha hungrily, “After what I just saw, I’m just dying to have you return the favor, little girl.”

Tabitha smiled, and blushed profusely. “Did I make that much of a fool of myself?” she asked shyly.

“No, of course not,” I assured her with a kiss, “your performance was far from foolish. It was… beautiful!”

The girl covered her face as best she could and giggled as we licked our fingers clean of her juices. We then got up, and began changing position for what was to come. “What are you doing?” inquired Tabitha as I began positioning myself between her legs.

“As we said,” explained Samantha’s hushed whisper, “Amy’s going to show you how to lick my pussy.”

“Okay…” replied Tabitha a little nervously as her sister turned towards me and got upon her knees in order to straddle the girl’s face.

“Just do to Sam what I do to you, okay?” I told her as I got comfortably situated between her legs.

“Any time you’re ready,” replied Sam, a hint of excited expectation in her voice.

I nodded, and held back my overeagerness as I for the first time ran my tongue from the bottom of Tabitha’s pussy up to her clit in one long, slow lick. Both sisters shuddered as I did so, and I heard Tabitha let out a stifled squeal of delight as I ran the tip of my tongue back down one of her labia.

I glanced up and saw the intense look on Samantha’s face as Tabitha’s tongue traced along her pussy. I smiled with satisfaction as a tingling feeling filled me, and I realized that I was not immune to excitement of doing something so naughty. The feel of her soft, nearly untouched skin was like silk to my touch, and the flavor of her juices that her sister and I had brought forth still lingered. I eagerly licked it up with the utmost of care, making certain to lick my way across every sensitive inch of her pussy before sliding my tongue inside of Tabitha.

The girl copied my motions with surprising control, barely stopping to shudder and pant as she concentrated on her sister’s pussy. Soon after, I heard Tabitha’s short exclamation of surprise as Samantha came quietly over her face. I had to hold the little teenager’s legs in place as she squirmed a little when she found her sister’s juices practically pouring out upon her.

But I didn’t let up. I slid my tongue into Tabitha as far as I could, and Tabitha slid her tongue into Samantha with equal gusto. I then covered her nether lips with my mouth and suckled as I explored her interior, hoping that she would do the same to her elder sister.

In response, we could hear Samantha desperately trying to hold back her cries of joy. Her little sister’s tongue buried inside of her was almost too much to bear, as she began letting out a long series of loud little gasps. My dearest cousin tried with all her might to keep it in, but the experience was just too much as I began to swiftly, but gently rub Tabitha’s clit in a circular pattern that I knew would drive Samantha crazy.

Tabitha moaned as she followed suit, and I almost had to laugh as her sister was forced to come forward, now supporting herself on hands and knees. I raised my head, and replaced my finger with my tongue, and vice versa, enjoying the little shocked sound that Tabitha gave when she found just how much farther her fingers could go than mine.

“Y-You-! OH!” panted Samantha in a harsh whisper, as her body moved back and forth against Tabitha’s fingers and tongue so that she was being finger-fucked by her little sister, “Mmm! You, little-! Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my face glistening with Tabitha’s pussy juices, and topped with a wide grin.

My cousin gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as the onslaught continued. “I — I can’t-!” she managed, just before crying out softly with another orgasm, “Can’t take much-! Much more! Ohhh!”

I merely giggled and gave Tabitha’s clit a little nibble as I managed to wedge a second finger inside of her tight, but extremely wet pussy. “Much more what?” I inquired, and noticed that Tabitha was coming as well.

The girl had thrown her head back against the pillow, unable to close her mouth as she almost absently drove two fingers in and out of her sister’s pussy with greater and greater force. Soon, she was even matching Samantha’s thrusts, and was rewarded with rivulets of warm, sticky clear liquid running over her slender hand.

“C-coming—!” moaned Samantha desperately, her voice raising several octaves.

“So?” I inquired teasingly, “Don’t you want to see just how much you can really take?”

“Oh! Oh fuck—!” she swore, almost loud enough to be heard through the old thick walls of the farmhouse, “I’ll—! I’ll—!”

“What?” I inquired, slowly twisting my fingers inside Tabitha in a clockwise rotation before lapping up the hot sweet juices that suddenly flowed out around them, “Are you going to punish me, Mommy?”

“Better—! Ah! Oooh… believe it—!” she gasped, “I—! AHH!” My cousin arched her back, her facial expression almost looking horribly pained as she came. Samantha held the pose for several long seconds as her body quivered, before giving a long, hard sigh of relief, and collapsed upon Tabitha.

I smiled to myself, and gave my own sigh of happy contentment. The knowledge that I’d managed to wear Samantha out completely by sheer force of orgasm filled me with a certain perverse sense of satisfaction, as well as intense happiness. I pulled away from Tabitha’s still shaking body, kissing her little legs all the way down to her ankles, and giggling as I felt the goosebumps rise before giving my nearly slumbering cousin a kiss on the forehead.

I got off the bed, and knelt down beside Tabitha. There was a look of exhaustion on her face as she turned to me and smiled. “Wow…” she murmured yet again, and I couldn’t help smile at how cute it was that her vocabulary was still so limited.

“I’m glad you thought so,” I said as I brushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.

She nodded, and glanced back at Samantha who was still laying over top of her. “We… We won’t have to explain this one, will we?” she giggled softly, and experimentally ran her fingers over the firm muscles of her sister’s legs, up to the roundness of ass.

“No,” I chuckled, rubbing Samantha’s back soothingly, “But sometimes it’s fun to fantasize about.”

“Really?” inquired Tabitha, looking a little doubtful.

“Definitely…” whispered her sister, and rolled off of her.

I smiled, and crawled over Tabitha towards her, making sure to let my small perky breast drag along the girl’s now cool to the touch skin. Samantha smiled wearily up at me as I laid myself on top of her. “She’s young, she’ll learn,” I replied wistfully as I stared lovingly into Samantha’s wary eyes, “But tell me. Are you still going to punish me?”

“Oh… if I ever find the strength…” breathed Samantha with a laugh.

“You were serious about that, then?” inquired Tabitha, changing position on the bed so that she could lie beside up properly.

“Mmm-hmm,” murmured Samantha, lazily playing with my straight blond hair, now curling at the ends from the perspiration caused by our workout.

“Oh, I see…” pondered Tabitha, putting her arm around me, and cuddling against us, “So, you punish each other for making one another feel good?”

We both chuckled softly, and Samantha shook her head as I laid mine upon her chest, supported by her firm bosom. “Not quite,” my cousin explained, “But close. Sometimes, it’s fun to have your bottom smacked. Sometimes, we do things to make each other want to spank us… Or something like that… But I think that in this case, Amy here deserves a little punishment for what she did.”

“Why?” inquired Tabitha, her tone showing a definite curiosity.

“Because I wore her out,” I giggled, “Even after she told me she couldn’t take anymore. But I was curious to see if there was a limit to Samantha’s unending stamina.”

“Oh…” replied Tabitha thoughtfully, “Well, then I guess it would only be fair to test your stamina then. Don’t you think?”

I giggled, and gave Samantha a kiss between her breasts. “Oh, probably,” I responded, and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, only to find Tabitha’s hand between my legs.

Samantha gave me a weak, but nonetheless sly grin as Tabitha’s fingers explored their way up my labia and over my ass. I then couldn’t help but give an amazed, yet excited look as I felt Tabitha give me a single hard slap across my ass check.

My cousin grinned broadly and moved her legs apart, causing mine to spread along with them. “There, that’s better,” giggled Tabitha, shuffling down, and squirming to get between both our legs, “That’s better!”

“No way…” I said with a grin, and happily bit my lower lip as I felt Tabitha lick my pussy, “Oooh, oh yeah…”

Tabitha giggled as I sighed happily. For what her little tongue lacked in talent and experience, the girl made up for in enthusiasm. Also, I found I to be such an intense turn on to have such a young little girl licking me that I immediately found myself wet. I had to lean down and gently nibble my older cousin’s shoulder as the sensation filled me.

Tabitha’s tongue was so soft and hot against my skin. The feeling of her hands, gently holding my thighs apart held me more effectively than any bonds ever could. There was nothing in the universe I wanted more than to remain in that moment forever. I let out a little whimper as the feelings began to become too much, and kissed Samantha’s ear in a desperate attempt to express my joy.

“Oh, oh, Sam…” I whispered in little gasping moans into her ear, “I… I love you… I love you so much!”

“I know,” she soothed, rubbing my back as her sister began fingering my pussy from behind, “I love you too.”

My body shivered involuntarily as I heard her soft words, and I actually found myself crying a little as I was overcome by intensity of the moment. “Shhh…” soothed Samantha, holding me tight against her as Tabitha giggled to herself, truly savoring and enjoying the feeling of new found power.

“Mmm… You taste so good, Amy!” she laughed, lapping up the moisture that my pussy gave forth as I felt my pussy contract around her little fingers, “Mmm, gimme more!”

I barely heard her, but knew that the girl was talking in a manner not unlike that of Samantha. She had once shown me that I have an intense fetish for being talked dirty to, and I then found that if it was someone young and sweet like Tabitha, the effect was only intensified.

The girl giggled with excitement as she was met with more juices from my hungry pussy. It was almost as though I couldn’t stop coming, or crying. Samantha continued her soft cooing noises, trying to comfort me, but I was so happy that I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh, Sam…” I managed, “It’s so good… so fucking good..!”

Samantha sighed, and nuzzled her face against mine affectionately in almost a cat like way. “I know,” she whispered, “I know, my love… And I’m so glad that this makes you so happy.”

“Oh… oh, it does!” I practically screamed, but was able to clench my jaw as I arched my back.

Unrelenting, Tabitha merely gave both my ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands, causing me to moan a little louder as she flicked my clit repeatedly with her little tongue. She then ran her hands down, dragging her fingers across my butt until she brought them together at my pussy. She the started poking and prodding at my labia with her fingertips, teasing me to near orgasm.

“Oh, neat!” she exclaimed, as the girl found that she could just barely manage to slide three fingers inside of me. Tabitha ignored my own exclamation as pussy lips were spread apart, and my inner walls were stretched to their limit.

