Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy sat back as the movie began, watching the opening credits without really reading them. Her mind was a whirr. Mostly during that night, she watched her daughters until several nude scenes had gone by, mostly of the very hot Nicole Kidman. She wondered if her daughters would get as turned on looking at a naked woman and thought about her neighbor’s words when Sandra had said that seeing something sexual brought on sexual excitement, whether or not it was a woman or a man in the sexual situation.

By the time an hour of the movie had elapsed, she was as horny as she’d been in months. She’d not been this turned on since her last conversation with Kate about masturbation, when her eleven year old had admitted to ‘sometimes touching’ herself ‘down there’ for the pleasure.

She looked over at her daughters and decided to take the plunge she had been planning. They were all wearing nothing but their pajamas, and using one hand, she began to massage her midriff, gradually lifting the hem of her top to expose her flat belly to anyone who chose to look at her.

And her daughters definitely chose to do just that.

She had been noticing the girls squirming as the movie became more and more sexual. They had enjoyed watching Nicole Kidman as she bared her body for their pleasure. They had listened intently to the adult dialogue, which served to heighten their feelings of desire.

Now her daughters were watching her as much as they watched the movie. Kate was openly ogling her mother as Tracy’s hands made their sensuous journey over the taut skin, raising goose-flesh along the path. Meanwhile, Tracy did her best to ignore her daughters as she grew bolder with her touches.

As if she’d done this every day of her girls’ lives, she reached beneath the hem of her top and tweaked her nipple, a small gasp of delight echoing briefly throughout the room as she did so.

She glanced at Kelli and Kate, blushing as she did, and pretending she’d been caught without planning to be.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she said.

Tracy saw her daughters exchange another glance, this one seeming to ask the other if this was really happening.

In answer, Tracy let her hand move to openly tweak her nipple once again before cupping her small breast, a sigh escaping her as the pleasure throbbed throughout her body, causing her legs to straighten and stretch out and her knees to lock as she spread her legs slightly.

Again, she noticed Kelli and Kate exchange questioning looks. Tracy wondered if the looks signaled a ‘should we or shouldn’t we’ between them. It seemed to signal a question that neither could answer, yet both wanted the answer that seemed to hover in the almost suffocating air of the room.

Now, Tracy was openly squeezing her tit, pinching the erect nipple before moving to the other breast and performing the same magic on it. At the same time, her other hand began a journey down her middle to the hem of her pajama bottoms. This hand slowly dived beneath the elastic waistline and openly began to massage her cunt beneath the thin fabric.

Tracy looked at Kelli and said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. If you want to, you can.” She smiled before continuing, “And I know you want to.” Then she looked at Kate. “Both of you do.”

Her hands continued their sexual self-massage. She would soon be at the brink of an orgasm, a climax that she’d longed for all day. That need had been heightened by the unplanned encounter with Sandra, who had openly suggested they have sex with each other. And now she was sitting here on her sofa in her family room, one hand at her breast, the other shamelessly massaging her pussy beneath the flimsy cotton of her pajama bottoms. And both her daughters were watching her intently.

She watched as Kelli and Kate exchanged knowing looks once again. Then she saw it in Kelli’s face. She was going to join in. She leaned back in the chair she sat in and her hands moved down her torso to the hem of her pajama bottoms. Then she was pushing her hands lower, down past her lower tummy to the moisture that awaited in her heated slit.

*******

Kelli couldn’t believe that her mom was going to allow her and Kate to watch a movie like Eyes Wide Shut. She had not seen it, of course, but she had certainly heard about it. It was an old movie, at least as far as she was concerned, but she had heard that there was plenty of nudity and sex in it. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten and swell, her clit coming to life in an instant, as the movie began. She hoped she would be able to wait until she and Kate went to bed to touch herself. She knew she would be getting off tonight; the only question was could she last the entire movie before saying she was too sleepy to continue watching.

She was fully aware her mom would probably not believe that. She was totally certain of it, in fact, but what would she do instead? Tell her mom, ‘I’m too turned on to stay out here watching this, so I’m going to go jill off in my bedroom’? She also knew that Kate would join her once she did leave the room to go masturbate. Kate was no fool either, and she would probably want to do a little more than masturbate.

That was one thing they’d not told their mom about their sexual discoveries. They were more likely to mess around with each other than they were to just get themselves off. That was especially true if both of them were extremely horny and had the time to do more than have an orgasm or two.

After the movie had played for about a half hour, she was fairly itching to get her hands on her pussy, and she was absolutely sure that Kate was feeling the same way. Hell, anyone would be completely horny after watching this. She didn’t want to admit it to her mom, but she found Nicole Kidman to be one of the sexiest people on the planet. Kate knew how she felt about the actress. They’d talked about how sexy she was before. Now, she was enjoying the unbelievable treat of seeing the woman naked. And it was obviously no body double either. This was the real Nicole Kidman in the nude. Kelli wanted to bury her face in the woman’s butt when she saw it in the movie. It was so… beautiful.

She was about to give up and excuse herself to go to bed — the embarrassment had already started to burn her cheeks in anticipation of the obvious lie — when she noticed her mom doing something totally unexpected.

She was starting to rub her newly exposed tummy and even began to play with her own tit, casually rubbing the nipple through the thin pajama fabric.

Now the burning in her cheeks was from something other than embarrassment. The simple act of seeing her mother touch her body for sexual pleasure was heating her up in a way she never thought possible. She was now watching her mom more than she was the movie, and she noticed Kate doing the same thing. Her sister’s mouth was literally hanging open in utter surprise, and her eyes seemed to be trying to bulge out of their sockets. Kelli wondered if her own expression was identical to her sister’s before purposely closing her mouth with a slight snap.

Now her mom’s hand was diving beneath her pajama bottoms! Oh my God! She was going to actually touch her own pussy right there in front of them.

Kelli didn’t know what to say or do when her mom looked at her and spoke. Did she really just say that? Did she really just tell them she knew they wanted to join her and that… that it was okay?!

Kelli looked at her little sister. Kate was trying to decide whether or not to take their mom up on the offer. Kelli took less time to make that decision. She was so horny she thought she might be able to come in like five seconds, and either she joined her mom right there while watching a very sexy scene in the movie, or she left the room — and the movie — to get herself off in the bedroom.

Looking at Kate again, she could see the same question running through Kate’s mind. Then she decided. If Mom said it was okay, then she meant it. She leaned back and placed her hands on her tummy and moved them down to her pj’s and beyond. When her hands felt the wetness that had been leaking out of her slit, she realized maybe she should have worn panties tonight so all that fluid would gather in the gusset rather than wet the seat of her cotton pajamas.

Kelli inhaled sharply at the first contact of her fingers on her pussy. She felt her clit give a sharp jolt as her fingers gathered the slick goo to rub all over her throbbing cunt. She noticed her mom watching her but tried to ignore it. Knowing Mom was watching her get herself off had an unusual effect on her. On the one hand, it was as hot as hell that her mom was watching her masturbate — and not caring one bit. On the other hand, it was embarrassing knowing she was watching her give herself sexual pleasure. She wondered if that would prevent her from getting off. She sincerely hoped not. She was badly in need of a climax.

*******

Kate wasn’t sure what to do. She had been struggling with how to handle her horniness since her mom had invited them to watch something they had never been allowed to watch before because of the sex in the movie. It was like their mom was saying it was okay to watch this and get horny. In fact, she’d pretty well said exactly that. And GOD was she horny!! Especially after watching this movie with naked people and sex in it everywhere. She wasn’t following the plot that well — it was kind of weird in fact but she chalked that up to it being intended for adults — but she certainly was getting the idea that the plot centered around sex.

When her mom started touching herself, she thought she might come right there without even touching her pussy at all. She’d been thinking about what would probably happen once Kelli got too horny to keep from touching herself and would leave for the bedroom. Then Kate was starting to think about getting her older sister’s attention and secretly nod toward the bedroom, indicating she was more than ready to go to bed and fool around until they both came at least once. Then her mom started… touching herself.

She couldn’t help staring at her mom as her hands started messing with her boobs and then sliding down towards her pussy before diving into her pajamas to touch herself. The thought My mom’s playing with her pussy right in front of me shot through her mind and seemed to make a beeline to her pussy, which trembled with desire she’d never experienced before.

Then Mom spoke to her and Kelli about going ahead if they wanted to — and that she knew they wanted to. How had she known that? She’d not touched herself at all. She’d been doing her very best to hide the feelings she was experiencing — to pretend she wasn’t horny at all, like she was just enjoying the plot of the movie. The plot she couldn’t follow at all except for the sex and nudity.

Then Kelli looked at her. Kate knew if Kelli stood up to go to the bedroom, she would have to join her there. And what would their mom think then? Would she know what they were going to do together the way she’d known they were horny without ever touching themselves? Her neighbor, Laura, had once told her that parents got just as horny as kids when they were young and they knew some kids fooled around with each other. Would her mom suspect what had been going on between her and Kelli for almost a year now? And would that lead to her knowing that the two of them liked to have sex with their neighbors, Emily and Laura on a fairly regular basis?

Now Kate was stuck between wanting Kelli to stay in here and join their mom and wanting her to go to the bedroom. Either choice would cause her extreme embarrassment. She wanted to touch herself — wanted it in the worst way — but could she do that in front of her own mother? Just reach her hands down into her pajamas and masturbate to a crashing orgasm right there with Mom watching her every move?

She was staring at their mom when she heard a slight snapping sound. She looked over at Kelli, where the sound seemed to come from, but she couldn’t tell what the noise had been. Then Kelli was leaning back and her hands were moving down toward her pussy beneath the soft material of her pajamas.

Seconds later, Kelli was openly massaging her pussy while their mom did the same. Kate’s gaze moved from her sister to her mother and back again, while her pussy felt like it would explode any second now.

She heard her mom speak. “It’s okay, Kate sweetie. I know you want to. Go ahead. Join us.”

Turning a bright red, she lay back on the sofa next to where she was sitting beside her mother and pushed her hands down inside her pajamas and panties to her still-bald pussy, touching it and feeling the ripples run through her as if her hands were small stones that had disturbed the surface of a lake.

She felt a rustle of movement on the sofa and watched, mesmerized, as her mother stood up and pushed her pajamas down to her ankles and casually unbuttoned her top to discard it as well. Her mother was nude in front of her! She’d not seen her mom naked in — well she couldn’t remember the last time. And now she stood there in the family room, totally naked.

“You girls keep going. I’ll be right back,” her mom said.

*******

Tracy went to the linen closet and retrieved three towels before returning to the family room and her masturbating daughters. She spread one of the towels on the sofa and sat on it before tossing the other two at her daughters.

“You don’t have to get naked, but just in case you do, I brought these for you to use,” she said.

Tracy watched as Kelli made an immediate decision. Standing, she saw her older daughter glance at Kate and shuck her bottoms before unbuttoning and peeling off her top. Now she, too, stood naked in the room. Tracy admired the youthful beauty of her older daughter. She noticed the sparse hair on her pussy that did its best to hide the girl’s slit from view, a dark brown patch of hair that seemed to invite a lover to explore the depths beyond the immature growth.

Tracy looked at Kate, now the only one in the room with any clothing on at all. Her eyes seemed to beg the girl to join them, to allow her to see the girl in all her naked splendor. She found herself wondering if her younger daughter had begun growing pubic hair yet, or was she still bald there?

Tracy said again to her younger child, “It’s okay, sweetie. Everything is okay.”

She grinned as Kate stood and pulled her pajamas and panties down past her knees, where they fell in a clump of fabric to the floor. She pulled the t-shirt top that matched the bottoms off and sat, as if hurrying to hide her charms from the prying gaze of her mother.

The child’s hand moved instantly to her bare pubes and began to rub her slit. Tracy felt her mouth watering at the sight. She wondered how the girl would taste if she ever had the pleasure to taste her.

She pushed that thought away, however. She wasn’t ready to think about such things now. Not yet, at least. Still, the image lingered and would invade her mind, unbidden, for days afterwards. Each time it occurred, she would have to masturbate. Twice that happened while she was at work, and she would spend the next ten minutes in the ladies’ restroom, silently rubbing her pussy to climax so she could get back to her desk and concentrate on her work, which was impossible when imagining things she’d like to do with her daughters beyond merely masturbating.

As they continued watching the movie in between watching each other, their passions mounted. Each could feel the approaching orgasm that seemed ready to slam into them at any moment.

Tracy was the first to come. She had already had several smaller climaxes, but the one she’d been working on for what felt like all day now hit her with surprising force. She shivered, groaned, and spasmed as she came. She did her best to watch her daughters watching her come.

Then Kelli came, almost immediately on the heels of Tracy’s orgasm. Like her mother, she shook and trembled as the orgasm seized her, the moans seeming to come from deep inside her.

Kate was the last to come. She gasped as the orgasm took her, and she continued rubbing herself as it subsided, finally collapsing back onto the sofa, where she felt as though she had just bathed in her own sweat. She realized she would need another shower before going to bed.

As the three caught their breath, Tracy looked at the lovely girls she had given birth to, had nursed, had comforted their entire lives.

And now, she had enjoyed a special time with them that few mothers shared with their daughters.

She stood now and stopped the movie before putting it back in its case. Turning to her girls, she said, “I hope you don’t hold what just happened against me. I love you both and want you to feel secure in doing whatever you wish to yourselves without fear of getting in trouble and without any shame or embarrassment. Whenever you feel like doing this, you may, as long as nobody is around who might object to it. You can rest assured I will never object. All I ask is that you use a towel to sit on.”

With that, she turned and went into her bedroom, saying, “The movie will be where I said it will be” as she closed her bedroom door.

“Holy fuck,” Kelli said. “Is that cool, or what?”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Kate said. “Do you think she’d mind if she knew what we do together?”

“Actually, I doubt it. She seems to be okay with just about anything other than getting caught by someone who would mind.”

The girls gathered their towels and dropped them in the hamper on their way to their bedroom. They left their pajamas behind, never to be worn at home again.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy looked at the movie in her hand. She’d seen it in the DVD area of Walmart and decided to buy it on a whim. She could say it was entirely unplanned, a spur of the moment thing.

But that wouldn’t exactly be true.

She’d been considering this for weeks now, though she’d refused to believe her mind had actually gone there. Weeks? No, nearly two months. That was when she’d had the separate conversations with her two girls, Kelli, who was 14, and Kate, nearly 12. Those conversations had taken place after nearly a year of thinking about having them. It had taken that long because of the topic.

Masturbation.

Yes, she had finally taken the plunge, as they say, and discussed with each of them the most intimate thing a girl could do when alone. At first, she had convinced herself she wanted to talk to them about it so they wouldn’t feel as guilty as so many girls their age about what she considered a completely normal activity. Then, she had finally been forced to admit her most private thoughts to herself.

She had been turned on thinking about them touching themselves. Maybe turned on was too tame a phrase for how she felt. She’d burned in her own pussy at the images that would fleet, unbidden, into her mind while satisfying her own needs. She would find herself near orgasm, and the sudden picture would coalesce in her mind of her daughters lying in a bed together, their hands a blur of activity at their centers. In her mind’s eye she would see them joining her in her orgasm, which became more intense at the imagined sight that would strike with the suddeness of lightning.

Now, she was moving to the next phase of what she’d begun to call “Operation Group Masturbation.” It was a silly title, intended to make her laugh to better handle the lust that seemed to throb within her each time she thought of where she wanted her relationship with her daughters to go. They had each finally admitted — after a confession from their mother admitting to masturbating since childhood — to having experimented with bringing themselves sexual pleasure when alone.

She looked down at the movie in her hands. Eyes Wide Shut. She’d seen it before, of course, and knew exactly why she had bought it. There was plenty of sex in it. Certainly more than most mothers would expose their young daughters to. Just the memory of Nicole Kidman’s shapely ass and small boobs could cause her clit to stir. Her slit to moisten. The sexual tension that permeated the movie would almost certainly get her daughters to consider what they might do when they went to bed.

But Tracy had other plans. She intended for all of them to enjoy their own private touches right there in the family room while seated together. This, she hoped, would lead to the girls — and herself — feeling free to enjoy such touches whenever or wherever the urge occurred. She imagined a home where she would enter Kelli and Kate’s bedroom — they shared a room — to find them sprawled naked on their beds, unashamed and boldly rubbing their slits to orgasm. Or maybe she would come home from buying groceries and find them in the family room watching a movie and bringing themselves off.

They would look at her and invite her to join in. She would strip and sit between them…

Suddenly, the images were taking over once again, moving along a path that she had no real way to control. She saw her there with them, touching herself.

Tracy closed her eyes as the sensations seized her once again. The wetness. The warmth. The tingles.

Then opening her eyes, she realized she would have to stop the fantasy before it started, or else she would have to take care of matters right then and there. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm at that moment, she wanted to witness her daughters reach theirs even more. She knew she would have to maintain that edge of desire to go through with her plan.

Placing the DVD on the sofa table for later, she went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Her neighbor, Sandra Brisbane, would be arriving with Kelli and Kate at any moment. She and Sandra, who was Tracy’s age and an absolute knock-out, had girls who were part of the local YWCA swim team, and it had been Sandra’s turn to taxi the girls to and from practice.

As if on cue, Kelli and Kate walked through the door, followed by Sandra and her daughters, Laura and Emily, who were the same ages as Tracy’s own daughters.

“Hey, Mom! We’re home!” Kelli shouted as she entered, leading the entourage.

Tracy finished washing her hands and went into the family room where everyone was gathered.

Her heart nearly stopped when she entered the room. The girls were occupied with chatter about the upcoming swim meet. Sandra, however, was standing by the sofa table, looking down at the movie there. Tracy could almost see the wheels turning in Sandra’s head, wondering why Tracy had a movie like that out where it would be obvious that either she had been watching it earlier or intended to watch it later. It didn’t really bother her that Sandra knew, except that the real reason caused her embarrassment, as if Sandra could determine everything at the sight of this one sexy movie. It certainly didn’t fit with the Disney movies and teen comedies that stood innocently on the shelf near the TV. A quick glance at the movies there would clearly indicate that this one was the only movie that had what could only be described as hot sex in it, even if that sex was not of the porno variety. The few of those Tracy had were tucked neatly away in her closet for private use in her bedroom, thank goodness.

“Hey, girls!” Tracy said, managing to sound as if she wasn’t trying to still her quiet, and almost certainly unnecessary panic. The girls were still in their swimsuits, which clung wetly to their bodies, and Tracy felt her pussy warm at the sight of them. Laura and Emily were as pretty as Kelli and Kate. Tracy wished the girls were wearing their personal swimsuits, the ones they wore when swimming for fun and not for racing. The racing suits had enough padding in the tops to eliminate any nipple outlines. Their personal suits were thin cotton and had no such limitations.

“Mom!” Kate exclaimed. “I came in second in trials!”

“That’s wonderful!” Tracy said. “Who came in first?”

