Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by JetBoy and BlueJean

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend.

Doris does what she can to console Victoria, then goes to bed hoping Nora managed to find happiness, wherever she might have gone.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

I

After shipping the girls off to school the next day, I made my way along the thoroughfare back to the house.

Mr. Farnsworth was busy mowing the lawn, clay pipe fixed firmly between his teeth, his push mower carving out neat lines through the grass.

I paused by one of the rose bushes that lined the long driveway, the splayed pink petals and darker pink interior of its blooms invoking something of the gynaecological. “Can I pick one?” I called out to the old gardener, gesturing to one of the larger flowers.

Mr. Farnsworth clattered to a halt with his mower. “Eh?”

“The roses. May I take one?”

He looked ponderously off into the distance, taking a long, leisurely puff of his pipe, as if he was contemplating the meaning of life itself. “Please y’self,” he finally said. Taking up the mower once more, he resumed his steady trek across the lawn.

Careful to avoid the nasty-looking thorns, I snapped the rose off at the stem, bringing it to my face to breathe in its delicate scent.

I found Victoria sequestered in her study, rotary telephone in her hand. She paced back and forth in front of her desk, moving only as far as the cable would allow.

I quickly made to leave, not wanting to interrupt, but she waved me inside.

“No, Mr. Jefferson, it’s not the transaction itself that’s the issue. It’s the fact that I did not authorise it. As far as I’m aware, I’m still the managing director of Shaw Mercantile, and you’re still the director of operations, am I correct in that assumption? Yes? Oh, that is a relief. Well, now that we’ve established the company hierarchy, may I very strongly suggest you don’t try cutting me out of the decision-making process again? Good. Yes. Yes, that’s very reassuring to hear. How are Susan and the children, by the way? Excellent. Send them my love. Goodbye, Mr. Jefferson. Thank you.”

Victoria replaced the receiver in its cradle, then offered me a weary smile. “Is that for me?” she asked, noticing the rose.

I peered down at the bloom in my hand, now wondering if my gesture of affection might seem childish. “Oh. Yes. I can come back later, if you’re busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you, my love. Come and have a seat.”

I sat in the chair opposite her desk while Victoria emptied a fluted vase previously filled with wildflowers that Melinda had given her, now shrivelled and dry. She reached out for the rose. “What a nice thought,” she said, then furrowed her brow in mock concern. “Or… am I presuming too much in thinking it’s for me?”

“Oh, stop teasing,” I told her with a grin, handing her the offering. “Of course it’s for you. I picked it on a whim. Was it silly of me?”

Victoria slipped the rose into the vase, then set it down upon her desk. “No, not at all. I’d like to think I have enough of the romantic in me to appreciate such a gesture.” She slowly traced a petal with the tip of her finger. “My late husband once compared me to a rose, you know. It might’ve been mistaken for a rare compliment, at least until he clarified his meaning: that I was beautiful but full of thorns.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

She raised a brow at me. “That I’m beautiful, or thorny?”

I gave her a playful scowl. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Well, he was right as it turned out. I do have thorns. Poor old William learnt that in a most unpleasant way.”

“Oh, dear. That sounds… ominous.”

Victoria had bent her head to partake of the rose’s sweet perfume. When she glanced up at me once again, there was resolve in her eyes. “I owe you the remainder of my story, don’t I?”

I shook my head. “You don’t have to tell it. I wouldn’t want to see you upset again.”

“Nevertheless, you shall hear it. And this one has a happier ending. Well… for me, at least.”

II

Losing Nora left me utterly devastated, a shadow of the bright, joyful girl I’d once been. In the midst of this grief, my parents, panic-stricken by the potential scandal my dalliance might cause, decided to marry me off as soon as possible.

William Shaw had briefly been considered a potential match, but later disregarded due to his age – I was sixteen, he was twenty-nine – and because he was rumoured to have dissolute ways. Now, though, with so many possible suitors promised to others or killed in the Great War, Mother and Father were unwilling to spend time searching for a more suitable candidate. So William was brought back into the fold, and I was unceremoniously given to him as a wife.

Needless to say, I wanted no part of this arrangement. What little I’d seen of William Shaw was more than enough for me. But Father would not permit a word of objection, not after the way I’d ‘disgraced myself’. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that I would be driven from our home and disowned if I refused this marriage.

