Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

I slid into the hot bubbling water and perched myself beside my waiting girlfriend, who then leaned over and whispered into my ear, “So, just what did keep you, huh?” But before I could respond she kissed me lightly on the lips and, tasting Becky’s juices on me, added, “As if I didn’t know, you slut. Couldn’t wait to get to her, could you?” she giggled.

I hugged her and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance before long, sweetie.”

“Damn right, I will,” she whispered back. “That pussy of hers demands all the attention it can get. She is so adorable.”

“Mmmm,” I replied, “and while we are on the subject, her aunt is built the same way.”

Sharon stared at me.

“While Pam was packing her bag, Maggie, that’s her name, came on to me.”

Sharon waited.

“But I didn’t encourage her, and I didn’t respond either,” I quickly continued, seeing the frown on Sharon’s pretty face. “I kinda think she’s not that enamored with her girlfriend, though. She was trying to show her gratitude for us taking care of Pam for a few days while she is tied up with her show and wanted to know if she could do anything for me in return,” I added smiling.

“So you felt her pussy?” Sharon asked, continuing to frown.

“No, after I rejected her advances, she just grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs and showed me what was waiting for me if I ever changed my mind. That’s how I know she’s built the same way as Pam. And Becky confirmed it when we were, you know, in the kitchen. After seeing both her and Pam I wondered if it ran in the family and she told me that just her aunt, not her mom, was like that.”

“Well, okay,” my girlfriend replied. “Next time you go over there with the girls, though, I’m going with you.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” she replied, as her frown slowly changed to a grin. “It’s just maybe she’ll let me feel that big kitten she has purring between her legs.”

I punched her shoulder and giggled.

What a weekend this has been so far, I mused contentedly to myself. I thought about everything that had happened to us in less than twenty-four hours. When Emily came home with Pam last night I could never have imagined we’d be sitting here in the hot tub the next day looking across at our two young girls, with whom we’d now both been intimate, then at Pam’s sexy teenage sister, whose luscious pussy was still fresh on my lips as my tongue traveled slowly back and forth enjoying the aftertaste.

I felt Sharon’s hand lazily caressing my thigh as we both watched Emily and Pam showing Becky the best place to sit if she wanted to experience the thrill of the hot tub jets. Their giggles were a joy to hear as they watched the effect it was having on her and the expressions it brought to her face when her pussy caught the force of the water.

Then I caught my breath as Emily suddenly hugged Pam close to her and kissed her gently on her lips, her hand disappearing below the water and obviously making its way between Pam’s thighs. Becky watched as her sister started to make out in earnest with her new friend, looked over to us with a sly wink, then edged her way around to sit on the other side of Sharon from me.

“Aren’t they sweet?” she said. “My little sister has her first lover – well, that is, if you don’t count me.”

“Or me,” Sharon added as she smiled at Becky, gently squeezing her thigh with her other hand.

“Oh, right,” Becky replied. “She did mention something about that when I was upstairs having my shower. Seems you two ladies can’t keep your hands off of young girls. Shame on you,” she added laughing. “Not that I mind,” she continued, as Sharon’s hand now slid further up Becky’s thigh toward her pussy, causing her to sigh contentedly.

Meanwhile, across the hot tub things were beginning to heat up even more between Emily and Pam. They were furiously necking, oblivious to everything around them, each with a hand between the other’s legs. I was becoming more and more aroused watching them, aided in part by the attention Sharon was giving my own pussy and, I suspected, to Becky’s as well. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my daughter as she suddenly stood up and sat on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs wide, at which point Pam turned around and buried her face between Emily’s slim thighs and busied herself with licking her new girlfriend’s pussy.

It was a sight I could never have even dreamed I would see – my little girl, leaning back on her arms, eyes closed, humping her crotch up and down as Pam worked her magic on her sweet, juicy cunny. From where we sat it was hard to see what else Pam was doing, except that her hand was also busy, no doubt thrusting a finger or two gently in and out of Emily’s cunt as she teased her tiny clit. The pure sensuality of the moment was increased by the moans I could hear beside me, coming from Becky, whose own pussy was delighting in the experienced touch it was receiving from my girlfriend.

I leaned my head on Sharon’s shoulder and squeezed one of her nipples the way that I knew drove her crazy, and this spurred on the attention she was paying to Becky’s swollen pussy. Now it was Becky’s turn to lean back and thrust herself into Sharon’s talented ministrations below the bubbly surface of the water, her hard pointy nipples rising up like periscopes, longing for someone to play with them.

But the cries of delight from across the hot tub drew my attention back to Emily and Pam, and I watched in delight as my little girl experienced her first orgasm from her new lover, her hands forcefully grasping Pam’s head, holding it tightly against her pussy, not letting go for all she was worth, jerking uncontrollably against her face. Then ever so slowly she started to relax her grip and let go of Pam as her eyes opened and a wicked smile spread across her face.

She leaned down and hugged Pam to her, kissing her softly on her lips. “I love you, Pam,” she whispered, gazing into her new girlfriend’s eyes. “That was so hot,” she added, bouncing up from the deck of the hot tub. Then she looked across at us and squealed in delight, “Look at your sister. She’s getting it from Sharon now. Come on, let’s go help!” And she scooted over beside Becky, pulling Pam along with her.

Whatever Sharon was doing to Becky under the water, and I could pretty well guess, had the young teen moaning even louder now, and as Pam and Emily each seized one of her hardened nipples, first pulling and then sucking on them in tandem, it drove her over the brink and she exploded with a cry of delight at the mixture of sensations flooding her young body.

My pussy was on fire from watching all that was happening, and my own hand joined Sharon’s in rubbing desperately at my swollen clit. It wasn’t long before Pam and my little girl clued in to my aroused state and, fresh from treating Becky’s nipples, they immediately crossed over to me, each squeezing a boob, forcing the nipple up and out, and then closing their sweet mouths around them. I was in heaven.

I left my pussy for Sharon again, removing my own hand and stroking the hair of my two young lovers as they suckled my aroused nipples. Sharon’s fingers were driving me crazy in their usual way, and I raised myself up onto the side of the hot tub to make things a little more comfortable. My body cooled a little outside of the water, but heated up even more from the sexual frenzy that was overwhelming me. I then became conscious of a tongue sliding over my engorged clit and, opening my eyes a little, I saw Becky had added herself to the fray after recovering from her orgasm.

Now the four of them were eagerly urging my body toward what would be one of the most incredible pinnacles I had ever reached in my life. The two little girls had my nipples shooting signals down my body toward my swollen clit, which was being expertly sucked by our new fourteen year old beauty, while my girlfriend worked her magic fingers deep within my pussy in a way that only she knew would drive me over the edge.

And drive me they did. The edge came fast and furious. My pussy exploded — juices, pee, all squirting everywhere, Becky eagerly lapping up whatever she could, her face soon soaked with the uncontrollable flow of my fluids. I collapsed on the side of the hot tub, unable to move, trying to regain my breathing, Pam and my daughter hugging me, Emily whispering in my ear, “Are you okay, Mommy?”

As I opened my eyes, hugging Pam and Emily tightly to me, I saw Sharon holding Becky, kissing her mouth, tonguing my juices from her shiny face, and I smiled contentedly.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m okay. I’m more than okay, in fact.” She kissed my cheek while Pam kissed the other. Then in front of my eyes my two young girls kissed and I stared in wonder as their tongues entwined and their soft lips played so sensually against each other, their shiny, damp hair clinging to their faces and draping across my breasts. I hugged them both, whispering as much to myself as to them how much I loved them.

At that moment I knew we were all more than just friends. We had become one big, happy, loving family.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Jeneee

I slowly slid my way back down into the hot tub, a satisfied smile on my face, the hot bubbly water caressing my glowing skin in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm, quite unlike any I had experienced before. I was quickly joined by Emily and Pam, and together we watched as Becky and Sharon continued to hug and kiss in front of us, Sharon’s hands grasping and squeezing Becky’s cute little butt as their bodies squirmed against each other.

Emily giggled and nudged Pam as one of Sharon’s squeezes caused Becky’s cheeks to spread, revealing her butt hole and forcing her very prominent pussy to open wide. “Her cunny is even bigger than yours,” she teased Pam as she poked her.

“Well, she is older than me,” Pam replied, jabbing her back playfully. “Wait until I get to be fourteen,” she added, sticking out her tongue at Emily.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily said, turning to me, “it looks like Sharon has a new girlfriend. Aren’t you jealous?”

“No sweetie,” I laughed as I slipped my hands down between the thighs of my two young lovers on either side of me, gently cupping their swollen pussies. “Because I have two new girlfriends too, don’t I?” I teased.

“Woo-hoo, yeah,” Emily replied, pushing back against my palm while Pam snuggled up on the other side of me and squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping my hand, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.

Sharon finally released Becky and smiled at me over her shoulder as the young teen turned around to face us. Her firm breasts stood out proudly, their nipples at full attention as Sharon cupped them and softly ran her fingers across their hard points, which seemed to become even harder from her caresses.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” she mouthed to me as I gazed back at them with mixed feelings, hovering between extreme arousal and slight jealousy. But I chided myself quickly since, after all, I had been the first to taste Becky’s charms a little while ago in the kitchen, so what did I have to feel jealous about?

I smiled at the two of them as they stepped back into the hot tub and sank deeply into the relaxing bubbles that now delightfully massaged all of our bodies. As Emily and Pam cuddled beside me, I found myself pondering where all this was going to lead, my thoughts falling back to the predicament in which the two sisters now found themselves as their parents served their jail terms.

Maggie would have no choice but to look after them, whether she wanted to or not, unless… unless we could come up with a satisfactory alternative, satisfactory to the girls, to Maggie, and of course to the girls’ parents. Several possibilities flitted through my mind, one of them having the girls stay with me, but I quickly dismissed that since there simply wasn’t enough room in my house. Well, Pam could stay in Emily’s room – that would work, but there was just no room for Becky.

And then – wow, this might work! – I suddenly thought to myself. I’d been trying for months to convince Sharon to give up her apartment, where she rarely stayed overnight anyhow, and come to live with us permanently. She had stubbornly refused up to now, the reason being that she thought Emily and I might sometimes need time to be alone. In spite of our assurances that we could still be alone while she was at work during the day, she had held on to her apartment.

“Would you girls like something to drink?” I asked Emily and Pam. Their heads nodded. “Becky, how about you?”

“Okay, Jen, thanks,” she replied, stretching her arms high above her head — again doing wonders with her firm young breasts, which still looked as though they were begging for attention.

“Sharon, come give me a hand,” I asked her, standing up and reaching over to pull her onto her feet.

“You and Becky seem to have hit it off well,” I teased, as we walked into the kitchen, the screen door banging behind us.

“Told you I’d get my turn,” she replied, giving me a sly wink. “I wasn’t going to let you be the only one to molest her,” she giggled. “She’s so adorable, and experienced way beyond her years. And her boobs, mmm, so firm and kissable.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t leave them alone. I’ve been thinking,” I said, as I opened the refrigerator door, the cool air immediately causing me to shiver and harden my nipples. “About Becky,” I added, as Sharon looked at me, waiting. “About what’s going to happen to her. And to Pam, for that matter.” I started to pull a few cans of soda from the fridge, wondering how to put this idea to Sharon.

She waited.

“Your apartment,” I started.

“What about it?” she asked, probably wondering if I was going to return to our old disagreement again, but then, suddenly sensing where I was going she continued with, “Wow, that’s a great idea, hon. Becky could move in with me. We’d have to ask her aunt, of course. And I guess she’d have to okay it with her parents. And that’s going to be an interesting challenge,” she continued, as I struggled to deal with her eagerness, recent images of her and Becky flooding my mind. “That was what you were going to suggest, wasn’t it?”

“Er, well it did occur to me that Becky might like to move in there until other plans could be made. Pam could still stay with us sharing Emily’s room, of course – Emily will just love that – but the only other room available here is the one you use, and I suppose Becky could share that since you usually end up sleeping with me anyway,” I laughed. “But it might make the house a little crowded, so…”

“I think it’s a great idea, having her at my apartment,” she interrupted again before I could finish. “So, aren’t you happy now that I didn’t give it up?” she added, with a teasing smile.

I was somewhat taken aback by her eagerness, and started to wonder if I had made a mistake suggesting it in the first place. Not that I was jealous of a fourteen year old girl living with my girlfriend, but it would also mean that Sharon would not be sleeping with me as much, at least during the school week. And I had to be honest with myself – after that little scene in the hot tub – flashes of Becky and Sharon sleeping together at her apartment were darting through my mind in spite of myself.

My face must have given something away because, as if on cue, Sharon blurted out, “Oh, baby, you don’t think…” she started, and put her hands on my shoulders, peering into my eyes. “Surely you don’t…”

I interrupted, “No, of course not sweetie,” I smiled, coming to my senses. “It’s just that we won’t see each other as much until this whole thing gets worked out properly. Besides, we still don’t know if Maggie will agree to it anyway. Or the girls’ parents, for that matter.”