Kate glanced at Emily, who blushed. The girl’s shyness always made Tracy smile. “It was only by a half-second,” Emily said. “You’ll probably be beating my time by the meet.”

“How’d you other girls do?” Tracy asked.

“I came in third and Laura, fifth,” Kelli said, sounding resigned to her fate to always be good but not the best. “Lori Jacobs beat everyone, as usual. And this new girl, Corinne, came in second.”

“I had a bad turn after the first leg,” Laura said, as explanation for her poor showing.

“Well, you girls need to go get your showers,” Tracy said to her daughters. “Dinner should be ready when you’re done.”

The two girls said good-bye to Laura and Emily before rushing down the hallway to their room. The thought that they would soon be naked together in there crossed Tracy’s mind, but she pushed the image away.

“You girls go ahead on home,” Sandra said to her daughters. “I’ll be along in a second.”

The two girls said good-bye to Tracy and left to get their own showers. Tracy was aware that Sandra’s girls also shared a room, mostly out of necessity because their younger brother had the third bedroom, and once again, the unbidden image of two sexy, naked young girls came to mind. And as before, she pushed the image away. Her libido, it seemed was on overdrive with the plans she’d made, causing her to see sex in nearly everything and everyone.

When they were alone in the room, Sandra stepped over to the sofa table and, smiling suggestively, picked up the video case with one hand while pushing her shoulder-length, ebony hair behind one ear.

“I know you caught me looking at this. You know, you really should put it away after watching it,” Sandra joked. “The girls might get ideas.”

Blushing deeply, Tracy took the movie from her neighbor as if accepting the offer of a snack before slipping it behind the other movies on the nearby shelf as if trying to hide it.

Sandra continued as Tracy placed the movie out of sight. “Kelli already noticed it, which is why I saw it really. I think she might already have ideas of searching the house when she’s alone.” She smiled with good humor at her neighbor’s discomfort. They were close enough as friends that she knew she could tease Tracy about this.

“Well, then. I’ll have to find a better hiding place later,” Tracy said.

“Don’t feel bad. Ben is so preoccupied with his new position at the office, I’ve not had any in over two weeks. If not for my vibe, I’d be climbing the walls,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra. They were friends, yes, but they had never had such a frank discussion about sex before, much less a conversation about masturbation, which always seemed to be at the top of everyone’s list of forbidden topics.

A rush of embarrassment made Tracy laugh out loud, easing the slight tension that had built since she’d noticed Sandra checking out the movie.

“Hey, really. We all do it, right?” Sandra said. “I imagine even Kelli and Laura have tried it out at least.” Tracy just shrugged, feeling if she said anything she would reveal her motives for having the movie without meaning to. “Hell, I was doing it by the time I was their age, younger in fact.” Sandra thought for a moment. “I think I might have been Kate and Emily’s age when I had my first orgasm.”

Sandra looked at Tracy, her eyebrows raised in a question. “What about you?” she asked.

“Good lord!” Tracy said. “Why this topic all of a sudden? You horny?”

“It’s only natural, you know. I mean, I’m no lesbian or anything — Ben will attest to that — but it’s a natural occurrence when we encounter sex involving someone else that it, well, brings a physical reaction,” Sandra said.

At that moment either Kelli or Kate came out of their bedroom, which was beyond where the two women could see, and walked down the hallway of the small house and scampered into the bathroom for her shower. The two women waited until they heard the shower begin to run before they continued.

“So where did you learn that?” Tracy asked. At Sandra’s questioning look, Tracy said, “That encountering sex involving someone else brings a ‘physical reaction’ as you say.”

Sandra smiled. “From reading Ben’s girlie mags. There are tons of articles about sexual response in them.”

Tracy laughed. “So like most men, he says he gets them for the articles, but you actually read them?”

Sandra gave Tracy a sly smirk. “Hey, I appreciate the female form, too. It’s like what I was saying. The female form is just another suggestion of sex, and we all have a natural reaction to that. Are you telling me you don’t appreciate a pretty woman?”

“Of course I do,” Tracy said. “But you’re making it sound like –” She stopped, wondering if they should take the conversation where her comment would steer it.

“Like what?” Sandra asked.

“Well, like you, well, are — interested — in women. You know, as in… interested.”

“I don’t mind admitting to some experimentation in college, and even earlier. High school even.” She stopped. “Actually my first time with another girl was in seventh grade. Beth Conners.” She had actually been younger, and her first was not Beth, but Sandra didn’t want to go there with Tracy, at least not yet.

Tracy blushed. “What did you… do with each other at that age?”

“Mostly we just got ourselves off together. We’d talk about what guy we’d like to do it with or which Hollywood hunk. That would get us horny, and we’d do it. Eventually we figured out we could hump each other’s leg, like we were fucking, and get off. It was actually pretty innocent.” Again, there was more — much more — but the topic was too taboo to discuss right then. Sandra would have to know Tracy wouldn’t say anything about it before she would actually tell her.

Tracy couldn’t help herself. “What about later? What about high school? And college?”

“Well, things… progressed, shall we say.”

Tracy looked at her neighbor with open interest.

“Progressed to… what?”

“Let’s just say I found out my own pussy wasn’t the only one that tasted good.”

“Shit! You mean–?”

“Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra, whose eyebrows were slightly raised. Questioning. Offering?

“Um… yes… well…” Tracy stammered, not sure if she should take the conversation further to where Sandra was wanting to take it. Her sexy neighbor was obviously coming on to her, offering some naughty fun in the lonely afternoons.

“It beats being alone with a vibe,” Sandra said, clearly wanting Tracy to take her up on her offer. “Or your fingers,” she added when Tracy remained silent. Then after Tracy still didn’t respond, she said, “Or damn near anything else you can use when alone.”

Tracy stood, dumbfounded. Sandra leaned toward her. For a moment Tracy thought she was going to kiss her, and she realized suddenly that she would welcome it. Instead, she gave Tracy a quick hug and said into her ear. “I can tell you’re curious. If you ever decide to follow your curiosity, let me know. I’m right next door.”

It was all Tracy could do to refrain from pulling Sandra into a deep kiss. Only the thought of what might happen if one of her girls came out unannounced made her stop.

Stepping to the front door, Sandra turned and said, “It really is a lot of fun.” Then she sighed and said, “I hope my batteries aren’t dead” before exiting the room. As she passed Tracy’s family room window, Sandra waved at her, smiled, and went to her home next door.

Tracy stood there a moment, collecting her thoughts. Sandra was planning on masturbating that night. To thoughts of me? she wondered. Shaking herself mentally, she brought herself back to the here and now. Stepping to the case with the DVD’s she reached back to where she had placed the sexy movie and retrieved it. She had no intention of hiding it from her daughters’ view. In fact, she had counted on it to help move things along.

A half hour later, the pajama-clad girls had joined her for dinner, which they ate amid conversation about school and swimming. Tracy marveled at how the girls could have had a conversation about something so personal as masturbation with their mother just a short time ago and not bring up the topic again.

Once the meal was finished, the girls cleaned everything up while she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, she invited the girls into the family room to watch TV.

As they sat, Tracy said, “So what do you want to watch?”

The girls looked at each other, before Tracy noticed each of them glance quickly at the movie sitting on the sofa table as if inviting them to watch it.

“I don’t know,” Kelli offered, as if the movie weren’t there.

“Me neither,” Kate added, though it was almost comically obvious both girls wanted to watch what they considered the forbidden movie.

“Well,” Tracy began. “I have been thinking, and I thought it might be good to let you girls, well, grow up some in your viewing habits.”

The girls glanced at one another again, the obvious question in their eyes — ‘Is Mom going to let us watch that?’ — hanging there, meaning the movie that still sat like an invitation on the otherwise bare table. They said nothing, perhaps too frightened that speaking would break the spell and the erotic mood that was starting to cling to the very walls of the room.

“I bought a movie today,” Tracy began, doing her best to appear nonchalant. “I think you’ve both noticed it.”

Kelli looked at the movie on the table. “That one?” she asked, as if their mother brought home sexy movies for them to enjoy every day.

“Yes, that one,” Tracy said. “Are you familiar with it?” she asked.

“Isn’t that, um, I mean, well,” Kate began before plunging ahead at full speed. “Isn’t that a, well, adult kind of movie?”

“Yes, dear,” Tracy said. “That’s exactly what I meant when I said I felt you both should grow up some in your viewing habits.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “You see, after our talk a couple of months ago, I started thinking.” She cleared her throat again. “I started thinking about how you both had, well, admitted to me that you, well, did things.” She paused, hoping for recognition and a reply from one of them. When none came, she continued. “You know. Private… alone time things.”

“You mean–?” Kate said.

“Yes, dear. I’m talking about our conversation we had about masturbation.” She quickly kept talking, as if stopping would make speaking about the topic again impossible, which may well have been the case, she was so nervous about it. “I don’t know if either of you discussed our one-on-one talk with each other, but I think it best if everything were out in the open. After I openly admitted I had been pleasuring myself since I was perhaps ten years old, you each admitted to me that you had, well, at least experimented with masturbation. Since the two of you share a bedroom, I would imagine that you were already aware of the other’s, well, sexual habits in that area.” She looked at the girls. “Am I correct in that assumption?”

“You mean, have we seen each other doing it or talked about doing it?” Kelli asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Tracy responded, hoping the rest of the conversation would go well.

“What if we have?” Kate asked. “Are we in trouble or something?”

“Of course not!’ Tracy said, realizing why the girls were so reticent. “I would actually be very surprised, shocked even, if you were not totally aware of what each other did.”

“Well, um, okay. So we, uh, have, well, seen each other do it,” Kelli admitted. “Like you say, it’s kinda hard not to notice when you share a room like that.”

“Good, then!” Tracy said, as if this were the best news she’d heard all day, which in a way it was. “So, in an effort to, well, give you both some… material… to imagine when you’re alone,” she said before pausing, “or not alone as the case may be, I felt we could watch some movies with, um, adult themes.”

“You mean we’re really going to get to watch Eyes Wide Shut?” Kate asked, her eyes wide open with surprise.

“Yes, sweetie, we are,” Tracy said. “In fact, I’m going to let you know now that it will be in my bedroom after we’ve watched it in case you want to… borrow it when you’re, well, in the mood for some fun — either alone or… not.”

With that, Tracy rose from her spot on the sofa and took the DVD to the player. After inserting it and waiting for it to load, she pressed the button to start the movie playing.

While the FBI warning about copyright infringement came up, Kelli asked, “Where in your bedroom will it be?”

Tracy smiled at her daughter, “In my closet in the bottom drawer of my small three-drawer cabinet in the very back of the closet.” This was where she kept all her adult DVD’s, even the hard-core porno movies. She knew the first time either of them went looking for this movie, they would find her stash and know it was fine to watch them as well.

As the movie started, Tracy hoped this would go as well as she had planned.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

Time passed again as the family managed to enjoy the life they’d made for themselves. Laura and Amanda were inseparable. They weren’t identical, but nearly so, with dark hair and eyes. The biggest difference between them was that Laura was slightly taller and her nose a bit narrower. Other than that, most people would have considered them identical. MJ looked much like them, but his face was not as narrow. He had a much more masculine look.

By the time the triplets turned eight, they were very experienced in the ways of sex. They had technically lost their virginity to their brother when they were seven, though he was too small to actually tear their hymens. At eight he could not get them pregnant, of course, so nobody worried about that.

The two girls, though, were always doing something sexual, much like their older sisters. Susan and Karen loved to watch the little ones get involved with each other. By now, Karen was seventeen, and Susan was nineteen. Their bodies had matured into lovely young women. The constant activity and low-fat diet that surviving on the island required kept them in shape, with nearly no body fat at all. They frequently had sex with their siblings, as well as each other, and one night a week was what their mothers had termed “orgy night,” in which everyone would engage in sex with each other. It was all great fun.

The work and diet had likewise kept Beverly and Sharon in great shape. Beverly was now thirty-five, and Sharon was thirty-seven. Still, they had always looked younger than their age, and this held true now. Both women could easily have passed for thirty or thirty-one.

The two women often sat and watched their children making love. They especially enjoyed watching their older daughters with the two little girls. Susan and Karen would spend all day with them if they could, but chores had to be done. Many a night, either Sharon or Beverly would awaken to find anywhere from two to all four of the girls involved in sex. Daisy chains were their favorite form of fun.

One night, Laura woke Amanda, tapping her high up on her leg near her pussy. The eight-year-old girls whispered together and sneaked out of the hut where the family slept. They ventured to the water and sat on a bed of straw.

“I love you,” Laura said.

“I love you, too,” said Amanda. Her sister leaned in for a kiss, and their mouths met. They were happy with their lives. Sex was plentiful and satisfying, but most of all, they felt in love with each other. They were only eight, so a complete understanding of love was not yet fully developed, but they were as close to actually being in love as any eight-year-olds in the world.

The girls felt their hearts pound as they kissed. They could feel the familiar swelling of their small pussies, and the light coating of lubricating fluids seeping to the surface moistened their lower lips. They leaned back from their kiss and stared into each other’s dark eyes. The glow of the moon that shimmered off the water lit their faces. Their smiles encouraged the other, telling each other how much they loved and desired one another.

“Do you wanna sixty-nine?” Amanda asked.

“Later.”

“Then what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna marry you,” Laura said.

“I wanna marry you, too,” said Amanda.

“Then let’s do it,” Laura said, and stood up. “We can do it right here, right now.”

Amanda stood beside her sister and stared into the face that was so much like her own. It felt as if she were marrying herself. She loved Laura a thousand times more than she loved anyone else, including her moms, brother, and other sisters. Sure, she loved them, but it was nothing compared to how she felt about Laura. She adored the other members of her family.

But she was totally devoted to Laura. And she knew Laura was totally devoted to her.

“Amanda,” Laura said, taking her sister’s hands in her own, “I love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean as our witnesses, I take you for my wife.”

Amanda giggled when Laura was done, then said, “Laura, I also love and adore you, and with the moon and ocean and the sand and the stars and the trees and bushes as our witnesses, I take you for my wife, too.”

“Okay,” Laura said. “Now we’re married. We can’t ever marry anyone else. Deal?”

“Deal!” said Amanda and the girls kissed, their tongues exploring. Then they lay on the carpeting of straw and reached for each other’s sex. They began playing their fingers in the moist lips, tweaking clits and enjoying the moment.

“That was so cool!” This was hissed from nearby. Karen came out from the shadows and sat down beside her little sisters. “So you two are married now, huh?” she said.

“Karen! We wanted to be alone!” Laura said.

“I’m sorry. But the way you two sneaked out of the hut made me wonder where you were going and why it seemed to be such a secret. I had no idea you two wanted to marry each other. I think that’s great!”

“Well, now we want to be alone to enjoy our honeymoon!” said Amanda.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll leave. I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you two, that’s all.”

Karen stood up and started back toward the hut. Her sisters watched her go, but Laura started to feel bad. Karen had only wanted to congratulate them, after all.

“Karen!” she called, though not loud enough for anyone in the hut to hear.

“What?” Karen said, turning back to the girls.

“We’re sorry. If you wanna stay and watch, you can,” Laura said.

Karen grinned and returned to the bed of straw. “Okay!”

The girls turned back to each other, this time aware of their audience. All was still. They pulled each other into an embrace, and their hands began to explore the flesh they were so familiar with. Fingers massaged clits as the girls reached between their bodies and found the tiny buttons of pleasure. They continued to kiss, tongues wrestling each other playfully.

Soft sighs of pleasure could be heard above the gentle sounds of the nearly still surf. Tiny moans sprinkled the night air.

Karen couldn’t help herself, of course. Watching her sisters make love always caused her labia to swell and moisten. Now, she had a veritable flood leaking from her pussy. She’d noticed as she grew older that more and more wetness would spill from her vagina when she became excited and the need for an orgasm seemed to rule her world. Now, she watched Laura and Amanda on what the two little girls considered their wedding night.

The little ones began to hump each other’s leg before disengaging and moving into a position to lick the other’s pussy. Soon, they were in the classic sixty-nine position, faces buried in the other’s crotch as their tongues sought to bring an orgasm.

Karen began pushing two fingers of her right hand into her own pussy, while her left hand rubbed her stiff clit. Her right pinky finger managed to reach under and massage her butt hole, teasing the puckered rosebud as her first orgasm of the night approached. It wouldn’t be her first orgasm of the day, of course. Susan had made sure of that as the sun moved low in the sky. This promised to be a massive come, though. The only thing that could make it better was if either of her mothers or Susan were now licking her between her legs the way the two eight-year-olds were now doing to each other.

She supposed MJ could do it as well — he’d done it before — but she enjoyed her mothers or sisters much more. Sometimes, she felt sorry for her brother. Often, he had nothing but his own hands since the women and girls were so often involved with each other.

Laura and Amanda were getting close to their own orgasms. Their squeals and panting were evidence enough of that. Karen wanted to come with one of her baby sisters, maybe both of them if they came together themselves, which was something that happened a lot. She hoped it would occur this time, especially since this was the first time they’d made love since their cute, private marriage ceremony.

Mmmm… Mmmmm… MMMMMMMM!!” Laura squealed, her voice muffled by her sister’s pussy. Her hips began to buck as she came.

This triggered Amanda’s climax as well. A guttural series of grunts echoed from between Laura’s thighs as the orgasm hit her with force. The girls may have been only eight, but they were so experienced in orgasms, they enjoyed much more intense orgasms than most eight-year-olds.

Amanda felt her pussy throbbing as the climax seized her. She relished her first orgasm as Laura’s wife as wave after wave of tremors and shivers plunged through her body. She could feel Laura coming, her own body shaking with the intensity of the climax.

As soon as the little girls started coming, Karen’s body gave way to her own peak. She felt the jolts of the contractions caused by her orgasm cascade throughout her body, making her tremble and moan with lust. She could feel her clit spasming with each wave.

When their orgasms had subsided, Karen looked down at her sisters. The moonlight caressed the little girls’ bodies, and Karen noticed splotches of wetness on them. She had felt something she’d never felt before when she’d been reaching her orgasm, and it seemed to involve what she was seeing on her sisters’ bodies.

She reached down to touch the spots and her fingers came away with what felt like pussy juice on them. Lots of pussy juice. She knelt down and inspected these dollops of goo, and after sniffing them, determined it was pussy juice.

“Did you pee on us?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Karen answered, unsure what exactly she had done.

“Right when you were coming, I felt something splash on me, and I looked up at you. Your pussy was gushing. Are you sure it’s not pee?” Amanda said. She didn’t mind if her sister had peed on them, actually. She and Laura had played pee games before. She just wanted to know if that was what happened since Karen had never seemed interested in pee games herself.

Karen lifted a large drop of the moisture from Amanda’s hip with her finger and held it to Amanda’s nose. “Does it smell like pee?” she asked.

“No,” Amanda said.

“Let me smell,” Laura said, and leaned close to Karen’s hand. She sniffed. “It smells like your pussy,” she said.

“Pee smells different,” Amanda added.