What else could I do? I had no money, no resources to call my own. If I went to any of my relatives for help, Father would tell them about Nora. “No one in our family will take you in – no one,” he told me. “I’ll see to that.” I believe now that he was bluffing, and would never have dared to cast me out for real… but his stratagem worked, and I married a stranger out of fear.

The wedding itself was a quiet one, thank goodness. I might well have fainted in the presence of a large crowd. As it was, I barely recall it, too occupied by the struggle to conceal my despair. Somehow, we got through the ceremony, then I was seated next to William in the back of his car, being chauffeured to what was to be my new life.

That evening, my new husband was all too eager to consummate our marriage. He was not an attentive man in the bedchamber, satisfying his base needs without any regard for the frightened young woman beneath him. That first time was quite horrific, painful and humiliating in equal measure. After that, it just became one more thing to endure.

I thought marriage might become easier for me, given time, once William and I grew to know each other better. But something soon became quite apparent to me: William Shaw was a bully.

There are two kinds of bullies: those who know they’re tougher and meaner than everyone else, and have every intention of proving it. Then there are the bullies who are weak and insecure, preferring victims who are smaller and weaker than themselves. William Shaw was of the latter. And who would serve better for this purpose than a new bride barely out of her childhood years?

There were hints about his true nature from the start, but it was six months after our wedding, once all pretence of civility had been put aside, that the brutality began in earnest. Soon enough, I was doing all I could to avoid straying into William’s path. Mrs. Broomfield and Miss Haggerty made some effort to protect me, but there was little either of them could do that wouldn’t have resulted in immediate dismissal, and that would have made my situation even worse. The kitchen was as much a sanctuary as I could hope for, given that men like William prefer to dole out punishment without witnesses.

With Nora still very much in my thoughts, utterly alone and constantly under siege from a drunk, abusive husband, I saw only one means of escape. I came very close to taking my own life several times during that first year of marriage. Ultimately, it was becoming a mother that saved me.

I was eighteen when I gave birth to Rebecca, and she was the most beautiful, amazing thing I’d ever seen. I doted on her, poured all my love into this small, helpless bundle of joy that had been granted to me. She gave me purpose, a reason to carry on.

Even William, who mostly saw babies as a source of annoyance, seemed to soften in the presence of his first child. The abuse ceased for a while, but nature had intended him to be a bully, and soon enough he returned to form. I bore it with a new resolve, for I was no longer the only one who needed to be protected.

My husband had always been an enthusiastic drinker, but after the birth of Rebecca he began to lose himself in the bottle more frequently. Often, I would pass his office only to find him slumped against the desk, a glass of whisky clutched protectively in his hands. I was glad of those occasions, if only because they rendered him incapable of further cruelty.

It was commonplace to have our butler Brenton help my wreck of a husband upstairs to bed while I cleared up his papers. I’d always had a good head for numbers, so I soon found myself organising documents, or signing off on transactions that William had been too drunk to finalise. It became clear that I had a real aptitude for business, and I gradually took a larger role in the day-to-day affairs of the firm. Without a doubt, Shaw Mercantile would have gone under if it were not for my intervention. As the years went by, I took more and more control of my husband’s shipping company, if only because I knew we would lose everything otherwise.

When I was twenty-one, Sophia was born, and Melinda arrived a year and a half later. By then, William was so ravaged by drink that he was barely able to function. He didn’t take to his younger daughters in the same way he had with Rebecca. In fact, he barely seemed aware of their existence. For the most part, I was able to avoid his wrath, taking the children out on day trips with Miss Haggerty, and busying myself with the upkeep of Shaw Mercantile. William was either unaware I was running his business or pretended to be, I was never quite sure which.

My children, the upkeep of Shadowglen, and the maintenance of my husband’s business had forced responsibility upon me, giving purpose to my life. But despite having found and nurtured that inner strength, I still found myself on the receiving end of my husband’s cowardly rages from time to time. He blacked my eye one night, enraged by a “high and mighty” look he accused me of giving him while he fumbled through unlacing his shoes. I was obliged to explain it away by claiming to have walked into a low-hanging tree branch whilst strolling the grounds.

Then came the fateful day when William discovered that his pretty English rose was quite capable of drawing blood.

Melinda was barely a year old. I remember she was cradled in my arms while William and I were having a particularly nasty row about something or other. By that point, I could give as good as I got – in the verbal department, at least.

Brute though he was, I never dreamed William would dare to strike me with a babe in my arms, so when he took a swing and almost brained Melinda instead, I was dumbfounded, then livid with rage.