“Oh! Right there!” I gasped, as she began fingering me with her three middlemost fingers, each time going just slightly deeper than before, covering herself with my juices as I began to come hard.

“Don’t stop now,” instructed Samantha, looking over at the fascinated grin on her little sister’s face, “It’s no fair to bring someone this far, then not let them get off.”

Tabitha nodded, watching me with interest as I brought my arms in. I reacheed out to take hold of Samantha’s breasts before squeezing them for support. She inhaled sharply, and shook her head with a bemused grin.

“I love the way you never let up,” she chuckled, and moaned happily as I twisted both her nipples at once.

Meanwhile, Tabitha had gotten her face closer to my pussy again and was frantically licking my labia as well as her fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up with me. The little teen only succeeded in covering her sweet face with my juices, and made me come even harder.

I almost blacked out at that point, as I could barely feel my body anymore. I squeezed Samantha’s breasts harder, and only fleetingly hoped that I didn’t hurt her too much as my ecstasy took hold. For several long moments I was paralyzed with passion as I climaxed.

It seemed to take an eternity for me to come down. I could almost hear my own panting and gasping for breath as I only half felt Samantha’s multitude of random kisses upon my face. Later I would find out that she came as well, just by watching me. It was nice to know we shared the common fetish of pleasing each other.

“Oh, Sam… Oh, Tabby…” I whispered, my throat feeling sore, “That was… absolutely incredible.”

“Thank you,” giggled Tabitha shyly, and I realized that she was lying beside us once more.

“I never want to move again…” I heard Samantha mumble happily as she held her sister with one arm, and me with the other, “I just hope I have the strength to move later, ’cause I’d hate to get caught like this…”

“Nice fantasy, though,” replied Tabitha, a little exhausted herself.

Samantha and I smiled, barely managing not to laugh out loud. “Yup…” I sighed, “she’s your sister!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” my cousin replied happily, and gave us both a warm, but somewhat awkward hug before the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The End

By Ebo

As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.

Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.

Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.

“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.

“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.

Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.

When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.

Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.

With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.

Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.

Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”

Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.

With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.

She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.

“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.

“Kissing?” Kelly teased.

Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”

Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”

“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”

“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.

“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.

“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.

“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.

Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”

“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.

Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”

“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.

Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.

Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.

Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”

Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.

She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.

Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.

So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.

“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.

Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?

She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.

Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.

Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.

With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.

Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.

“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.

Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”

“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.

“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”

Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”

“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.

“No?” Kelly asked.

“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.

“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”

“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.

“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”

“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.

“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”

“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”

Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”

“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.

“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.

“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.

“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”

“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.

Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”

Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”

Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”

Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”

While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.

Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s

“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”

Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”

“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.

“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”

“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”

Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”

“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.

“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.

“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.

“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”

“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”

Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.

Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.

She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.

Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.

Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.

Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.

Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.

As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.

Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.

Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.

She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.

Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.

It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.

Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.

That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.

Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.

It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…

She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.

“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.

“Again what?” Kelly asked.

“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.

She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.

“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.

Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”

Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.

————————————————————–

“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”

Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.

Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.

“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”

“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”

“Nice,” Kelly said.

Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”

“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.

“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”

Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”

“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”

“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.

And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.

“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”

“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You are welcome,” Kelly said.

“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”

“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.

Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.

“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.

“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.

“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”

Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”

“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.

Uh-oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.

The End

In the Hayloft

By Amy K.

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the summer of my eighteenth year, and I was once again spending my summer vacation with my cousin Samantha. This year we were staying at her parents’ place, which was a little farm out in the middle of nowhere. It was a nice enough place, with many wooded areas that two girls could lose themselves in, and the nearest town was only about a fifteen-minute drive away.

It was also the summer that Samantha’s little sister Tabitha turned fourteen. She seemed to be more on her mother’s side of the family, unlike her sister, and was nowhere near as adventurous either. To my knowledge, the girl’s experimentation with sex had been limited to solitary pursuits late at night. But this summer, that was to change.

June and July passed fairly uneventfully that year. The summer had been a rather annoyingly cool and rainy one, so Samantha and I barely found the time to “be together” except for after bedtime. It was a little frustrating, though, for we both had looked forward to taking a little camping trip a short distance away. We were looking forward to being able to truly let go, but with the rain, and the fact that we were told we’d have to take Tabitha along, we were forced to change our minds. So, we spent a lot of time being good, which was a bit of stretch for Samantha and I.

Finally, though, on one of the few pleasant days that summer, luck was on our side. That day, Tabitha was off visiting a friend who lived a few miles away, and her and Samantha’s parents had gone into town for lunch before heading off to some auction or other. This left my cousin and I all alone to look after things for several hours, and we planned on taking advantage of it…

*****

Just after her parents’ car pulled out of the driveway, and out onto the old dirt road that lead out to the highway, Samantha grabbed me by the hand. With a mischievous grin, she dragged me off towards the small barn a few yards away from the house.

It really wasn’t much. Mostly it was just a storage shed for farm equipment, with a few empty stalls where our grandparents once kept horses and a ladder up the small hayloft were my Uncle William kept rabbits.

I couldn’t help but giggle, my whole body tingling with excitement as I followed Samantha up the wooden ladder to where several dozen bales of straw and a blanket would serve as a more than adequate place to be naughty. I could almost feel my frustration building, my expectations overwhelming me. As a result, once I was standing before my cousin, there in the loft amongst several dozen voyeuristic rabbits, I simply lost control.

Without a word, I grabbed Samantha around the waist and, pulling her towards me, kissed her full upon the lips. She resisted for but briefest of seconds, and had to laugh at my sudden aggressiveness, but melted into me as my tongue invaded her mouth.

It felt so good to finally hold my beloved cousin in my arms, to run my hands over her back while I tasted her sweet lips. It seemed like an eternity since we were alone without the threat of parental interference, and we intended to make the best of our time together.

I sighed contentedly into Samantha’s mouth, running one of my hands down to the firm roundness of her ass, hugging my cousin as close to me as possible. She obliged me quite sincerely, by leaning forward into me as she surrendered to my desires.

I soon felt my cousin’s soft hands upon my tummy, sliding slowly up and under my T-shirt as I tried to undo her jeans with one hand. “You’re so insatiable!” she chuckled, pulling away for a moment as my pulse pounded in my ears.

“I can’t help it,” I said with a grin, my breathing becoming more haggard as my excitement built, “I’ve missed having you all to myself!”

“But what if someone should catch us, Amy?” teased Samantha as I dropped to my knees, pulling down her jeans and panties as I went.

I glanced up at her with a sly grin when I heard her words, and met her hungry gaze. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make it a threesome!” I giggled, and gave the toned, firmness of her thigh a gentle kiss.

Samantha chuckled softly, and moaned happily as she felt my hands moving up her legs as I kissed my way towards the dark red curls of her pubic hair. I made a bit of a show of seeming reluctant as I moved closer and closer to her waiting pussy. Once I had come within inches of it, I ran my tongue back down her inner thigh as I squeezed her calf muscles gently with both hands.

She reacted as I knew she would, her whole body quivering as she tried to remain standing and in control. I gave her thigh a playful nibble before bringing my hands up to cup her ass cheeks, and watched as my cousin’s facial expression changed. I smiled to myself as I listened to her breathing change to become almost a panting sound when my lips were placed just above her clit.

“Mmm! Right there!” Samantha told me with a sigh, as she placed her hands upon my shoulders for support.

In response to her encouragement, I squeezed her firm ass in my hands as I ran the tip of my tongue through her pubic hair in a random pattern, being sure to avoid her clit until I was ready.

“Sam,” I asked her in my most sweet and innocent of voices as she leaned forward a little and gasped. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, Amy, I do,” she replied. “Mmm, please, you know what I need.”

“Then tell me,” I teased, smiling as I ran tongue back down to trace a line over her inner thigh, carefully avoiding my cousin’s labia.

“Yes, ooh… I love you Amy. I really do!” Samantha’s voice was raising in pitch a little as she spoke, and I could hear the desperation therein.

“Then tell me what you want, my love,” I continued, and brought my hands back around to spread her pussy apart with my fingers without giving Samantha too much stimulation.

My cousin looked down at me, as her long curly red locks fell about her pretty face. There was a look of intensity in her eyes that always sent chills through me, and I couldn’t help but giggle with delight as she grabbed me by the hair and forcibly pulled me towards her pussy.

“Lick me!” cried Samantha, as she buried my face in her pussy. “Lick my cunt, Amy! Do it, NOW!”

I sighed contentedly, and shoved my tongue inside of her without hesitation. To my delight my cousin had gotten quite moist from my teasing, and I was rewarded for my work by the taste of her wonderful pussy.

My cousin calmed down a little as I settled into a bit of a rhythm, my tongue moving about inside of her, finding all the secret places that I knew would heighten Samantha’s excitement. She sighed happily, and I listened to the patterns of her breathing as I pushed my head back against her hands in order to run my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. Samantha relaxed her grip a little, and I let out a little whine of mock disappointment at not having her pulling my hair as I moved up toward her clit.

She then gasped as I simultaneously gave her hardened clit a long, slow, circling lick, and slid my middle finger inside of her wet pussy. “Oh!” gasped Samantha, in surprise, and panted for a few moments before catching her breath enough to inquire, “Are you — Ohh! Are you going to fuck me now, little girl?”

“Mmm, only if you want me to, Sam,” I teased, and gave her clit a careful nibble as I twisted my finger inside of her, causing my cousin’s body to shudder.

“Oh, you know it!” she laughed and gave a little cry as I felt her inner walls contract, “Oh–! Oh, Amy, right there! Don’t stop!”

I smiled to myself as my cousin begged for more. All the while I held her clit in my teeth as I licked it with the tip of the tongue, all the while slowly and methodically weaving my finger into her pussy. Her cries and gasps of delight soon increased even more, and I knew that there was no turning back as Samantha tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged, giving me all the more reason to continue.