“Well,” Sharon, resolved, picking up some plastic glasses from the counter and turning to the door, “let’s go ask Becky and Pam what they think. And if they’re in favor of it we’d better contact their aunt and bounce the idea off of her. Although I can’t see her disagreeing… except that she’ll have to ask their parents for permission, even if they are in jail.”

I grabbed the sodas and followed her out the door, still wondering if we were doing the right thing. Cheers went up from the three girls as we appeared with their drinks.

“We were about to come in and look for you two,” Emily said, as she reached for one of the cans of soda and a plastic glass. “Thought maybe you had decided to mess around without us,” she teased, as the other two girls giggled.

“Oh, so now we have to invite you lot to join us when we make out? Is that the way it’s gonna work from now on?” Sharon asked as she jumped back into the tub with a splash.

I followed, sitting beside Becky with my daughter on the other side of me. Sharon and Pam were across from us, Pam still glowing from having her sister back with her again.

“We were trying to come up with a way of helping you two orphans get through this period of being separated from your parents,” I explained, as Pam looked eagerly at me, a hopeful look on her pretty face. “And we have an idea.”

Emily screeched out, “They can stay here! Right, mom? Is that what you decided?”

I laughed, but then got serious as I put the plan to both girls. “Well, partly, sweetie. But there isn’t enough room here for everyone. It would just be too crowded.”

“But they could sleep with me in my bed,” Emily suggested, trying to be helpful in her own sweet way.

“Oh, sure, honey. And just how much sleep do you think you’d all get?” I countered. “You’d be kicking each other all night long. Not to mention your other activities,” I grinned. “Your bed is too small, but…” I continued, as she started to protest, “Pam could share it with you.”

Emily smiled, but then frowned, “But what about Becky?”

“Well, that’s what we were discussing.” I turned to Becky and asked, “What if your aunt agreed to let you stay with Sharon at her apartment? As long as it was okay with your parents, that is. And Pam could stay with us here. That would get both of you out of her hair for awhile and leave her free to do whatever it is she does, with her art and teaching, I mean. You and Sharon could still come over here on weekends, and for meals during the week, so you’d still see Pam a lot.”

I was taken by surprise as Becky suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. Sharon looked over at me, her eyes wide at this unexpected outburst from Becky, and I noticed even Pam had a tear flowing down her cheek.

Emily was uncharacteristically silent at this emotional display, but I knew she was hoping that her new friends would agree to this arrangement, and at the same time praying that the girls’ aunt and parents would also go along with it. Frankly, I felt it was really up to Maggie, since Becky and Pam’s parents had left her in an awkward situation, and shouldn’t really have anything to complain about.

As I softly stroked Becky’s hair, she slowly regained her composure and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “You’d really do that for us?” she managed, between slowly subsiding sobs. “I can’t believe how sweet you all are. You barely know us.”

And here Emily returned to her usual form, exclaiming, “We know you well enough that I love your sister, and I think I’m going to love you too, Becky.” I turned to my beautiful daughter and hugged her with my other arm as Becky wiped away a few tears and smiled at us, resting her head on my shoulder and sighing contentedly.

“I was so worried what would happen to us,” she almost whispered in my ear. “You and Sharon are just like our guardian angels.” And she kissed me softly on my mouth, still hugging me tightly. “Thanks, Jen. And thank you, Sharon,” she added, looking across at my girlfriend, who still had Pam clinging to her side.

“Well then, I guess it’s settled,” Sharon said. “Now what we have to do is ask your aunt if it’s okay. Shall we all go over there this afternoon, or shall we phone?”

“Phone,” Pam exclaimed loudly. “She’s too busy with her show for all of us to go over there again now anyway.”

“But I’m sure she’d want to meet Sharon, sweetie,” I told her. “After all, Becky will be staying with her. And she hasn’t even seen Becky since, you know, since your mom and dad went away.”

“Well then, phone first. And if she wants to meet Sharon, Becky and her can go over. I want to stay here, with you and Emily.” Pam’s shyness of yesterday seemed to have quickly evaporated, and she was figuratively putting her foot down all of a sudden. Then she realized how she must sound. “I’m sorry, Jen. I don’t mean to sound rude, but…” and she blushed and hugged Sharon who pulled her close and kissed her cheek, telling her that it was okay, we understood.

“Mom, does that mean that Sharon won’t be sleeping here as much?” Emily asked, suddenly realizing the implications of this new arrangement.

I nodded. “She can still come to stay on weekends, sweetie. And we can squeeze Becky in somewhere too, so don’t worry about it. And they can come to dinner during the week. I don’t think Sharon could last too long without my pasta, do you?” I winked at her. Emily giggled, reassured once more.

This aspect was not lost on Becky either. “I’m sorry, Jen. I didn’t mean for this to interfere with your relationship with Sharon. I can tell you two are really in love, and it means even more to me now, what you’re doing for Pam and me.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetie. You know we are all close now, like a family, and you’ve both shared in our intimacy, so we’re all more than just friends.” And I tweaked one of her nipples for emphasis, bringing a smile to her face and a sigh of appreciation. “Remember what Emily just said. We love you and Pam.”

*****

It came to pass that Maggie was agreeable to the new arrangement, and Becky immediately moved into Sharon’s apartment, and Pam into Emily’s bed, much to her delight. We all soon settled into the ways of our extended family, and our lives grew even more delightful as the weeks flew by, and summer turned into fall.

*****

“You realize your daughters are turning into lesbians, don’t you?”

Maggie leveled this at her sister one fall day as she visited her in the county jail. “Becky is sleeping with that older woman, you know. The girlfriend of the one who is looking after Pammy. And Pammy is having sex with that other woman’s eight year old daughter, too.”

“You were supposed to be looking after them. You couldn’t even manage to do that for me, you bitch. Too busy with your own fucking art. What kind of sister are you, anyway?”

“Look who’s talking. You’re the one who hooked up with that pervert husband of yours, and look where it got you. Is it any wonder Becky’s turned out the way she has, with a father like that? How could you let him get away with abusing her that way, fucking the poor kid when she was only twelve years old? It’s just lucky he didn’t get her pregnant. And then turning her into a fucking stripper, for God’s sake. What kind of woman are you, anyway? He would have done the same thing to Pammy if you hadn’t got caught.”

And with that, Maggie got up to leave, disgusted once more with her sister.

“Wait, don’t go yet, please. I’m gonna turn him in. I want a divorce and I’m going to report what that bastard did to her to the cops. And you’re right, he would have done the same to Pammy. That’s what woke me up. I was the one who leaked the information about the club to the police — anonymously, of course. I’d had enough. I caught him going into the back room where the girls were sleeping one night after we closed, and I just knew what he was going to do. That was it for me.”

Maggie looked at her sister with slightly more respect, and sat down again. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“They’ll arrest him and there’ll be another trial. Poor Becky will have to testify. I hate to do that to her, but I don’t think there’s any way around it. I’m sure she still loves her daddy and it’s going to hurt her. But damn it, I can’t see any other way.” She hung her head and sobbed.

Maggie left her alone like that. I can’t help her, she thought to herself as she drove away from the dreary jail compound. I just can’t help her any more.

But she had to think of some way to protect Becky. There was no way she was going to let her niece go through having to testify about all that shit, and drudge up memories that she had by now undoubtedly buried in her subconscious. No way. But that will have to wait for another day.

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Jeneee

The next two years passed by quickly as we adjusted and adapted to the new situation we had inadvertently brought upon ourselves that weekend, when Pam and Becky first entered our lives. We quickly settled into a new routine, dealing day by day with the bumps in the road that developed, some quite emotionally challenging, as unforeseen difficulties arose with our new living arrangements.

But the young are resilient, and both Emily and Pam dealt with everything as it came along, my daughter’s infectious humor acting as a soothing tonic when things became particularly difficult as more and more of Becky and Pam’s past was revealed to us. Some of it came out in shocking ways during visits to their mother in jail, especially the time that she accused Becky of teasing her father and allowing him to seduce her when she was twelve years old, just prior to the formal opening of their club.

Even Pam hadn’t known about it, the older girl keeping it a closely guarded secret, and in her own way believing her curiosity about sex had allowed it to happen. Her father had caught her playing with herself one morning when Pam and her mother were out, and had decided to – as he put it to her – educate her in the ways of the world. She was a willing student, but fear that her mother would find out kept her from letting it happen again. She’d let it slip to her aunt one day, however, who immediately told her sister, Karen, what had happened.

The ugly scene that followed between Becky’s parents almost caused them to separate, but Karen backed down in a moment of weakness, convincing herself that Becky had been the instigator. She never let on to Becky that she knew what had happened — until, that is, the day of their visit to the jail, when it all came out.

Karen’s threat to expose her husband’s behavior never materialized, however. Instead, she told him she wanted a divorce and for him to admit to the authorities that the club was his idea and that he’d coerced her to go along under duress. In addition she wanted sole custody of Pam and Becky once she was released. Otherwise she would reveal the truth and he would end up behind bars for a long time. Reluctantly, he agreed, and the courts granted her an early release and allowed her to reunite with her children. The following year the divorce was finalized, and then Pam and Becky had to deal with the knowledge that they would probably never see their father again.

After a brief period of emotional turmoil and tears, things eventually settled down and with support from us — and, a little surprisingly, from Maggie, who soon developed a new respect for her sister for finding a way to prevent Becky from becoming involved with a nasty court scene — Karen and her daughters were able to resume a somewhat happier family life together.

Maggie bought a small art gallery from a friend of hers and took Karen on as a partner. Their business started to thrive as Maggie’s art works became more and more popular, and her student base increased. Karen took over the lease on Sharon’s apartment and I finally got my wish of having my girlfriend move in permanently with me and Emily. Pam and Becky stayed with us on weekends, since that was when the gallery did most of its business, requiring Karen to spend much of her time at the gallery. She seemed to have adjusted well to her new life, as had the girls.

Weekends were usually tumultuous at our house. Pam shared Emily’s bedroom – and bed, naturally – while Becky took over Sharon’s old room. Sharon, of course, slept with me. We were lucky we had two bathrooms, even though the upstairs one was the only one with a tub and shower. Needless to say, group showers were common, and Sharon and I often awoke on Saturday mornings to the squeals and screeches of delight as two, or sometimes even three, girls played together as they shampooed each other’s hair and washed each others’ backs – and more.

Lately though, Becky – who was now sixteen – tended to sleep in on weekends; that is unless Emily and Pam, after finishing their shower, decided to pounce on her and awaken her from whatever dreams were flitting through her mind. Her grumbles soon turned to sighs and moans of satisfaction, however, as the two ten year olds worked their magic on the teen’s willing young body. She had taught them well and reaped the benefits, usually exploding in orgasmic delights before finally stumbling off to the bathroom for her own shower.

And then she often found Sharon and I had already beaten her to the hot water, but we were more than willing to squeeze her in with us before it ran out completely. One morning when the three of us were squashed tightly together in the shower our lovemaking consumed us, only to be brought to a shocking end as the water finally turned cold. Our screams and giggles soon attracted the attention of Emily and Pam, who rushed in to see what was causing the commotion.

“And just what were you up to?” Emily challenged, looking severely at us, her hands on her hips.

“As if we didn’t know,” piped up Pam. “And I thought we’d satisfied you,” she scolded her sister. “What’s the matter, Becky? Didn’t we do a good enough job?” she pouted.

“You did a great job, Pammy, but you know me – I just can’t resist seconds,” Becky laughed.

“How about thirds?” piped up my daughter, moving quickly over beside Becky and slipping her hand between the older girl’s thighs. “Oh wow, Becky, your cunt is so, like, soaked,” she giggled, stressing the word ‘cunt’ as if to shock her audience. But we were beyond shocking anymore, and Sharon immediately commented on what a little slut our ten year old Emily was becoming.

“What has happened to our sweet little girl?” she wanted to know, a sly look on her face. Her answer consisted of Emily sticking out her tongue, hands on hips as she did a little bump and grind. “Wanna put that tongue to good use, slut,” Sharon taunted even further, trying, but failing, to suppress a smile as Becky snorted beside her.

“Try me,” Emily challenged, as Pam giggled beside her. “Didn’t you get enough either, Sharon? What’s the matter, Mom? You losing your touch?” she added as she quickly darted out through the bathroom door to avoid the inevitable swat to her behind that she knew would be coming her way if she wasn’t quick enough.

“Race you to the hot tub,” she squealed as she disappeared, running downstairs with Pam following not far behind.

“Well, things seem to be returning to normal after all this time,” Sharon observed, smiling broadly as she reached for a towel to dry herself off.

“Yeah,” Becky agreed. “Reminds me of the first day I met you two,” she mused quietly, grabbing a towel and handing it over to me, then reaching for one for herself. As I dried myself I gazed at her gorgeous body. She had developed even more during the past two years, her breasts swelling to a firm 36C, nipples proudly displayed, hard and firm, beckoning for attention. Her hips had broadened and her heart shaped butt was the envy of all her friends, guys frequently fawning over her at school. But she would have nothing to do with them.

“I guess I’m turning out like my aunt,” she commented one day after she had hung up the phone from talking with a boy who had been urging her to go out with him now for several weeks. “Guys don’t do a thing for me.” Sharon and I had both looked at each other, wondering just how big a role her father had played in that decision, but didn’t say anything, deciding to let her explore her feelings without any interference from us.