“Did you pee pussy juice or something?” Laura asked.

“I’m not sure,” Karen said. “I don’t recall feeling anything like how it feels when I pee. I felt something sort of gushing from my pussy, though. It felt strange, as if I were peeing on my hand, but I wasn’t peeing.”

“Are you making this up?” Amanda asked.

“No! Honestly!” Karen insisted. “I have no idea what happened.” Then she giggled. “But it felt GREAT!”

She reached down again and took another smear of what looked and smelled like pussy juice onto her fingers and stuck it into her mouth. “Tastes like pussy juice, too.”

“Let me try it,” Amanda said, and Karen got more on her finger and fed it to Amanda, sticking her finger into her sister’s mouth. “Mmmm!” Amanda said. “It’s delicious!”

“Me too!” said Laura and soon she was savoring the taste of pussy juice that had apparently squirted from her older sister. Next, the girls all took turns licking the cream off each other, with Karen helping.

This, of course, led to another round of sex, with the three girls getting into a daisy chain. Karen’s pussy didn’t squirt her juices this time when she came, but it still felt wonderful.

They got up from the mat on the beach and went back into the hut when they’d finished making love.

“We’ll have to tell everyone about your little ceremony,” Karen said.

“Okay,” the girls said in unison and grinned at each other. The truth was they could hardly wait until everyone knew.

“And we need to ask about you squirting from your pussy, too,” Amanda said.

“Yes, I hope someone knows what happened.” Then she thought about it. “And I hope it happens again!”

The girls entered the hut silently and lay back down on their beds of straw. Soon, they were asleep.

Susan watched in silence as her sisters returned to bed. She’d awoken earlier and found returning to sleep difficult. Something seemed out of place, and then she realized what it was. Her sisters were not on their sleeping mats. Only she and her mothers were in the hut. Karen, Laura, and Amanda were not there.

She wondered where they were, but of course she knew. Something had roused them as well, and they had gone outside to take care of the itch that had certainly come upon them. They were outside somewhere, probably down at the shoreline on the mat they kept there for just such a purpose, making love.

Susan had arisen and stealthily left the hut, heading for the sex mat, as they liked to call it.

She froze before getting there, however. Karen was there in the darkness, silhouetted against the glow of moonlight that danced on the ocean’s calm surface. She was watching the two younger girls on the sex mat, one hand pressed against a palm tree to steady herself, and the other occupied at her own center.

Susan could also see her younger sisters on the sex mat. They were kissing and fondling each other, oblivious to being watched.

Then Karen moved toward them, apparently choosing to come out of hiding in an effort to join the two little ones in their lovemaking. Susan crept to where Karen had been and stood there, listening to the low moans and conversation that took place. What she heard delighted her and made her smile with love for her littlest sisters. They had apparently exchanged marriage vows. Susan thought how cute that was and continued to watch and listen.

Soon, the younger girls were back at each other, and Karen was watching, continuing to masturbate. Susan considered joining them, but decided against it. Instead, she satisfied herself and went back to the hut when it became apparent the girls were finished. She couldn’t hear the conversation that followed their orgasms anyway, their voices growing softer after the excitement had been quenched inside them.

A few minutes later, she saw them return to lie down on their mats and go to sleep. Susan brought herself off one more time to the memories of what she’d witnessed before finally going back to sleep herself.

The next morning, the two youngest girls wore impish smiles that said they had a secret to share. Susan knew what the secret was, of course, but she remained silent.

“We got something to tell everyone,” Laura began as they ate their breakfast of fruit and coconut, washing it down with fresh-squeezed orange juice from the nearby orange trees.

“What?” Beverly said.

“We got married last night!” exclaimed Amanda, unable to wait a second longer.

“Married?” said Sharon, smiling.

“Yeah,” Laura said. “We went out to the sex mat and said marriage vows. We’re married now, just like you and Mama Beverly.”

The women smiled at each other at how darling they considered this to be. The thought occurred to them that this marriage would not be recognized beyond their island, but they had long ago decided they would make their own laws here, such as how incest was not taboo or illegal. Of course, the girls were free to change their minds eventually, but the women did not think that would happen. It seemed natural they should be married.

“There is one other thing,” Karen said. “It’s not about the girls getting married to each other. It has to do with something else that happened last night.”

“What is it?” Beverly asked.

“Well, I saw the girls leave the hut and was wondering where they were going, so I followed them. I witnessed their little ceremony and watched as they began to make love.”

“That’s nice,” Beverly said, wondering what it was that Karen was going to tell them since this had to do with the marriage, which her daughter had said was not the topic.

“Well, I ended up joining them later.”

“I already knew that,” Susan confessed.

“You did?” Karen asked, momentarily pushed off her topic, or question, rather.

“Yeah. I woke up and saw you three were gone and went looking for you. I saw you watching them and kept watching after you joined them for sex.”

“And what did you do while you were watching us?” Amanda asked, giggling.

“I think you know,” Susan said, laughing with her.

“But what did you want to tell us?” Beverly asked Karen, curious about where her daughter had been going with her confession.

“Well, when the girls were having sex, I was playing with myself. Then something odd happened.”

“What?” Sharon asked, just as anxious as Beverly was that Karen get to the point.

“When I came, I… well… I sort of squirted pussy juice on them.”

“You squirted?” Beverly asked.

“Yeah, it was like I came and pussy juice sort of gushed out of me and on them.”

“It wasn’t pee, Mommy! Honest!” Laura said.

“No, I know it wasn’t,” Beverly said.

“What was it?” asked Karen. “It made me feel kind of strange that I did that.”

“You’re a squirter,” said Sharon.

“A squirter?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” Sharon said. “Some women can come so hard they squirt pussy juice out of their vaginas. Evidently, you’re lucky enough to come that hard.”

“Really?” Susan said. “You actually squirted stuff out of your pussy?”

“Wow!” Laura said. “You must have come really hard!”

“I did,” Karen said, grinning. Now instead of feeling strange, she felt special. None of the rest of them could climax like that.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Beverly said. “I’ve always wished I could orgasm like that.”

The family continued their breakfast, and Karen secretly planned to give a demonstration to the rest of the family later that day. She figured it would be a lot of fun for everyone.

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FINIS

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By Cheryl Taggert

“What is it, Mommy?!” Karen asked, nearly squirming with excitement. “Is it a girl?”

Beverly held the child up facing the girls for them to see. The girls stared at the baby, too numb from the knowledge of the baby’s sex to speak. Sharon’s first thought was that the baby wasn’t nearly as large as she’d thought it would be, but then something else took her attention as she stared at the baby.

“It’s a… a…” Susan said.

At that moment, Sharon let out a wail that frightened the girls and Beverly. A worried look passed over Beverly’s features. What’s happening?! she wondered.

Looking down, she nearly fainted at what she saw. “Oh, my God!” Beverly exclaimed. She was shocked to see the crown of another head poking from Sharon’s vagina.

She looked at the bewilderment and shocked pain in Sharon’s face. Stunned, Beverly struggled to find her voice and uttered, “It’s twins.”

Sharon felt as if everything came together with those words. No wonder she had felt so much larger than she’d been with Susan, and no wonder she felt as if she were under constant assault from the baby in different areas of her body. There had been two of them. Two babies the entire time.

She looked at Beverly, who was still standing there with the older twin facing them so she and the girls would know the sex. The baby was tiny, much smaller than most newborns. She saw the twin pillows of skin forming her newest daughter’s labia. She knew the girls would be thrilled, but now there was another baby coming out. Which would it be? Another sister, or a brother who could impregnate the girls, including Beverly, one day and allow their world to be complete.

Sharon found herself hoping for a boy. Certainly not for the sex, but because she wanted the girls to be able to experience this one day.

All of these thoughts raced through her mind like a bolt of lightning. It was time to push again, and she bent herself in half, or at least it felt as if she had done so. Pushing with what strength she had left, she felt first the head and then the rest of the baby’s body exit her birth canal.

She lay back, and this time she wasn’t surprised when Beverly said, “Oh my god! There’s a third one!”

Triplets? Beverly had handed the oldest of the babies to Susan to hold and cuddle while she cleaned off and patted the butt of the second child, causing the sharp intake of breath and the cry of life to fill the hut.

“Is it a boy?” Sharon asked, unable to hide the hope in her voice.

Beverly held the child up. The girls squealed with delight. “Another girl!” Karen said, excitement causing her to jump from her seat.

Beverly then turned her attention to the third baby, the one she prayed would be the last. It was amazing that Sharon had brought two babies to full term, and they appeared to be healthy but small. That she was now giving birth to the third baby seemed impossible, but there was the child’s head, crowning at the combination entrance to and exit from her body.

At the appropriate time, Sharon once again pushed with what strength she had left. The baby’s head burst into the world, followed by shoulders and body.

Beverly picked up the child and for the third time administered the life-giving smack to the baby’s butt. This time she announced the baby’s sex to them all as she noticed the dangling member at the baby’s center.

“It’s a boy!”

The girls groaned in unison, but Sharon and Beverly smiled.

“But we didn’t want a boy!” Susan whined.

“Well, honey, we can’t very well send him back,” Beverly said as she tended to the last part of childbirth, the delivery of the placentas, which had kept the babies nourished during their time in Sharon’s womb. As she did this, she talked to the girls. “I tell you what. Since with three babies, we’re going to need a lot of help, we’ll let the two of you deal with the girls for the time being. Sharon and I will deal with the boy.”

Sharon lay back, as exhausted as she’d ever been. Bringing one baby into the world was difficult enough. Giving birth to three was beyond what she thought she was capable of.

Sharon held the babies on her stomach for a while before allowing them to suckle from her breasts, which were nearly straining with the milk they carried. She prayed she would have enough for them. Beverly had said they could also give the babies coconut milk, which she knew was high in fat, something the babies would need, to help supplement their mother’s milk.

The babies took to breast feeding as if they’d done it before, which pleased Sharon immensely. Susan had not taken to it naturally, and she had worried that her oldest daughter would starve, but she finally learned how to get the nourishment she needed. The triplets, on the other hand, had no problems at all. Sharon was thankful for this.

Now that the babies had enjoyed their first meal, Sharon lay back and slept. Beverly and the girls took the infants outside and sat in the shade of a grove of palm trees. Beverly had tied off the umbilical cords with twine made from vines they had found and stripped into pieces for just this occasion.

“What’s this for?” Karen asked, indicating the twine.

“That’s to hold the cord closed until it heals. Then it will fall off and form their belly-buttons,” Beverly answered.

“Really?!” Karen said, looking down at her own navel. “You mean that’s where they come from?!”

Beverly laughed. “Yes, dear. That’s where they come from.”

Beverly watched and noticed both girls already toying with their sisters’ pussies, gently rubbing them. It appeared to calm the babies, who quickly fell asleep. When the boy became fussy, Beverly decided to try the same tactic the girls had used inadvertently to get their sisters to calm down and sleep. She began to fondle the penis, and soon the boy not only had a small erection, but he fell asleep.

Susan was looking down at her half sister, smiling. “I can’t wait to be able to put my lips on her pussy,” she said. Then she looked over at the tiny girl Karen was holding. “And hers, too,” she said.

“Yeah, that will be so nice,” Karen said. “We can teach them how to lick our pussies too.”

“Just don’t get too ahead of yourselves,” Beverly warned. “They’re still much too young to be able to ask you to stop if they don’t want you to do that.”

“Don’t worry,” Susan said. “We’ll wait, but it’s okay if they watch us, isn’t it?”

“I don’t see how that can be avoided,” Beverly said, “so, yes, they can watch us, as long as they want to, that is.”

The next day Sharon asked for help in naming the babies. “I haven’t decided what their names should be,” she said. “I was figuring we could choose the name of the baby together once we knew if it was a boy or girl. Then, I had triplets, so we are going to need two girl names and one boy name.”

Beverly and the girls looked at Sharon as she lay in her homemade bed of soft grasses and fronds. She had not slept that well the night before because she was the only one who could feed the babies. Still, she looked much better than she had immediately after giving birth to the babies.

“Can I name this one?” Susan asked, holding the oldest girl, which she had been responsible for since she had been born.

“Certainly,” Sharon said, “as long as you don’t choose something totally odd, like coconut or something.” The girls giggled at the joke.

“No, I want to name her Laura. Laura Sue.”

“That’s a wonderful name,” Sharon said, and Beverly and Karen agreed. “Sue wouldn’t be after you, would it?”

Susan grinned and blushed. “Maybe.”

Everyone looked at Karen. “Would you like to name your sister?” Sharon asked.

“Can I?” Karen was amazed that she would be allowed to do this.

“Certainly,” Sharon said.

“Then I want to name her Coconut!” she said, giggling, causing everyone else to break out in laughter.

Beverly said, “Very funny, Karen. Now, what would you like to name her, really?”

Karen thought for a moment. She looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. Her heart swelled with love at the sight, bringing unexpected tears to her eyes. “I want to name her Amanda Karen.”

Everyone agreed that Amanda Karen would be a wonderful name. Karen beamed.

“Now, what about the name for my son?” Sharon said. Looking pointedly at the two older girls, she said, “Your brother. Whether you like it or not.”

“You and Beverly choose,” Susan said, and Karen agreed.

“Yeah, we don’t want to name him.”

“Well, we will pick his first name, but the two of you must pick his second name.”

“How about you pick his first name, and Beverly pick the second name? Then you each get a part of naming him,” Susan said. “Karen and I got to pick both names for the baby girls.”

Sharon sighed. She’d been trying to get the girls more involved with the baby boy, but it hadn’t worked as she’d hoped. “Okay, fine,” she said.

Beverly spoke up. “But the two of you must decide which of his two names he will be called.”

Sharon smiled. She liked that idea. It would force the girls to have something to do with his name. “That’s a wonderful idea!” Then she thought for a moment. “I think his first name should be Michael.”

The girls squealed in spite of themselves. They liked the name, anyway.

Beverly thought for a moment, thinking of a name that would sound good with Michael. “I think that… James would be a good second name.”

“Michael James it is, then,” Sharon announced before looking at the two girls holding their sisters. “Now, shall we call him Michael or James?”

Susan and Karen leaned into each other. After a moment, it became apparent that the girls had a different opinion. Susan kept saying, “No, I think it should be Michael.”

Likewise, Karen would say, “No, he looks more like a James to me.”

Then Susan’s eyes brightened. “I know!” she said, her face lighting up with her eyes. She leaned in and whispered to Karen, who began to grin. They had apparently reached a decision.

Susan looked at the two women. Smiling she said, “We’ve decided! We will call him ‘MJ’ for Michael James!”

So it was decided. Susan began treating Laura as if the baby were hers, and Karen did the same with Amanda. The two women tended to MJ more than both of the girls combined.

Sharon had worried that she wouldn’t produce enough milk for all three babies, but she found that fear had been unfounded. She produced plenty for all of them, even with MJ taking in twice as much as his older sisters. Sharon discovered that she could feed her son from one breast while allowing her new daughters to feed from the other in turns. The biggest problem was dealing with the crying of one daughter waiting for her turn at mama’s breast while her sister and brother were fed. Sharon realized that it was best to allow the first girl to drink enough milk to be satisfied for a while, then allow the second daughter to drink about the same amount. Then she would switch girls again until the first daughter was full. After that, the second daughter would finish her meal. All of this switching back and forth would take place while MJ got his fill from the other breast.

Life on the island was good, and the children grew.

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For the next couple of years, the two women and their young daughters raised the babies. Susan did most of the raising of Laura, and Karen did most of the mothering for Amanda. As the babies grew, the girls would place them in a penned area with MJ and allow them to watch their sisters make love. Occasionally, one or the other of the girls would look over at the improvised play pen and give instructions to the babies, even long before they could understand what was being said.

“You have to concentrate on the clit eventually so you can give us and each other orgasms,” Susan would say.

Or Karen would look at them and say, “Our boobs are very sensitive too, so don’t ignore them. I love how Susan sucks my nipples, and your mommy has said she gets turned on whenever you suck milk from her titties.”

By the time of the triplets’ fourth birthday, they had absorbed quite a bit of information from watching their sisters or their moms making love, or sometimes witnessing an orgy with all four of them together.

Not only that, but caressing the babies’ genitals helped calm them, so the babies learned that sexual stimulation was both fun and relaxing. Their lives were ideal.

By the time they were four, the triplets were no longer confined to their play pen area, of course. That had long ago been discarded. The babies would play and watch while their sisters and mothers had sex. They seemed fascinated by masturbation early in their development, since that was something they realized they could do themselves, just as their sisters and mothers were doing.

In fact, Susan and Karen would masturbate nearly every day, sitting in front of their young siblings and rubbing their pussies. It didn’t take long until the babies were joining in. They obviously loved the feelings they could give themselves, even if they weren’t having orgasms yet.

That changed on the triplets’ fourth birthday.

“Okay, girls,” Sharon said that morning. “The triplets are old enough now to tell you what they want and don’t want, so we can now begin including them in our fun.”

Karen, who was now thirteen, and Susan, now fifteen, were ecstatic about this news. The girls had begun having periods, of course, and there were many complaints about cramps, but the thought of growing up was worth it to the girls. They had even begun considering that one day their brother would indeed get them pregnant.

They had also begun to realize that the most difficult part of their fun would be to make sure he didn’t get his two younger sisters pregnant. Of course, by then the girls would be old enough to make sure that didn’t happen.

To initiate the triplets into sex with their family, it was decided that Susan and Karen would teach Laura and Amanda, while Sharon and Beverly taught MJ. The older girls took their baby sisters off to an area near the shore to have sex with them for the first time. Sharon, Beverly, and MJ, it was decided, would watch, afterword initiating the boy into family sex.

Susan, Laura, Amanda, and Karen lay next to each other while the pulse of the waves washed the shore. The older girls had instructed the younger ones what would happen while everyone else watched, and the two younger girls were excited and eager to join in. They had already begun touching each other, in addition to having learned about masturbation. They had even licked each other’s pussies, partly out of curiosity about how it felt. They had certainly watched their mothers and sisters doing that and enjoying it like nothing else any of them did. They had felt their clits grow into tiny bumps of tender flesh. Now they would learn from the sisters who had raised them.

Susan leaned into her baby sister and kissed her, urging Laura’s mouth open with her tongue. Susan herself had kissed only three people like this in her life before now, and the feeling of a fresh pair of lips and the girl’s small tongue was enough to send tingles down to her most private places. She had kissed both Laura and Amanda before, but not in this manner, only with what had been barely more than pecks.

Karen turned to Amanda after Susan and Laura had started kissing and locked her own lips onto Amanda’s. Her tongue began to explore the inside of Amanda’s mouth and the child’s tongue. Amanda seemed to take to sexual kissing with the same ease as she had taken to sucking milk from her mother’s breast. The only thing was that both young girls’ lips were too tight, too stiff.

“Loosen your mouth some,” Karen said. “Just let your lips be like small pillows for mine. Move them around, but softly.”