I then glanced up, smiling as I watched the expressions that crossed her face as I flicked her clit rapidly, sliding a second finger into my cousin’s wet, convulsing pussy. There was something beautifully entrancing about the way Samantha closed her eyes tightly, while biting her lip and gasping almost rhythmically as I began a slow, gentle thrusting with my fingers.

I knew that Samantha was close, and I knew that I could finish her with little effort, but I could never be quite so generous.

I had always truly enjoyed watching my cousin come. It was almost like a form of performance art with her, and though she often referred to my willingness to go down on her as “giving”, I always thought of it as the slightest bit selfish. Samantha always seemed to be at her most beautiful at the point of orgasm, and keeping her there was as much for my benefit as for hers.

But my reverie was broken at the sound of Samantha’s sudden loud cry as she fell forward, shaking uncontrollably. I cried out as well, in surprise, though, and was thankful for the bales of straw that littered the loft, as my cousin and I became an awkward tangle of arms and legs.

I giggled as I realized no one was hurt, finding her reaction rather amusing, and was surprised once more to find that Samantha had barely noticed our predicament. I, however, was now somewhat trapped, pinned to the straw strewn floor by her legs, which were now tightly squeezed together. I could feel my fingers still inside of her, and Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard upon them while she came.

“Oh-! Oh fuck–!” I heard her gasp as I struggled to get out from under her enough to breathe, and smiled when I realized that Samantha was mostly bent over the bale, “Oh, Amy! Oooh!”

My cousin’s moaning and gasping seemed to go on forever, regardless of our awkward position, and for once I was almost glad when they began to subside. With just a little reluctance, I retrieved my fingers, and crawled out from under Samantha. I then sat down and smiled at her vulnerable position as I gave my wet fingers a lick before sucking my cousin’s juices off of them.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry…” I heard her say quietly.

I looked up at her and smiled. “It’s okay,” I assured my cousin, and crawled over on my hands and knees to give her a gentle kiss, “Actually, it was kinda amusing. But I think in the future, you might try sitting down first!”

Samantha smiled, and rolled over before sitting down on the floor and beckoning me to sit beside her. I complied, and snuggled in close when she put her arm around me, holding me protectively.

“Thanks, though,” my cousin replied. “Even with the mishap, it was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome as always,” I told her, and looked up into her eyes, “But I can think of other ways to thank me.”

Samantha smiled, and gave my teasing kiss on the nose. “You’re so demanding, little girl,” she chuckled, “I may just have to teach you a lesson in manners!”

I gave her my best pouty face, and tried to look hurt, eventhough I was on the verge of a giggle fit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sweetly, “I’ll be good, Mommy!”

My cousin blushed a little as words sent a bit of a chill though her, smiling as she bowed her head a little while she spoke. “Well, actually,” admitted Samantha, “I was thinking of another role for you to play…”

I tilted my head questioningly, as I sized up her expression for a moment. “Oh?” I inquired with a grin, “you have my attention, my love, now come on. Spit it out!”

Samantha laughed a little and shook her head. “No, I… I can’t,” she replied, “It’s too embarrassing!”

“Now I really want to know!” I giggled, and moved repositioned myself so that I was straddling her lap facing her, “Come on, Sam, tell me!”

“No way!” she laughed, turning away and covering her face with her hands.

“Aw, don’t hide from me, Mommy,” I teased in my youngest sounding tone, “Don’t you want to make your little girl happy?”

Samantha sighed and dropped her hands in time to see me slip out of my t-shirt. I then smiled down at her, my small, perky breasts not far from her face. “You — you know I always do,” she said with a smile, and cupped them with her hands, carefully taking my small pink nipples between her fingers.

“Then tell me what you want,” I said as levelly as I could with my cousin’s long fingers squeezing both my nipples at once, twisted them gently as we spoke.

“You’ll laugh at me,” my cousin replied quietly as she watched the small movements of her fingers.

“No, I won’t,” I said honestly, my tone becoming serious, “Just tell me, Sam. It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, actually,” she said, suddenly blushing almost as red as her hair, “I was thinking more along the lines of pretending you were my sister…”

I gasped loudly, and tried not to laugh with my own sudden sense of embarrassment. Although we had never actually discussed it, we had both noticed the way Tabitha had been developing. She was growing up almost as quickly as Samantha had, and would probably be just as beautiful, but for now the girl was still in her deliciously cute stage.

I myself had even masturbated a few times, thinking of what it might be like to be with her, but I had no idea what she even thought of sex, let alone with another woman.

“I — I see,” I stammered, “Well, I think I could handle that. Too bad we can’t do it for real, though!”

My cousin looked up at me with her eyes wide. She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me. “Amy, I love you!” she exclaimed, tears of relief welling up in her eyes, “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Sam,” I told her reassuringly. “And it’s okay. Really, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it…”

“Really?” she inquired, “That’s good. ‘Cause I was afraid of how you’d react.”

“Why?” I inquired seriously, “I know who your heart belongs to, and I have no problem with you fantasizing about anyone. Especially not when it’s someone as yummy as your little sister!”

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed my neck. “Thank you,” she said, “But it’s not only that, I mean… she’s so young…”

“So?” I asked, “Tabitha’s a year older than we were when we where first together. I don’t see any problem with it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and pulled away enough to face me, “I was actually kinda worried that you’d freak out or something. But, I’m glad it’s not such a big deal to you.”

I shrugged with a bit of a grin. “Why do you suppose I enjoy pretending to be your little girl?” I asked with a smile. “There’s more to it than you think!”

“Well, then why do you suppose I enjoy it when you do!?” laughed Samantha, leaning my back onto the floor.

“I guess we share a few fetishes that we should have discussed previously!” I giggled, giving in to my cousin’s advances.

“Definitely,” she agreed, bringing her legs into a kneeling position, “But isn’t that floor a little hard for you?”

“Kinda,” I agreed, and reached up with my hands so that I could be helped up, “Maybe that bale of hay?”

“Straw,” corrected Samantha. “It helps insulate the room so that rabbits don’t freeze.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I replied as we got to our feet, “I’m afraid you’re the only true country girl here.”

Samantha smiled. “Opposites attract, I guess,” she said, putting her arms around me, and turning around. “Now lay down, little one, and let me return the favor.”

“And just what does my big sister have in mind for her little sister?” I giggled as she slipped off her shirt.

My cousin paused at my words, and inhaled deeply. “You’ll see, Tabby,” she replied, and I tried to hide my smile as my cousin blushed again, “But first I think we need to make this place just a little more comfortable.”

“How very practical,” I commented, trying to get a reaction with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well,” replied Samantha, as she laid our shirts across a bale of straw, “If you really want straw sticking in your butt…”

“Actually,” I told her offhandedly, “I’d prefer your finger!”

“Well, then maybe I’ll have to try two!” laughed Samantha, taking me in her arms and kissing me before laying me down lengthwise across the bale.

“Oh, you!” I laughed, as she moved down, running her hands over my breasts, and giving my nipples each a playful squeeze before moving on.

“Me?” my cousin inquired, chuckling as she kissed her way down towards my breasts, her hands now supporting her weight on either side of me, “What did I do?”

“Mmm, I think it’s more of what you’re going to do,” I purred, running my nails across back as her tongue began to caress its way across my small firm breast.

“And what am I going to do, little one?” she asked, and gave my nipple a gentle nibble before dragging her teeth across it as she raised her head to smile at me.

“Anything you want, big sister,” I answered softly, and ran my hand across the softness of her cheek.

“Be careful what you wish for,” replied Samantha, before giving my fingers a kiss and little suckle before moving back down to run the tip of her tongue around my nipple.

I sighed contentedly, and held her head in place as she sucked the better part of my breast into her mouth. I moaned happily as her tongue played across it, as she suckled it almost in time with my pulse. Soon, I felt Samantha’s hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and pulling me down a little farther so that my hips were off the end of the bale of straw.

“What are you doing?” I inquired sweetly with little real concern.

“Nothing,” my cousin answered as she pulled back and gave me a deep, teasing kiss between my breasts.

“Why don’t I believe you?” I giggled, smiling uncontrollably as I felt Samantha unbuttoning my jean shorts before pulling them down.

“Don’t you trust your big sister, Tabby?” she asked, trying to sound both hurt, and just a little authoritative.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling her words sent through me. I felt naughty enough making love to my cousin in her parents’ hayloft, but playing out a scenario where I was pretending to be her fourteen-year-old sister sent chills through me. And the fact that we could conceivably be caught drove me completely wild.

I looked up in time to watch Samantha begin kissing her way down across my stomach as she reached up with her left hand to cup my breast. But it was my cousin’s right hand that caused me to truly take notice.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as Samantha positioned herself between my legs and teasingly began running the tip of her tongue around the outside of my pussy. The whole time she held my gaze, smiling a little as she could see the hunger in my eyes. Trying to distract me from the subtle movements of her index finger as it traced a line between my ass cheeks before moving to my labia.

“Hmm, could be wetter,” commented Samantha, and gave my clit a quick lick that sent chills though me, “Oooh! That’s a bit better, a little more though, I think.”

I could only close my eyes and moan softly as my cousin slid her tongue inside of me, the whole time slowly rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fondled my breast while squeezing, pinching the hardened nipple between two fingers.

She kept this up for several minutes, obviously enjoying my little sighs and gasps before I started letting out long deep moans. Samantha didn’t stop, though, she moved her mouth up to my clit and suckled the hardened bud as she slid two fingers between my moist pussy lips. My body shuddered a little at the initial penetration, and my inner walls immediately clamped down against my cousin’s fingers as she began slowly sliding them in deeper and deeper.

I soon had no choice but to fall back up the bale of straw as what felt like vertigo made it difficult to stay elevated. The sensation of my cousin’s fingers moving slowly in and out of me as she licked and nibbled at my clit driving me crazy, yet Samantha managed to keep me on the edge without letting fall.

It was both frustrating and achingly arousing to have her tease me so. I knew from past experience that Samantha was purposely finding just the right places to stimulate me. Then, she would exploit them to the point where I surely thought I’d come, before moving onto the next. It was like the sensation of rising and falling upon waves of ecstasy, and I was at their mercy.