During the weeks when Becky had stayed with Sharon at her apartment. they’d had many candid conversations about sex and lesbianism, Sharon acting as a mentor to the young girl without trying to persuade her one way or the other. Several times they had ended up in bed together at night, Sharon usually hugging the teen tightly as the tears flowed from having related more and more of her past to my girlfriend.

And, yes, Sharon had confided in me, they did make love a few times. It just seemed to lead that way, she explained. I nodded in understanding, but nevertheless felt small pangs of jealousy, more from feeling left out than feeling that Sharon was being unfaithful to me. I knew what a hard time Becky must be having, coming to grips with what had happened to her and her sister, and couldn’t blame Sharon for doing her best to make Becky feel more comfortable with the sexual urges that sometimes overwhelmed her, and trying to comfort the young girl and explain that there was nothing wrong with her.

Not surprisingly, I sometimes found myself becoming turned on as Sharon described some of the things she and Becky got into, and my girlfriend and I experienced a few hot moments together from time to time as she related what had happened. Once in a while, when she and Becky had come over for the weekend, the teen even joined us in bed at night and we both shared the delights the then fourteen year old had to offer as she became even more skilled in the art of lovemaking.

Her pussy was a joy to play with, her inner labia being so large and pliable, and I just loved to suck them individually into my mouth, savoring the creamy juices that flowed freely from inside her cunny as she became more and more aroused. Her clit was enormous for a girl of her age, easily the size of the first joint of my little finger and Susan and I would take turns swirling out tongues around it and wrapping our lips over it as she squirmed almost uncontrollably from the loving attention we poured onto her. When the young girl exploded in orgasm her sweet juices veritably poured from her over our faces and we relished the three-way kisses we had afterwards as Becky slowly came back down to earth.

So here it was, another Saturday morning in early summer, and the good old reliable hot tub awaited us once more. Emily and Pam had already uncovered it and turned it on, and were probably settling down in front of their favorite jets already. On empty stomachs, too, I mused to myself.

By now, Susan and Becky had finished blow-drying their hair and turned the dryer over to me. As they headed downstairs, I asked them to put on the coffee and pour some juice for the girls before joining them. By the time I got downstairs the coffee was perked, filling the kitchen with its delicious aroma. I was no good without my morning cup, and along with the creamy donuts Susan had picked up on her way home from work the night before, we were all set for our ‘jet-propelled breakfast,’ as Emily called it, rapidly becoming a weekend tradition around our place. Not all that healthy, I admit, but it served as a quick and convenient way to start the day.

Later in the morning, we would all get dressed and head out to the market for our weekly groceries. The lunch that followed when we arrived home would more than make up for the dietary deficiencies of our breakfast, and it was around the lunch table that we all made plans for the rest of the weekend.

Last night there had been a few suggestions that we surprise Maggie and Karen at the gallery, and see just what they got up to on their busy weekends. Whether that plan actually materialized would have to wait until we gathered together around the lunch table.

Who knows what might be in store for us?

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Jeneee

Soup and sandwiches were rapidly devoured and coffee, juice and soda gulped down as our close-knit family suddenly seemed to be in a hurry to get to the second half of our Saturday. It was almost as if we had all agreed on what was on the agenda, even though nothing had been decided — in so many words, at least. Well, almost all of us had agreed, as it turned out.

“So? What’s it to be?” Sharon asked as she poured her third cup of coffee. “Are we going to the gallery, or what?”

“Yeah, let’s,” piped up Emily, a sly smile on her face. “Let’s go see what your mom and aunt get up to every weekend,” she added, looking across at Becky and Pam.

Becky groaned. “Do we have to?” she complained. “They’re just gonna be busy with their art, and probably with a class or two. Bo-ring,” she added, plunking her bottle of soda on the table beside her empty plate.

“Well, I wanna go see,” Emily persisted. “I’ve been sort of looking forward to it since we mentioned it last night. What about you, Pam?”

“I wouldn’t mind going, really. I’m kind of curious what Mom does every weekend. You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Becky,” she added, smiling at her sister beside her. “You can always stay here and finish your homework,” she teased, knowing that final exams were coming up soon for Becky.

Becky groaned again. “Not what I had in mind,” she grumbled. “I was thinking more of the hot tub,” she added, looking up hopefully for a positive response from the others.

“We can always come back afterward for that,” I suggested, knowing how much of a ritual tubbing had become for our extended family over the past couple of years.

“Yeah, come on, Becky,” Sharon urged. “It won’t be as much fun if we don’t all go together.”

Becky shrugged. “Well, okay; but let’s not stay too long. They won’t want us in the way anyway if they have lots of customers.”

So the decision had been made. We all pushed away from the table, cleared things up a bit and soon found ourselves piling into my new minivan, heading off downtown toward the Gallery Of Friends, as Maggie and Karen had decided to name their business venture.

Situated at the end of a row of stores in a strip mall, its colorful window display usually featured a sample of works from the artist of the month. Except this time there was just a multicolored sign in big letters promoting: ‘A Showing, By Marilyn Ellington’ filling the whole front showcase.

“So who’s this Marilyn Ellington, anyway?” Sharon wondered aloud, as we approached the building after struggling to find a parking space in the crowded lot. The strip mall was filled with weekend shoppers getting their groceries and other supplies for the coming week. “And why are there none of her paintings in the window?” she mused.

I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” I replied as we opened the door and waltzed in breezily, one after the other, except for the inseparable Pam and Emily who squeezed through the door together, holding hands and giggling expectantly.

“Oh, look, Mommy. Naked ladies!” Emily suddenly cried out as our attention was immediately drawn to a wall filled with what looked like pastels of nude females, with the occasional charcoal drawing mixed in.

“Well, I guess we know now why there weren’t any in the window,” Sharon chuckled. “Just look at some of those poses!” she exclaimed. Emily and Pam had already moved swiftly down the wall trying to take everything in at once, their loud entry upon seeing what was on display seemingly attracting the attention of a few other gallery guests, who were smiling at the outspoken girls’ comments which periodically burst from their mouths, interspersed with the occasional squeal as they nudged one another.

We all distinctly heard, “Look at the size of her boobies! Oh my God, she’s got so much hair on her cunny. Hey, look at that one, she can’t be any older than Becky! Mommy, she’s spreading her cun…” before I finally interrupted and cut her off in mid-word just in time.

“Emily! Quiet!” I hissed loudly, just as Karen appeared from a door at the back of the gallery to see what was causing all the sudden commotion.

“Oh, it’s you lot,” she frowned. “Might have known you’d choose today to visit.”

“We didn’t know you had a showing of nudes, mom,” Becky replied with a slight smirk. “We just decided we’d come and see what kept you both so busy every weekend,” she added. “Guess we know now,” she giggled, throwing her arms out and twirling around. “Look at them all.”

“Well, now that you’re all here,” Karen tried to shush her in a low voice, “please try to be a little quieter and don’t disturb our other guests. We also have a class in progress in the back room, so if you have any questions you can ask our assistant Judy over there,” she added, pointing to a middle aged woman with long red hair wearing a long grey smock who appeared to be in consultation with a young couple apparently interested in buying one of the paintings. “I have to get back to the class now; sorry I can’t stay and chat.” And with that she strode back to the door from which she had originally appeared, and closed it quietly behind her.

“Wonder if the class is about painting naked ladies?” Emily whispered in Pam’s ear, giggling. “Your mom didn’t seem too happy to see us.”

“She’s probably just busy with the class,” Pam replied, with a frown on her face. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t have come, after all.”

“It’s a public gallery. We have just as much right as anyone else to be here,” Becky proclaimed. “Besides, I kinda like some of these paintings,” she smiled, now appearing to be happy she had decided to come along with them.

“Thought you wanted to stay home,” smirked her younger sister. “Changed your mind fast, didn’t you?” Nudging Emily she whispered, “Oh, see that one over there, Em?” And off they went for a closer look.

Meanwhile Sharon and I were slowly moving from one painting to another, enjoying the display more and more. “She seems quite talented, this Marilyn Ellington. Wonder how long she’s been at it, and how Maggie came to know of her work?” I mused.

“Maybe Judy can tell us. Let’s go ask her – she seems to be finished with that other couple,” Sharon suggested.

We wandered across the room and introduced ourselves. But she didn’t seem know too much about how Maggie and Karen came to discover the artist’s work, other than it was about six months ago that she first saw a few of her pastels. We would have to wait until Maggie was free after class to get further details, she told us, but she did know the show would last for another two weeks and that some of the paintings were already sold but would remain on display until the next exhibit began.

The other interesting thing we learned was that Marilyn Ellington also took bookings for custom individual or family portraits, usually nudes or partial nudes. This was a specialized area that not many artists engaged in, so she was usually kept rather busy. When we learned of this morsel of tantalizing information, Emily was within hearing range and immediately begged Sharon and me to have one done together. “And can you get one of me and Pam done, too?” she pleaded. “That would be so awesome, Mommy.”

“Hell, why not have her do all of us together?” Sharon teased.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy, let’s,” Emily squealed. “Puleese?”

“I was just kidding, sweetie,” Sharon replied. “She probably charges a fortune, hon. No way we could afford her, I’m sure.”

“Awww, well let’s ask anyway, okay?” my daughter pleaded. “We can invite her over to the hot tub, maybe,” she suggested suddenly. “She might do it for cheaper then. What do you think?”

I had to admire her for her initiative, innocent as it was, but shook my head and smiled. “Somehow I think she will need more incentive than that, sweetie. Like money, maybe?” I added. “Lots of money.”

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened once more, but this time five or six students wandered out, portfolio cases slung under their arms and backpacks hanging from their shoulders. I noticed that all were females, a couple in their late teens and the rest in their twenties and thirties. As they slowly wandered through the gallery toward the front door Emily and Pam watched them closely. “Bet they were painting nudies,” Emily whispered rather loudly as she nudged Pam. One of the students must have overheard my outspoken daughter because she turned around, unable to suppress the big grin that lit up her face.

Taking this as a ‘yes,’ Emily squealed, “I told you, didn’t I? Let’s go see if your mom’s free now, Pam.” She grabbed Pam’s hand and tugged her to the back toward the gallery classroom. But Becky had beaten them to it and was already inside when the two young girls entered. Not only that, there were a couple of other women in the room besides Maggie and Karen. One was a young girl in her late teens wearing a short, white robe and the other was a woman probably in her forties. A few easels were scattered about the room, and Maggie and Karen were in the process of cleaning up after class.

“Hi, Mom, can we help you?” Pam asked.

“No thanks, dear. We’ll only be a few minutes. Please try to stay out of the way.”

Pam then took another look at the young girl in the white robe. She was very pretty with long, straight dark hair and seemed vaguely familiar to her. Then it hit her, and she quickly ran back out into the gallery returning in a few seconds with a big smile on her face, almost bumping into Emily who was about to follow her out to see where she was going and why.

“You’re one of the girls in the paintings, aren’t you?” Pam said to the teen who was now bending over to pick up her clothes which had been piled on a chair in the corner of the classroom. Emily was smirking a little as Pam directed her question to the girl because, as she bent over, the girl’s robe had risen enough to reveal her curvy, naked butt, pussy peeking out saucily between her cheeks. She had obviously been the model for the art class that had just finished.

The older woman smiled at Pam. “You are pretty observant, young lady. Yes, she is my daughter, Jacqueline, and I use her as a model for my art quite frequently. And you must be one of Karen’s girls, I suppose?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Pam’s mother interjected. “This is Pam; and the troublemaker over there,” she added, pointing toward Becky, who was in the process of thumbing through a series of canvasses she had noticed on a table against one of the classroom walls, “is my eldest, Becky. And Pam’s friend here is Emily — well, her girlfriend, I guess you’d call her now,” she laughed.

At which point Emily hugged Pam to her and kissed her. “Yeah, she’s my honest-to-goodness girlfriend,” she giggled. “And we’re both ten. And I love her very much,” she added, giving Pam a longer, more sensual kiss on her lips as if to emphasize just how much, as the others gazed on in wonder.

Becky then turned around from going through the canvasses she’d spotted and said, “My God, you must be Marilyn Ellington then. Are you?”

“Well, another observant young lady,” the older woman replied, smiling. “Guilty as charged,” she laughed. “And I’d guess you and Jacqueline would be about the same age, right?”

“I’m sixteen,” replied Becky, looking over at the model.

“I’m a couple of years older then,” Jacqueline replied. “I turned eighteen last month. I’d better get dressed now, Mom, unless you need me for anything else?”

“It’s okay, hon,” Marilyn replied. “Nothing more for today. You can hit the bathroom and get dressed.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Emily. “We’ve all seen you naked in your pictures so why not just change here? No need to go running off to the bathroom,” she added, hoping for a real live look at the pretty girl she had seen posing in such a sexy way in some of the paintings in the gallery.

Pam giggled. “Yeah, we know you’re not shy ‘cause you were spreading your cunny in one of the pictures outside.”

“Pamela!” scolded Karen. “Don’t be so rude. It’s all for the sake of art, you know. Nothing nasty.”