“Yes,” Susan said to Laura. “Karen is giving Amanda good advice about kissing. Listen to her.”

The two little ones adjusted how they were pursing their lips, and eventually got the hang of it, turning their kisses into an invitation to their older sisters to move down their bodies and kiss even softer lips.

Susan and Karen were only too happy to comply.

They kissed their way down their sisters’ bodies until they reached the soft mounds that hid their most secret places. Already, the four-year-old girls were feeling the effects of what had been happening. They could each feel a mounting sensation of swelling in their labia, a sensitivity that they’d felt on a smaller scale.

They had felt the touch of each other’s mouth on their little pussies, but today, however, they would experience what a trained mouth could do to them.

Susan and Karen leaned into their baby sisters’ pussies and began to tongue the soft folds of flesh there, flipping the tips of their tongues against the tiny clits.

Laura raised her butt off the ground as sensations she’d never felt before rippled through her. An involuntary grunt came from Amanda as she felt these same tremors of stimulation. Each of the young girls had experienced slighter versions of this when they had touched themselves and each other, as well as when they had experimented with giving each other oral love.

This, however, was different. Although they had never heard a piano played before, had they heard a world-class pianist playing immediately after a child playing a simple tune, they would have immediately understood how experience makes the difference at times like these. Their own touches and kisses down there had felt good, but the same touches and kisses from someone who knows what is there and how to make it feel its best were immensely better.

Earlier that day, Susan and Karen had discussed their baby sisters’ first attempts at real sex with someone who knew how to make love — how to make another person reach a sexual climax — and they were intent on giving their sisters their first orgasms. They knew from experience that this would seal Laura’s and Amanda’s resolve to do this as often as possible.

The girls tongued their sisters’ pussies, concentrating on their tiny clits. They could feel their baby sisters trembling from the immensity of the sensations this activity caused. The two little ones were easily more sexually stimulated than they’d ever been before. Each of the small girls’ hips would jump and shake as their big sisters’ tongues rolled across their tender buds.

Instinctively, the older girls continued their lovemaking by placing a finger at their baby sisters’ rosebuds and massaging the tiny sphincter. They would allow their tongues to dive down the little girl slits to the entrance to their immature vaginas and return to the immensely sensitive clits of the little girls, lapping up the creases as deeply as their tongues could probe without causing the children any discomfort.

Both the young girls were now moaning and panting with their heretofore unrealized need to reach their sexual peaks. They weren’t sure what was about to happen, but their sisters had told them before they had begun this that whatever feelings happen, they should allow without any hesitation.

The three voyeurs were touching themselves as well while the young teenage girls worked to bring their young sisters to their first orgasms. MJ, too, was excited.

Soon, Laura began to squeal in earnest as she felt a wave of something she’d never known before start to crest inside her. The feelings centered in her mound and seemed to radiate outward from there like the waves that were rushing onto the shore near where she lay, her bronze body exposed to nature as it had always been.

Then the tide that had been building in the child since birth burst forth, enveloping the little girl in bliss and satisfaction. It was like needing a drink of water but not knowing how good the water would taste until it was in her mouth and washing down her throat.

Amanda noticed the change in the timbre of the moans coming from her sister. She could tell that whatever wonderful feelings had been overcoming their mothers’ and older sisters’ bodies had happened to Laura, causing a type of jealousy to mount in Amanda. She wanted that feeling too. She had known for quite some time that whatever the sensation was that had coursed through the bodies of the older girls and women, she wanted it badly.

She remembered something that Karen had told her before this first real time together. Karen had said to concentrate on the feelings, especially the tingling ones in her center. She had said to block everything else out and think about making those feelings last and get even better.

She did this, and the sudden difference was astounding to the child. She seemed to be able to feel every inch of her body and what was happening to it. She could feel the touch of Karen’s tongue along her slit, especially at the small nub of her clit, that tiny button of pleasure that she’d been told all girls have.

Then the feeling grew. It seemed to grow a thousand-fold. Spasms rocked her as the waves spread from her middle outward, only to continue to ripple like the water when a pebble is thrown into it would form small waves that seemed to grow from the starting point in ripple after ripple.

She, like Laura, fell in love with the sensations that were flooding her body. Things would never be the same again. She knew that this was the special feelings that her moms and sisters had talked about for as long as Amanda could remember.

She lay back with a sigh and suddenly wondered if her brother was capable of having those same sensations.

After the two young girls caught their breath, Susan and Karen told them it was their turn to lick their older sisters.

The two cherubs eagerly situated themselves between their older sisters’ legs and eyed the wet slit before them. They had looked forward to this as much as getting that special feeling.

Overwhelmed by the lust in the acts being performed before them, Beverly and Sharon had reached their own orgasms at the moment that Amanda had reached hers. MJ continued to play with himself.

Laura and Amanda watched as their sisters took the time to point out where their clits were, which was the same location as their own — right at the top where the two inner lips met to form what was known as the clitoral hood.

“You can explore anywhere you want in there, just make sure you don’t leave that place alone for too long,” Susan instructed.

“And be sure to play with our rosebuds just as Susan and I played with yours,” Karen added.

Then the two older girls lay back and allowed their baby sisters to perform cunnilingus on their older sisters for the first time. It would certainly not be the last time, however.

Susan and Karen felt the tongues tentatively touching their clits, which spasmed at the delicious contact. Each girl knew she would not take long to climax.

Soon, Laura and Amanda were licking their sisters’ cunts as if they’d been born to do it, and in a way they had. Susan’s and Karen’s mounds poured their fluids into the eager mouths of their baby sisters.

The mothers watched with mounting fascination as the two four-year-olds demonstrated how ready they had been to take this crucial step. Sharon and Beverly felt as though their cunts were literally dripping. When Beverly reached down to touch her slit, she had been shocked at the amount of moisture there. She realized that the idea that she was dripping had not been an exaggeration.

Within two minutes of the moment Laura and Amanda had first placed their tongues on their older sisters’ mounds, Susan and Karen had begun their orgasms.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UNH!” filled their ears. Guttural moans came from the two older girls as they reached their peaks almost simultaneously.

When they had finished and caught their breath, they pulled their baby sisters up to them and kissed them, continuing their explorations with their tongues as they tasted their own tangy juices on the mouths, tongues, and cheeks of the young girls.

Then they stood up on wobbly legs and led Laura and Amanda over to their mothers who also kissed the children in a way they never had before, savoring the moment and the newness of the situation.

Sharon and Beverly stood up, taking MJ by the hand, and the four girls sat down in their places.

They led their son to the place where the four girls had just finished making love and lay the boy down.

Twenty minutes later, he had experienced things he never had before, and the two women had taught him many things. They had each reached their peaks, MJ for the first time.

Life for the family was better than they ever thought possible when they had first arrived. Now, this island was their home, and they realized that even if they were found, they probably would not want to leave its shores.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Cheryl Taggert

Sharon looked down at her swollen belly. It seemed to be considerably larger than it had been when she was pregnant with Susan, even at the time of delivery, and she was only seven months along now. Of course, that observation was likely just her imagination. She’d probably been just this big then, but she relished the way she had resembled a beached whale back then because it kept that bastard, her husband, from wanting sex with her. Now, however, she felt like, well, a beached whale.

Beverly and the girls, of course, said she was beautiful, but she chalked that up to her daughter and her new family just being polite. She felt ugly all the time and couldn’t wait for this unplanned pregnancy to be over and done with. She was even thinking that the cramps of a menstrual cycle would be welcome.

As she sat on the beach watching the waves tumble over each other in their race to the shore, she thought back to the wedding she and Beverly had had. The girls had been so excited, and they had gathered as many flowers as they could for her and Beverly to put in their hair for the ceremony.

They had stood in front of what was then the nearly completed hut on a bright, cloudless day and spoken their vows to each other. They had been simple, mostly impromptu vows, considered but not memorized, since they’d had nothing with which to write and nothing to write them on if they’d had a writing instrument in the first place. But Sharon remembered what she’d said to Beverly, and clearly recalled what Beverly had said to her on that gorgeous day.

She had told Beverly that, although a man had impregnated her, she would forever consider Beverly the other parent of the child, even if they were rescued one day and returned to civilization. She told her that although their marriage was ‘legal’ only on their island, she would think of Beverly as her one and only true spouse.

Sharon had gone on in her vows to proclaim herself the stepmother of Karen, just as she would consider Beverly the stepmother to Susan. She vowed to love Karen as much as she loved Susan and treat her equally to her own daughter. When she’d finished her vows, everyone was crying, including the girls.

Beverly’s vows had likewise been a lifelong declaration of her love for Sharon and Susan, whom she would always consider her own daughter as well. Susan’s smile could have lit the world at those words.  Once their vows had been exchanged, the girls performed the final honor. The moment had been wonderful, listening to those childish voices saying, “We now pronounce you wife and wife” in unison.

Now, there would be another child to raise. She would have to be careful to keep the baby out of direct sunlight as much as possible while the child developed a tolerance of the sun.

During her second trimester, Sharon had been as horny as she’d ever been in her life. It seemed she could not get enough sex, could not have enough orgasms. They would be sitting around doing little or nothing, and she would announce, “I need an orgasm.” She would pull one or both of the girls over to satisfy her while she indulged her own desires for their young flesh. Often, Beverly would join in and they would have a small orgy.

Then there were times the girls would initiate the lovemaking. She might have been lying on the beach enjoying the fantasies that seemed to be her constant companion, especially as the new baby was concerned. She would imagine the child — always a girl — as three or four years old, her face planted between the baby’s thighs as she taught the girl about the pleasures that were available to her.

Then one of the girls would come up to her, lie down, and plant her face at her pussy. Those times were special, and she thought of them now as her hand crept along her bulging tummy to her downy slit.

As she lay back now, Susan saw that her mother was starting to rub herself. The child was always ready for sex, and this moment was no exception. She walked over to her mother and said, “Horny again?”

Sharon looked up into her daughter’s lustful gaze. “Mmm… yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

“Mommy?” the girl asked.

“Yes, hon?”

“What do you think about that makes you horny like this? It has to be something.”

“Actually, it’s several somethings,” she answered. “I guess it depends on where my mind wants to take me at that moment.”

“Where did it take you today?” her daughter asked, curious about her mother’s nearly constant state of arousal.

Sharon thought about whether or not she should confess to having sexual thoughts about the new baby before realizing it would become a reality soon, so she might as well let her daughter know of her plans.

“I was thinking of the baby.”

“Oh?” Susan said, surprised that her mother thought about that too.

“Yes,” Sharon said.

“Do you mean you think of the baby in a sexual way?”

Sharon’s clit was responding to the caresses, the fantasy she’d been having, and the conversation. “Yes, dear. I think about how if it’s a girl, how I want to lick her, but not until she’s old enough to be able to tell me she doesn’t want me to.”

“I think about that a lot too,” Susan confessed. “How old do you think she’ll have to be before she can say no?”

“I don’t know. I suppose it depends on the development of her brain. But I’ll know when it’s right.”

Susan leaned down to where her mother’s fingers were stimulating her clit and stuck out her tongue, joining the fingers in their massage. She paused for a moment and said, “I’ll never say I don’t want you to lick or touch me,” she said, and dived in for a feast of her mother’s juices.

“Good,” Sharon said, and managed to get Susan to turn about so the girl’s pussy was available for her mother to lick.

Beverly and Karen had been out collecting firewood, and upon their return they found Sharon and Susan in a sixty-nine. Both the mother and daughter were completely unaware of their audience.

Dropping the firewood, the two sat beside each other. Within less than a minute, Beverly had reached over and was massaging the hairless mound of her daughter, who was doing likewise to her mother’s pussy. They continued watching Sharon and Susan satisfying each other as their hands and fingers explored, giving pleasure that was both familiar and extraordinary.

Soon, Karen could stand it no more and stood up. She turned her butt to her mother, leaned over to expose her inner labia and clit to her mother’s gaze, spread her labia with her hand and said, “Lick me, Mommy. I’m about to come.”

Beverly leaned to the offered slit and buried her face there, tasting the delicious juices of her daughter’s snatch while pushing her nose into the child’s clean anus. The child reacted immediately, starting to grunt and push back against the welcome tongue.

“Yes, Mommy. Lick me like that. Ooh! That feels so good!” Karen said.

By this time, Sharon and Susan had reached their peaks and were now staring at the woman and child making love nearby.

Reaching up, Beverly spread the butt cheeks of her daughter and moved her tongue to the child’s rosebud, licking it and savoring the child’s reaction. Beverly felt the girl’s butt twitch and her legs spasm slightly as the joy of having her mother’s tongue there hit the child’s pleasure centers.

Karen could feel her clit spasming as well. Then, as her mommy was licking her butthole, Karen felt a thumb pressing into her little honeypot, rubbing the child’s small but sensitive clit.

Karen’s body clenched as the orgasm hit and began sweeping through her. Grunts of “Uh! Uh!” came from deep within the child as she was wracked with the erotic joy her mother could produce in her. She tumbled onto her face, and her mother’s face followed the girl’s butt to continue her oral stimulation of her daughter.

When Karen was able to think clearly again, she thought about how her mom knew exactly what buttons to push and when to push them to send her over the edge into the welcome abyss of sexual satisfaction. To her, nobody could make love to her the way her mother did. She wondered if there were any other young girls in the world who enjoyed their mothers the way she and Susan enjoyed theirs. She could no longer imagine a life without having sex with her mom. It was the very definition of bliss to the child.

As Karen’s orgasm subsided, Beverly felt another presence and looked up to find that Susan was now moving to lick her. Sharon, whose libido had grown insatiable lately, was standing there also. Beverly realized that while Sharon had developed a constant state of arousal, she could be satisfied with one big orgasm that would last her several hours.

Susan, however, was still as sexually stimulated as she’d been minutes before. Lying between her stepmother’s legs, she planted her mouth on the woman’s cunt and began to lick.

It took less than ten seconds for Beverly to begin to come. Her climax seized her and she screamed so loudly that some birds flew off from their perches in the surrounding forest.

After the sex, the four of them sat there, talking about the coming changes. Sharon was still nervous that they had no doctor, but she’d learned to live with the fear, maintaining control over it since there was nothing they could do about it at this point anyway.

Susan said, “Mom says when the baby is old enough to say ‘no’ we can start making love with her.”

“Wow!” Karen said. “That’ll be when she’s only about a year old, won’t it?”

“Well, saying the word isn’t enough,” Sharon said. “She has to understand what it means. She has to be able to know that saying ‘no’ means you stop what you’re doing.”

“You keep saying ‘she,'” Beverly said. “It could be a ‘he,’ you know.

“I know,” said Karen.

“If it’s a boy, he can one day get the two of you pregnant,” Sharon said.

The girls looked at her, their mouths open in surprise, but it wasn’t a good surprise, judging by their furrowed brows of disgust.

“But I read somewhere that a brother and sister can’t have a baby together,” Karen said.

“Well,” Beverly said, “first, you won’t be his sister, really, since you don’t share the same parents. But then you aren’t right anyway. A brother and sister can have a baby together, but studies show that when that happens, the baby can be born with defects.”

“I don’t want a baby with deflects,” Susan said.

“DeFECTS,” Sharon said, “not deFLECTS. Besides, you only share a mother with the baby, so I think it will be okay if the two of you have a baby. He could also get Beverly pregnant if she wants a baby. He’ll be able to father a child by the time he’s twelve or thirteen, and Beverly will still be young enough to have a baby if she wishes.”

“I don’t want a brother, and I ‘specially don’t want a baby,” Karen said.

“You’ll be surprised what you want in another twelve years or so,” Sharon said. “I felt the same way when I was your age about having a baby, but that’s only natural. Women feel differently as they get older.”

Karen thought about it for a moment. “When he’s twelve, I’ll be twenty-one. Does that mean I’d have to fuck a twelve-year-old boy to have a baby then?”

“If we’ve not been rescued by then, yes.”

“And if the baby’s a boy,” Beverly added.

“You’re the one who said it was a boy!” Karen said.

“No, I said it could be a boy. I have no idea what the baby will be.”

“I hope it’s a girl,” Karen said. “No boys allowed on the island!”

“Yeah!” Susan agreed. “I hope it’s a girl, too, because like Karen said, ‘NO BOYS ALLOWED!'”

The two women looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

“You’ll be surprised how much you’ll want a boy around if you decide one day you do want a baby,” Sharon said.

“Well, that’s not going to happen anyway, so there!” Karen said with finality. “Besides I don’t want to lick any boys’ thingies. I only want to lick girls’ pussies!”

“Yeah!” Susan said, and the girls stood up and moved away from the women to talk. Soon, they were engaged in kissing. This finally culminated with another sixty-nine, followed by vocal orgasms from both of them.

*******

Two months later, the cramps started. The pain came and went in nature’s rhythm. Sharon informed everyone that she thought the baby would be there later that day or that night. She still thought she was much larger than she was with Susan, but Beverly assured her she was exaggerating.

Sharon had been feeling the baby kick a lot in those final weeks. Sometimes the jolts seemed aimed at her ribs, and other times her kidneys seemed to be the target, while at other times, the baby seemed to be taking aim at them both at the same time. The child inside her seemed to be all arms and legs, which meant he or she was also all fists and feet.

She had awoken a few days before the cramping began to find that the lump of her belly had descended. She could feel the baby pressing against her bladder, causing her to feel the need to pee almost constantly. Yet, she felt as though the rest of her insides were being crowded out as well. She wondered just how big this baby would be and hoped she could push him or her out once the time came.

After the cramping turned into full-fledged labor pains, Sharon could no longer walk. She lay in the hut, windows open wide to allow the ocean breezes to cool the interior, her legs splayed. The plug had exited already, of course, and her water had broken. Susan and Karen had stared in amazement at the workings of a woman’s body as it did what it must to deliver a baby into the world.

Hours went by as Sharon went through the pain of childbirth. Beverly sat between her open legs, staring at the open vagina. Sharon’s opening had stretched quite a bit, and peering up into the canal, Beverly could see the crown of the baby’s head about six inches from the opening.

Sharon knew she needed to push soon to bring her child into the world, but she instinctively held off. The pain was nearly unbearable, but she also knew she could handle it as long as the baby was healthy.

Soon, the baby’s head had reached the opening to Sharon’s birth canal, and Beverly smiled at Sharon. Susan and Karen sat on each side of Sharon, holding her hands tightly.

“It’s time,” Beverly said. “You can push now.” She said this with such calm it surprised even her. She might as well have been saying to one of the girls, ‘it’s time to go to bed.’

Sharon tried to bend herself in half and push. The pain was excruciating, but necessary. She felt if the baby didn’t come soon, she would faint.

She felt a sudden easing at the opening of her vagina. “The head’s out!” Beverly said, not nearly so calmly as her earlier words. “One more push should do it!”

Sharon leaned over again and pushed with all her remaining strength and felt the child slither out into the world.