I then felt her pull her fingers back, and I cried out in anguish as the joyous sensation of penetration was taken from me. But I was to be deprived only for a moment, as I felt my cousin’s middle finger rubbing my juices into my asshole before pushing against it.

“Ow! Ohh… yeah,” I moaned, sighing deeply with pleasure as I was doubly penetrated by Samantha’s long fingers. “Right there, cuz!”

I could actually feel Samantha’s fingers touching between the thin barrier between my asshole and pussy as they moved in unison in and out of me in long even strokes. “Do you like it?” she inquired.

“Mmm, yeah!” I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pushing harder. “Ohh, but– but, Sam, is this what you want–! Oh! Want to do to Tabitha?”

“Oh, oh yeah!” she laughed with a wide grin, “Definitely! I want to show my little sister everything we’ve shown each other.”

“Oooh, sounds sooo good!” I giggled, taking her other hand as well, and making her pinch my nipple just a little harder, “Tell me, my love– OH! Tell me! Tell me how you want to fuck your little sister!”

My cousin grinned and began rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fingered me. “Oh, I don’t know…” she replied wistfully. “Maybe I’d do THIS!”

With that, Samantha slid another finger inside of my ass, causing me to shriek loudly, arching my back as the feeling filled me. “Ohh! Ah, I–! Uh–!” was all I could manage as my cousin’s fingers stretched me a little father apart. But it felt so good to be so full that all I could do was push her fingers in even farther.

“Oooh, I see you like it, little girl!” chuckled Samantha, “Hmm, I may have to punish you if you like it too much!”

“Oh! Oh yes, Sam!” I cried, almost laughing as I moaned. “Please! Please punish me!” My cousin grinned and twisted her fingers inside of my a little before shoving them firmly back inside. “Oh, so does my little Tabby want a good spanking?” she teased, trying to sound a little condescending.

“Mm! Oh, yesss! Please!” I begged, my whole body alive with sensation, my senses on the verge of overload as the thought of her Samantha’s hand smacking my across the ass making me come.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in mock despair, “You’re coming all over my finger, little girl! Now what ever will I do?”

“Oooh! An-anything!” I gasped as my body shuddered, and I began thrashing about, my orgasm taking total control, “Ah! Sam! Ohhh!”

My cousin quickly removed her fingers, and moved up to hold me as I came. She held me close and kissed me affectionately as I shuddered beneath her. “Shh…” she soothed, as I let out a long series of short gasps, and tears actually formed in my eyes at the joy I felt.

“I love you, Amy…” I heard her whisper in my ear, and it was all that I could do to hold her.

I knew that I’d probably leave scratches across her back as I inadvertently dug my nails into her back while I squirmed, but I knew that Sam wouldn’t mind. She merely held me tighter, nuzzling my ear lovingly as my near convulsions began to subside, and I took several long deep breaths so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate.

“Oh, Sam…” I moaned, “thank you… so much.”

“Uh, Amy?” I heard her pensive reply.

“Yes?” I inquired sweetly, expecting her kiss but instead finding Samantha looking up in horror.

I tilted my head, and gasped at what I saw. I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but what I saw was real. Before us stood little Tabitha with a shocked look across her face.

If it weren’t for our precarious position I would have thought her expression too cute in a sweet and innocent, almost vulnerable way. She was wearing a pair of blue denim overalls, with a tight pink t-shirt that I was certain hugged her little tits in just the right way. Her shoulder length red hair was tied in a pair of girlish looking pigtails that added to her youthful innocent appeal, and the girl’s wide green eyes seemed to betray a sense of wonder.

“Whatcha doing?” she inquired sweetly, putting her hands behind her back and blushing a little.

“Um, playing?” I volunteered, feeling horribly embarrassed, yet strangely excited at the same time.

“I see…” the girl replied somewhat pensively, “It doesn’t look like any game I’ve ever played.”

“It’s more of a grown-up game,” explained her sister, standing up, making no move to cover herself.

“But it’s a secret one,” I added as I followed suit a little more modestly, and glanced around for the rest of my clothes.

“It must be,” pondered Tabitha, “’cause I’ve never seen anyone else doing that. And no one’s ever told me about it either. Is it fun?”

“Definitely!” laughed Samantha a little nervously as I stood closely behind her, trying to shield myself with her body, “But, because it’s a secret, you can’t tell Mom or Dad about this.”

“Why?” inquired her sister innocently, looking a little skeptical, “They’re grownups.”

“They wouldn’t understand, Tabby,” replied Samantha solemnly, and put her arm around me, “But… But we’d like to show you more some time. If, if you’d like…”

Tabitha bit the end of her finger thoughtfully, and I felt my nervousness heighten as I heard my cousin’s dog barking excitedly as their parents walked towards the house. “Um, maybe,” she said carefully, and glanced over her shoulder for a moment to look outside, “But I’m not a grown-up. I thought you said it’s a grown-up game.”

“It is,” I agreed nervously, returning Samantha’s embrace, “But I think you’re old enough.”

“Yeah!” agreed Samantha with a reassuring smile, “But it would have to be later. And we’d have to be quiet and careful about.”

“Okay, I guess,” replied Tabitha, “But I… I don’t know too much about this stuff.”

“It’s easy,” her sister assured her, “We’ll show you how it’s done, and you can join in as much or as little as you want.”

“I see,” commented Tabitha thoughtfully. “So when can we start?”

“How about tonight?” I inquired, “After your parents have gone to bed. We’ll have to be quiet, but it’s more exciting this way.”

Samantha smiled and nodded. “Quite, my dear,” she replied, “But, that’s for later. Right now, we’d best be getting our clothes back on. A secret’s only a secret so long as no one knows about it. But, what’s your opinion, Tabby? You up for it tonight?”

The girl nodded slowly and smiled a little. “Yeah, I think so,” she said with a bit of cute giggle. “Just tell me when.”

“No — no problem!” I stammered nervously, overjoyed to have the chance to retrieve my clothes once the girl had started climbing back down the ladder.

“Well,” commented Samantha with a smirk, “Things are getting curiouser and curiouser!”

“Thank you, Alice in Wonderland!” I muttered, pulling on my shirt, “Goodness, you’re cool under pressure!”

My cousin smiled confidently as she stood with her shirt in her hands. “The Ice Man Cometh!” she quoted.

“In this case the Ice Girl, I should think,” I corrected, “But at least you still have a warm heart.”

“For you? Always, my love,” Samantha assured as she took me in her arms, “You know I’m lost without you.”

I blushed a little as I smiled, momentarily unable to meet her gaze. “But… are you sure what we did was okay?” I inquired, “What if… What if Tabitha doesn’t like it and she tells? What’ll happen to us?”

“Shh…” my cousin whispered, putting her finger over my lips, “We’ll always be together. No matter what, don’t worry. But, I’m certain that my sister will enjoy what we have to offer her, just as much as you once did, Amy. Trust me, I have the situation in hand. Even if it scares me a little…”

I laughed a little and put my arms around her, cherishing the sensation of her body pressed against mine. “I’m scared too,” I admitted, “But I do trust you, Sam. I always have, and I always will. And even if this blows up in our faces, I’ll still love you, and regret nothing.”

“Thank you,” replied Samantha, with a bit of moisture in her eyes, “But we should go and see my parents before they wonder where we are and Tabby tells them.”

I nodded, and reluctantly let her go before finishing dressing and following my cousin back to the house.

Continue on to Part Two

By Ebo

Kelly started the water going in the stall, then untied her robe and slipped out of it. Naked, she turned to the mirror hung on the back of the door. She didn’t dance professionally anymore, but she was still in amazing shape. Long in the leg and narrow in the waist, with just enough breast to muster some cleavage in a low-cut dress, she still had her dancer’s build. Smiling, she thought she would have no problem turning a few heads.

The hot water felt amazing, and she stood under it a while before reaching for her body wash. She breathed in the scent of jasmine as she poured a puddle of soap in her upturned palm. She always loved the smell of jasmine, and the shower was redolent with its scent as she began to soap up.

As she washed between her thighs, she felt she was getting a little scratchy down there. It had been a couple of days, and she needed to shave, again. Glancing at her razor and shave gel, she thought it could wait until tomorrow. With Vicky here, she wouldn’t wouldn’t need a smooth pussy tonight.

She had been shaving down there for as long as she had needed to. She had caught some flack from the girls in her middle school and high school gym classes, but she didn’t let their teasing change her mind. She just liked the way she looked clean shaven, loved how soft and smooth she felt down there after a shave. She had been doing it since she was twelve-ish.

Kelly realized she was still looking at her razor. Shrugging, she picked it up, thought, Tonight or tomorrow, makes no difference.

She didn’t want to admit why she decided to reach for the razor. She knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would give her secret growing desire a name. It already had a name but as long as she didn’t say it out loud…

Shaking her head, she pushed those dangerous thoughts aside, focused on shaving. She has been doing it for so long that she made short work of it. Rinsing the soap away, she looked at her cute, smooth pussy, ran her fingers over her soft labia. She shivered.

Kelly finished her shower, dried off, then slipped back into her robe. She went to her room, slipped into some pajama bottoms and a tank top. Dressed, she went in search of Vicky. She found the girl in the living room, watching TV.

Sitting beside her on the couch, Kelly asked, “Anything good on?”

“Not really,” Vicky said, offering Kelly the remote. She went back to flipping channels when Kelly waved her off. Finally, she gave up and turned off the TV. Looking at herself, Vicky asked, “Do you have something I could wear?”

“I think we could find something,” Kelly said, getting up, “Come on.”

The girl followed Kelly down the hall to her bedroom. Kelly left Vicky to look around while she went to her closet and started poking through her clothes for something the girl could wear.

“I love your bedroom,” Vicky said.

Pausing in her riffling to smile at the girl, she said, “Thanks.”

“It’s very you,” Vicky said, walking around.

Curious what the girl meant, Kelly asked, “How so?”