I managed to keep a calm demeanour, but later that evening I found William drunk in the bath, trying to shave himself with no success. By then, his hands seemed to have developed a permanent tremor.

“For God’s sake, help me with this – this bloody thing!” he growled. “I keep cutting myself!”

Calmly taking the straight razor from his shaking hands, I set about scraping away the stubble from his wretched face.

You know where this is going, don’t you? Of course you do.

Once my husband was impeccably shaved, the razor slowly made its way down to press against his jugular vein. Alarmed, William made to snatch at my wrist, but I stopped him in mid-motion with a single word. “Don’t.”

“Y-you… you wouldn’t dare, you mad bitch,” he squeaked, his face a deathly pallor.

My voice was cool and steady, which must have alarmed him even more. “Oh, I would, though. I’d like nothing more than to draw this blade across your throat and watch the life drain out of you.”

His eyes were frantically rolling, but he made no further attempts to move. “What the hell’s got into you, woman?!”

The razor still firmly resting against William’s quivering throat, I spoke low and clear into his ear. “If you ever lay a finger on me or my children again, I will kill you without hesitation, do you hear? You’ll never even know it happened. One evening you’ll pass out in your cups and never wake up again. If you have any sense left in that whisky-soaked brain of yours, you’ll mark me well, husband.”

With that, I pushed the straight razor back into his hand and closed his fingers around it. Perhaps that was foolhardy of me, but my message was clear enough: I’m not afraid of you anymore.

I left William in his tepid bathwater, eyes filled with terror.

That was the day I finally saw my husband for what he was: a cowardly, pathetic little man. It was also the day he saw me for who I was: a woman who had reached her limit. He never raised his hand to me again.

After that evening, William’s presence at Shadowglen was akin to that of a ghost. He occasionally spent time with Rebecca, but barely acknowledged the rest of us. His only real refuge was in a whisky glass, and he spent the remainder of his life in an alcoholic stupor.

Four years later, he was dead. As his spouse, and in the absence of an official will, everything he owned went to me – the house, the company, the money. I was set for life. And more importantly, I was free.

III

“Goodness me,” I said, as Victoria leaned back into the soft leather of her Chesterfield, lacing her hands together. “Remind me never to get on your wrong side.”

“Oh, I’m quite certain you could never invoke my wrath, Doris dear,” she told me with a smile. “But if you’re not over here in my lap with your skirt up around your waist in the next few seconds, who can say?”

And so I did as my lady wished. She hadn’t told me to slip my knickers down and off, but I took that extra liberty anyway. Parking myself on Victoria’s lap, I was rewarded with a finger plunging in and out of my cunt.

“You’re so wet,” she hissed in my ear. “So warm and wet.”

“I’m always wet for you,” I murmured back, a series of small orgasms going off inside me like firecrackers, one after the other. Often it happened this way – a prelude to a much greater detonation, which was quick to follow.

Once I’d caught my breath, Victoria pushed me away, then hiked her own skirt up, shifting forward to the edge of the chair and drawing her legs apart. She pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side, but not before I could notice the large damp patch at the crotch. “Eat my cunt,” she commanded.

I was down on my hands and knees in a moment, trailing my tongue through her musky folds. She smelled wonderful, a rich, earthy aroma every bit as enticing as the perfume of the rose upon her desk. She prised herself open for me, unsheathing the swollen nub of her clitoris. I took it into my mouth to suck, then flicked it back and forth with the tip of the tongue. Seeking and finding her arsehole, I wriggled a finger inside, fucking her bum while I attacked her cunt with my mouth. Soon enough, I had provoked Victoria to climax, her hands clutching handfuls of my hair while she cried out my name.

After discarding the rest of our clothes, Victoria had me sit on the edge of the desk while she drew one of my legs up and slotted her cunt against mine. Grinding against one another, we came several more times that morning, my thorny rose and I.

IV

With Victoria away on one of her forays into the city the next day and Shadowglen all to myself, I had ample time to consider her many revelations.

So much made sense to me now – the nature of her relationship with the brute of a man she’d had no choice but to call husband, her true desire forced into the shadows of an unhappy marriage, like so many others during that era of unbending convention. And the estrangement of her mother and father, who had engineered that terrible union. Now I knew why the girls rarely spoke of their grandparents. I don’t think they had much contact with them, if at all. There had been no visit from them since I had come to Shadowglen, that much I knew, nor from their paternal grandparents, for that matter.