She lay back with a gasp as Beverly began administering to the newborn. They had fresh water there in a large container fashioned from a gourd, and she quickly rinsed the baby’s face off before lifting it by the ankles and lightly tapping the baby’s butt. There was a sudden intake of breath and a coughing sound as the baby gathered breath into its lungs for the first time. The baby began to cry, and the sound was like the world’s most beautiful music to the women.

As Beverly had held the baby in the air, its butt was pointed at Sharon and the girls, so they couldn’t see the genitals to see if it was a boy or girl.

The two girls were hopping in their seats with excitement to find out at long last if they had a sister or brother.

“What is it, Mommy?!” Karen asked, nearly squirming with excitement. “Is it a girl?”

Beverly held the child up facing the girls for them to see. The girls stared at the baby, too numb from the knowledge of the baby’s sex to speak. Sharon’s first thought was that the baby wasn’t nearly as large as she’d thought it would be, but then something else took her attention as she stared at the baby.

“It’s a… a…” Susan said.

At that moment, Sharon let out a wail that frightened the girls and Beverly. A worried look passed over Beverly’s features. What’s happening?! she wondered.

Looking down, she nearly fainted at what she saw. “Oh, my God!” Beverly exclaimed. She was shocked to see the crown of another head poking from Sharon’s vagina.

She looked at the bewilderment and shocked pain in Sharon’s face. Stunned, Beverly struggled to find her voice and uttered, “It’s twins.”

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Cheryl Taggert

Two more weeks went by, and life settled down to a routine of sorts. They would work in the morning, rest through the heat of the middle of the day, then do final chores in the late afternoon as the sun was setting. They were nearly finished building a hut from palm trees and other brush that had fallen over in a storm prior to their arrival — possibly the one they survived — and soon they would move into it.

Sharon was especially pleased with the way the hut was coming. The reason was she had begun to worry about something else entirely. She had spent some time with a man in San Francisco before she’d noticed her ex-husband and left for Australia. She had let him get her in bed. That had been nearly two months ago, and now she was late. She’d skipped a few periods in her life — they’d always been fairly irregular — but she’d never missed two of them in a row, and now she was overdue for the second one. That meant she’d last had a period over two months ago.

Not only that, but she was also waking in the morning and feeling queasy. She wondered what they would do if she were, in fact, pregnant. Nobody there had ever received any medical training, especially as it related to childbirth. She knew many women and babies died during delivery, and this preyed on her mind, troubling her to the extent that it was interfering with her sleep.

Beverly noticed Sharon was more tired than usual and approached her to find out what the problem was. She came to her during what they thought of as their siesta time during mid-day and asked her to take a walk with her.

Once they were out of earshot of the girls, who had already started kissing as a prelude to another bout of sex, Beverly said to Sharon, “Is something wrong? I’ve noticed you aren’t yourself lately and was wondering if there was anything I could do.”

Sharon heaved a deep sigh. She had known that eventually she would either start her period or have to talk to Beverly about this. And since her period was still absent….

“I’m late,” she said.

“Late?” Beverly asked, not understanding at first.

“My mensus,” was all Sharon could say. She felt she would burst into frightened tears at any second.

It suddenly occurred to Beverly she had endured two periods since their arrival, yet she hadn’t really noticed whether or not Sharon had gone through one. She was ashamed she hadn’t noticed.

“Do you think you’re ill?” Beverly asked, not even entertaining the idea that Sharon could be with child. After all, Sharon had not seen her ex-husband in a long time.

“No, not ill — at least not in that way.”

“Sharon, there’s no way you could be with child. You haven’t seen your ex-husband in a long time, and you even told me you would masturbate to avoid having sexual thoughts about him to avoid it.”

Sharon became cross with Beverly, her anger more the manifestation of her situation and worry than it was actually from being upset with her lover. “He’s not the only man in the world, Beverly!”

Only then did it occur to Beverly that of course, Sharon could have had sex with another  man. She herself had not even considered it after her husband’s death, so she had naturally thought that Sharon had been completely celibate after she’d left the monster she’d been married to, using only her hands for pleasure.

“Oh, Sharon, of course. I’m sorry. It just never occurred to me…. I mean, I never considered you might, well, have sex with someone else, but of course you would. You’re a healthy woman with natural desires, and you hadn’t, well, been forced into having sex with another woman yet. Oh, my, I’m so sorry.”

Sharon looked at Beverly and pulled her into a hug. “First, I’m sorry I became angry. It’s just that I’ve worried so much about this. And never think I’m being ‘forced’ into sex with a woman. I’m now wondering what I ever saw in a man, sexually. Our life is wonderful together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way — well, except for not being stranded on this island. And in addition to being late, I’ve been very queasy the past week when I woke.” She paused to look around the underbrush of the island, which was as wild as the sea itself. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do if I’m expecting. The baby would be born here in all likelihood. And there are no doctors, no hospital. We’d be on our own with this.”

“We’ve survived this far, haven’t we?” Beverly asked, hoping to cheer Sharon up and pulling her into another hug.

“But this is more than just a tummy ache. This is giving birth. To a real, live baby.”

“What became of that woman who is such a survivalist?” Beverly asked.

“She never had to survive childbirth without the benefits of a doctor, or at least a trained mid-wife.”

“Women have been having babies for centuries without either of them. We’ll manage just fine.”

“What if it’s breached? We don’t know what to do about that!” Sharon said. “Susan was a breached baby. It was such a difficult delivery.”

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. You’ll probably start your period tomorrow, and this will all be worrying for no reason.”

“No, I know I’m pregnant. I just know it. I’m never late the second month after skipping a period, and I had this same nausea when I was first expecting Susan.”

“If you are, we’ll get you through this, and a year from now we’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”

They returned to what they now considered home and found Karen and Susan locked in a sixty-nine. The women were not in the mood, but they enjoyed watching their daughters engaging in sex in what had become a daily event. After the girls climaxed, they lay back and caught their breath and cooled down.

The following week Sharon had started throwing up in the mornings. She had still not started her period, and she had begun to accept that she would be giving birth in another seven months or so. She wasn’t sure if she wanted a boy or girl, and the gender wasn’t that important anyway. She just wanted him or her to be healthy. Still, she could see an advantage to either sex. First, if it were a girl, then the girl-girl sex would just naturally continue when the baby was old enough to take part in the fun. Then again, if it were a boy, he could get Karen pregnant one day to continue the lineage of the two families. And because either gender would have its advantages, she decided not to worry about it at all. Like the pregnancy itself, it would work itself out.

But she did worry. Not about the gender but about the delivery. Beverly had said it would be fine, but what if something bad happened? Something bad was always happening to women in childbirth. They were in a modern age. The Industrial Revolution had brought along so many advantages to their lives in the mid-1800’s, and they had enjoyed those advantages in the world of San Francisco. But here on this island, life was different. They had only themselves to depend upon.

She was making herself sicker from the constant worry. Dark circles were starting to show beneath her eyes. Beverly noticed this and resolved to do something about it. Sharon, in her fatigue caused by the pregnancy, slept more than the others. When Susan asked Beverly what was wrong with her mom during one of Sharon’s naps, the woman decided it was time to tell the girls and see if they could do something to alleviate Sharon’s sense of doom, if not eradicate it entirely.

Beverly looked into the worried face of Susan and said, “Well, I suppose it’s time you both knew.”

“Knew what?” Susan asked, starting to cry as every possible thing that she’d worried might be wrong with her mother burst into reality in her mind.

“Come over here so we don’t wake her,” Beverly said, herding the girls into the underbrush a short distance from the unfinished hut.

“What is it, Mommy?” Karen asked, tears sprouting from her own beautiful eyes. “Is Sharon dying?”

“No, of course not!” Beverly answered, hoping she was right. Despite her assurances to Sharon, she was aware of what could happen during childbirth. Her own aunt had died giving birth to her second child. “She’s, well, she’s with child.”

Karen was instantly excited. “She’s going to have a baby!?” Her wet eyes now shown with glee in the glare of the sun.

Susan was much less enthused. Being older, she understood her mother’s predicament better than Karen did. “But… she could… die, couldn’t she?” she asked, a permanent sort of panic starting to set in.

“She’s not going to die,” Beverly said, doing her best to soothe the girl’s fears. “Women have babies all the time. After all, every person you’ve ever seen went through childbirth, and some mothers have a dozen babies or more during their lives.”

“But that’s with doctors. We don’t have doctors,” Susan said.

“No, we don’t, but I’ve helped with a birth before,” Beverly lied. She had no idea how to go about helping a woman give birth, but since she’d done it herself and had been conscious throughout, she felt she at least knew something about it. All the woman knew was that if she was going to cheer Sharon up, she had to have the girls’ confidence that all would turn out splendidly for them all, especially Sharon. A small lie was necessary as far as Beverly could tell.

“You have?” Susan asked, obviously cheered somewhat by this news.

“Yes, I have,” Beverly answered. Then to at least add a small part of truth to her lie, she said, “And after all, I’ve been through one birth myself, bringing this one into the world.” She gestured to Karen and smiled a smile she wasn’t feeling but hoped looked as though she were. Karen smiled in return, her excitement returning.

“You’re sure she’ll be okay?” Susan asked.

“Positive! And after all, she brought you into this world too, so she’s no novice either.”

“What’s a novice?” Karen asked.

“Someone who’s never done something before.”

“Oh,” she said. Then looking at Susan, she giggled and said, “You came out of her pussy!”

“Well, you came out of your mom’s pussy, too, you know!” Susan said, smiling.

Beverly relaxed a bit, feeling that hurdle was over now.

“Yes, you both came out of pussies, and so did Sharon and I. So, because it happens so frequently, we shouldn’t worry about it unless something happens that makes us worry. Until then, we’re going to be happy about this new baby brother or sister.”

Susan was suddenly shocked at this idea. “Brother? But I don’t want a brother! He’ll be walking around all day with his thingy hanging out!”

Karen’s eyes widened at this as well. “Yes, Mommy. We don’t want a brother! I don’t wanna have to look at his thingy every day!”

Beverly decided she would have to be truthful about this. She would have to get the girls to at least accept the idea of a brother should the baby be a boy. Otherwise, they would never accept him once he was born.

“Well, we have no control over that. And I will tell you right now that, boy or girl, we will love this baby completely. That’s nature’s way. You’ll be very surprised how much you will love the baby, no matter which sex it is.”

“Well, I want her to decide to be a girl!” Karen said.

“It’s not the baby’s decision or ours,” said Beverly. “It’s nature’s decision, and nature always knows what’s best. So whatever sex the baby is, we will know it was the best choice for that baby — and for us.”

“Okay,” said Karen, though her voice was dripping with reluctance.

Beverly looked at the girls, making sure she had their attention. “Now, girls, we have a job to do.”

“What job?” Karen asked.

“We need to make sure Sharon’s life is simpler from now on until she has the baby. We can’t worry her, because all mother’s worry about their babies. It’s another thing that is part of nature. We never stop worrying about them, in fact.”

“You mean you still worry about me?” Karen asked.

“Yes, my love, I do. And Sharon worries about Susan, and she especially worries about the new baby. As I said, it’s nature’s way.”

“So how do we help?” asked Susan, getting more involved with the imminent birth.

“We must work to cheer your mother up,” Beverly said.

“Well,” she said, pausing to build some suspense. “I was thinking about a… wedding!

“A wedding?” Karen asked. “But there’s no daddy for a wedding!”

“That’s what’s special about this one. This wedding will be uniting two women instead,” Beverly said.

“Can two women get married?” Susan asked.

“They can here,” Beverly said. “This is our island, and we can make whatever rules we want, right? I mean, we already allow everyone to go naked and have sex whenever they want as long as the chores are done, don’t we?” The girls nodded, enthusiasm growing in their faces. “That never happened in San Francisco, did it?” Beverly continued.

“No,” the girls said in unison.

“So since this is our own private island nation, we can make the laws. And our law says two women can get married.”

“Will it be you and my mom getting married?” Susan asked.

“Yes, it will.”

“Does she know?” said Karen.

“Not yet, but I think she’ll like the idea,” Beverly said, hoping she was right.

Susan smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. “Will you have a wedding night?” she asked, her meaning obvious.

“Certainly!” Beverly said, her own enthusiasm growing.

“And we can watch?” Karen asked, excited.

“You can do even more than that! You can join in!” Beverly said, and the girls were jumping up and down in complete joy.

Susan looked into Beverly eyes. “Is it okay if we practice for it now?”

“Sure,” Beverly said. “As long as you don’t wake your mom from her nap. Women in her condition need more sleep than the rest of us.”

At that, Susan jumped at Beverly and wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. She kissed the soft flesh of Beverly’s tummy above her mound.

“So lie down!” the girl said, pushing on the woman to get her to lie on the small spot of sand so she could begin doing whatever she wanted to her.

When Beverly had lain on the soft bed of sand, Susan moved between her thighs, crawling up to where she could make love to the woman’s pussy.

Karen, meanwhile, had straddled her mother’s head and knelt there, wanting her mother to lick her bald pussy. The child was facing her mother’s pussy so she could watch Susan as the girl began touching and licking her mom’s pussy.

Beverly felt Susan’s mouth approaching her sensitive flesh. Her clit seemed to be straining for the contact as the child’s mouth came nearer. Susan’s breath was teasing the woman’s genitals, causing Beverly’s mound to anticipate the luscious bath Susan’s tongue would give it.

Meanwhile, Karen lowered her own bald mound to her mother’s mouth. As Beverly’s lips and tongue met the child’s clit, the girl hissed a moan of pleasure.

Beverly could see her daughter’s rosebud was clean as well and made sure her tongue traveled up to the tiny opening to bathe the tender spot. Karen made an ‘uhh’ sound as her mother moved her mouth to the girl’s butthole.

Through her own explorations, as well as Susan’s help, Karen had discovered how sensitive that spot could be. She recalled the first time Susan had touched her there with a wet finger to caress her friend’s private spot. She had been quite surprised at how nice the feeling was. Now, she especially enjoyed when her mom, Susan, or Sharon used their tongue there. It made her orgasms that much more intense.

Meanwhile, Susan used her fingers to spread Beverly’s mature outer cunt lips. Looking into the woman’s pussy, she could see the juices that thickly coated the delicate interior wings. A pool of Beverly’s honey sat at the entrance to her vagina, ready to be smeared throughout the woman’s mound or drip down to her butthole to coat it with nectar.

Susan decided there was a third choice. Leaning closer, she dipped her tongue into the tiny pool of milky wetness and scooped it into her mouth, which was watering for a taste of Beverly’s fluids. She allowed the creamy juices to coat the inside of her mouth then used her tongue like a fleshy spoon again to bring more of nature’s lubricant into her mouth. She swallowed the cream as though she were a starving kitten.

Then placing her mouth on Beverly’s slit, she began massaging the woman’s labia and clit with her tongue, doing her best to give her friend’s mother a magnificent orgasm.

Susan’s attentions made Beverly all the more determined to bring her daughter to climax. She redoubled her efforts, moving her tongue like a tiny switch, batting at her daughter’s clit and making the child whimper with the need to come. Karen’s mother moved her tongue back and forth on the small nubbin of hypersensitive flesh before bathing the child’s rosebud for a few seconds, whereupon she would return to little girl’s clit to start her manipulations once again.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from nearby.

“Well, what have we here?” Sharon had awakened to find no sign of Beverly and the girls, so she had come in search of them. She hadn’t needed to walk far to find the three in the middle of making love.

Beverly turned her gaze in the direction of the voice, but all she could see was her daughter’s cute little butt wiggling on her face. “Hi, Sharon,” she heard her daughter say, nearly breathless with the intensity of the approaching orgasm. “Mom’s licking… my pussy and… and my butt.” The girl hissed once again as the intense pleasure sliced through her once more.

“Is there a place I can join in?” Sharon asked, feeling more sexually aroused than she’s felt in weeks.

Susan stopped drinking from Beverly’s pussy long enough to say, “Lie down where Karen can lick you and I’ll move to where you can lick me while I lick Beverly.”

Looking over the sexy pile, Sharon decided the best thing would be to lie alongside Beverly’s legs where she could get to her daughter’s pussy, allowing Karen to lean over and lick her. Soon, each of them was licking someone while being licked as they formed a rather oddly shaped chain of sexual enjoyment.

Karen began to come first. The others heard  the child’s staccato moans rising in volume and intensity. She began to grunt out the orgasm that now had taken over her entire body. Beverly came next, her own moans joining the symphony of pleasure begun by her daughter. Soon after Beverly’s climax had crested, Susan started her own orgasm.

The only one who had not enjoyed a come yet was Sharon. The two girls and Beverly moved her so that she was lying on her back. The girls started with sucking and kissing Sharon’s breasts, and Beverly began licking the pregnant woman’s pussy. Then Susan was tapping Beverly on the shoulder, indicating it was her turn to lick her mom. Beverly moved to the tit that Susan had been suckling and continued giving her lover pleasure there.

Soon, Karen moved to Sharon’s pussy and tapped Susan, indicating it was now the youngest girl’s turn to lick Sharon’s soaked pussy. They continued this round-robin method of making love to Sharon until she climaxed intensely. Beverly was the one engaged at Sharon’s pussy when she came. The orgasm rippled throughout Sharon’s body.

Afterwards, they lay beside each other, each mother cuddling her daughter as they all basked in the afterglow of their peaks.

“We know, Mommy,” Susan said.

Sharon looked into her daughter’s eyes. “You’re okay with that?” she asked. “You don’t mind a younger brother or sister?”

“Well, I prefer a younger sister, but I guess if it has to be a brother, that’s okay too,” Susan said.

“There’s not much we can do about the gender of the baby,” Sharon said.

“Not much?” Beverly asked. “How about not anything?”

They all laughed at that.

“If it’s a girl, can we teach her about her pussy?” Karen asked.

“Of course,” Sharon said, “but we should wait until the baby has a chance to understand what we do is up to him or her first. The baby should be at least four before that can happen.”

“Oh, okay,” Karen said, obviously disappointed they would have to wait that long. “But I hope it’s a girl so we have another pussy to lick.”

“Me, too!” Susan said.

The women began kissing their daughters, passion building once again.

Soon they were making love again. This time they paired in a mother-daughter orgy. It wasn’t until hunger took them that they stopped, but by then they were all satisfied. And everyone, including Sharon, slept well that night. In fact, it was the first time Sharon didn’t worry about being pregnant. In fact, she found she was starting to like the idea of another child in their little family.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Cheryl Taggert

NOTE:  The following early story of mine was originally published at the now-defunct Sisters in Love website. I was given my own author page at that site by the SiL owner, and that was where many of my stories had resided, even those published elsewhere, such as at Nifty and Lesbian Lolita.

As many of you know, the owner of the SiL site eventually found religion and abandoned the site, putting in its place an exhortation to find God. I suppose this fact is evidence of how much religion can change a person. She had been consumed with fantasies about sisters having sex together since she was a teenager and watched two sisters kissing, or at least that was the story she told me, and I had, nor do I have, any reason to doubt her.