“It’s beautiful,” Vicky said, looking at Kelly over her shoulder, “Stylish but not pretentious… Like you.”

Kelly gaped wide-eyed at Vicky, caught completely off guard by the comment. Did Vicky really think she was beautiful? She had to remind herself that even if Vicky thought she was beautiful, it didn’t mean the girl was attracted to her. Women- and girls, too- were just more open in their opinions of their fellow women.

And even if she was attracted to me, it doesn’t mean anything would ever be done about it. Even if Vicky wanted to, that was one road I’m not going down.

The fact that she even needed to tell herself that made her wonder how true the statement really was. Would she really say no if the option of sleeping with a willing and interested Vicky was on the table? Not that she thought Vicky was interested in sleeping with her. But, if she were…

“Um, thanks,” Kelly said, turning away from the girl before she could see how flustered the comment had made her. Her hands were shaking some as she went back to finding something for Vicky to wear. She took a bunch of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control, again.

She found a summer dress she had bought at the beginning of the season. The tag had said it was her size and she hadn’t tried it on, only to find out it was a little small for her when she got home. It was cute, so she had kept it, thinking maybe she could squeeze into it. Pulling it out of the closet, she thought it might be a little big on Vicky but not so much she couldn’t wear it.

“Here,” Kelly said, turning back to the girl, “try this on. Might be a little big, but I think it’ll be okay for tonight.”

Vicky took the dress, holding it to look at it. She smiled at Kelly, said, “It’s cute.”

“I said the same thing when I bought it,” Kelly said, laughing, “but it’s too small for me. A bit snug.”

“It’s too bad you can’t wear it,” Vicky said, her smile turning up a bit more. “You would have looked amazing in it.”

Kelly inhaled sharply, caught off guard, again, by the girl’s comment. There was something in Vicky’s eyes that said that it was more than a simple compliment. The way Vicky had said it had sounded… Flirty. Kelly didn’t think she was imagining things.

“Then again,” Vicky said, her smile becoming playful, “you’d look good in just about anything. Even pajama bottoms.”

That smile made Kelly forget to breathe for a few seconds, and her heart was off to the races in her breast. She has had some women smile at her like that when they wanted to go home with her, but never a twelve-year-old girl.

Well, one girl did- Vicky’s mother, Kelly thought, which didn’t help her reaction any. She and Becky had had a very intimate, very carnal relationship by the time the girl had moved away.

“Vicky, I…” Kelly said, then ran out of words. She really didn’t know what to say. Her face was hot, and she wondered if Vicky could see her blushing.

The girl met and held Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly thought she was looking for something, maybe gauging Kelly’s reaction to her comment. Kelly hoped the girl couldn’t read her thoughts because they were going places they really shouldn’t go.

Vicky tucked her hair behind her ear almost shyly, her eyes never wavering from Kelly’s as she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I, well…” Kelly stammered, the question short-circuiting her brain.

“I catch you looking at me sometimes,” Vicky said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “when you don’t think I’ll notice.”

Kelly couldn’t work up enough saliva to even try to deny what the girl was saying was true. Besides, how could she deny it? It was the truth. She had been looking at the girl. She wasn’t all that surprised Vicky had noticed; she hadn’t been very subtle about it. Unable to resist, the girl had drawn her eye like a moth to a flame.

“Then earlier,” Vicky said, her voice taking on a nervous warble, “I saw you in the mirror, watching me undress.”

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kelly realized she had been found out. Vicky knew Kelly had an inappropriate interest in her. Judging by the way this conversation was going, Vicky was at least a little interested in Kelly, too. That scared the hell out of Kelly because she was already on shaky ground when it came to the girl. If Vicky kept looking at her like that… She didn’t know if she had the self-control to resist her.

“I was disappointed when you walked away,” Vicky said, self-consciously, “I thought because of all the times I caught you looking that you might like me… Like that. You walked away before I finished undressing, so I… I don’t know. If you had stayed, I would have known for sure, but I don’t.”

Kelly thought she should say something, but she had no idea what that should be. She wanted to reassure the girl that she was beautiful, but she didn’t think that was a good idea. Kelly figured the best thing she could do was quash the girl’s burgeoning feelings for Kelly, to tell the girl she was mistaken about Kelly’s interest in her. A whopper of a lie that would keep this situation from spiraling further out of control. Kelly didn’t have the heart to do it, though. Vicky looked so vulnerable standing there in just a towel. She couldn’t couldn’t do it. More than that, it had shown a lot of guts, confronting Kelly like this. Kelly didn’t think she could have done it when she was Vicky’s age, didn’t think she could have been this bold.

“So,” Vicky said, drawing Kelly’s attention back from her thoughts, “I thought…”

Kelly watched the girl struggle to find the words to express what she wanted to say. She opened her mouth a couple of times, only to close it without uttering a word. Finally, she just took a deep breath and released the knot between her breasts. Gasping, Kelly watched the towel falling, falling in slow-mo to the floor. Naked, the girl turned those big brown eyes on her and Kelly couldn’t breathe. Vicky just stood there for Kelly to look at, her spine straight and her hip cocked confidently. Kelly thought the girl wasn’t as confident as she let on, sensed a vulnerability and a shyness just behind the sassiness.

Unable to take her eyes off the girl, Kelly drank her in like a woman dying of thirst would a tall glass of iced tea. Vicky was truly stunning, her lovely young body making Kelly ache to touch her, to be with her.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Vicky asked.

Kelly didn’t even try to lie, the evidence of her attraction to Vicky surely plain on her face and in her eyes. The girl had to know, anyway, so she said in a shaky voice, “You are beautiful. So beautiful, but I need you to put this on now.”

Playfully, Vicky looked at the dress Kelly was offering, said, “Why?”

“You know why,” Kelly said, meaning it. She knew just how shaky the ground Kelly was on really was.

“What if I don’t? What happens then?” Vicky asked, moving closer. She stopped within arm’s reach of Kelly, making no move to reach for the dress. She just smiled at Kelly.

Kelly met the girl’s eyes, saw a spark of desire in them that stole her breath away, made her knees a little weak. She moved away from Vicky on wobbly legs, tearing her eyes away from the girl. She took a deep breath, said, “I don’t think we should find out.”

The doorbell rang, and Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked guiltily in the direction of the front door. For a paranoid moment, she thought it was the police to take her away. Even when it dawned on her that it was probably the Chinese food she couldn’t completely shake the feeling.

Kelly handed the dress to Vicky as she hurried to get the door, called over her shoulder, “Please put this on.”

As she collected their dinner from the delivery guy and paid for their order, her paranoia didn’t completely abate. She thought he knew, somehow. Knew there was a naked twelve-year-old girl in her bedroom. When she showed him out and closed the door behind him, she put her head against the cool wood and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

She heard Vicky come into the kitchen and turned to see the girl leaning against the center island. Kelly sighed with relief when she saw Vicky in the summer dress. She couldn’t relax completely, though. She still wasn’t out of the woods. Looking at Vicky, she knew she would have to deal with what had happened in the bedroom and her own feelings and desires.

Hopefully, it’ll be easier without Vicky’s lovely body on display, Kelly thought, walking over the island.

“This smells delicious,” Vicky said, smiling at Kelly.

“I’ll get us some plates,” Kelly said, walking to the cabinets, “why don’t you start figuring out what is what?”

“Okay,” Vicky said, pulling white boxes out the bag and opening them.

Kelly got them a couple of plates, then grabbed the two liter of Coke from the fridge. They sat down at the island and began divvying up the food. They both sighed happily as they had their first bite of the unctuous food.

Vicky glanced at the window above the sink and whatever she saw held her attention. Finally, Kelly had to look, craning her neck to see what the girl was looking at. She couldn’t see anything unusual. Meeting Vicky’s eyes, she raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s a full moon out tonight,” Vicky said, sadness creeping into her voice.

“Um, yeah… I think it is,” Kelly said, frowning as she looked at the girl, “Is that significant?”

“It makes me miss my friend, Alexis,” Vicky said, sighing as she poked at her food.

“Why?” Kelly asked, wondering what the connection between the moon and Vicky’s friend could be. Unless the girl was a werewolf, Kelly couldn’t think of one.

Vicky looked at Kelly a long time without saying anything, and Kelly thought the girl was trying to make up her mind whether to tell Kelly or not. Kelly’s heart started beating a little faster, realizing it must be a good story. Finally, Vicky made up her mind, and with a nervous laugh, she said, “You can’t tell Mom.”

“Um, I won’t unless it is something that puts you in danger,” Kelly said, not wanting to make that promise without knowing the secret.

“Danger? No, no danger. Might get me grounded, but there was no real danger,” Vicky said, blushing.

“I promise not to tell, but with an asterisk. You know what I mean?” Kelly said, meeting the girl’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Vicky said, laughing.

“What’s up with the moon and your friend?” Kelly asked, sipping her Coke.

“God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Alexis would kill me if she knew,” Vicky said, her face turning red, “when I stayed at my friend Alexis’s house, we’d sneak out at night and go to this pond behind her house. We’d… We’d dance naked for hours, then go swimming to cool down. The water was usually warmer than the air outside, and we wouldn’t want to get out.”

Kelly’s heart was thumping in her chest because she thought she knew where this story was going. Her food largely forgotten, she leaned forward with new interest as Vicky continued her story.

“I guess we were ten… Yeah, ten, the first time we kissed. One led to a lot. We spent the night just kissing and touching, giggling the whole time. It was thrilling and naughty, fun even if we didn’t know what we were doing. The sun was coming up by the time we slipped back into the house.

Like mother, like daughter, Kelly thought, amused by how closely Vicky’s and Alexis’s sapphic beginning mirrored her own and Becky’s. The stories weren’t exactly the same, but enough alike to be surprising.

“She was so beautiful, twirling in the moonlight,” Vicky said, tears glistening in her eyes, “like an angel or a butterfly.”

“You were more than just friends?” Kelly asked.

Laughing self-consciously, Vicky said, “I don’t know what we were. I just know I liked… being with her. Regardless of what we were doing.”

Kelly smiled warmly at her, said, “I think that qualifies as more than friends.”