“Well, she was spreading her cunt,” piped in Emily, boldly, as Pamela gasped beside her. “If that’s art, I like it,” she added, smiling at Jacqueline. “And I just saw your cunny anyway, when you were bending down over by the chair. Besides, we’re all girls here anyway. Oh, and can we pose for some of your pictures too, Mrs. Ellington? Or don’t you do girls our age?” she asked, suddenly changing the topic. “You’d love to paint Pamela’s cunny. Wait ‘til you see it.” Pam jabbed her with her elbow, but smiled. She was now used to her girlfriend’s outspoken nature. “And Becky’s is real yummy too,” Emily added as an afterthought, looking over at Pam’s sister.

Becky stuck out her tongue at Emily and then said, “Oh, she does girls your age too. I just saw some real young girls in that pile over there. They are all your paintings, aren’t they?” she asked the artist.

Maggie, who had been busy cleaning things up in the classroom, now chimed into the conversation before Marilyn could respond. “Okay, girls, I think we should let Mrs. Ellington and her daughter get cleaned up a bit. I know you’re all excited, but we can all get together with you — and your mom and her girlfriend,” she added, nodding toward Emily, “after the gallery closes. We still have some work to do here, so why don’t you all just run along for a bit. Your mommy and Sharon are still outside, so please go join them and we’ll all chat later. Go on now, shoo.” And she waved them toward the door.

Amid groans of protest, the three girls slowly left the classroom and joined the other two who were still studying the paintings in the gallery.

“So, just what did you see?” Emily asked Becky. “In that pile of paintings, I mean. Were there really young girls like us there too?” she asked eagerly.

“Yeah, even younger,” Becky whispered to Pam and Emily. “She even had close up pastels of baby’s cunnies,” she giggled. “All fat and puffy. She seemed to have done a lot of paintings of pussies, all close up.”

“Oh, wow,” squealed Emily. Really? Maybe she will want to do ours then, too,” she added, hopefully.

“You’re turning into a real exhibitionist, Emily,” teased Pam, putting her arm around her young girlfriend.

“Who’s an exhibitionist now?” Sharon asked, walking up to them after overhearing Pam’s comment.

“Emily, as usual,” Pam giggled. “She wants the artist to paint her pussy.”

“I want her to paint all of us,” Emily protested. “Not just me.”

“Okay, what just happened in there?” I asked my daughter, who seemed to have been up to her usual mischief as soon as she left my sight. So the three girls explained in bits and pieces what had transpired in the classroom, overheard by Judy, who couldn’t resist listening in.

“So, you got some answers to some of your questions, I hear,” she said, as the girls filled us all in about the artist and her daughter. The gallery had emptied while the three girls were in the back room and Judy announced that closing time was in a few minutes. She left them to straighten a few paintings that had tilted a little during the afternoon viewing, then went up front to lock the door.

Susan and I were pleasantly surprised to hear that the artist herself was in the back, and had actually been helping to run the class. We were even more surprised that one of the models for Marilyn Ellington’s paintings was her own daughter, and I for one, was anxious to meet her after seeing how beautiful she looked.

“It looks like she is pretty liberal with her daughter, the way she painted that one canvas with her spreading her pussy,” I remarked to Sharon.

“Yeah, can’t wait to meet her,” Sharon laughed.

“Who, the daughter or the mother?” I teased.

“Hmmm, both,” she giggled.

And just then, as if on cue, the classroom door opened again and Karen and Maggie strolled out, followed by Marilyn and her daughter, now wearing shorts and an orange tee with a big tiger on the front, the words ‘hungry pussy’ emblazoned boldly below its open mouth.

“Love your pussy, Jacqueline,” Pam blurted out, before Emily could beat her to it.

Amid girlish giggles, introductions were made and my little girl had her turn by blurting out, in her own sweet way, that we should invite everyone back to our place for dinner.

“Before you get carried away, sweetie,” I laughed, “I think we’d better find out if they have other plans.”

It turned out that nothing pressing was on their agenda for the evening so I found myself hoping that I’d bought enough food at the market to feed everyone. Before I got much further with that thought, though, Maggie suggested we order pizza so that I didn’t have to spend a lot of time and effort getting prepared for an unplanned dinner. “It’s not fair to you, Jen and Sharon, to have to cook for this lot,” she laughed, waving her arms around at the collection of hungry females gathered in the center of the gallery floor.

“Yeah, mom, let’s have pizza and beer,” Emily squealed. “Well, you can have the beer,” she smirked. “Me and Pam can have soda, unless you’ll let us…” she didn’t finish, seeing the stern look on my face. “Didn’t think so,” she grinned, as she put her arm around Pam. “I wanted to get my girlfriend drunk so I could have my way with her,” she added, licking Pam’s ear.

“Since when do you have to get her drunk to do that?” Sharon teased. “You two are like a couple of minxes when you get going.”

And, as if to confirm my girlfriend’s accurate observation, Emily reached down between Pam’s jean-clad thighs and started rubbing her pussy, as Jacqueline and her mother looked on in amazement.

“Hey, Mom,” the teen announced. “I think you’ve just found a couple of new models.”

Karen shook her head at the wanton display, but could hardly suppress a smile. Over the past few months she’d become accustomed to her daughter’s behavior with not only Emily, but with her older sister, and she’d resigned herself to the fact that her daughters were lesbians, just like their aunt. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that even she sometimes felt a special tingle at the thought of joining in with their sexual antics.

“So you think you’d like to paint us, really?” Emily asked Marilyn, as she continued to squeeze Pamela’s pussy in front of everyone. And true to form, in the blink of an eye, my daughter quickly pulled down Pamela’s jeans and panties, revealing her girlfriend’s pussy for all to see, reminiscent of the time she’d lifted Pam’s dress in front of Sharon and me two years before in our kitchen.

This time, however, Pamela didn’t blush as Emily showed off her friend’s treasure to the artist. “Just look at her cunny,” she exclaimed, pulling firmly on Pam’s luscious, full lips and spreading them, revealing the smooth, shiny, pink head of her clit peeking out from its sheath. “Isn’t she wild? Wouldn’t that make a hot painting? And she gets so wet too, see?” she added, waving a glistening finger in front of Marilyn’s face.

I stood there stunned, but somehow not surprised at Emily’s behavior, and at Pamela’s apparent acceptance of her girlfriend showing her off this way. She had obviously become turned on during the afternoon by the gallery display and from meeting the artist and her daughter, and was now enjoying the attention Emily was paying her in front of everyone.

“She’d make a great model for your new series, Mom,” Jacqueline finally managed to say, breaking the sudden silence that had descended on the gallery as Emily continued to finger Pam’s cunny, slowly sliding it in and out, eliciting soft moans from her girlfriend. Even Judy was apparently speechless as she looked on along with everyone else.

“What new series?” I managed to ask, tearing my eyes away from Emily and Pam as I felt my own pussy begin to moisten.

“She’s started work on a group of paintings featuring the female sex organs, entitled ‘From Kitty To Cunt’,” explained Maggie. “It’s designed to show the development from infancy to womanhood.”

“So that’s what I saw in the classroom,” chimed in Becky. “You’ve already got some babies done,” she smiled at Marilyn.

“Yeah, a few,” the artist replied. “I have a couple of friends who let me use their newborns as models. And now I’m starting to work on a few older ones. One of my artist friends has two girls aged three and five, and she thinks the series is a great idea so she’s volunteered them.”

“And now you’ve got us, too,” Emily added with one final squeeze of Pamela’s cunny, before finally pulling up her girlfriend’s panties and jeans, leaving an almost disappointed look on Pam’s face.

“Us?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can do me too, right? Wanna see mine?” she asked, grabbing her waistband and starting to lower it.

“No,” Marilyn giggled, stopping my daughter in midstream, so as to speak. “We can do all that later, honey. As long as your mom agrees,” she added, looking toward me. “I already know Karen won’t mind Pam modeling.”

Emily now looked at me with that pleading, irresistibly sweet face of hers, and I nodded my head, sighing. Running over to me, she hugged me tightly and reached up to pull me down for a kiss.

“Thank you, Mommy. I’ll be a great model, won’t I?”

“Yes, you will. Of course you will, baby,” I assured her.

“Becky, too?” Emily asked, turning back to Marilyn.

“If she wants to, hon,” the artist replied, smiling, turning toward the young teen, who shrugged as if to say why not, but whose dampening pussy told her she secretly loved the idea.

“Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you now, Mom,” Jacqueline said. “The pussy parade continues,” she giggled.

“Okay then, now that’s all decided, let’s go get pizza and then home,” I announced, as the plan seemed to be taking shape. “We can talk some more after we eat.”

“Yeah, in the hot tub,” screeched Emily.

“Oh my god,” Sharon exclaimed. “How’s everyone going to fit?”

“Very tightly,” Pam giggled, grabbing Emily’s hand and tugging her toward the front door.

“I’m afraid you will have to count me out, though,” Judy announced. “I hate to pass up what seems like a great party, but unfortunately I’ve made other plans.”

“Maybe next time,” Sharon consoled her as we all filed out of the door.

Looks like we are in for another interesting evening, I thought to myself, as the girls buckled themselves in and Maggie and her crew prepared to follow us in their car to the pizza place, and then to our cozy home.

Slipping the minivan into gear, I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. Sharon looked over at me, grinning. “Here we go again,” she mouthed over at me.

Here we go again indeed, I echoed to myself.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Jeneee

“Put your seatbelt on, sweetie,” I reminded Pam, as I started the engine. “Have to keep you safe, you know,” I added with a smile. I watched as she twisted around and pulled on the belt, tightening it across her chest and slipping the buckle into the catch. In doing so the hem of her dress crept up higher on her slim thighs, almost reaching her hips, revealing the plump bulge of her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t avoid glancing at her slim legs as I buckled my own belt.

She noticed me looking and giggled. “I’m not trying to show off, Jen. It’s just that my dress is kinda short, especially when I sit down. At least I’m wearing panties today,” she added with a grin, spreading her thighs a little.

“You have such beautiful legs, Pam, it’s hard not to look.”

She looked over at me with my shorts tucked snugly between my thighs and remarked, “Your legs are beautiful too, Jen.”

I felt myself almost blushing as I backed the car out of the driveway. “Why thank you, sweetie. I work out a lot to try to stay in shape.”

After receiving directions from Pam as to the location of her aunt’s house, I started to pry a little more into her relationship with her sister. “Tell me a little more about Becky, Pam. How old was she when she started dancing at your parents’ club?”

“Just after she turned thirteen, about a year and a half ago.”

“Is that when you started sleeping there?” I asked.

“About then. It was really just after the club opened. I had just turned seven. I guess mom and dad wanted to make it a full time business and had to spend all their evenings there, but they didn’t want to leave us with a babysitter. It was fun at first, but we were always tired in the mornings when we had to go to school. Becky was so pretty and some of the people there asked my parents to let her dance a bit for fun. Mom didn’t want her to, but Daddy decided to let her if she wanted, and Becky thought it would be so cool. The first time she did it I was peeking through the curtains watching her. I couldn’t believe it when she started taking her clothes off as people started cheering her on. I knew the older dancers did that, but I didn’t expect her to. I stopped watching then, once she was naked. I didn’t know what to think.”

She paused, and I looked over at her wondering what to say next, or if I should continue.

After a few moments I asked, “So how did she start showing you all about sex, Pam?”

“One night when she had finished dancing, she came to bed and I woke up. She snuggled up to me and suddenly told me she was horny. Dancing that night had made her that way, she said. When I asked her what she meant, she just took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. It was really wet and slippery and she told me that’s what happens when a girl gets horny. She told me to rub her there and moved my hand to show me how. Before long she was moaning like it hurt, so I stopped, but she said to keep going, that I was doing great. Then she came. That’s what she called it, anyway. And she hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. I guess I kinda felt proud that I’d made her feel good.”

“Yeah, I guess you did,” I smiled.

“After that she showed me lots of things over the next few weeks. Turns out that one of the other dancers was telling her all sorts of stuff about what girls can do to each other to make themselves feel good, and she just sort of practiced on me. I came to like it more and more, and looked forward to her finishing her dancing and coming to bed.

“But I still felt weird at school, felt I was different from the other girls in my class. And you’ve seen my pussy, right? It’s kinda, well, bigger than Emily’s, and other girls’ too, I guess, and whenever I wore shorts to school you could pretty well see the outline of my cunt. That’s what Becky called it, anyway. My clothes were always a little too small and tight for me, ‘cause Mom never bought me new ones until I really outgrew the old ones. So after being teased a lot I started wearing just dresses, like now.”

“Does your aunt know anything about you and your sister, sweetie?” I asked.

“No, but she knew Becky was dancing, ‘cause Mom told her. My aunt was really mad and blames my dad for everything. Said my mom is too weak to stand up for herself. I don’t know what to think any more, except that I really miss them, and Becky.” And then the waterworks started again.

“Awww, sweetie, I know you do,” I told her, feeling bad again for prying. I leaned over a bit and stroked her soft thigh, telling her not to worry and that we would help in any way we could.

She wiped her eyes and tried to smile.