To my knowledge, this is the only story I published at SiL that did not appear anywhere else, and since I had kept no personal archives, I considered it lost in cyberspace forever. Then we discovered that someone out there had made electronic copies of the stories prior to the site’s dismantling. This led to our Other Sites archive, and JetBoy explained in a recent blog article how that developed. This story, however, is being published once again at the main Juicy Secrets site because, after all, I am both the author of this piece and part-owner of this website.

There was an original foreword to this story at the SiL site, but I won’t place it here since if you are reading this, you know what kind of imagination I have, along with the topic of my favorite fantasies. I spent most of that foreword defending the subject matter that permeates my stories. However, I did laugh at one thing: I used a pseudonym for Lisa’s sister, Rachel, since back then she had not given me permission to use her real name, not to mention she was still under eighteen at that time. As I’ve said – times, they do change!

So, here is the newly polished, long-lost story, which I have re-titled in honor of the dead website to pay homage to what once was a very stimulating repository for wonderful, lesbian-themed, incest-related erotica. And no, I did not know Lisa when I was sixteen years old. This entire story is pure fiction.

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It is true that I am a lesbian. I admitted it long ago and recently found myself wondering what it would be like to enjoy sex with those whom I loved the most, my younger sisters, especially Tammy, the older of the two. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and had experienced touching and mutual masturbation with a friend, Lisa, that I found out how wonderful such an existence could be.

I was intrigued by the possibilities with my sisters, but a bit disconcerted by the label that surely accompanied such an act. Incest. It was such a taboo word. Ugly. Like rape or abuse and, in certain circles, lesbianism. But somehow these words just didn’t fit my image of what occupied my mind regarding my sisters. For one thing, I wasn’t wanting to control anyone or force anyone to do anything. Nor was I feeling that anything I could do would be categorized as abusive. My sisters, Tammy and Jenny, were very close to me. We had always been close, and even when I wanted to, I couldn’t control them or get them to do anything they didn’t want to do. In fact Jenny, the youngest, was the most stubborn of the three of us. So the very idea that I could “abuse” them was ridiculous. We loved each other. As it turns out, we loved each other in a way most people would find distasteful at best. But we are happy.

Trust me. If we ever did have any kind of erotic play, it wouldn’t be abusive. Loving, yes. Abusive? No way.

Perhaps I should explain how it came to be that we developed from loving sisters to LOVING sisters.

It was about ten years ago that it happened, when I was sixteen. I had been thinking these thoughts for a couple of months when the fantasy became a reality. And as it happened, I was not the one to begin the seduction. It was Tammy and Jenny who made the first moves. Since I am the oldest, how could that be abusive?

It all began when I was taking a bath and Tammy, who was fourteen at the time, entered the bathroom the three of us shared.

I was lying in the tub, enjoying the down time and the thoughts that were strolling through my mind. It wasn’t that I was horny exactly. I was just feeling, well, erotic. The warm water enveloped my body as I began to remember the time with my friend Lisa the night before. She had spent the night with me and we had fooled around, fingering each other and moving on to hump each other’s leg to orgasm, our usual method of mutual masturbation, but nothing more. Never anything more, it seemed. I was lying there in the water and wondering what it would be like to taste a girl. At that fateful moment, Tammy entered the bathroom. She needed to pee and couldn’t wait. Since we all three shared the one bathroom, I was used to this intrusion. Dropping her shorts and panties, Tammy sat on the toilet and began to talk while the sound of her pee splashed against the side of the bowl.

“Is Lisa gone home?” she asked.

“Yeah. She left about fifteen minutes ago. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she said, smiling slyly. I was immediately suspicious. I had seen that smile before. It meant Tammy knew something she wasn’t willing to tell, at least not without prodding. At fourteen, she could be a pest that way.

“What does that mean?” I asked, soaping my boobs. I noticed her eyes watching the movement of my bare hands as they soaped my larger titties.

“Oh, nothing,” said Tammy. The smile was still there, and as her older sister I worried that she may have something on me. Usually, when she said, “Oh, nothing,” she actually meant, “really something.”

“What do you know that you aren’t saying?”

“Oh, let’s just say I peeked into your room last night, and you weren’t exactly sleeping.”

It was obvious. She had seen me and Lisa together. There was obviously no reason to try to deny what had happened, her look said it all. I was caught.

“Are you going to tell?” I asked, suddenly afraid that she was setting up blackmail of her older sister.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

My little sister, true to form, was being enigmatic. I persisted.

“And what is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Well, it depends.”

“On what?” I asked, expecting something like I have to clean her room or do some other chores normally reserved for her.

“On if you’ll tell me about it or not.”

Now I understood. Tammy was curious and perhaps wanted to try it. I was not surprised really. She is, after all, my sister, and I was the girl incapable of going a day without a thousand sexual thoughts.

“Is that all? You just want me to tell you about it?”

“Well…. yeah.” She was hesitant to admit she was wanting to try it, but she was always the transparent sister. She couldn’t hide her thoughts if her life depended on it.

I realized she was still sitting on the toilet with her panties down below her knees. Her legs were spread, and I could see her downy slit, covered in her sparse, almost invisible, light blond hair. I looked up and noticed that her little nipples were beginning to show themselves through her cotton tee-shirt since she wasn’t wearing a bra. My God, she’s horny, I thought to myself. I felt myself getting warmer… everywhere.

“Well,” I began. “If I do tell you, you have to promise never to tell.”

At this point she would have promised anything. “Okay, I won’t tell Mom or Dad. I promise.”

I realized the omission. “What about Jenny? You can’t tell her either.”

“Too late. She saw you and Lisa too.” Her smile was enough to make me realize I’d been had.

Now I WAS nervous. Jenny, being only twelve at the time, would be harder to convince not to tattle. It occurred to me she may have already done so. Tammy read my thoughts. “She hasn’t told. I convinced her not to.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I told her I’d get you to tell us all about it.”

This was new. “US?”

“Yeah. If you’ll include her in your little story time, she won’t tell either.”

I was suddenly getting very horny despite my nervousness. This was sort of my own fantasy coming true. My sisters seemed to be willing to become involved in my sexual life. Could this be leading to even more? I was curious to discover if it would. I didn’t want to “seduce” my sisters, but they seemed to be trying to seduce me. I swallowed hard and felt the lump in my throat subside just a bit.

“Where is she?”

“In our room. She’s waiting to hear from me.”

“Are Mom and Dad gone yet?” My parents had been getting ready for work when I had started my bath. We were home for the summer vacation.

“Yes,” said my younger sister, grinning in the knowledge that she and Jenny had succeeded in their little “plan” for hearing how I got started with girl-girl sex. The house was ours since we were alone.

I made my decision. Not a difficult one to be sure, and I understood that it had been made the moment she had asked me to tell them about my night with Lisa. “Call her.”

“Jenny!” Tammy called out.

“Yeah?” we heard Jenny answer.

“Get your ass in here! She’s gonna tell us.”

I warmed the bath with more hot water while we waited for little Jenny to enter our mutual bathroom as well as what would become our mutual secret.

“Really?” Jenny asked when she had entered. She looked over at Tammy sitting on the toilet with her panties down around her ankles then at me in the bath. She had seen both of us naked before, plenty of times really, but there was something decidedly different about the way she was looking at us now. It was the same way Tammy had been looking at me since she had entered the bathroom. Now I realized what that difference was. They were both horny and were noticing me for the first time… noticing me sexually. I could feel the moisture between my legs increase. This could definitely be fun, I decided.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. “Okay. I will tell you everything, but ONLY if you don’t tell Mom or Dad — EVER!!!”

Jenny grinned. There was excitement in her eyes. “I promise.”

“First, tell me how you caught me.”

Tammy responded, telling how it happened that my most private moments were discovered. “I heard some moaning when I went past the door to your bedroom. I knew right away what was happening. I listened at the door for a couple of minutes and finally eased it open just a crack. By that time Jenny had seen what I was doing and had joined me. We watched you two humping each other. We saw you shudder really hard, and I took Jenny back to our room and explained that you had had an orgasm. She knows what they are, but she hasn’t had one yet.”

“Are you sure Mom and Dad didn’t notice what was happening?” I was still nervous that they might know something, especially since my sisters had caught me so easily. How difficult would it be for my parents to have heard?

“No. They were already in bed. I think they were fucking in fact,” said Jenny, a gleam in her eye at her use of the forbidden word.

I looked at my sisters. Both of them were staring at me, waiting for the details. Jenny was still in her pj’s.

Tammy was still in a tee shirt and her panties. Well barely, since those were gathered in a heap around her ankles.

“Okay, Lisa and I have been lovers for a couple of months now. We were talking about sex one night and Lisa asked if I ever masturbated when I was horny. We both admitted we did. Then the next thing you know, we were masturbating ourselves. No touching of each other at first. Just doing ourselves. Soon, one of her hands eased over and touched my thigh, up near my pussy. The feeling was fantastic. It was so different from touching myself. Even though she was just touching my leg, the touch was electric. I enjoyed that feeling, and decided she probably wouldn’t mind if I touched her thigh too. So I did. Her moans increased when I did that. We were lying side-by-side and her hand began to inch upwards towards my pussy. I was rubbing my clit and I could feel my skin responding to her touch. Soon her hand was at the crook where my leg and pussy meet. I was sure she could feel my pubic hair. I did the same, moving my hand to the same area on her. She squeezed the area there; I did the same. On we went, me copying her movements. Then she just turned and we dropped all pretense. We were hot for each other. Our hands sought out each other’s pussy. We began finger-fucking each other, lying close together, and we began kissing too. Soon, we began to hump each other’s thighs. Now that is our favorite way to do each other.”

“Have you ever….” Tammy began slowly, not sure how to say what was on her mind. I had been involved in my own story, not really noticing my little sisters. Now I saw that Tammy and Jenny had both been busy. Tammy now had her legs spread and her hand was in her lap, touching herself, not frantically, just enough to keep her pussy simmering. Jenny was rubbing her little pussy through the thin material of her pj’s. I could see through the material enough to notice that she was not wearing panties, but she rarely did for bed unless she was on her period, which had only begun a couple of months ago.

“Have I ever… what?” I asked, thinking I might know the question, but wanting to hear it said.

“…. eaten a pussy before?” Tammy finished, blushing. I decided it was definitely time to try it. Her hand increased its urgency. Jenny was watching Tammy, her eyes moving with the tiny movements of her sister’s hand.

“No,” I answered. “I take it neither of you have ever done anything with another girl?”

My own hand, almost without a thought from me, had begun exploring my throbbing clit. I was slippery wet, and not from the water. I was completely slick from my juices.

Tammy’s eyes followed my hand to its destination. She watched as her breathing increased, matching the gentle rhythms of her own touches. I decided to perform for both my sisters as Jenny turned her attention to me as well. My hand began its trained motions. My index finger entered my soft canal, coating itself with my juices. I leaned back, my left hand joining my right, and I began to masturbate for my little sisters.

I looked over and now Jenny had her pj’s down below her knees just like Tammy’s panties. She was playing with her little clit, which was swollen between her nearly bald, puffy lips. I could see the moisture there and the pinkness of her most private skin. Tammy was beginning to really get busy with her pussy. She had more hair around her cunt than Jenny did, but it was still very sparse. Jenny had a tiny growing patch of soft hair, so thin I could still see the bare skin of her pussy mound beneath it.

The sight of my baby sister’s pussy was too much for my over-sexed brain to handle. I felt my climax start deep inside my pussy and begin to work itself outward to the rest of my body.

I arched my back, and my two sisters watched in amazement as I came in front of them for the second time, but certainly not for the last time in our lives. I moaned and panted out the intensity of it. But it was far from enough. I had decided to taste Tammy’s pussy first, then Jenny’s.

I got up finally and squatted before Tammy’s heavenly, down-covered lips. She was glassy-eyed with her arousal. Jenny left her small chair and positioned herself on the floor to watch. I moved in and glued my lips to my younger sister’s pussy. It tasted wonderful, better than I had imagined in fact. She instantly responded. Her back arched, moving her pussy into my lips. I tongued that hard nub that was usually enfolded within her pussy, but which was now a firm button that was reaching for my tongue and lips. I could feel Jenny’s head hovering. I looked up. She was fascinated, aroused, rubbing her own little pussy. I could hear the squishiness of it. I reached up and kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned the kiss ardently. Her lack of experience was touching, her movements tentative. I stuck out my tongue and she tasted her sister on my mouth. I offered Tammy’s pussy to her. She hesitated for only a second and then plunged her face between Tammy’s thighs just as Tammy moved to the floor, placing her face at my pussy and beginning to lick me. I pulled Jenny to me. Soon we were in a delightful daisy chain. Finally, Tammy came, bucking against Jenny’s cum-smeared face. I then had the pleasure of giving Jenny her first orgasm. She was shocked by the sudden feelings that seemed to slam her body. Finally, I had my second orgasm, my third since the night before, rocking my hips against Tammy’s face.

Finally, we lay back to catch our breath. Then I looked at each of my little sisters.

“I guess you know this changes everything about our relationship?” I said to them.

“Isn’t that great?” Tammy said, smiling.

“I’ll say,” said little Jenny, exhausted and licking her lips to taste her sister’s juices on them.

“I think I agree,” I answered, thinking about the many nights and remaining summer days without our parents home that we would have together, and wondering how long ago we could have started this shared pleasure. “In fact, I know I do.”

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Well, that is my story of me and my sisters. We are older now, of course. And we live together as a loving threesome. My parents still don’t suspect anything, thinking we are just together for financial reasons. Roommates. We are more than that, of course. We are lovers. It is a double taboo, being both lesbians and sisters in a loving incestuous relationship. But we don’t care. The world can kiss our asses, for all we care.

In fact, that might even be fun.

By Cheryl Taggert

The next evening, Sharon found herself unwilling to go to bed. She realized she had suffered through a night of unpleasant dreams the night before, and thinking about that had led her to discover the cause.

Her ex-husband.

Well, he wasn’t exactly her ex since they’d never divorced. But she would never see him again, and she was glad of that if for nothing else.

She decided she had to talk it out with Beverly or the images would remain with her, possibly leading to another restless night. They had mentioned him briefly, and that had been enough to cause her mind to suffer all through the night before. She hoped sharing her story would help alleviate the stress she was experiencing despite the surety that he would never find her, especially out here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

As Beverly rose to go to bed — the girls had fallen asleep over an hour before — Sharon reached out and touched the younger woman’s arm. The touch seemed urgent to Beverly, somehow conveying an air of need, and she sat back down to look into the woman’s beautiful eyes, the brows now furrowed in worry.

“What is it?” Beverly asked. “Is everything okay?”

Sharon felt a tear begin a slow journey down her cheek and wiped it away.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Why not?”

“I think it was because of my husband. We mentioned him and I think the memory gave me nightmares.”

“Oh, Sharon. I’m so sorry. Is there something I could do to help?”

“Would you listen to my story? I think if I got it out and talked about it at long last, I might find some relief from the terrible memories.”

“Of course,” Beverly said. “Please, go ahead. Empty your heart to me. I know talking about things that are troubling me always helps.”

Sharon took a deep breath, exhaled, and began.

“Well, my husband — whom, thank God, I’ll never see again — was a terrible man. I didn’t realize it at first, of course. He was charming, attentive, the perfect husband. Well, I should have been suspicious. Perfection is, after all, impossible. But he swept me off my feet. Romantic and so damn handsome. I was enthralled. I won’t lie to you. He was good in bed, and I even had quite a few fantasies about him that ended with multiple orgasms while alone in my bed at night before we ever even had sex for the first time.

“He held me under his spell until we were married. Within days, he had changed. Or rather I should say he didn’t change. He just allowed his true self to come out from behind the mask.

“The first time that happened, I had cooked him a wonderful dinner, but he was late coming home. And I mean late. He didn’t get home until well after eleven o’clock at night. He was drunk, something I’d never seen. And when I asked where he’d been, he looked at me with such… hatred and anger. I remember wondering if he was going to ask me for a divorce, claiming he had made a mistake.

“But I wasn’t that lucky. He called me terrible names, grabbed me by the arm, and told me never to question him again. He kicked me in the behind and I went sprawling onto the floor. He continued kicking, bruising me terribly. Then he grabbed my breast and twisted it, pinching and twisting the nipple until the pain was excruciating. I literally thought he was going to twist the damn thing off.

“Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed, ripping my dress off and tumbling on top of me. Soon, he was inside me and moments later, he was finished. It was the first time he had not made sure I was made to feel special and an object of supreme love. He rutted like a dog and cast me aside once he was through.”

Sharon looked down at her lap as if remembering the penetration — the rape really. “I’m not entirely sure, but I think I became pregnant with Susan after that night. If not that time, one of the times that followed, either accompanied by his anger and poisonous remarks, or just a quick fucking, one in which I was not an active participant.”

“Was every time like that?” Beverly asked, concern evident in her voice.

“No. There were good times, but they occurred so seldom really. There were times when he felt remorse from what he’d done and then he would revert to the nice person he had been, but that was short-lived, and I knew it wouldn’t last.

“Then,” she began, but the sobs that began to shake her kept her from talking.

“It’s okay,” Beverly said. “Forget him.”

“No,” Sharon said. “I have to tell you this. It’s the worst part and what I think was the trigger for the nightmares.”

Beverly sat back, knowing Sharon knew best and willing to listen to it all, no matter how ugly the story became.

“He, well, he started — allowing — his friends to have me.”

“You mean –?” Beverly could not say what she meant. It was too ugly for her mouth to give voice to.

Sharon nodded emphatically. “They were all ages, all… desires. Every orifice was assaulted. No form of debauchery was ignored.

“Then one night after Susan was born, he told me the truth. He was selling my body to his friends and their friends. He was making money from my pain and degradation. I was forced to do despicable things. He had even been selling me during my pregnancy, up until Susan was born. It was after that, he told me I had to get back into shape as soon as I could because, as he said, “Nobody wants to pay as much money as he charged for me if I looked like a pig. Apparently, they didn’t mind my stomach if I was pregnant, but they didn’t want the post-pregnancy flabbiness.”

“That’s — lord — that’s terrible. I have no idea how you didn’t kill yourself,” Beverly said before adding, “or him.”

“I thought about it, but then I’d look at Susan and know I couldn’t leave her like that. And as for killing him, that would end up with me in jail, making Susan a ward of the state. I couldn’t allow them to take my daughter from me.”

“And you stayed with him until just before we sailed?” Beverly asked, incredulous that she could handle such abuse for so many years.

“Not exactly. I left him when Susan was only four. Oddly, I left after discovering him in bed with her, licking her pussy. I think the thing about it that bothered me the most was that she seemed to enjoy it. I left him the next day, and I was surprised just how easy it was. I went to San Francisco and stayed and worked there until I saw him walking down a street in town. He didn’t see me, but I knew if he did, my life would be over. That’s when I found passage on the ship where we met.”