Shrugging, Vicky said, “She lives like fifteen hours away, now.”

“That’s rough, Kiddo,” Kelly said, remembering how it had felt when Becky had moved away, “I actually know just how you feel. It sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Vicky said, sighing. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, visibly making an effort to shake off the funk she was slipping into. She gave Kelly a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Kelly said, giving the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll just have to find a dance partner here,” Vicky said, taking a bite of her food.

Snorting in surprise, Kelly laughed, “Are you looking for a new partner?”

“I’ve been…Testing the waters, I guess, with the girls in dance class and at school. You know, see if anyone might be interested without drawing attention to myself,” Vicky said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Kelly said, amused. She was very familiar with the game; it was one she had played all through middle school and high school. The leading questions, carefully crafted to draw out a response without giving away too much of her own secret; the guessing and second-guessing about the signals she was getting; and the anxiety about getting it wrong.

Vicky smiled at her, said, “I thought you might.”

“Any takers?” Kelly asked, forking some pepper steak into her mouth.

“Not so far,” Vicky said, meeting Kelly’s eyes, “the only one who seems interested… is you.”

Kelly took longer to chew her food than was really necessary. She needed the time to think about how to respond. She thought about denying it, but Vicky had already seen through that lie, knew Kelly was attracted to her. Swallowing, she said, “I find it hard to believe a girl as pretty as you can’t find someone other than your creepy dance instructor.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Alexis and me… It was a happy accident. Do you know what I mean?”

Again, Kelly thought she knew exactly what the girl was talking about. Had any one thing gone differently that day in Becky’s bedroom, she and Vicky’s mother wouldn’t have kissed for the first time. There were a lot of dominoes that had to fall just right for their lips to meet and their friendship to veer in a completely different direction.

Favoring Kelly with a playful smile, Vicky said, “Besides, I could do a lot worse than my creepy dance instructor.”

Kelly laughed, said, “Thanks. I think.”

“How about you?” Vicky asked.

“How about me what?” Kelly asked.

“Any current dance partners?” Vicky asked, with a little mischief and a whole lot of curiosity in her eyes.

“Um, no… No ‘dance partner’,” Kelly said, wondering if she should have lied about having a girlfriend. Belatedly, she realized it would have been an easy way out of this whole situation.

“I find it hard to believe a pretty dance instructor like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Vicky said, grinning as she turned Kelly’s words back on her.

Thinking about the dry spell she has been having lately, Kelly said, sourly, “I guess my charm only works on hard up twelve-year-old’s.”

That made Vicky laugh, and she said, “Lucky me.”

“Well, don’t get too excited,” Kelly said, pointing her egg roll at the girl, “I’m not dancing naked with you.”

“Why not?” Vicky asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile that made Kelly’s heart skip a couple of beats.

“Well, for one,” Kelly said, pointing over her shoulder, “my next door neighbor is a bit of perv. He’s always watching me through his blinds, any time I’m out back.”

“That only makes it that much more fun,” Vicky said, excitement creeping into her voice, “The chance of getting caught…Alexis and I would leave our clothes in her room, sneak out completely naked. We’d be giggling and shaking by the time we made it to the pond. Without our clothes, we were so busted if anyone saw us.”

Kelly blinked in surprise at the girl and Vicky blushed. Laughing, Kelly said, “Wow.”

Vicky looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” Kelly said, drawing the girl’s attention, “it was just a bit of shock hearing a twelve-year-old girl say something like that. I know what you mean, though. A little danger can be fun. Exciting.”

“Yeah,” Vicky said, then leaned closer, “Want to dance with me?”

“That might be a little too much danger,” Kelly said, her heart racing.

“I’m going to do it,” Vicky said, meeting and holding Kelly’s eyes, “don’t make me dance alone.”

Kelly couldn’t breathe, stunned by the look in Vicky’s eyes, the raw desire in them.

“I- I don’t think we should,” Kelly said, a little concerned how weak her protest sounded to her own ears.

“Don’t make me dance alone,” Vicky repeated, an excited grin breaking out on her face. She giggled as she sprang off the bar stool, running for the back door. She pulled the dress up and off as she ran. It fell to the ground behind her as she twisted the knob and opened the door. She was out the door before Kelly had time to react.

Kelly raced to the door, almost slipping and falling on the discarded dress. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, but just barely. From the open door, she could see a very naked Vicky clear as day.

“Vicky,” Kelly hissed in her best ‘mom’ voice, “get in here.”

“Come out instead,” Vicky said, twirling around and around, “the air feels amazing!”

“Seriously, come back inside,” Kelly said, her eyes cutting to her neighbor’s house. His lights were out, and Kelly prayed he wasn’t home.

“I’ll come in if you dance with me,” Vicky said, holding out her hands and gyrating her hips.

The porch light came on automatically when someone passed by the sensor and Vicky had triggered it when she ran out of the house. The whole backyard was bathed in pale yellow light. Vicky might as well be dancing under a spotlight. Kelly got on her tippy toes and unscrewed the bulb, cursing at how hot it already was. She managed to turn the bulb enough to break the connection.

When the backyard fell dark, Kelly saw just how bright the moon and stars were tonight. She could still make out Vicky dancing and, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloom, she could see her lovely body as it twisted and flexed, spun and leaped. Kelly was transfixed by the sight.

“Come inside, and I’ll dance with you,” Kelly said, blinking when she realized she meant it.

“Would you really dance with me? Vicky asked.

“Yes,” Kelly said, her heart knocking around her rib cage, “I want to dance with you.”

“Then come here,” Vicky said, holding out her hand to Kelly.

Kelly looked at the hand, then laughed and shook her head. The girl wasn’t going to give in, wouldn’t come inside until Kelly danced with her. The girl was so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, pale and ethereal as a ghost. Feeling the last of her resistance fading, Kelly started down the steps to go to her, but Vicky shook her head.

“No clothes,” Vicky said.

Kelly hesitated only a second, then found herself stripping out of her tank top and pajama bottoms. Naked, she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air finding her bare skin. It was an excited shiver, a naughty thrill that worked up her spine and she wanted to giggle like a school girl. Like Vicky had as she ran out of the house naked and into the night.

As an adult, she was a whole lot more self-conscious of her body. Society had made being naked taboo, something a woman her age wasn’t supposed to do. This whole situation seemed crazy to her, had her jittery with excitement. Still, as she stepped off the back porch and onto the grass, she had an arm across her breasts and walked with her knees together. It was an impractical way to move, used only by those who were naked and embarrassed. It really didn’t do any good- definitely wasn’t hiding anything- but she couldn’t stop doing it.

“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kelly said, under her breath. The lights were still out next door, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could be watching them right now, and she would never know. She shivered, again.

When Kelly made it to where Vicky stood, the girl moved the arm across Kelly’s breasts. Kelly could feel the girl’s eyes on her, her gaze hot on Kelly’s naked body. There was plenty of light for Vicky to be able to see Kelly. Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as Vicky’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She waited breathlessly for Vicky to say something.

Vicky didn’t say anything, just moved against Kelly, wrapping her arms around Kelly. Gasping, Kelly felt the twelve-year-old’s naked body mold against her own. Vicky turned her head up, smiling at Kelly. Giving in, Kelly hugged the girl back.

“I’m glad you didn’t make me dance alone,” Vicky said.

With a nervous laugh, Kelly said, “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

Vicky met and held Kelly’s eyes, asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, honestly. She knew she shouldn’t be here, or even want to be here, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how Vicky felt in her arms. More than that, she was done denying her desire for the girl. The fact that Vicky was interested, too, only made it easier for her to let go of her reservations about being here. Wherever Vicky wanted this night to go, Kelly was going along for the ride.

“Good,” Vicky said, getting up on her tippy toes to give Kelly a kiss.

It was just the briefest of kisses, just a brush of Vicky’s lips against her own, but it left Kelly trembling for more.

“Dance with me,” Vicky said, excitedly as she pulled back from Kelly. Taking Kelly’s hand, she repeated, “Dance with me.”

“Dance how?” Kelly asked, looking at the girl for direction.

“I don’t know,” Vicky said, laughing, “just dance!”

Kelly watched as Vicky began to dance, to sway to some inner music only she could hear. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, mesmerized by the gyrations of her hips. Vicky moved with a natural grace, a fluidity that Kelly had found fascinating the first time she saw the girl dance, and she found it just as fascinating now.

She was a little jealous of Vicky’s dancing, envious of her freedom. Vicky just danced- free of inhibitions, free of social expectations, free of concerns and self-conscience. She was just a young girl enjoying the night air on her bare skin.

Why can’t I dance like that, Kelly wondered, then it dawned on her. The only one stopping her was… her. Her inhibitions and social hangups were hers to set aside so she could dance just for the sake of dancing. Not for a paycheck or to fulfill an obligation, just because the night was still pleasantly warm and the moon was so brilliant in the sky above. It was something she hadn’t done since she was about Vicky’s age. With a nervous laugh, Kelly began to move her hips. As she found her inner song, she let go of her cares and danced like she was twelve-years-old, again.

She felt as light as a feather, as free as she could remember being in a very long time.

Kelly’s inner song must be the same as Vicky’s because their moves began to sync up inadvertently. It was serendipity, purely by accident but, to anyone watching, their movements must look choreographed. The synchronicity with which they moved usually required hours of practice, but it came naturally to them.

Minutes or hours, Kelly didn’t know how long they danced under the stars. Lost in the moment, time didn’t matter. Only when head lights swung into her next door neighbor’s driveway, did Kelly snap out of the revelry she had been in.

“Shit,” Kelly said, snatching up Vicky’s hand. The fact that she was very naked in her backyard with an equally naked twelve-year-old girl came back to her with the sound of her perverted neighbor getting out of his car, and she got her feet moving. Laughing, she said, “Run!”

They were both laughing as they darted for the house. They burst inside, closing the door behind them. Looking at each other, they started laughing harder, Kelly holding her side.

“Too close,” she said, smiling at the girl.