“I know you will, Jen. Thanks. My aunt’s really not all that bad. I know she loves me in her own way, but I guess having me there interferes with her life and she gets bitchy about it. Oh, we’re nearly there, just around the corner. See that house with the white siding and green roof? That’s it. You can pull into the driveway if you like.”

I parked, and we walked up to the front door with me wondering what I was getting into. Pam walked in without knocking and yelled, “Auntie, I’m home. Where are you?”

“In the den. Come on down, dear,” came the reply.

Pam grabbed my hand and pulled me along the hallway and down a few steps into a spacious room lined with bright windows. Two easels stood side by side along one wall. Beside one of them, paint brush in hand, stood a tall, slim graceful-looking woman dressed in blue slacks and a grey smock. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, emphasizing the sharply defined features of her face. I was taken aback for a moment. She was quite beautiful.

“Auntie, this is Mrs. Samuel, Emily’s mom – the girl I told you about from my school. She drove me home.”

Pam’s aunt wiped her hands on a cloth and reached one out to take mine. “Great to meet you, Mrs. Samuel. I’m Maggie. And thanks for looking after Pam for me.”

“Nice to meet you too, Maggie, and you can call me Jen,” I smiled, still clasping her hand. “It was our pleasure. Pam is such a sweet girl and my daughter and she have become close friends in just one day. They get along so well together.”

Maggie finally dropped my hand and hugged Pam to her. “Yes, she is a good girl, and it’s a shame that things happened the way they did. I suppose she’s filled you in on the nasty details?”

“Well, she told us a little. I understand her parents have been arrested and you are looking after her until things get, well, straightened away. And also that her elder sister is missing.”

“Yes, that’s right. My sister’s lost her mind if you ask me, but they got what was coming to them. I don’t know when the trial will be, but I took temporary custody of Pam to save her from a foster home. As for Becky, she’s probably roaming the streets somewhere, poor child. She seems to think she can look after herself, according to what she told Pam, but I hope she stays out of trouble. I can’t believe her mom allowed her to strip for all those perverts at their club. Her dad’s an asshole, and I’m sure he’s molested her somewhere along the way. And Pam says Becky told her she was next. Don’t get me wrong, now. I’m no prude. But they went way beyond the limits if you ask me. Pam, you’d better go change into some clean clothes, hon. That dress has seen better days. Now run along.”

“Yes, auntie,” Pam replied. “I’ll be right back,” she added, looking at me with a smile.

“So, Maggie, Pam says you have a busy schedule with all your showings and teaching. She seems to feel she is in your way sometimes.” I got right to the point.

Maggie sighed. “Yes, I am really busy, and I’m just finishing up a couple of works for a big showing next week. And she’s right, I haven’t been able to pay much attention to her. I’m not used to having a young girl around, and my partner is annoyed enough that I don’t pay as much attention to her as she would like, either. If you can believe it, I think she is jealous of Pam. I suppose Pam told you I’m a lesbian?” she added, raising her eyes to me.

“Yes, she did,” I replied.

“Does that bother you, Jen?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I’m divorced and very bisexual, and have a girlfriend who pretty well lives with me now.” I walked over to look more closely at one of the paintings she was working on.

“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise, you being bi,” she remarked, moving a little closer. “You really are beautiful, you know,” she added, touching my arm. “You like the painting?”

“Yes, it’s so bright and colorful,” I replied, gazing into her eyes. “You are quite talented.”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “That’s what my girlfriend tells me, and she doesn’t mean just with my painting.”

My god, I thought to myself, is she flirting with me? I don’t need another complication in my life right now.

Luckily, at that moment Pam returned, dressed in loose white shorts and a blue tube top. “Have you asked my aunt about… you know?” Pam said tentatively.

Maggie turned to me, questioningly. “Asked me what?” she wanted to know.

“Well, we were wondering, since you are so busy for the next few days, what with your show and all that, whether you’d mind if Pam stayed with us to get her out of your hair.”

“Are you sure it would be no bother, Jen? I feel like it’s an imposition on our friendship.”

Wow, I thought to myself, now we have a friendship? We’ve only just met. I couldn’t help thinking that her girlfriend would have even more reason to be jealous if a friendship developed. I must have seemed hesitant because she asked again if I was sure Pam wouldn’t be in the way.

“It would be our pleasure, Maggie. Pam fits right in with us, and my daughter all but commanded me to bring her home when we left.” I could see Pam’s face starting to light up, as it was becoming apparent that her aunt was going to agree.

“Please, auntie,” she pleaded. “I won’t be any bother to them.” Maggie slowly nodded her okay. “Woo-hoo!” Pam screeched, “I’d better go pack some clothes. Be right back.” And she ran from the room.

Maggie walked over to me and hugged me. “Thanks,” she breathed into my ear. “I really appreciate it. And if there’s any way I can repay you, let me know.” And to my surprise she gave me a quick, soft kiss on my lips, pulled away a little, and ran her palms slowly down over the outside of my blouse, squeezing my breasts. “Know what I mean?” she added, winking. “Mmm, no bra, just the way I like them,” and she slipped a hand inside my shirt, caressing one of my hardening nipples.

I didn’t know what to do. I was so astounded at her forwardness. “What would your girlfriend think?” was all I could manage.

“She wouldn’t even have to know,” Maggie replied, sliding her other hand slowly over my belly down toward my pussy. “Mmm, I think someone is getting turned on,” she added, feeling the heat beneath her hand, squeezing my mound. And she was right. I could feel my pussy juicing in my panties from her touch as I moaned softly and closed my eyes. “I think I want to fuck you sometime, Jen,” she whispered into my ear. “You really make me hot.”

It was hard to resist her advances, but I finally managed to pull away, reminding her that Pam would be back any second. She reluctantly agreed, but not before grasping my hand and pressing it between her legs. “This is waiting for you, whenever you feel like playing,” she whispered slyly. I couldn’t resist squeezing her pussy and marveling at the prominence of her lips. Now I knew who Pam took after. Maggie pushed hard against me. “Remember, anytime,” she added just as Pam came charging back into the room, suitcase in hand.

“I’m ready, Jen. Let’s go. Bye, auntie.”

“Bye hon. Now you be good, okay?” And to me she added, “If she’s any trouble, bring her back home and I’ll deal with her.”

“Me? Trouble?” laughed Pam, “Never.”

“Well, you make sure.”

We walked to the door and Maggie gave Pam a quick kiss on the cheek, and squeezed my butt in the process.

When we arrived, I had wondered what I would be getting into. Now I knew. Backing out of the driveway, I realized that life sure can get complicated.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Jeneee

I backed slowly out of the driveway and headed down the street to the main intersection that would take us back home. Pam’s family was certainly full of surprises, and I suspected there were more to come.

Hardly had that thought passed through my mind — Maggie’s coming on to me back there being front and center of my musings — when I was startled to hear, “Pam, it’s me,” coming from behind us from the back seat of the car.

I jumped, heart in my mouth. Pam let out a screech as she whipped her neck around, “Becky, Becky, where…?” and stopped in shock.

Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw a teenage girl slowly pull herself up from the floor behind us and climb onto one of the back seats, a smile forming on her pretty face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you both, but I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been watching Aunt Maggie’s place off and on for a couple of days now hoping to see you, Pammy. No way was I going in to face her, and then when I saw you drive up this morning I was so happy. I snuck into the back of the car and lay on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. Then, when I heard you both come back, I knew it was my lucky day. Where are we going, anyway?”

By now I had recovered myself slightly, enough to say, “Well, I’m not sure if it’s your lucky day or not, but you can explain yourself to all of us when we get to my house. No sense in having you repeat yourself. I’m Jen, by the way.”

The look of delight on Pam’s face at seeing her sister melted my heart. I knew that, for her at least, things were brightening up considerably. “Don’t worry, Becky,” she assured her sister. “Jen is really nice, and so is Emily – that’s her daughter, we go to school together – and so is Sharon, that’s Jen’s girlfriend.” The words tumbled rapidly out of her mouth for the next few minutes as she tried to explain everything that had happened since she last saw her sister. “I missed you sooo much, Becky,” she finally added.

Becky leaned forward and slid her arms around Pam from the back seat, squeezing her as best she could. “And I missed you too, Pammy. I was worried about you, but I knew Aunt Maggie would take care of you, even if she didn’t like the idea. She thinks Mom and Dad are shitheads, and I think she’s glad they got arrested, but I’m sure she didn’t like the idea of looking after us. That’s why I took off to see if I could find a place for us to stay.”

Oh, the naiveté of a teenage girl, I thought to myself. Well, at least she’s got guts.

By then we had arrived home. It was time to see what Sharon and Emily had been up to in our absence, and to introduce an additional element to our weekend of surprises.

As Becky climbed out from the car, I got a better look at her. She was quite tall for her age, about five and a half feet, with long slim legs, and dressed in a red halter top and a short denim skirt, wearing white ankle socks and sneakers on her feet. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and flowed down her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her top did nothing to hide the shape of her firm boobs, nipples prominently on display through the thin material.

She hauled a backpack from the back seat and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing Pam and hugging her tightly. Pam nestled her face into Becky’s chest, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at her elder sister. It was a touching reunion indeed, and brought a lump to my throat.

“Come on girls. Let’s go inside,” I said as I grabbed Becky’s backpack from her and led the way up to the front door. As we walked into the hallway I called out, “We’re home. Is everyone decent? We’ve got company.”

A screech came from the living room, followed by the pounding of little feet as Emily rounded the corner yelling, “Pam’s back, she’s back, Sharon!” and then “Who’s this?” as she ground to a halt, staring at Becky.

Pam grabbed Becky’s hand and pulled her toward Emily. “This is my sister Becky. She came back for me like she said she would. This is my new best friend Emily, sis. Isn’t she cute?” At that moment Sharon appeared with a big smile on her face, which quickly turned into a puzzled look as she, too, noticed Becky.

After a few minutes of introductions and explanations, Becky was welcomed warmly by Sharon and Emily and then turned to me to ask, “Jen, is it okay if I shower? I’m sorta grubby and I’d like to clean up before you guys start wriggling your noses at me.”

“Of course you can, Becky. How long’s it been, anyway?”

“Too long,” she giggled in reply, as Pam walked over and hugged her big sister.

“I don’t care if you do smell, Becky. I’m just so happy to see you. Can I take her upstairs and show her where everything is, Jen?” she asked.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Make yourself at home, Becky. Pam can show you where the bathroom is and get you some clean towels.”

Emily jumped to her feet to follow, but I told her to stay with us and let the two sisters get reacquainted with each other. “They probably have a few things to discuss in private,” I explained. “You’ll have lots of time this afternoon to party, sweetheart.” Reluctantly, she sat down again.

“So, what were you two up to while we were gone? Did you at least clean up a bit around here?” I teased.

“Well, a bit,” giggled Emily, “but Sharon was busy showing me what Pam did to her in the shower this morning, and then she licked my pussy so I’d know how great it could feel,” she
burst out all at once as Sharon turned a deep shade of red, looking like the cat caught with the canary.

“Oh she did, did she?” was all I could manage, staring in amazement at my girlfriend, then bursting into laughter at the guilty look on her face.

Emily stammered, “Oops, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. Was it supposed to be a secret, Sharon? Sorry.”

“So, Emily, was it as good as Sharon said it would be?” I prodded, with a slight smirk on my face.

Emily looked over at Sharon, who was still squirming uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of my reaction, wondering if she should tell me any more. Then my little girl came over to me and sat in my lap with both arms around my neck and whispered, “Mommy, it was so good. Sharon said I came.” And she kissed me on my lips. Then, “I wasn’t trying to steal your girlfriend, Mommy,” she tentatively whispered in my ear. “I just wanted to know how to make Pam feel good. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” And she kissed me again, not pulling away, and hugged me tightly.

Oh my. What was happening here? My mind was in a whirl. My sweet little girl was squirming on my lap, her lips glued to mine, arms around me like she was hanging on for dear life. And I couldn’t believe how my pussy was reacting. I could feel myself moistening as erotic sensations suddenly flooded my body. I couldn’t stop myself from reacting and found myself returning her kiss with such ardor that our tongues started twirling together. A soft moan began in my throat as my hands slid down and cupped her little bottom, feeling its soft plumpness through the thin material of her shorts. As I caressed her, she increased the intensity of her kisses and pushed herself even more tightly against me, adjusting herself so that her legs now wrapped themselves around my waist.

My eyes were closed as I reveled in the intensity of our embrace and I felt – rather than saw – Sharon move over to us, her familiar scent adding to the incredible sensations I was experiencing. She slid one of her hands between us and started to caress my breasts, first one, then the other, releasing them from my top and pinching my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, just the way that she knew would drive me crazy. Then I heard her whisper something into Emily’s ear that sounded very much like, “Show her, sweetheart.”

Without separating her lips from my mouth, I felt one of my little girl’s arms pull back from around my neck and slip down my body to nestle between my thighs as she pulled her own legs back a little to make room. My panties were soaked. I moaned even louder and thrust my hips against her probing fingers, which were trying to snake their way up inside one of the loose legs of my shorts. Her small hand and tiny wrist had no problem reaching my panties and I felt her pull them aside as she finally reached her target, her mother’s now so juicy pussy.