The tears had dried up, and Sharon just sat there, looking into the loving eyes of Beverly, the woman she was quickly falling in love with. She had been a very sexual person all her life, only finding sex to be a terrible aspect of life once she’d begun to be raped much more often than made love to. Her comment from the night before was true — she had masturbated to prevent feeling the need for sexual gratification from him, but the complete truth was that it was actually the only sexual enjoyment she had during her marriage. It was the only time she reached orgasm, and while the monster to whom she’d been married had made male-female sex disgusting for her, the desire for orgasms hadn’t disappeared.

And now, she found herself falling in love with Beverly. She realized she wasn’t just enjoying the sex with Beverly. She was falling in love, and so she began to deal with the reality that she was a lesbian. Perhaps she had been her entire life and just didn’t realize it until faced with the ugliness of her marriage.

Leaning forward, Sharon let her lips meet Beverly’s. The kiss was tender at first. A kiss of love more than one of desire. Then the kiss began to replicate itself, seemingly without their choice, quick kisses that started soft and slow and grew in intensity until they were communicating their blossoming desire.

Beverly could feel her own sex begin to swell and moisten as the kiss began to change from tender to torrid. She could feel her clit begin to stiffen and her vaginal juices start to flow. Despite the warmth of the air, her nipples began to pucker and tighten. This sensation grew from one of slight desire to a demand for satisfaction. Her breasts ached to be touched, fondled, squeezed. They longed to be kissed, licked, chewed gently, and sucked.

Heat became a flame; want became need.

And need promised satisfaction.

Sharon could feel that promise. Her heart surged with emotion and the tears returned, but this time they were tears of happiness and desire. Tears of promises kept. Tears of love.

“Kiss my breasts!” Beverly said, the urgency clear in her voice.

Sharon moved her head down to the twin globes and gladly pressed her lips against her lover’s pliant flesh. As her lips made contact with the sensitive nipple of Beverly’s left breast, she could feel Beverly shiver. Sharon drew the puckered flesh into her hungry mouth, sucking on the fleshy tip and savoring the way the nipple felt against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Beverly, meanwhile, continued to shiver with the desire that coursed through her veins. Her blood pounded throughout her body, lighting small fires of passion on its journey. Her clit seemed to become more sensitive than she ever remembered, and her vagina flooded her labia with lubrication to the point that she could feel the fluids begin to form a small river down toward her butt hole. She felt as though her body was on fire, which made the shivering that would not cease seem both out of place and appropriate.

Sharon moved to her lover’s right breast, mimicking what she’d done to the left mound, much to Beverly’s delight. Beverly had always had such sensitive breasts, and the realization that she longed for Sharon to make love to them as she was doing so well made the eroticism of the moment more intense.

Beverly held Sharon’s head against her chest and did her best to catch her breath as the lovely sensations flowed through her, but the panting only increased.

For her part, Sharon continued to feel the sting of tears as she realized she wanted to make Beverly reach her climax more than she wanted one for herself. Yes, she admitted to herself, she was in love — more in love than she’d ever been with a man.

Sharon reached for Beverly’s cunt and spread the lips apart while her mouth made love to the woman’s breasts. She plunged a finger down through the creamy crevice, feeling the stiff button of the woman’s clitoris as she passed her finger down toward the source of Beverly’s erotic flood, the moisture that seemed to bubble from deep within the woman’s sex like lava.

Beverly lay back, reclining on the soft pillow of sand, where she spread her legs to allow Sharon access to her most intimate area. They had engaged in sex only a couple of times before, but this was different. This was not the satisfying of sexual cravings, not the wanton journey to a needed orgasm. This was making love. This was a physical declaration of more than desire; it was a moment in which the women wordlessly declared emotional love for one another.

Each woman felt as if this were something similar to a wedding night.

“I love you!” Sharon breathed, uttering those sacred words without shame.

“I love you, too!” Beverly exclaimed, tears of joy springing to her eyes.

Sharon lay on top of Beverly, molding her flesh to Beverly’s. Nipple kissed nipple, clitoris kissed clitoris, lips kissed lips. The two began to hump against each other, savoring the delight that spread from their wombs to the farthest reaches of their flesh. They felt the luxurious contact of skin to skin as their grunts of pleasure and loving abandon filled the night air.

Karen awoke to these sounds and through the fog of sleep began to realize two things: Her mother and Sharon were making love outside their sleeping quarters, and she had to pee. She wondered if she should wait or go ahead and answer nature’s call. She didn’t want to disturb the two women, but she also felt the urge begin to burn inside her.

She glanced over at Susan, who was still asleep, her mouth slightly open and some drool beginning to puddle beneath her jaw. The girl’s breathing indicated she was nowhere near to wakefulness. She wanted to ask Susan if she thought it would be okay to go ahead and walk past the two women to reach the area that had been designated the community bathroom. She didn’t need to poop, which was good. That would entail digging a hole first. But the urge to pee was now becoming painful.

Rising, she figured if her mother or Sharon didn’t like being interrupted, they would just have to deal with it.

She walked as softly as she could past the women, who were writhing together on a bed of sand. Sharon was on top of her mother, she saw, and the two women were making fucking motions against each other. Grunts and squeals punctuated the air as the child crept past them, hoping not to be seen.

She reached the bathroom area successfully and squatted just as the women reached their orgasms simultaneously. They were making quite a bit of noise, and she wondered how in the world Susan was sleeping through this.

After finishing her business, Karen stood and crept down to the water’s edge to rinse her slit, which the women had told them to do to remain clean and free of any rashes that could develop. She squatted and pooled some of the water in her hand before raising it to her mound and splashing the area, repeating this several times to clean it of pee.

She was somewhat surprised that her clit was swollen now, apparently having reacted to the sounds of her mother and Sharon having sex. The touches started a small spark of desire, and as she continued fondling herself there, the spark set off a small fire in her loins. Soon, that fire had grown to a small blaze, and she was squatting in the gentle surf, rubbing her pussy toward an orgasm.

Several minutes went by, and she forgot about her mother and Sharon. All she knew now was that they had grown quiet, so she began to concentrate on her own tender pussy.

“Karen?’

The voice of her mother startled her, and she stopped her unplanned masturbation session to look toward the voice.

Her mother was standing nearby, holding hands with Sharon. They had apparently walked to where the small waves were breaking against the shore and had been standing there enjoying the stars as they glimmered on the water when they’d spotted Karen rubbing herself at the ocean’s edge.

“Are you masturbating?” Beverly asked, as if asking if the girl were awake.

“Uh-huh. Is that okay?” the child asked, still not used to the new rules. Perhaps her mother would not want her to do this after they’d gone to bed for the night? She didn’t know.

Karen could feel the women gazing at her naked body, her hand still cupping her bald pussy.

“Um, of course,” Beverly said. “Go ahead.”

Karen began to return slowly to her impromptu fun, as if still unsure.

“Did we wake you?” Sharon asked.

“Not really. I woke up and needed to pee.”

“You walked right past us while we were –?” Beverly asked.

For some reason Karen knew her mother was blushing, although she could not see her face in the dark.

“Yeah,” Karen confessed. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is, honey,” Sharon said. “You had to pee.”

Karen’s hand was beginning to pick up speed as the women watched, spellbound.

“Did seeing us cause you to want to… well… do this?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah,” Karen answered, blushing some herself. “And hearing you.”

“Well,” Beverly said, “we’re going to go back and lie down now. Just ignore us, okay?”

Karen, whose breathing was becoming erratic, said, “Okay” and continued her session of self-love.

The girl watched the two women return to the bed of soft sand and lie down, this time moving into a sixty-nine. They started slowly, but soon they were once again moaning their passion to the skies.

Karen kept her gaze on them. The full moon was up and she could make their movements out in the light it supplied.

The trembling began deep inside her, and soon it burst from her, causing her to tremble and shake with its power.

When she was finished, she realized she was still not satisfied. Susan had been like this a few times. She was new to the idea of having orgasms, and prior to this time she had been satisfied with one, not really wanting another until she had rested for a bit, but this time was different. The first one had only seemed to make her hungry for more.

She decided for the first time she wanted to have another one right away, but she wanted to do something first.

Standing, she crept over to where her mother and Sharon were making love. Choosing a spot about five feet away from them, she squatted and began to rub her tender slit again, spreading what little fluid she produced around in her puss.

She did not know the term voyeur but she learned that night she was one, despite not knowing a word for what stimulated her the most. She found she enjoyed watching people having sex — it heightened her own desires to extreme levels — and she began to have an endless series of orgasms while watching her mother and Sharon together.

When the two women noticed they were not alone, they mostly ignored Karen. They were fine with her watching them, but they did not wish to do anything with her at that moment. This time was special for them, and it seemed fitting that one of their girls should be there to witness it.

What surprised them, however, was that the child was still there when they finally lay back in exhaustion to enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking. The child climaxed twice more after they had finished. Then Karen stood and, without a word, moved back to her makeshift bed for the night.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Cheryl Taggert 

Beverly had no idea what time it was when she awoke in the middle of the night to find someone’s lips on her cunt. They had all decided that morning to open themselves up to the possibilities that stood before them. To allow for any and all expressions of sexual desire, wherever or whenever they might occur. The only rule was that if a job had to be done, the job came first. Playtime would have to wait until later.

Apparently, one of the girls had taken this to heart. She wasn’t upset that she had basically been molested in her sleep. Had it been a stranger doing the molesting she would have felt different. This, apparently, was simply the result of one of the girls getting horny in the night and taking advantage of the opportunity.

Beverly could tell that it wasn’t Sharon between her legs. First, the mouth just seemed too small, but second, and most important, she could see the dim outline of Sharon sleeping a few feet away, her breast shining in the moonlight.

So she knew that either her own daughter or Sharon’s daughter was now feasting on her mound, licking the juices from her slit, which was now flooded with her vaginal excretions and the saliva of the girl eating her cunt. The girl was consuming the fluids like a starving child.

And providing Beverly with an orgasm that had yet to come but was already beginning to signal its imminent arrival.

She wondered if she should let the child know she was awake, but decided against it for the time being. Whichever girl was doing this apparently enjoyed the sneakiness of what she was doing. They could talk later about respecting someone while she slept, but the sensations that were flooding her brain made Beverly much more accepting of the intrusion.

Beverly did her best to look around the ground beneath the lean-to in order to discover which of the children had decided to molest her in the night. On the one hand, she should be angry, but on the other, she recognized this as a natural extension of the conversation from earlier that day. These were, after all, children, and it was well-known that children loved to see if they could do something without being discovered.

She recalled when she was little and she and Barbara, her best friend, had played “nobody sees us,” a game in which they would sneak through rooms with adults in them in an effort to make it to the next room without being seen. This game being played between her legs was of a similar nature, except that it involved sexual contact. It was still a game of “can I do it without being caught?” Furthermore, the playing of this game had rewards beyond the sneakiness. From the feelings coursing through Beverly’s body, she reckoned the reward this time would be big indeed.

As she lay there doing her best to remain still — not an easy task — she realized that whoever the child was lying between her legs was humping her own hand as she lay there performing cunnilingus.

Apparently, the girls were fast learners as well. She and Sharon had pointed out their clits, explaining the importance of the small nubbin of nerve-packed flesh. The child was spending most of her time working her lips and tongue on Beverly’s clit, which was making motionless silence more difficult with each passing second.

Small moans and deep breaths signaled the child was about to reach her climax. It was obvious the girl was doing her best to hide what she was doing, so Beverly remained as still as possible, but she could feel her orgasm rushing up on her, and she wondered how long this charade could continue.

As the child began her orgasm, Beverly’s launched itself as well. The two middle-of-the-night lovers climaxed simultaneously. Beverly managed to keep her hips from bucking wildly about, more to keep Sharon and whichever girl was still sleeping from waking than any effort to prevent the child licking her cunt from knowing the woman she licked was coming. That fact could never be hidden.

When the orgasm ended, the child moved stealthily away from Beverly’s muff. It then occurred to the woman that the child thought she was still sleeping, having reached her peak without waking. She decided to continue the pretense, allowing the child to think she managed to do all of this without waking her ‘victim’ from her slumber.

Beverly managed to glimpse the silhouette of the child as she lay back down on her sleeping mat.

Susan.

She had suspected it might be Sharon’s daughter, and she was right. It just seemed like the kind of thing an older child would consider doing.

Newly satisfied, Beverly began to drift off to sleep once again. She was almost there when movement woke her. Stealthy movement. Beverly decided to turn onto her side in order to better see the girls. She felt rather than saw Susan freeze in her movement, but once Beverly had settled again, she watched and saw that Susan was playing with Karen’s bald little slit, rubbing it gently. Was she going to play her little game again, this time on Karen? She felt her clit twinge at the thought of what she might see.

Beverly’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness well enough that she could plainly see the bodies of the two children. Susan’s fingers were playing in her friend’s cunt, coaxing the child’s clit to stiffen in response.

She heard a giggle and knew that Karen had awakened.

“Shh,” Susan shushed her friend.

“You’re playing with my pussy,” Karen said, stifling more giggles.

“I just licked your mom’s and she reached her peak. She slept through it,” Susan offered.

“Really?” Karen asked.

“Yeah. Older women taste different, though. You really don’t have much taste, or at least you taste kinda sweeter or something, but your mom’s cunt has a musky taste to it, kind of sharp but really tasty,” Susan whispered, doing her best to sound extremely knowledgeable on the topic.

“Really? I wanna taste it,” Karen said and began to sit up.

“No, don’t lick her right now. She just turned over and she might wake up.” Susan thought for a second. “I know. You can kiss me. There’s still plenty of your mother’s stuff on my lips.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Here.”

Beverly heard the girls kissing. She could see their faces pressed together in the dark.

“Lick my lips,” Susan offered. The woman watched, getting excited once again as she witnessed her daughter feasting on the fluids that had dried on Susan’s lips.

“What’d’ya think?” Susan asked.

“I like it. You’re right. She tastes different than you do.”

“Why don’t you lick my mom, and I can lick you? She’s hard to wake up, so she should stay asleep. Just take it slow.”

“My mom didn’t wake up when you licked her?” Karen whispered.

“No.”

“Wow. She’s usually easy to wake up. You musta been real careful.”

“I was. If she did wake up, she never let me know it. So, you gonna lick my mother?”

“Are you gonna lick me?” Karen asked.

“Yeah. I was going to anyway, but you woke up.”

It occurred to Beverly that Susan was quite a sexpot. She evidently had taken to sex like a duck to water. Months later, she would think of this moment of clarity about the child and realize just how right she was. Susan would have numerous orgasms every day, either playing with herself, with Karen, or with one of both or the women.

And of course there were the times they all enjoyed each other in a small orgy.

Beverly watched as her daughter crawled over to Sharon, lying between the woman’s spread legs. Leaning forward, Karen extended her tongue and began to softly lick Sharon’s slit.

This progressed until the child covered Sharon’s cunt with her mouth. She could no longer see her daughter’s tongue, but it was obvious what she was doing. Susan, meanwhile, was licking Karen’s mound, once again looking like a starving child. She obviously loved this activity above any other.

Soon, Beverly could hear the obvious sounds of the woman approaching an orgasm. She wasn’t sure if Sharon had awakened, but if not, her dreams must have been very erotic.

Karen had lifted her butt a little to give Susan easier access to her mound. At the same time, she kept her own mouth glued to Sharon’s cunt.

Sharon began her climax, waking up at the same moment it started.

“Huh? What? What are you–? Oh! Aaaahh!” the woman gasped and moaned as her orgasm took her.

Karen had not climaxed yet, so after she finished bringing Sharon through hers, she turned onto her back and spread her legs wide, accidentally kicking Beverly’s leg in the process. She was beyond caring if her mother woke. The nine-year-old needed her orgasm, and it seemed that nothing would stop her from getting it.

All pretense for sleep was abandoned. Beverly got up and almost fell onto Susan, wanting to return the favor she had provided her. Beverly’s mouth locked onto the girl’s little puss, edging her hand and fingers that had been rubbing her slit out of the way.

Within seconds, both the young girls were in the middle of powerful climaxes, at least powerful for girls their age. Susan bucked her hips against the older woman’s mouth, moaning and grunting loudly.

Sharon, meanwhile, sat up and watched as the two little girls peaked. Sharon’s grogginess from being awakened in the night quickly evaporated.

When the girls were finished, Sharon said, “What is going on?”

Susan laughed. “We were licking you and Beverly while you slept!”

“Girls, that’s not very nice. I don’t know about Beverly, but I need my beauty sleep.” Sharon was perturbed, but not angry. She had, after all, just enjoyed a marvelous orgasm.

“You don’t need beauty sleep,” Karen said. “You’re plenty beautiful.”

“Aww, thank you, dear. But really, molesting someone in the middle of the night is wrong.”

“Why is it wrong?” Karen asked. “Did you not like it?” The girl appeared hurt that her attempts to pleasure Sharon had not worked well.

“Well, no, of course I liked it.”

“Then why was it wrong?” the girl repeated.

“Well, because, um –” Sharon looked at Beverly for help.

“Don’t look at me. I for one enjoyed it.”

“Well, I did, too,” Sharon said, “but don’t you think we should prevent them from molesting someone in their sleep?”

“Whom would they molest?” Beverly asked. “There’s only the four of us on the island. And while I wouldn’t want to be awakened every night, or even most nights, I see this as a children’s game of sorts.”

“Beverly, there isn’t much that’s childish about this sort of activity.”

“Well, of course there isn’t,” Beverly said. “But it’s like a game I played as a child.” Beverly went on to explain about “Nobody Sees Us.” She finished with, “They’re just children wanting to see if they can get away with it. You know, lick our clits without us being aware.”

Sharon looked at the girls. “Well, don’t be doing that too often, especially to me. I like my sleep.”

Beverly chuckled. “Yes, and I could see you liked your orgasm, too.” The girls laughed at this.

“I thought you wouldn’t wake up,” Susan said. “Beverly didn’t. She even slept through her peak.”

Sharon looked at Beverly, obviously doubting that she’d slept through the entire thing. Beverly just winked surreptitiously, hoping Sharon wouldn’t spoil Susan’s excitement over having brought the woman to a climax without being caught.

The next morning, to no one’s surprise, they slept until the sun was well up in the sky. A beautiful blue spread from horizon to horizon over the ocean, and a gentle breeze massaged the island, bringing sounds from the fronds of the trees and bushes that sounded like sighs of delight.

After their day before — and night — the women thought that sex would not be a part of the day for any of them.

That was the first time that Beverly noticed how powerful Susan’s libido was. She talked Karen into a sixty-nine before the noon meal, and masturbated herself another two times before going to bed. The eleven-year-old came twice on the last masturbation session, and both women noticed her experimenting with putting a finger up her butthole while playing with her hairless puss.

After the girls had gone to bed, Sharon asked Beverly to sit up and chat for a while.

“Susan’s quite the sexual thing,” Sharon began. “I’m a bit worried, actually.”