“Worth it, though,” Vicky said, returning the smile.

“Definitely worth it,” Kelly agreed, shaking her head, “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”

“Well,” Vicky said, moving into Kelly’s arms, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Kelly said, putting her arms around the girl’s neck. It was the truth. Dancing with Vicky under the stars was something she’d never forget. Not that she wanted to. It was a memory she hoped to hold onto for a very long time.

Kelly loved the feel of Vicky’s slight body pressed against her own, and she thought about the brief kiss they had shared on the back lawn. It had left her wanting more and, now with the girl in her arms, again, Kelly thought about Vicky’s story and what had happened after dancing. She didn’t have a pool but…

Her heart started beating faster in her breast and Kelly was trembling with need and fear. Mostly need. It had been a long minute since she had been with anyone and her desire for Vicky has been building up unchecked for months now.

If she kisses me now, Kelly thought, swallowing hard, I’ll come completely undone.

The thought barely had time to take root in her mind when Vicky turned her face up, smiling this little smile at Kelly. She couldn’t breathe because it was a smile for the bedroom, out of place on a girl Vicky’s age but undeniable. On her tippy toes, Vicky leaned into Kelly, stopped with her lips only inches from Kelly’s.

She wants me to be the one, Kelly thought, looking into the girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she wants me to kiss her, wants me to be the instigator.

Did she dare? At this point, would it even matter who kissed whom? The line had probably been crossed a long time ago. Still, she wished Vicky had just kissed her, had pushed her over the edge into the forbidden, the taboo. Now, she had to make the decision whether or not to take the plunge on her own.

Still looking into Vicky’s eyes, she didn’t agonize over the decision too long and probably not nearly long enough. Kelly pressed her lips to Vicky’s before she had time to think better of it. When she opened her mouth a little, Vicky’s tongue touched hers, caressed it, drew her into a deeper kiss than she was ready for. Only twelve, yet Vicky kissed better than some of the more experienced women Kelly had been with.

Vicky broke the kiss, her eyes flashing at Kelly. Smiling, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d kiss me.”

“Me, either,” Kelly said, laughing.

“I’m glad you did,” Vicky said, kissing her, again. Like before, the kiss got away from them, the passion building between them bubbling up in a hurry. When they finally came up for air, Vicky smiled at Kelly, took her hand, and said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Kelly asked, even though the look in Vicky’s eyes was answer enough.

“Your bedroom,” Vicky said, heading that way like she expected Kelly to follow her without argument. The girl wasn’t wrong.

Continue on to Part Three

By Ebo

{ This story was originally posted at Loli Sapphism }

Sitting at her desk in her office, Kelly Chambers stared at the cell phone on her calendar in front of her and wondered if she shouldn’t have told her friend Becky no. She wasn’t one to turn away a friend in need, but this seemed like a bad idea. Chewing on her lip, Kelly thought about calling Becky back and telling her she couldn’t do it. She might have if Becky hadn’t sounded so frazzled on the phone and had said it was an emergency.

Kelly sat up straighter and thought, I’m making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. It’s just one night. It’ll be fine.

Standing up, Kelly circled her desk. With her hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breath to compose herself before exiting the office. As ready as she was going to get, Kelly opened the door and stepped out into the main area of her dance studio, Chamber’s Dance Academy. She saw Trouble sitting on the bank of bleachers that took up most of one wall.

Her real name was Vicky Winters, not Trouble. She was actually a pretty good kid, so Trouble didn’t really fit her. Vicky was Trouble for Kelly and probably no one else. Which wasn’t to mean she acted out in dance class because nothing could be further from the truth. She was the ideal student, attentive to instruction and eager to learn. Vicky was a passionate dancer and very skilled, graceful.

Vicky was trouble because she looked just like her mother had at twelve. Becky Winters had been her best friend and first love. Becky had never been lovelier than she had been that summer Becky’s family had moved away. Kelly didn’t figure it out until Becky was half way across the country, but she had been in love with the girl. She was left pining for a girl she couldn’t hold anymore. Kelly hadn’t really gotten over Becky, which is why when she took a partner, she sought out a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. This would have been fine, but she liked her girlfriends slender, almost boyish in build. Basically, her type was Becky at twelve.

Again, this shouldn’t have been a problem — there were plenty of flat-chested brunettes in the sea — but she had also developed an affinity for middle-school-aged girls. She never acted on these urges, but when she saw a beautiful eleven-twelve-thirteen-year-old girl, her heart would beat a little faster. If one of those girls happened to look like Becky… Trouble.

Vicky was Trouble in spades. There was no doubt Vicky was Becky’s daughter. She had the same beautiful eyes and warm smile, same glossy brown hair and the same lithe and lean figure. It was more than just looks, though. Vicky had the same grace and confidence that Kelly had found irresistible in her mother at that age.

Kelly would be lying if she said she didn’t find Vicky attractive. It had been a long time since anyone had gotten in Kelly’s head like the lovely Vicky did when she walked into Chambers Dance Academy two months ago. That first glimpse of the girl had made Kelly’s heart skip a few beats, and that instant attraction had only gotten worse with each dance session.

Just how much worse was what worried Kelly. While she liked to look at young girls, there was never any real danger of her doing anything. Vicky in her leotard and white tights tempted her more than she liked to admit.

To make matters worse, Kelly thought the girl knew the spell she had Kelly under. In fact, Kelly was almost positive she did. Again, this would have been fine if Vicky reacted like a typical twelve-year-old girl should have when she realized her pervy dance instructor was interested in her — which was roll her eyes dramatically or tell her mother — but she didn’t. Instead, she started smiling at Kelly and finding reasons to talk to her more.

It was probably just wishful thinking, but Kelly got the feeling Vicky was testing her, feeling her out. Some of the things she said, the way she looked at Kelly seemed… flirty. Sometimes, Kelly felt like Vicky was trying to gauge her reaction.

Kelly didn’t think she hid her interest very well. Anyone with any kind of experience at reading a person’s body language would see right through her. Her only hope was that Vicky was inexperienced enough to miss the obvious signs Kelly was giving off. Unfortunately, something told her she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Seeing Kelly coming, Vicky looked up from her phone. The girl favored Kelly with a smile that made her forget to breathe for a few seconds. There was so much potential for trouble in that smile. Kelly almost panicked, ran back to her office to call Becky and tell her she had changed her mind. Instead, she took another deep breath to calm herself before sitting next to the girl on the bleachers.

“Um, your mom called. She won’t be able to pick you up tonight,” Kelly said.

“I know,” Vicky said, holding up her phone, “she just told me. I’m staying with you tonight.”

“Looks like it,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

The corners of Vicky’s mouth turned up even more, and Kelly caught a glint of mischief in the girl’s eyes. Something in that smile made Kelly’s heart knock around her chest like a crazed animal in a cage.

Kelly didn’t like the nervous warble in her voice as she said, “Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, getting to her feet and picking up her little duffel bag in one lithe motion.

Watching the girl walk toward the exit, mesmerized by the tick of her backside, Kelly swallowed hard and got to her feet. Shaking her head, she forced herself to look away. She was going to have her hands full trying to keep her hands off the girl tonight.

Kelly followed Vicky outside, pausing to set the alarm and lock up the studio behind her. She hadn’t realized how badly her hands were shaking until she fumbled her keys trying to get them in the lock, dropping them. As she bent over to pick them up, she felt eyes on her. Straightening up, she glanced around the parking lot to see who was checking her out. The parking lot was mostly empty, and the only person in sight was Vicky, leaning against the hood of Kelly’s car. When Kelly met her eyes, the girl looked away, guiltily.

Oh God, Kelly thought, saying a little prayer, please let me be imagining things. Don’t let Vicky be interested in me. It’s hard enough to behave without knowing the girl might want the attention.

She managed to get the door locked, then pressed the button on her key fob to open her car doors. Vicky was sliding into the passenger seat as Kelly walked to the car. Kelly swore the girl was watching her approach, but the sun made it hard to see through the windshield. Still, she was certain. A little flustered by the girl’s attention, Kelly tried to act nonchalant but failed miserably.

Getting into the car, Kelly avoided meeting Vicky’s eyes. She jammed the key in the ignition, and the car came grumbling to life. The poor thing was on its last leg, should have been put to pasture years ago. If her classes continued to be booked solid, she was going to treat herself to a new car and finally let Charlie rest in peace.

One of her girlfriends had asked why she called her car Charlie and the best she could come up with was it looked like a Charlie.

As she put Charlie in gear, she said, “Alright, Charlie. Take us home.”

“You call your car Charlie?” Vicky asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“You know,” Vicky said, looking around the car, “it kind of fits.”

Surprised, Kelly asked, “Yeah?”

Nodding, Vicky said, “Definitely.”

Huh, Kelly thought, wondering about Vicky’s reaction to the name of her car, does she really think Charlie is a good name for the car? I know Becky would have liked it, and Vicky has her mother’s quirky sense of humor. Maybe she really does like it.

“So… Where is Charlie taking us? I mean, where do you live?” Vicky asked.

“Brighton,” Kelly said.

“An apartment? House?” Vicky asked as they turned out of the parking lot.

“House,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl. Vicky’s curiosity was making her nervous. On the surface, her questions seemed innocent enough, but Kelly got the feeling there was more to them. What, she had no idea.

“Mom and I rent an apartment,” Vicky said, sighing, “I miss having a back yard.”

Smiling at the girl, Kelly said, “I have a big back yard. You are welcome to borrow it, although I guess there isn’t much daylight left. Days are getting short again.”

“I know,” Vicky groaned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe we are already back in school.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Summer vacation never lasts long enough.”

“Tell me about it,” Vicky agreed.

“How’s the new school treating you? Making friends?” Kelly asked.

“It’s okay. Still getting used to it,” Vicky said, then sighed. “I miss my old school, though.”

“Yeah, moving sucks,” Kelly said. When the girl smiled at her, Kelly realized they were bonding. Considering Kelly’s infatuation with Vicky, she wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Still, she couldn’t spend the night avoiding talking to the girl. Well, she could, but that would be awkward for both of them.