Then I heard Sharon again. “Here, let me help make this more comfortable,” and she pulled Emily back from me as I opened my eyes and with a glazed look, watched helplessly as she tugged me back into a prone position on the couch. “Now you can take them off,” she prompted Emily, who lost no time in undoing the button on the waist of my shorts and sliding them down. I automatically lifted my hips so that she could finish pulling them off of me, followed quickly by my panties.

“Now show her,” Sharon repeated, separating my thighs further to allow Emily to kneel between my legs on the couch.

I was unable to resist as two of my daughter’s fingers spread my labia, and two from her other hand slid inside my soaked vagina. As I squirmed my hips helplessly, I moaned once more when her fingers pressed upward against the sensitive area of my g-spot. “Now her clit,” Sharon instructed as she added her own fingers to the mix and softly pulled back my sheath. “See it? See it peeking out at you?”

“Mmmm,” Emily replied. “Oh wow.”

“You know what to do now,” my girlfriend prompted once more. And to my incredible delight, I felt my little girl lean down and slide her soft wet tongue over my now hardening clit, and then wrap her lips around it as her tongue swirled from side to side and her fingers pressed harder against me from the inside of my pussy. I was in heaven. I felt myself thrusting up against Emily’s mouth as my hips began a dance of their own.

Meanwhile, seeing that my daughter was working wonders on me, my girlfriend had stripped off her own shorts and panties and now lowered herself over my face, her back to me so that she could watch and encourage Emily. I threw myself into the pleasure of licking her delicious cunt as my hands spread her cheeks to allow me to bury my face between them.

The three of us were soon locked into a passionate embrace never before experienced by any of us. Our cries and squeals of delight filled the room and I knew I was going to cum with such intensity from my little girl’s so talented fingers and mouth, a talent she seemed to have been born with. And I did. Oh, how I did — my legs wrapped around her head tightly as I exploded, trapping her face against me, my mouth buried between my girlfriend’s legs, her tangy pussy juices filling my mouth as she too came at the same time.

As Sharon and I tried to regain our breath, Emily had pulled back and was looking at us both with a big smile on her sweet, wet face, licking her lips back and forth.

“Was that good, Mommy? Did I do it right?” she asked. “Mmmm, you sure taste good,” she continued, not waiting for an answer. And sliding her hand down the front of her shorts she added with a slight pout, “and my pussy is all wet now, too.”

Sharon and I looked at each other and giggled.

“Come here, you little devil,” I said to my daughter, and she quickly wormed herself over on top of me, spreading her legs on either side of my waist, one hand still inside her shorts. “And just what do you think you are doing in there, little girl?” I teased, watching her hand moving up and down.

“Rubbing my cunt,” she brazenly replied. “What did you think I was doing?” she smirked. And I shook my head in disbelief again at my outspoken daughter.

“Stand up,” Sharon commanded Emily, looking at me slyly as she lifted herself from my face and stood beside her. As my daughter obeyed, Sharon slid down Emily’s shorts and panties, revealing a slightly puffy and certainly very shiny pussy for me to stare up at. “Now sit,” Sharon continued as she pushed down gently on Emily’s shoulders and helped plant my little girl’s pouting lips over my face. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart,” she whispered to my daughter, who couldn’t help squirming herself back and forth, encouraged by my now curious and probing tongue.

I couldn’t believe how sweet her little pussy tasted, and how prolifically her juices flowed. She sure takes after her mom, I thought to myself as I was periodically forced, not unpleasantly of course, to swallow her delicious fluids. She was riding my face fiercely and grasping my head for support, grinding her pussy against me like she was on fire, looking for release.

Peering up, I saw Sharon had positioned herself behind Emily and was tweaking her little nipples, pulling them out from her chest, arousing her even more. My sweet little daughter was a sex machine gone wild, in high gear, grunting, squealing, crying out in the delight of the sensations her young body was no doubt experiencing at such intensity for the first time.

And then she exploded, screaming, losing control, fluids pouring from her, pee squirting all over my face at the same time as she experienced what were obviously the most intense feelings she’d ever had in her young life. The combination of flavors from her now soggy pussy was unbelievably delicious and I gently spread her lips wider, opening her vagina so that my tongue could probe insatiably for more, more, and more. I knew then that our love had entered a new dimension from which there would be no return.

Slowly I pulled away from her, gazing in amazement at my sweet daughter’s very wet, red and swollen cunt – yes, it was a cunt to me now – an aroused, open love canal, inviting me to please it over and over again. And I knew I would be doing just that.

It took a while for Emily to recover, as Sharon and I looked at each other in amazement at what had just transpired before our eyes.

And then, suddenly, “Are we a family now?” my daughter asked breathlessly.

I pulled her down to me and gently kissed her lips, stroking her hair, feeling the heat of her sweet young body as I leaned back and looked up into her bright, shiny eyes.

“Yes sweetie, “I replied, lovingly. “We are a family.”

“Sharon too?” she queried, looking up at my girlfriend.

“Oh yes, baby,” Sharon smiled at her. “We are one big happy family.” And she too kissed Emily softly on her lips. “I love you both very much,” she added, as a big grin spread all over my
little girl’s shiny face.

“Mmmm,” Emily replied, and glanced over toward the stairs. “And do you think we are going to get to be an even bigger family?” she added, with a glint in her eye.

Sharon and I laughed.

“Well, I guess we’d better see what’s happening up there, hadn’t we?” I told them.

But I was sure I already knew.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Jeneee

“They really are nice people, Becky,” Pam said assuringly, as she walked upstairs beside her sister, carrying her backpack.

Becky smiled at her. “Yeah, you keep saying that, Pammy, so I guess you must like them a lot, huh? Emily sure seems happy to have you around. Have you known her for long?”

Reaching the second floor, Pam pointed in the direction of Emily’s room. “You can get undressed in there, sis. No, I only met her at school on Friday and liked her right away. She was the only girl in the class to speak to me, and then she invited me home with her after school. We had fun in their hot tub out back, an’ then…” she paused.

“And then…?” Becky pushed.

Pam blushed, then giggled, “Well, we sort of played around, you know?”

“Like as in sex-played around, you mean?” asked Becky, staring questioningly at her little sister.

“Well, yeah, kinda,” Pam replied, grinning. “An’ I showed Sharon some of the things you taught me, like, when we were in the shower together this morning.”

“You mean you had sex with that older woman? Like, with Jen’s girlfriend? Oh my god, Pammy. My little sister is turning into a nympho! You couldn’t wait for me, huh?” And she hugged her sister and giggled. “I leave you alone for a few days and look what you do. Come on, help me get undressed and into the shower before I pollute everyone.”

Pam wrinkled her nose as she helped unzip Becky’s skirt. “Yeah, you do kinda stink!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been staying all this time, anyway? I’ve been so worried about you.”

“Well, for a few days I stayed with a girlfriend from school. We shared her bedroom — and no, we didn’t fuck around, if that’s what you’re thinking. We told her mom that our house was being painted, so she didn’t seem to mind. My friend knew what had happened, though. I told her about Mom and Dad, and you going to Auntie’s. Her dad was away on a business trip anyway, so it wasn’t like the place was crowded.

But then he came home and all hell broke loose ‘cause of the way I was dressed, for one thing. He didn’t like my short skirt, even though I caught him trying to look up it a few times. Anyway, he told me I had to leave and go back home and stop being a bad influence on his precious little daughter. So that’s when I walked over to Auntie’s, to see if I could see you and maybe convince her to let me look after you back at our place. But I knew that was a shitty idea and she’d never go for it, so I was kinda lost as to what to do.”

“We’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Pam said, a little unconvincingly, as she touched Becky’s arm. “Come on, into the shower with you.” And she reached for her sister’s panties and pulled them down, giggling, pointing at Becky’s pussy saying, “Haven’t seen that for a while. I see you need a shave. Want me to help?” she teased.

Becky laughed. “I can do it myself, thank you. Is there a razor around here anywhere that I can borrow?” She searched in the bathroom cabinet and found one as Pam gave her a wash cloth and a container of creamy lotion. Becky adjusted the water temperature of the shower and closed the transparent curtain. “No peeking now, you little slut,” she commanded.

Pam, meanwhile, pulled down her shorts and panties, sat on the toilet and peed while she was waiting, watching the silhouette of her sister washing herself through the shower curtain. “Hey, you missed a spot,” she teased as she wiped her pussy and flushed.

“Mind your own business,” Becky replied, laughing, “and make sure you clean your sexy little cunt well after pissing. I don’t want to have to taste your pee when I lick you.”

“Oooh, promises, promises. Shall I come and join you so you can wash it for yourself?” Pam asked slyly.

“Never mind. I’ll be finished soon and I’ll come out to check on you,” Becky countered.

“Well, in that case, I’ll leave my panties down for you,” Pam giggled.

A few minutes later the shower stopped. Becky pulled back the curtain and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack, wrapping it around herself and toweling off her hair with another. She looked over at Pam who was still sitting on the toilet, panties down around her ankles, and smiled. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” she laughed, staring at her little sister’s pussy. Ready for the taste test?”

Pam nodded. “But in the bedroom.” She stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the bathroom floor and led her sister by the hand into Emily’s room, flopping down on the bed and spreading her legs wide open for Becky.

Becky dropped her towels onto the floor and crawled between her sister’s legs, gently spreading her puffy lips revealing the pink, moist folds in between. “Mmmm, I missed this so much,” she whispered as her tongue slowly slid up and down between Pam’s prominent labia. The little girl moaned quietly and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feelings her sister was so good at building within her. She pinched her pointy nipples and thrust her crotch hard into Becky’s mouth, lifting her butt from the bed as she rotated her slim hips from side to side. Becky’s finger slid easily into her baby sister’s pussy as her lips surrounded Pam’s hard little clit, now fully aroused from the attention it was receiving.

Pam squealed in delight as Becky’s finger worked its magic inside her sopping cunt, knowing exactly which spots to press as her tongue flicked magically over the little girl’s pleasure button. Juices ran down Becky’s chin as Pam moaned louder and louder, and Becky knew her sister was soon about to explode. And explode she did, screeching loudly and grinding herself mercilessly into Becky’s face, then collapsing limply back onto the bed, trying to regain her breath.

Becky crawled up beside her sister and held her closely, gently kissing her on the lips as the little girl slowly began to recover. Pam’s eyes finally opened and she hugged Becky to her, kissing her, tasting herself on her, and licking her lips. “Mmmm, that was so good. I’ve missed you so much, Becky.” And then she closed her eyes again, relaxing once more, sighing contentedly.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight!”

Pam and Becky jumped. Turning toward the bedroom door they saw Jen, Sharon and Emily, all still naked from their own romp together downstairs, staring at them, smiles on their faces.

“Ooops,” Pam replied, blushing her usual deep red at being caught in the act. Well, after the act, anyway. “We were just…”

“It’s alright, sweetie,” I assured her. “We know how much you two have missed each other and we wanted to give you time to… well you know, get re-acquainted. We kinda thought we’d find you…”

“…fucking each other,” chimed in Emily, giggling as she ran over to hug Pam.

“And I suppose you all stripped off so you could join us?” Becky asked, gazing in wonderment at the three naked bodies, Emily’s already entwined around her sister, her hand between Pam’s thighs feeling her still swollen, sticky pussy.

“Mmm,” Emily whispered into Pam’s ear. “Your cunt is so wet. Can I have a taste?” And she slid her finger between her little friend’s labia and then lifted it up to the tip of her tongue.
“Yummy,” she announced, grinning to everyone as Becky watched her sister’s new friend, marveling at her lack of inhibition and realizing immediately that Pam had found someone her own age with whom she could share her sexual urges.

And, Becky thought to herself as she examined Emily’s cute little body, I wouldn’t mind sharing in that experience myself. Maybe even with Emily’s mom and her girlfriend too, she thought, eyeing the two beautiful women in front of her. I think I might like it here after all, she decided.

I assured Becky that we hadn’t all stripped to join her and Pam, but that we had been having our own fun downstairs while she cleaned herself up. Then I added, “Why don’t we all go downstairs again and outside to the hot tub, where we can relax and chat about the situation in which you and Pam find yourselves? Maybe among the bunch of us we can help decide what’s best for you two until things settle down. And perhaps you should call your aunt and see if she wants to join us so she can have her say in the matter too. I know you both think she feels put upon by having to look after you, but she is family after all, and is really responsible for your well being, you know. You’re both too young to look after yourselves,” I added quickly, as Becky started to protest.

But as I said this, I knew I would need to tell Sharon about Maggie’s coming on to me before we went much further. Knowing Sharon, however, I was sure she’d get a laugh out of the incident. At least, I hoped she would.

As usual, my darling little daughter came to the rescue and squealed, “Yeah, let’s all go party in the hot tub. We can show Becky about the jets,” she giggled.

Sharon, who had been quiet up to this point, smiled and smirked, “You and those jets, Emily. Sounds like you have an on-going love affair with them.”

My daughter stuck out her tongue at Sharon and teased, “Well, you like ‘em too. I’ve seen you.”