And yet, that sham marriage had given her three beautiful daughters. I wondered if her bond with the girls had carried her through those years, a beacon of light in an otherwise dark world. Would she have succumbed to despair without them at her side?

And then there was us. Victoria and I.

If the revelations concerning her relationship with the housemaid and the marriage she’d subsequently been forced into weren’t enough, Victoria had left me reeling with her offer of Shadowglen as my permanent home, where I would live as her partner and lover.

Of course I was over the moon and eager to accept, but I also wondered how a relationship like ours could endure under the circumstances. 1935 was really no more tolerant or enlightened than 1919, when Victoria had been caught with her friend Nora, as far as romantic love between women was concerned. Which meant we would have no choice but to conceal our true feelings behind the walls of Shadowglen. We would be living a lie.

But then, wasn’t society fed and fueled by lies? In the orphanage alone, I’d been exposed to hundreds of them… and a glance through any newspaper might unearth dozens more. Lies told to the world, lies we told to ourselves. Did it really matter if Victoria and I added a few more to the grand tally?

Then there were the girls to consider. Would we have to keep our love, our passion a secret from them, too? Was such a thing even possible with the five of us living under the same roof? I didn’t know if Becky, Sophia or Melinda were even remotely aware of their mother’s penchant for other women.

I thought about all this as I dusted and polished and ironed. I thought long and hard. But honestly, I’d already accepted my situation. I loved Victoria, I loved the girls. And come what may, Shadowglen was my home now. After everything Victoria had told me, I no longer wanted to wring my hands over things I couldn’t control. This was the hand life had dealt me, and considering my humble circumstances, it was more than I had any right to expect. Perhaps it would work out, perhaps not, but regardless I would take each day as it arrived, and allow myself to be happy.

I didn’t have long to dwell on such things in the coming days, anyway. You see, Victoria wasn’t quite done surprising me.

V

Evenings at Shadowglen followed a familiar routine: The girls would return from school and spend an hour playing in the garden (or up in their rooms if the weather was wet) while Mrs. Broomfield and I prepared dinner, and Victoria finished off work in her study. After we’d eaten, and the dining room table cleared, I would spend a while helping the girls with their homework until bath time beckoned, or if it wasn’t bath night, simply let them scamper off to do as they pleased. Later, clad in dressing gowns and nighties, they would come down to the living room for mugs of cocoa before bedtime.

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let us return to homework at the dining room table.

It was still early evening, but the last of the summer daylight had been all but blotted out by dark, angry clouds and sheets of monsoon-like rain. The thunderstorm seemed to charge the air around us, invoking a kind of tense, unspoken exhilaration.

It was hot and humid. Sophia and Melinda were particularly giggly that evening, their eyes sparkling with a scintilla of mischief. Victoria – who had recently been spending more time with us whilst the girls worked on their homework assignments – cooled herself with a small Oriental fan, the first couple of buttons of her blouse popped free. Becky, so keen to emulate her mother, had partially unbuttoned her school shirt as well.

Victoria kept peering across at me, giving me smiles I couldn’t help but return. I’m sure Becky must have recognised them as more than just friendly exchanges. She kept stealing glances at me herself, almost as if she were vying with her mother for my attention. It seemed there was another kind of tension in the air that night – the one inside Shadowglen feeding off the other percolating outside.

I wasn’t immune to the charged atmosphere in the room. My nipples were inexplicably stiff and sensitive beneath my cotton shirt, and a dull, pleasant thrum stirred between my legs, leaving me aching for the attention that only a lover or a restless hand can offer.

I rolled up my sleeves, and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, placing a finger upon the textbook lying open before me on the table. “So, if Queen Elizabeth I reigned between 1558 and 1603, how many years was she queen?”

The question was directed at Sophia and Melinda. As the eldest sister, Becky scribbled away on her own separate assignment, occasionally peering up to ask me or her mother a question.

“Stop kicking me, Sophie!” Melinda groused as she counted away on her fingers. She was sitting between me and Victoria on one side of the table, with Becky and Sophia on the other.

“How do you know it’s me?” Sophia returned with a smirk. “It might be Becky or Doris kicking you. Or even Mummy!”

“I know it’s you because I can see your head bobbing up and down,” a grinning Melinda replied, and bounced up and down in her chair to illustrate the point.

“Keep your feet to yourselves and concentrate on your homework, both of you,” Victoria told them, and Sophia gave a little pout.

Melinda slid her chair back from the table. “There. You can’t get me now, Sophie, can you?”