“The bright side — I’ve made friends with a couple of girls from your class. I’m going to the movies tomorrow with Tessa,” Vicky said.

“Seeing anything good?” Kelly asked, coming to a stop at a red light.

“Suicide Squad.”

“Really? Your mom is letting you see that?” Kelly asked, glancing at the girl.

“It took some convincing,” Vicky admitted.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I bet it did.”

“God, I can’t wait to see it,” Vicky said, excitedly, “Harley Quinn looked so awesome in the previews. I’ve been trying to convince Mom to let me dress up as her for Halloween. Mom is saying no, but I think I can wear her down. Maybe guilt trip her about tonight.”

Kelly glanced at Vicky and forgot to breathe as she imagined the girl in her Harley Quinn costume. She looked away in a hurry, hoped the girl hadn’t seen her reaction. Kelly knew why Becky was saying no to the costume, but she’d love to open the door and see Vicky in fishnets, little booty shorts, and a baby tee standing on her doorstep. The girl would smile and say ‘trick or treat’ and…

Lost in her fantasy, Kelly almost passed her turn. She hit her turn signal, took the turn too fast. Not dangerously so, but noticeable. Vicky was looking at her funny and Kelly avoided meeting her eyes. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought the girl was smiling.

I need to get my head on right. Little fantasies like that can get me in a lot of trouble, especially with the girl staying the night, Kelly thought, trying to calm down.

“Um, I never thanked you for letting me stay. So you know, thanks,” Vicky said.

“You are welcome,” Kelly said, smiling at her. Not for the first time, she thought Becky had made a great kid. Vicky was beautiful, smart and funny, polite and respectful.

Vicky was quiet for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she said, “I wonder what was so important that Mom had to fly out tonight.”

“I don’t know,” Kelly said, laughing as she remembered the frantic phone call from Becky. “She sounded a little stressed out, trying to do a hundred things at once, so I didn’t ask. She didn’t seem upset, though.”

“Yeah, she sounded excited when I talked to her,” Vicky said.

“Maybe this is good news, then,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Maybe,” Vicky agreed, smiling back.

“We’ll see when she gets back in town tomorrow,” Kelly said, braking at a stop sign. Making a right turn, she steered Charlie onto her street. Two houses up, she turned into her driveway.

Looking out the windshield, Vicky was grinning as she said, “You know, I was trying to picture what sort of house you’d have. This is definitely the one.”

“What’s wrong with my house?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing. I love it,” Vicky said, blushing as she added, “I just meant it suits you.”

Kelly thought the house suited her, too. It was a bungalow with a wrap-around porch that had more square footage than the house itself. When the weather was warm, she spent a lot of time on the porch reading or surfing the web. Or sunbathing on the side deck.

Looking to her right, she was curious why Vicky thought this house suited her and asked, “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know… I can just see you living here. Do you use the porch swing a lot?”

“I do,” Kelly said.

“I would, too,” Vicky said, sighing, “I’m jealous.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Come on.”

They got out of the car, walking up the path to the front porch. Kelly slipped the key in the front door. Turning, she realized the girl wasn’t behind her, anymore. She laughed when she saw the girl on the swing. Kelly entered the alarm code, then closed the door behind. She sat on the swing next to the girl.

“I want this swing,” Vicky said.

“I thought you lived in an apartment?” Kelly said, amused.

“I could hang it in my bedroom,” Vicky said, gently rocking them.

“Sorry, Kiddo. You can’t have my swing,” Kelly laughed.

“A glass of iced tea, a good book… I would spend the whole evening right here reading,” Vicky said, stroking the bench cushion on the swing.

Substitute a glass of wine for the iced tea, and that sounds perfect, Kelly thought, having done just what the girl described many times. Many, many times.

“What sort of books do you like?” Kelly asked.

“Suspense, I guess. Like detective novels,” Vicky said, then laughed, “I’ve been reading the number books by Janet Evanovich. Do you know the ones I’m talking about?”

Nodding, Kelly said, “The Stephanie Plum novels.”

“Yes! I love them. I’m reading number seven right now,” Vicky said.

“That’s funny,” Kelly said, shaking her head, “I’m six books ahead of you, but I’m reading the Stephanie Plum books, too.”

“Really?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“Cool,” Vicky said, then laughed. “It’s kind of funny…. You like the same books as me.”

Oh God, Kelly thought, with an inward groan, what if I start liking Vicky because she has great taste in books and porch swings and not just because she has great legs and a cute backside. Lust is one thing but a genuine connection…. She’d definitely be Trouble with a capital ‘T’.

Suddenly, sitting on the porch swing next to the girl seemed a little too intimate, too friendly, and Kelly got to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You are welcome to sit awhile, but I’m heading in.”

“I’m coming,” Vicky said, following her, “I want to see the rest of the house.”

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“Um…” Vicky said, looking down at herself, “do you think I could take a shower? My clothes are sticking to me.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, pointing down the hall, “second door on the left. There are towels in the closet.”

“Thanks,” Vicky said, pushing away from the center island she had been leaning against.

Kelly watched the girl walk down the hallway, her eyes once again drawn to the playful tick of Vicky’s backside. She was such a graceful girl that even when she wasn’t dancing, her movements seemed balletic. It was unstudied, probably unintentional, but hard to look away from. Vicky’s mother had had that same grace and poise, and Kelly had found it irresistible then, too.

Only when the girl turned into the bathroom could Kelly shake off the spell she had been under. Shaking her head at her weakness for the girl, Kelly took a few deep breaths and thought, Please let me get through the night without doing something stupid.

She headed to her bedroom to change out of her own dance clothes but didn’t make it. Kelly came to a dead stop when she noticed Vicky hadn’t completely closed the door behind her. The door was a little tricky, didn’t always latch. Rooted in her spot, Kelly watched the girl slip out of her leotard, wriggling it past her hips and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She couldn’t breathe as Vicky straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of white tights. The stretchy nylon hose revealed more than it hid, clung to Vicky’s long legs and pert backside like a second skin. She might as well be naked. Kelly swallowed hard as the girl turned slightly and she saw one small, pale breast. Standing there like that, Vicky was so beautiful and tempting that Kelly wanted her… so badly. The girl was even more lovely than she had imagined.

Vicky hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the tights, started to shimmy out of them. Kelly forced herself away from the open door. Hot with adrenaline and on legs like rubber bands, Kelly walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it. Leaving the open bathroom door and the view of a nearly naked Vicky behind had drained her, had taken a Herculean feat of will. She fought her own breathing and racing heart, trying to get them under control. She failed miserably.

When she closed her eyes, she could still see the twelve-year-old undressing as clearly as if she was still standing right in front of her now. It was an image she doubted she’d ever forget, would haunt her fantasies for a long time. Not that she wanted to forget…. Ashamed or not, she had loved the way Vicky had looked standing there in just her white tights. She could no more deny it than she could the flush of heat spreading between her thighs.

“God, I’m a mess,” she said out loud, rubbing her earlobe absentmindedly. When she realized she was doing it, she snatched her hand away from her ear. It was a nervous tick of hers and spoke volumes about her state of mind.

Pushing away from the door, she stripped out of her dance clothes. Her sweaty clothes went into the hamper, and she slipped into her silk robe. She pulled the scrunchy from her hair, shaking out the ponytail she wore for dance practice.

She left her room, returning to the kitchen. Vicky must have spotted the open door because it was closed now. This was for the best because the shower stall was glass and even fogged up, would have given Kelly a fantastic view of Vicky’s naked, soapy body. Just thinking about Vicky all naked, wet and slippery didn’t do anything for Kelly’s state of mind.

In the kitchen, she pulled a bottle of Jim Beam from the freezer, poured about four inches in the bottom of a drinking glass. She filled the rest of the glass with some Coke from the fridge. Taking a sip, she made a face. It was much more stout than the ones she usually made, the ratio of bourbon to soda about two to one.

She took a long pull, the alcohol burning all the way down. She needed it to kick in, needed something to calm her nerves. The last thing she needed was for Vicky to finish her shower and see her still a flustered mess. She finished half the glass in one gulp.

Kelly was putting her empty glass in the sink when Vicky came into the kitchen. Her hair was still damp, and she had a dry towel wrapped around her, a knot between her small breasts. The alcohol had just started to make Kelly feel fuzzy, but seeing Vicky standing there in just a towel sobered Kelly up in a hurry.

“Feel better?” Kelly asked, her voice thick, but that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

“Much. Thanks,” Vicky said, leaning against the counter.

“Um… Make yourself comfortable. The TV remote is on the coffee table,” Kelly said, pushing away from the sink, “I’m going to grab a shower, then we’ll figure out what to do for dinner. Are you hungry for anything?”

“Mom and I usually get Chinese after practice,” Vicky said, smiling. “It’s becoming a tradition.”

“Chinese it is. I could go for some pepper steak, myself,” Kelly said.

“What’s the address here?” Vicky asked, digging her cell phone out of her purse, “I’ll call it in while you’re in the shower.”

Kelly rambled off the address, then said, “There is a Golden Dragon Restaurant menu on the fridge. Should have their phone number.”

Grinning, Vicky said, “Don’t need it. I’ve got it memorized.”

“Really?” Kelly asked, laughing.

“Like I said, a tradition,” Vicky said, smiling. “We always order the same thing — a number six with an extra egg roll, a number eight and a number seventeen.”

“Well order whatever you want and get me a number twelve. Oh, and a small number thirty,” Kelly said.

“What’s a number thirty?” Vicky asked, dialing.

“Pork fried rice,” Kelly said.

“Oh. I’ll make it a large if you don’t mind sharing,” Vicky said, putting the phone to her ear.

“I don’t know…. I’m pretty serious about my fried rice,” Kelly teased.

Rolling her eyes and laughing, Vicky said, “Go shower.”

Kelly left the girl to place their order, heading down the hallway for a much-needed shower. She made sure the door latched, even though she doubted that Vicky had any interest in sneaking a peek at a naked thirty-two-year-old woman.

Continue on to Part Two