“Worried about what?” Beverly asked.

“That she may become over-sexed. She’s like a man, really. She can’t seem to keep her hands off herself — or others.”

“Who and what could it possibly hurt?” Beverly asked. “Like I said before, there isn’t anyone else here but us. If the girl wants to get herself off, why stop her?” Smiling, she added, “Besides, I kind of like the show.”

“But we haven’t even been allowing them to do this in the open for two full days yet, and she must have already had eight or nine orgasms.”

“What? Is there some limit to the number of orgasms a girl can have in a lifetime? If so, I may be nearing my own limit.”

“Don’t be flippant. Of course not. But still, she just seems a lot more interested in having them than I thought she would.”

“Sharon?”

“What?”

“When you were a child, did you have a favorite candy?”

“Peppermint, why?”

“Would your parents let you have all the peppermint you wanted, whenever or wherever you wanted it?”

“Of course not. I’d have grown as fat as a cow with rotten teeth with all that sugar.”

“But if you had been given that opportunity, would you have eaten more of it? As much of it as you wanted? After all, as a child, you wouldn’t understand any bad effects from eating all the peppermint you wanted.”

“Okay, probably, but what’s your point? That we’ve allowed the girls to have as many orgasms as they want, so they’re indulging a bit?”

“That’s exactly my point. Orgasms are Susan’s peppermint. They won’t make her fat. They won’t make her teeth rot. They won’t do anything bad to her at all. They are just enjoyable. She can’t even get with a boy when she starts her cycles and get pregnant because there aren’t any boys here.”

Sharon considered that, her face a mask of deep thought.

Beverly continued. “I imagine that it won’t be long before orgasms are Karen’s peppermint, too. She’s just nine and isn’t as constantly on edge sexually as Susan is because she’s older and entering puberty. In essence, we’ve given our daughters permission to eat as much peppermint as they wish, without repercussions from us, each other, or society. For Susan, it’s like a favorite toy or food. She’s indulging herself. Don’t worry. I won’t say she’ll grow out of it because she won’t. She will, in all likelihood, eventually slow it down some.”

“Well, I see your point, I suppose,” Sharon said. “But what if we are rescued from here one day? She’ll want to be at it every day.”

“She’ll adjust to society’s expectations. I wouldn’t worry. She won’t stand in the middle of a city street and masturbate in broad daylight. She’ll just do it when alone, or find a partner who enjoys it as much, and there are plenty of them around, male and female.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Sharon said, resigned to her daughter’s delight in her own mound.

“Of course I am,” Beverly answered. “Look at it this way. If you’d discovered orgasms at age eleven and your parents said, ‘That’s fine, dear, you can do it whenever and wherever you like, with whomever you like, even go naked all day and night to ease access to your mound,’ what would you have done?”

Sharon grinned sheepishly. “I suppose I would have worn it out. Or at least tried to.”

“Okay, then. Anyway, that wearing it out thing works. I suppose she’ll start getting a bit sore in a few days and back off some.”

Sharon giggled like a school girl. “Have you ever done that? Worn it out?”

Beverly looked at her and grinned as if they were sharing a wonderful secret. “Why should I tell you?”

“Because, there’s nobody else on the island but us. You said so yourself.” Sharon was still giggling.

“Okay. A few times maybe. What about you?”

Sharon’s mood changed in a blink. She said seriously, “More than a few, I’m afraid. I used to do it just to make sure I wasn’t on edge because I didn’t want my husband to be able to seduce me into sex.”

“My God. He was a terrible man, wasn’t he?”

“Awful.” Sharon took a deep breath, cleansing her mind of the bad memories. “But I don’t want to talk about it now.”

Sharon stood and went to the lean-to. Lying down, she tried to sleep. Beverly joined her a few minutes later. Everyone was well asleep by the time Sharon finally nodded off.

Her dreams were frightening ones, but when she awakened the next morning, all she felt was a sense of disquiet, the details of the dreams themselves lost in the strange alleys of sleep.

And though Susan more than made up for it, engaging Beverly in lovemaking that allowed the older woman to teach her some new things, as well as masturbating at least once that her mother saw, Sharon did not desire sex the entire day.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Cheryl Taggert

Ending something as long and arduous to write as this three-part novel makes one think about beginnings. This story came into being when I saw a video online of a young girl who was entering the adult film industry talking about her mother, who had also been in the business.

This, of course, led to some rather wild imaginings on my part. What would it have been like to be raised by a woman with obviously liberal attitudes about sex, and what if those attitudes were extreme when it came to raising her daughter? I certainly had no idea. My own upbringing was so closed-minded, I’m surprised I am who I am today. In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t commit suicide in my teen years. (Yes, I indeed thought about it, quite seriously in fact.)

However, this speculation and the fantasies that resulted from it led to my deciding to write a story about such a relationship between a sexually precocious daughter and her extremely open-minded mother. Following publication of chapter one on the Lesbian Lolita site on July 8, 2012, the comments I received were overwhelmingly positive. Overwhelmingly as in 100%.

This led to other chapters until I grew bored with the project after sixteen installments, the last of them published at LL on July 21, 2013. That was shortly after I was more or less attacked because I had included some minor bestiality in the story, in which a very young girl has discovered that when her little dog licks her in certain places it felt really good. Such comments, especially from someone who had been enjoying the story, can sour someone on a project, and that’s what happened with me. Not that I’d ever really finished a story before, but that’s how this one ended.

After being invited to join Naughty Mommy and JetBoy to start this wonderful site, I decided at a point that I should finish the stories I had started. Actually, my partners prodded me and prodded me to finish what I’d started. Many readers had asked me when I was going to continue them as well, so continue — and finish them — I did.

This was the last one to need completion. I finished writing the first draft of the last chapter yesterday, March 8, 2017, nearly a year after posting the first “new” chapter, #17, on March 28, 2016. This means that the entire work took two years to write, with a very long break in between. Back when I renewed my writing of this book, I looked forward to it. I had always liked the premise, and I felt that many wonderful adventures could be a part of it. Now that it’s finished, I know I will miss working on it. After all, one doesn’t separate from two years of one’s life easily.

Many of the adventures I included were based either loosely or strongly on real events and situations in my life. My other stories had included such things, such as the rocking horse I really had that I named Shadow (probably with help from my parents), which provided me my first small but pleasurable orgasms, and this tale was no different. The fact that it is so lengthy, however, means that there are even more things that are based on my life. I’m not suggesting, however, that this mirrors my life, and that is what this post is all about. How does a writer incorporate real events without making it an autobiography? First, my autobiography would be rather boring 98% of the time, but second, and most importantly, I did have that 2% that could be turned into something that resembled an interesting tale.

I had chosen to name the title character after myself, since ultimately this began as a fantasy about a fictional mother I never had, a mother who resembled my own about as much as Donald Trump resembles Pope Francis. This led to being able to freely intertwine the two lives of the fictional me with an even more fictional mother in my mind. As I wrote the first sixteen chapters, I wanted to make sure there was hot sex in every chapter. I have to tell you, that is very difficult to do and keep the sex fresh. As I think I’ve said before, just how many ways can one write about a woman having an orgasm? Yes, there are many, as our stories here will prove, but when you get right down to it, an orgasm is basically the same feeling each time we have one. Only the intensity and duration change. (I have also often wondered how different an orgasm feels to a man since his “equipment” is all external. Do they feel them in their toes the way I do?) Ultimately, though, it’s all the same.

This, of course, leads to the idea of multiple partners. When age, personality, likes and dislikes come into play, the dynamic is different. The fact that I’ve had (wait a sec, I’m counting…) eight partners in my life does not qualify me for super-sexual woman of the decade. (Bet you all thought it was more.) But my imagination can think of countless ones, and sometimes I can even include pieces of people I’ve known, in an intimate manner and otherwise, to populate my story.

Deanna has the name of a girl I knew online for several years (she’s disappeared in the past year and I worry), but her personality in many ways is based on a girl I fooled around with when I was fourteen. We were best friends and would often spend the night with each other. We had many wonderful and youthful orgasms together. She had an older sister I had a big crush on, and Deanna’s sister in the story is based on her, though my friend’s sister and I never did anything together. In this way, including the sister became a sort of wish-fulfillment. (A quick note about characters’ names: NONE of the last names are the same as the person on whom they may have been based, including me, with one exception, noted below.)

The character of Marie is based on one of my students from last school year. I suspected she was dealing with questions of her sexuality, though I have no proof that she was. I thought that she had a crush on a girl in class based on her interactions with her and the fact that while this other girl was not a close friend, Marie (her real first name) would always try to be around her. For example, when I announced a project that would be done in pairs, Marie approached this girl immediately. Of course, by then I was watching for the signs, partly because I was anxious to see if after a random weekend the two seemed closer. As far as I know, Marie and her friend never “got together” like that, but it was fun to consider. And it broke my heart that the friend did the project with someone else.

The “licking dog” episode was based on me. Yes, I allowed my dog to lick my pussy when I was thirteen. I remember being thirteen in eighth grade and thinking what would people think if they knew I had allowed my dog to lick me to an orgasm the night before. That didn’t last long, but it did happen. I finally started feeling weird about it, not to mention she would want to lick me no matter where we were, like in the den watching TV. It took a while to break her of trying, but she finally got the idea I didn’t want her doing that anymore. Plus, I started making her sleep outside my bedroom to avoid having her start in on me when I was asleep or something. She never did that, but I imagined she might. When my ultra-suspicious mother asked why I didn’t let the dog sleep with me anymore (not that she was necessarily thinking it was for a sexual reason, but who knows?), I had to make up a lie that she kept waking me up scratching herself. And no, I didn’t count the dog among my eight partners.

The episode with Erin, the girl Cheryl is a “companion” for, is nearly all true, except we never got caught because the mother did indeed call every day before coming home. When I was fifteen a woman down the street who knew my mom asked me if I would be a companion over the summer break for her daughter who had indeed gotten into some trouble shoplifting the previous summer. Emily (Erin’s real name) was one wild girl. She’d been left to her own devices for a long time, being a “latch-key kid” since age seven. Looking back, she was probably looking for attention from her mom. Her dad was not in the picture at all. One thing that was different was I was not happy about this, no matter that I was making good money for a girl my age. I saw this as tying me to a job all summer, one that would last all day, and I had my own social life to work on, but my mother would not let me decline the offer. It also took a little longer to get things rolling as far as sex went. I plied her with internet porn, which she’d not discovered. That made everything else easier. I’m not exactly proud that I seduced an eleven-year-old when I was fifteen, but it was a lot of fun at times, and Emily never once suggested she resented anything we ever did, which was everything two girls could do together.

Chandra, the large African-American woman who does hair and makeup for the production company Kayleigh works for, is entirely based on an African-American woman I knew growing up. Her last name in both the story and real life was Jackson, which appears only in the “Who’s Who” section of the story. She lived not too far from where my house was when I was still living with my parents, and she would listen to my problems in a way my mother never could or would. Chandra, her real name, was also a hairstylist. What is called in writer’s circles her “voice” is exactly as I remember it. No nonsense and wise, a good listener with even better advice. In fact it was Chandra I turned to when I hated myself so much I was considering suicide. I didn’t mention my desire for young girls to her, just my lesbianism, but she understood me and loved me (no, not like that), and I loved her like the mother I never had once I came out to my parents. She may be the reason I am alive now. I miss her terribly. (She died when I was eighteen.) Including her in my story helped me bring her back to life for a while. She doesn’t appear often because memory can be painful at times, but the tribute, even in a story like this one, is sincere.

As far as the situation in the story involving Cindy, it is 100% fabrication. I had decided to try to make the book more than just a sex-act-of-the-week episode. What’s interesting is that while I was intensely interested in that part of the book while I was writing it, the process of writing it was much more difficult. I had to make everything up, no relying on characters based on people I knew once. The plot had to be plausible, and I spent a great deal of time and effort making sure that it was. I didn’t want anyone coming on to tell me I had something wrong. I even checked things like where small airports were near Bogota and picked out an area on a map to choose the location of the compound. I researched things like how far a Learjet could fly on one tank of fuel and how long a runway had to be for take-offs and landings. (I never knew the fuel was stored in the wings!) I was actually very surprised at how long the flight was from Los Angeles, the home of the porn industry in the U.S., to the Santiago Vila airport near Girardot, Colombia, near Bogota. It made me wish I’d made the compound in Mexico instead, but I figured the Mexican people had suffered enough bad press from Trump.

Finally, Lisa is, of course, based on my wife. We married two years ago this June. Our story is involved and there are some real heartbreaks in our relationship. After all, we are a real couple, and real couples often deal with pain that the other one causes, though in reality when a relationship goes through trouble, usually both partners share the fault, and that is true for us.

Lisa and I did meet in college, though not how it’s portrayed in the book. We met at a party that was much like the one where the two get together finally in the book. It was at Halloween, and she was dressed as a prisoner, complete with the stripes. To be honest I had forgotten what costume I was wearing. Lisa reminded me that I was a witch. Very original, I know. I changed it in the chapter about the party because I consider a witch a rather boring choice. I kept Lisa in the prison garb.

We hit it off at this party and ended up spending the night together in my apartment. We exchanged digits, as they say, and we ended up dating for a while before moving in together that January when the new semester started. Lisa was a freshman, and I was a junior. Yes, I am two years older than she is. She was eighteen when we met, and I had just turned twenty a month earlier.

Lisa gave me permission to share the rest of our story with you as well.

Now, things weren’t always “the perfect couple” between us. Lisa was working for Hooters Restaurant as a waitress and later became the manager of a new location. She met another girl while working there who managed to talk her into leaving me a few years after I graduated and was working as a teacher. Yes, Lisa cheated on me. She admits it and regrets it. I debated whether or not to include that in my book. I finally decided to make it where the evil Clare decides to break up the fictional counterparts of Lisa and me for no apparent reason, only that she can. Clare became my Iago.

Now, here’s where life makes its real acquaintance with art. The name of the girl who stole my Lisa from me back then? Clare. Yep, I had a wonderful time making her into the most evil girl I could imagine. I knew when I created the character she would be evil and cause our heroine a lot of grief. Originally, I thought of having Clare steal Lisa from Cheryl, but I realized that would be much too close to reality for my tastes. I was able to make the girl modeled on my nemesis in real life end up paying dearly for her acts of selfishness and hatefulness in the story. It was cathartic.

For those who don’t know about how Lisa and I ended up back together, it goes like this:

A few years back, the autumn before I helped found this site (actually late summer), I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was in its earliest stages and was confined only to my cervix. I’d been having some odd periods and my doctor decided to check for any serious problems so she could rule them out. When the pap smear came back positive for cancer cells, I was devastated. I cried for days, thinking this was it. I would die soon from this terrible disease.

My oncologist told me that I should talk to the closest friend I had in an effort to cheer me up. The fact was, though, that I was mostly a loner then. I had people I knew from my job as a teacher, but I tried to keep my private life private because I feared being fired if anyone discovered I am a lesbian. I am not butch by any means, so it isn’t easily apparent from my appearance.

Lisa heard about my situation. She came to see me, and I nearly fainted. I had convinced myself that I was over her. I’d even dated a few women, but nothing serious. The moment I saw her, I knew I’d been kidding myself, and that was a case of kidding myself for several YEARS. I wanted to kiss her the moment I saw her.

We chatted, and the next day she came over again and brought me flowers. She presented me with a bunch of gladioli. I was touched and thanked her. Finally, I started to cry. She held me while I sobbed, and by the time I’d stopped crying, we were making out like a couple of teenagers on a hot date. Then she told me she still loved me and that she’d made a huge mistake by leaving me for Clare. That relationship had ended within a year of moving in with her, but she’d heard I was dating someone else by then and never contacted me until she heard about the cancer and that I was single.

Finally, she asked me if I knew what the gladiolus flower symbolized. I didn’t, and she told me. They symbolize remembrance, infatuation, strength, and faithfulness. Apparently, she had researched flowers to find the perfect one for me at that moment.

It wasn’t long before she moved back in with me, and we’ve been together and happy ever since. She had been a girl of twenty-five when she’d left me. She is turning thirty-three later this year. We are older and more mature. We are now legally married to each other. We are now happy. Please don’t blame her for leaving me. I am no piece of cake to live with. That she continues to live with and love me every day is a blessing and a miracle to me.

I know some may wonder why I skipped over the wedding in the story, choosing not to describe it in any sort of detail. I know my site partners wondered about that. I thought a long time about including details from the wedding and decided against it. Lisa and I did actually get married, though not in Amsterdam (which we did visit on a honeymoon last September), and I realized I didn’t want to write anything about the wedding in this story because our own wedding is such a wonderful memory, and I didn’t want to attempt to fictionalize the actual ceremony. I know, that’s crazy, but I felt I would never be able to do the emotions and everything else justice. I guess it’s just a personal thing. In our real wedding we chose to wear bridesmaids’ dresses we liked instead of wedding gowns because I couldn’t really afford one to match anything Lisa could have afforded. Lisa offered to buy my wedding dress, but I wouldn’t let her. It ended up being something special to us that we were wearing those dresses instead of bridal gowns. I won’t go into that because I’m already tearing up thinking about it, but that’s how I want it to be in the story — that the fictional counterparts get married but the ceremony remains private.

To make clear what everyone knows, I got Lisa’s permission to tell our true story here. I have retold our story in a fictional method in the book, based on our real story at times. I used our shared fantasy life and the attractions we both feel. She discovered my enjoyment of the shared fantasy we all have here when I left my computer open by mistake when we first lived together and she saw a story I was writing. She’d had these fantasies herself, and she admitted it to me as well as the fact that she and her sister, Rachel, had been messing around together since they were little girls, with the form of messing around they did growing more adult as they aged. I told her how jealous of her I am for that.

Now, I use things we have done or talked about to spice up my stories. We have fantasized about going to a nice hotel that caters to their customers by turning their heads from legal but titillating fun and ordering room service, requesting a girl to remain and “serve” us as a waitress while we eat our breakfast in the nude, only to let the girl watch us afterwards. No, we probably will never do that, but our fantasies about it helped me in writing what I consider a very hot scene. We have masturbated in a public place in New Orleans on our honeymoon, and I will include that in a story I began planning just yesterday. The start of her relationship with Rachel is a part of this book, though Lisa’s parents have no clue it has been going on all these years, despite sharing a room (twin beds, though) much of their lives. Paulette was the result of our fantasy about a little girl we saw when out shopping. She didn’t look to be five — she was more like ten — but her beauty was mesmerizing.

So that’s how it works. Take a single little true thing and put it in your stories if you are writing one. Then see what allowing your mind to carry it anywhere brings to your story. Using reality makes writing easier. It’s a lot easier than making up every detail and having to do research on planes, a country, and its airports.

So, to alter a term that was used long before I was born, “WRITE ON!” Even if you write only for yourself, what you write will be yours in a way nothing else can be, like painting a picture. It satisfies a need to create. So try it. You won’t be sorry.