“Okay you two, break it up,” I laughed. “If we’re going to go, let’s grab some towels and get moving. No need for swim suits,” I added, in case Becky was wondering what to wear. “We go in naked.” I smiled at her. “What about your aunt? Shall we invite her over?”

“She has that show today, remember?” Pam chimed in.

“Well, maybe tomorrow, then,” I suggested. At least that will give me time to decide how to tell Sharon about Maggie coming on to me, I thought to myself.

And so we left it at that, and all headed down to the now infamous hot tub for the next chapter in our weekend of surprises.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Jeneee

As we passed through the kitchen, arms full of towels, I suddenly realized that maybe Becky was hungry. I had no idea when she’d eaten last, so I asked her if she’d like a sandwich and something to drink before we all tubbed, or ‘hit the jets,’ as Emily now fondly called it.

“That would be great, Jen,” she replied. “I am hungry, haven’t eaten anything since last night.”

“You should have said something, honey. Why don’t the rest of you hit the jets while I get something for Becky, and we can join you as soon as she’s eaten, okay?” I suggested to the others.

“Okay,” agreed Emily. “We’ll get it warmed up for you, Becky,” she smiled. “So don’t keep us waiting too long,” she added with a wink.

“I think you’ll find it’s already warm, sweetie,” I laughed. “That’s why they call it a hot tub.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Well, you know what I mean,” she smirked as she followed the others out of the kitchen door. Indeed I do, I thought to myself. Indeed I do.

Turning back to Becky, I asked, “What would you like, hon? I can scramble you some eggs if you like. Or maybe a chicken sandwich? And please, make yourself comfortable at the table.”

“Scrambled eggs sounds great, thanks Jen,” she replied, as she spread out her towel over a chair and pulled it up to the table. Her firm, naked breasts, with their hard, pointed nipples stared at me as I grabbed some food from the fridge and poured her a glass of orange juice. Becky’s young body was so trim and beautiful, and I envisioned how Pam would develop over the next few years, also wondering what their mother looked like.

“Is your mom as gorgeous as you and Pam?” I blurted out as I cracked open her eggs into the pan. That brought on a blush to her pretty face. Blushing seems to run in the family, I thought to myself as Becky then smiled, almost shyly, and I immediately realized she’d been trying to act tough and streetwise because of the circumstances in which she found herself, but underneath she was still a young fourteen year old girl, probably scared out of her wits wondering what would become of her and Pam. More experienced than most fourteen year olds, I realized, and more sexually aware, but still needing to lean on someone for guidance.

“She’s pretty, and I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger so, yes, she was beautiful then too.”

“Well, you two sure take after her, sweetie,” I replied.

“Thanks, Jen,” she mumbled. “Pam is right about you lot,” she added suddenly. “You’re all so nice and friendly.”

“What about your dad. What’s he like?” I wanted to know, as I put some bread into the toaster while the eggs fluffed up in the pan.

“He’s okay, I guess. He’s Dad, you know. Runs things. Like, you don’t argue with him, and Mom sort of just follows along. So we, you know, do what he says.” And she lowered her eyes. I think I was beginning to get the picture.

“So this club, it was his idea?” I probed. “And your mom just went along with it?” She nodded. “And what about you dancing, well, stripping really, was that his idea too?” Again Becky nodded and wouldn’t look at me. I buttered her toast and slid the eggs onto a plate, placing it in front of her on the table. Visions of my prying with Pam, and the effects it had had on her, flashed into my head, and I briefly thought I’d gone far enough with Becky and should let her eat in peace. But she then looked at me and spoke up.

“I know what you’re thinking Jen, and yes, I was scared when he told me I had to dance because some of the customers had asked. I think they may have been joking, but he thought it was a great idea. He had told me I had a sexy body many times before. I knew Mom wouldn’t interfere, so I didn’t have much choice. He put me together with one of the older girls to train me on how to do it right. She was okay and made me feel comfortable, but that first night – well, I was scared shitless. But it turned out I didn’t need to be. Everyone cheered me on and kept urging me to take off my clothes, so I soon felt better and kinda liked the attention. But taking off my bra and panties was still scary.

“Eventually I got used to it, though, and even looked forward to dancing. I guess I found out I was an exhibitionist, and liked it when people looked at my body. The girl who taught me said I had a gorgeous pussy and should show it off. After seeing most of the other dancers I realized what she meant, that mine was well, kinda different looking, prominent she said, and I guess you’ve noticed my sister’s too,” she looked up at me and smiled. “She told me you couldn’t take your eyes off her when Emily lifted her dress last night and showed hers off,” she giggled.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Well, yes, you two seem to have such large labia,” I stammered as I joined her at the table. “I guess it runs in your family.”

She giggled again, and I was happy she seemed to have settled down a bit. “Well, my mom doesn’t, but my aunt does – I’ve seen her naked before when I was younger, and was surprised to see she didn’t have any pubes like my mom. She told me she shaves her pussy, and I guess I kinda do the same thing now.”

“Yes, I couldn’t help noticing,” I smiled. “And on the subject of your aunt, how well do you know her girlfriend?”

“The one she has now? Not much, except that I don’t like her. She seems like a bitch and that’s why there was no way I was going to stay there with them. Pam didn’t have much choice but I sure did.” Becky had now finished her meal and stood up, taking her dishes over to the sink.

“Your aunt came on to me, you know, when I was over there with Pam. So I wondered how close she was with her girlfriend.”

Becky turned to me and grinned. “Really? That’s wild,” she said. “Maybe she’s not that tight with Janet after all. Good, I hope she dumps her.”

“Well, not for me,” I chuckled. “I have a live-in girlfriend already, as you know.”

“Yeah, Sharon. She’s hot looking,” Becky said, as she came over and hugged me, thanking me for feeding her. “Don’t worry about my aunt, though. She won’t be pissed if you don’t respond. But I’m glad she seems to be maybe getting rid of Janet. My aunt’s not all that bad, really, just into her art and stuff. You might even like her if you get to know her. Oh, and you are hot looking too,” she whispered in my ear as our bodies melded closely together.

“Thank you, sweetie,” I smiled at her, covering her butt cheeks with my palms as I pulled her tightly against me. “But I’m taken, remember?”

She pulled back a bit and tweaked my hardening nipples. “Yeah, I know, and she’s waiting for you right now, so let’s go join them, shall we?” she added with a smirk on her pretty face. “I wanna find out about those jets Emily keeps on raving about. Pam got my pussy warmed up this morning and I’m ready for some more action.”

I pulled away a bit and looked down, sliding one of my hands over her prominent lips, marveling at their fullness, feeling the moisture already gathering, and squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I commented. “You certainly are ready for more action, aren’t you?” I teased, as she thrust her pussy forward, not so eager to leave after all.

“Oh, Jen, that feels so good,” she whimpered as her eyes closed and a slight moan escaped her lips.

I don’t know what came over me then, but I couldn’t resist fingering this young teen’s treasure which seemed to be getting wetter by the second. I quickly knelt down in front of her to explore further and inhale the fragrance that seemed to pour from her, and before I knew it my lips had quickly found their way to her puffy, shiny labia. Her hands grasped the back of my head, tugging at my hair as she ground herself into me, and I responded by grabbing the cheeks of her butt and pulling her tightly against my face, which was now buried between her stumbling legs.

My tongue worked its way between her fleshy lips and snaked into her cunt as one of my fingers found her tight, warm asshole and prodded its way inside. Then she suddenly lost it and cried out as my lips now surrounded her clit which had sprung from its hiding place in tandem with the passion that now seemed to overcome her. Her sweet juices were pouring onto my tongue as my finger probed deeper inside her butt hole, and my mouth seemed to fuse with her deliciously plump pussy.

Then she screamed. Oh my, did she scream. And collapsed, floundering over my kneeling body, completely spent. I managed to hold us both up as she slowly recovered and regained her breathing. I carefully stood and pulled her up with me, and we swayed together for a while until she was fully recovered; well, almost fully.

I pulled back a bit and gently kissed her lips, stroking her long hair as she quietly moaned into my mouth and tasted herself on me. Her blue eyes slowly opened and gazed into mine, a slight smile forming on her face.

“Oh, Jen, that was incredible,” she managed, and hugged me tightly once more. Now I know why Pam loves it here so much. If Emily takes after you, she is definitely in good hands.” And then she giggled again. “Hadn’t we better go join the others before they wonder what we are up to?” she asked shyly.

“Somehow,” I replied, “I think we are all going to be up to the same thing as the day progresses. I think we just got a head start on everyone else.”

“Well, not really,” she reminded me. “We all had something going on earlier, remember? We just mixed things up a bit, changed partners, right? And now I owe you big,” she giggled.

I rubbed my dampening pussy with one hand and smiled, “Yes, I guess you do. You certainly do. Now, let’s go see what’s happening in the hot tub.”

And we grabbed our towels and ran outside laughing, banging the kitchen door behind us.

“What kept you so long?” Emily cried as she saw us coming. Becky and I looked at each other and smiled – smiles that I’m sure Sharon couldn’t help but notice – smiles that told her exactly what had kept us for so long.

Then, without a word, Becky and I both jumped in and hit the jets.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Jeneee

As Sharon and I slid our bodies into the bubbling hot water after carefully placing the drinks we brought with us onto the deck beside the hot tub, my girlfriend let out a contented sigh of satisfaction. I settled myself down beside her and smiled across at our two sweet young companions asking, “So girls, does it get any better than this?”

Pam giggled and replied that it felt even better than before, now that we were all there together…

“…naked,” Emily finished for her, laughing. She flung her arm around Pam’s shoulder and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ear at which Pam giggled again.

“Hey, no secrets, no fair,” Sharon laughed.

“I was just asking her if she wanted to try jetting again. It’s even better without panties on,” Emily told her, as she started to squirm around a bit. And how would she know that? I wondered. “There, found one,” she announced with glee. “Woo-hoo, it feels sooo… mmmm!”

She giggled at Pam and whispered in her ear again. We watched as her new friend moved slightly to her left, giving a little jerk as contact was obviously made.

“See? Told you, didn’t I,” Emily said, watching Pam closely. “Makes my cunny tingle,” she added with a saucy grin on her face.

“Emily!” I scolded.

“Well, you do it, Mommy. I’ve seen you, and so does Sharon, so why can’t we?” There was no argument from us there as Sharon looked at me and smirked. Pam had elbowed Emily again, but only halfheartedly this time, as she was starting to get used to her new friend’s boldness.

“Are you sure you still want to be Emily’s friend, Pam?” I asked her laughing, knowing that there was no way my daughter was going to restrain her outspoken, precocious self, at least while in our company.

Pam smiled across at me and nodded her head, then quickly squirmed herself around to move beside me saying, “Yes, I’m sure, and I want to be your friend too, Jen, and Sharon’s,” she added. And she kissed my cheek. The touch of her soft body, along with Sharon’s on the other side of me, aroused a feeling quite similar to that which I had experienced in the shower earlier in the afternoon. In other words, my pussy was on fire again.

“Hey, what about me?” Emily pouted. “I feel lonely over here all by myself.”

“Aww, you poor little girl,” Sharon teased, and she slid over to hug her as Emily stuck out her tongue at us.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily announced with glee. “We’ve traded girlfriends!” And she gave Sharon a big kiss on her lips as if to emphasize the point.

“Wow, hot stuff, Sharon,” she giggled. “I want some more of that.”

What a little hussy my little girl was turning out to be. And there’s that bonding again, I thought to myself, watching my cute daughter snuggle alongside my beautiful girlfriend. And I realized once more just how really beautiful Sharon was. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes set wide apart on her heart-shaped face gave her a completely exotic look. And her body was gorgeous too. She was taller than me, with long, slim legs, shapely hips and a firm, tight butt. Her boobs were as small as mine, but firm, with large dark brown nipples proudly crowning each mound.

And she’s all mine, I thought contentedly — well, until now at least, I added, giggling to myself as I watched her with an arm around my sweet little girl.

Sharon noticed me watching them and looked across at me and Pam, winking. “Well you two sure make a cute couple,” she laughed, glancing from me to Pam. I looked down to see Pam smiling back at Sharon and hugged her to me again. She was such an adorable little girl.

“I am so glad Emily met you today, sweetie,” I told her. I think you two are going to be really good for each other.”

“I think you are all good for me,” she whispered. “You make me feel like I belong to someone again. I miss my parents and my sister, and I don’t think what they did was wrong, but…” and she stopped suddenly, biting her lip.

“What, hon?” I asked, but quickly added, not wanting another tearful scene, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, really. I didn’t realize you had a sister, though. How old is she and who is looking after her?”

“She ran away from home after, you know, after everything happened. She’s only fourteen, but she said that there was no way they were going to ever put her into a foster home. She promised to come back for me as soon as she could. But I don’t know where she went and neither does my aunt.” She hesitated again. “Is it okay if we talk about it later, Jen? I don’t want to spoil the mood now,” she added, and reached up to kiss me like Emily had done to Pam, on my lips. My poor heart fluttered at the gentleness of her touch.

“It’s okay sweetie, I understand,” I managed, stroking her hair. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it now.” And I promptly returned her little kiss after which she smiled, and then gave a big sigh.

“What, hon?” I prompted.

“You make me so happy, Jen. I wish I could stay here with you all.” She paused a moment before saying, “Can I ask you something, like, kinda personal?”

I nodded.

“How long have you known you were a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not sure I am altogether, sweetie. I was married, you know. I’m probably what you would call bi. I like both sexes, but I must admit that right now I prefer women, and you are convincing me of that even more,” I laughed, tweaking her chin. She smiled, as if to say she was so happy to hear that.

“I just wondered, ‘cause I think I am one — a lesbian — just like my aunt. Well, not like my aunt really, ‘cause she’s a bitch most of the time. Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to swear,” she added, quickly.

I laughed, hugging her tightly once more. “I think you are too young to know what you are right now, sweetie,” I explained, “but there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way, if that’s the way it turns out for you.”

She squeezed against me again. I was unconsciously stroking the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as I tried to think of what else to tell her when she looked up at me and half whispered, “That feels so good, Jen.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“What you’re doing, like, you know, to my leg. It makes me feel all tingly inside.” I felt her open her thighs a little wider to encourage me to continue. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded softly, as I momentarily paused, realizing what was happening here. Glancing over at Sharon, I was even more surprised to see her kissing Emily again, this time seemingly in earnest.

Wow, this is getting interesting, I thought. Moments ago they had been giggling away over there at some kind of joke or other, but that had quickly changed. I was even more astounded when I noticed Emily’s hand cupping one of Sharon’s breasts as they kissed.

Adding to my arousal, I suddenly I felt Pam gently stroking my thigh, and then I knew there was no stopping what was inevitably developing here. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my hand further up along her thigh until it eventually reached that glorious juncture I had stared at hours before — her soft puffy mound, and she hissed fiercely into my shoulder “Yessss, oh yesssss,” and hunched her pussy against me as hard as she could.

I slowly stroked her soft lips, feeling the slippery moisture of her arousal increase as I parted them gently. Her head was now buried into my shoulder and little whimpers escaped her lips as she squirmed against me when I rubbed my fingertips softly over her hard little button.

“Oooh, it’s been sooo long,” I heard her moan, “…so long,” and I knew immediately that she was experienced. Visions of Pam and her sister together filled my mind, but I would learn more about that later. Right now all I wanted to do was to caress this little girl until she reached whatever pinnacle an eight-year-old is capable of feeling. At the same time my own pussy was hungry for attention, and the fingers of my other hand quickly slid down between my thighs to help satisfy my own urgings.

We became oblivious to everything else around us as we blended our ecstasy together. I was twenty years older than Pam but at that moment we were the same, lovers experiencing the ultimate joy as one. All of a sudden her hand clenched tightly on my thigh, and I knew my little adorable sweetheart had climaxed as a squeal escaped her lips and she appeared to stop breathing momentarily. This spurred me immediately on to mine, and we were soon clinging together, trying to catch our breath, smiles pasted on our faces, suddenly aware of being watched from the other side of the hot tub.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Emily asked cautiously.

“Mommy’s fine,” I replied. “More than fine.” I smiled, almost adding that I was just testing out her new girlfriend for her, but buttoning my lip in time, realizing that it would sound a bit crass, and besides, it wasn’t really the truth. What had happened, happened. And it was a delightful, sensual and beautiful experience, one I would not be ashamed to repeat.

“You two were kind of, well, going at it hot and heavy over there,” chimed in Sharon.

“Well, you can talk,” I laughed. “Last thing I saw was you and Emily necking away with her hand squeezing your boob. Then I kinda lost track.”

“Well, we couldn’t help stopping to watch you two when we came up for air and realized what you were up to,” Sharon added. “I should be sooo jealous, but I’m not. Instead, I’m feeling quite aroused,” she confessed.

Emily giggled and asked her, “Really? Then maybe we should continue where we left off,” and grabbed for her boob again. Sharon seemed like she wasn’t about to argue the point.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I laughed, standing up in the hot tub and moving over to Sharon and Emily, giving them both a big hug.

Pam followed me and squeezed in with us, kissing Emily on her lips. “Hope you’re not mad at me,” she teased, “but your mom was so hard to resist once she got started.”

“So we noticed,” Emily giggled, slyly sliding her hand down between Pam’s thighs to her pussy. “Now, am I going to be hard to resist too?” she wanted to know.

“Mmmm, not if you keep that up,” Pam sighed, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder.

Sharon and I watched as our two young lovers suddenly forgot about us, lost in their own version of paradise. Our hot tub had now had a second christening of the type we could never have imagined the first time Sharon and I made love amid its bubbling warmth.

And now this evening was the beginning of a whole new kind of relationship for my little girl. She would learn quickly, I now knew, about the delights awaiting her with another member of her own sex, one who’d had experiences she was only too willing to share with her new girlfriend.

I found myself hoping her aunt would let her stay the night.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

It was now much later in the evening. The sun had set, the hot tub was empty of its hot bodies, jets now silent, cover on for the night — and the party had moved indoors once again to the living room. Soft fluffy towels were draped around two very tired but contented little girls cuddled side by side on the loveseat, as Sharon and I sat together on the couch, sipping wine from yet another bottle of Merlot, glowing in the aftermath of what had been an extraordinary experience with our two young lovers.

In fact, we all had reason to glow. Another telephone call to Pam’s aunt had met no resistance to the suggestion that Pam stay the night with us. In fact her aunt almost sounded relieved that her niece would be out of her hair, leaving her able to indulge in whatever it was she indulged herself when free of her young charge. We assured her she was in good, safe hands — And yes, you can take that both ways, I thought to myself with a giggle as we hung up the phone. Needless to say, Pam was delighted, and the smile on Emily’s face at the news was priceless.

“You can sleep with me in my bed,” she announced to Pam, with a wicked little grin on her cherubic face.

“Well, at least it’s Friday night and you don’t have school tomorrow,” I noted. “Somehow I don’t think you two will be getting much sleep,” I added, laughing. Emily giggled, but Pam yawned.

“Oh, I think we’ll get some sleep, Jen. I’m tired from all the exercise we’ve had today,” grinned Pam. “I’m so happy my aunt let me stay the night.” And she leaned back on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contentedly

“Me too,” giggled Emily. “I can lend you a nightie if you like. Or we can always sleep naked,” she added, with that glint in her eye again, as she snaked her hand underneath Pam’s towel, exploring her soft body once more. My daughter the she-devil, at it again, I thought. She sure takes after her mom.

“Better wear nighties,” Pam said, “in case we have to get up and go pee during the night,” she suggested to Emily. That girl thinks ahead, I thought to myself. I was liking her even more.

“Come on upstairs with me, hon,” I told her as I stood up. “I’ll find one of Emily’s nighties for you.”

And she separated herself from my daughter and followed me out of the room like a little puppy dog. Actually I had an ulterior motive in splitting her from Emily for a moment. We hadn’t had a chance to talk privately since our little session together in the hot tub and I wanted to find out more about her background. She stood next to me, hugging the towel around her, as I searched through Emily’s drawer for some cute PJs for her to wear.

“You seemed to know what you were doing with me — and with Emily — in the hot tub this evening, sweetie,” I remarked. “This wasn’t the first time for you, was it?”

She shuffled her feet slightly as I waited for an answer, another blush creeping over her sweet face. “Not really,” she replied, now looking directly into my eyes. “Are you mad at me, Jen?”

I smiled and hugged her to me as I answered. “No hon, not at all. But I am curious about how you got your experience, as well as what happened to you to cause you to have to stay with your aunt — of whom you seem not to be too fond, I might add. Like I told you before, you don’t have to explain, Pam, but you can understand my curiosity, can’t you?”

She looked down at the floor, hesitantly.

“I’m guessing you and your sister used to, well, play around together. Is that right?” I prompted.

And as Jen’s tears flowed once more I felt like a bit of a heel putting her into this position again, but at the same time, as I told her as I tried to comfort her, she might feel a lot better talking about it. I held her tightly as the sobs slowly died away, and tilted her head up to me, softly wiping her eyes with the corner of her towel, which by now had parted slightly, revealing her beautiful little body to my eager eyes again.

I crouched down and stroked her hair, looking into those moist baby blues of hers while she decided what she was going to tell me.

“I miss my sister so much, Jen,” she blurted out. “She taught me a lot and sort of looked after me when my parents were busy with, you know, with their business.”

“What kind of business was it?” I gently probed.

“Well, they ran a sort of club, you know, where adults could come to have fun and stuff.”

I waited, not pushing her.

She continued. “They had dancers and drinking and stuff like that, and…” she paused again.

“You mean like a night club?” I prompted.

She nodded. “But it was more than that,” she continued. “People did, you know, like, they had sex there too.” She looked at me to see how shocked I might be.

“Is that why your mom and dad were arrested?” I asked.

“Yeah, but, not only that.” And she hugged me again, tearing up once more. “They started having Becky dance there too. You know? My sister.”

That’s when it dawned on me, and I was shocked for the moment, but quickly tried to hide it from Pam.

“Was Becky all right with that, sweetie?” I asked. Was she forced to do that?”

“Oh no, she loved it, everyone cheering her on the way they did when she, you know, took off her clothes.” I held my breath, waiting.

As if sensing my thoughts Pam quickly added, “And no, she never had sex there with anyone, just danced. She only had sex with me. And she’s the one who taught me everything I know.”

I breathed a sigh of relief at that, at least. “How did she start with you, sweetie?” I wanted to know.

Once more she hesitated. “Well, after she finished dancing she always came back to our little room in the back of the club to sleep, while the parties kept going on. It didn’t close until very late so we had a bed in the back.”

“You mean you were at the club too?” I asked, in disbelief, this time not successful at hiding my shock.

She started to cry again. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” she stammered between sobs. “Now you’ll hate me. It wasn’t like I wanted to be there but my mom and dad didn’t want to leave me all night with a babysitter, so they took me with them. The noise usually didn’t bother me so I was able to sleep. Until Becky came back, that is.”

“Aww, hon. I don’t hate you at all. It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. But now I understand why you miss your sister so much, and also why she took off the way she did. She was right, they would have put her in a home, and I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” And I held our sweet new friend closely to me, giving her time to recover once more.

Pam eventually settled down but still clung tightly to me. “Thanks for understanding, Jen. I feel so comfortable here with you, and Emily and Sharon. My aunt didn’t think much of what my parents were doing, especially getting Becky involved that way. My sister told me that one day they were going to get me to dance too and I was a bit afraid of that — whether I’d be any good, I mean. She told me not to worry because I was so cute and everyone would love me.

“She used to cuddle with me in our bed and try to comfort me, and it made me feel so good. Then one night she, well, you know, started explaining all about my body and showing me things, and showing me hers and how I would look when I got older. Before long she was playing with me down there, and it felt so good that I began to look forward to her coming to bed after her show every night.

“Since she has been gone I really miss all that and until tonight, when you played with me, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. And then when Emily started with me, it was like heaven again,” she giggled, seemingly recovering from her previous upset state.

“I think Emily adores you sweetie,” I assured her. “Even if you decide to tell her what you’ve just told me, I’m sure it won’t make one bit of difference to her.”

She smiled at me, then kissed me softly on the lips again. “Thanks Jen, I adore all of you too, and I’m so glad you don’t think badly of me.”

I slid my hands around behind her and cupped her cute little butt cheeks as I returned her kiss. She was so deliciously firm and soft in my hands and I pulled her tightly to me wanting to explore further but resisting the temptation knowing that it was getting late and that Sharon and Emily would be wondering why it was taking so long to find her a nightie. With an enormous amount of will power I reluctantly pulled away, whispering that we had better get back downstairs.

Standing up, I took her hand in mine as she wrapped the towel around her again, grabbed the nightie in my other hand and led her downstairs once more to join Emily and Sharon whom we found curled up together on the couch, Emily apparently asleep on Sharon’s shoulder.

My girlfriend looked at me questioningly, obviously wondering why it had taken us so long to find some PJs for Pam, but not wanting to move in case she disturbed Emily. I gave her my ‘tell you later’ glance and she nodded.

Pam smiled when she saw her new friend and whispered, “I told you we’d sleep tonight, didn’t I, Jen? Emily is as tired as I am.”

She then looked at both of us, dropped her towel onto the floor with a mischievous grin on her face and seemed to take her own sweet time pulling the nightie over her head to cover herself. Hmm, a little show for our benefit? I mused to myself as the hem finally slid down to cover her sweet and prominently puffy pussy from our view. Somehow, I thought we’d be seeing much more of her charms in the not-too-distant future.

Sharon gently lifted the sleeping Emily into her arms and the four of us slowly and quietly climbed the stairs once more, Pam still clinging to my hand. As we tucked the girls into Emily’s bed, Pam snuggled closely to her new friend who hadn’t awakened, and, sliding an arm around her, smiled at us before closing her eyes to what would undoubtedly be the sweetest of dreams.

I turned off the light on the table beside their bed, slipped my arm around Sharon’s waist and led her to our room, preparing to fill her in on all the latest news I had learned from Emily’s, and our, new girlfriend. An eventful day in our lives was finally winding down, promising an even more exciting weekend to follow.

Continue on to Chapter 7