It was very hard not to notice that the ten-year-old’s plaid skirt had ridden up to her waist. Harder still to ignore the sight of her white knickers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Victoria had encouraged me to admire the beauty of her two youngest daughters as they bathed, but I had done more than that, much more. I had allowed myself to see them through a lens of sexuality; even summoned up images of them while I masturbated. Surely that hadn’t been Victoria’s intention. Would she be cross with me if she knew? It seemed likely.

But still, those knickers… tantalising flashes of white against the pale, smooth flesh of Melinda’s inner thighs. The child seemed oblivious to my furtive peeks as her legs scissored to and fro, and God knows I tried not to look. But isn’t it always the way that when you do your best not to look at something, you just end up doing it all the more?

I managed to drag my eyes away from between Melinda’s legs for the umpteenth time, then glanced up to find Victoria peering back at me. Good God, had she noticed where I’d been looking? She didn’t appear to be angry, or even annoyed – on the contrary, she regarded me with an amused smile.

Perhaps she hadn’t seen what I was up to. Or she simply read nothing untoward in it. After all, it was Victoria who had insisted there was no shame in looking. She could hardly blame me for taking her advice to heart, I reasoned. Nevertheless, I felt my face turn warm under her gaze.

“Forty-five years!” Sophia cried out, making me jump.

“Hmm?” I murmured.

She scowled at me. “Elizabeth I was queen for forty-five years. Pay attention, Doris!”

“Why was she called the Virgin Queen?” Melinda enquired, her legs now thankfully closed.

Becky gave a little snort, but didn’t look up from her textbook.

I did my best to compose myself. “Well… she never took a husband or had children.”

“Why not? Didn’t she need children to take over when she died?”

“Yes, ideally she would’ve produced heirs, but… honestly, no one’s really sure why.”

“Perhaps Elizabeth decided no man was up to the task of prince consort,” Victoria said cooly, her eyes probing mine. “Who knows? She might’ve preferred a queen consort instead.”

“Mother!” Becky admonished, then gave me a brief furtive glance, colour tinging her cheeks.

The younger girls seemed puzzled. “How can a queen have a queen?” asked Melinda.

“I think your mother is making a little joke,” I mumbled. “So, er… yes, forty-five years was the correct answer, Sophia. The next question…” I scanned the textbook in front of me, glad to have something other than Victoria’s unyielding gaze to command my attention. “What was the name of the theatre where Shakespeare’s plays were staged?”

“The Globe!” Melinda proudly announced.

“Very good.” I replied.

And all the while thunder rumbled outside like the laughter of gods. The rain hadn’t let up a jot, the air still humid and clingy; charged with possibility.

VI

Come morning, the rain and thunder had given way to clear skies and sunshine. A fine day for hanging out washing, which was just as well, as it was laundry day.

Having done my fair share of scrubbing clothes by hand in the orphanage scullery, Victoria’s top of the range Savage electric washing machine was a gift sent by heaven. Initially I was terrified of the noisy thing, and tried without success to convince Victoria that washing clothes the old fashioned way would get them cleaner. But I soon came to relish feeding sheets and garments of clothing into the drum, then watching with a peculiar species of hypnotic awe as they went round and round.

I never got used to the spin cycle, though. Even with the lid firmly attached, I would stand well clear of the big vibrating behemoth, convinced it would suddenly explode and destroy half the house, or worse – suck me into its whirring maw and swallow me whole, leaving nothing but a pair of vacant shoes to prove I was ever there.

I was pouring detergent into the revolving drum, happily humming away to myself when I felt hands around my waist; warm lips teasing the nape of my neck. I gasped in pleasure, pushing back against Victoria’s body, eager to give my lover whatever she wanted.

One of her hands appeared in front of me, delving into the unwashed pile of clothing on the counter to snatch up a pair of white knickers, the same ones Melinda had worn the previous evening. I’d rubbed myself to a splendid climax later that night, pretending she’d been letting me look up her dress on purpose.

Victoria held her daughter’s underpants before me for a moment, then brought them to my face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I mumbled through the soft cotton. It held a light, musky scent, and I felt a twinge of excitement in the midst of my confusion, knowing it was the aroma of Melinda’s sex.

When I tried to pull the knickers away, Victoria batted my hand aside. “Shhh… Isn’t this what you want, Doris? I saw you last night, peeking at my little girl’s smalls. Or is it what’s underneath that interests you?”

“I d-don’t know what you mean,” I protested, squirming inside and out.

“Oh, I think you do,” Victoria insisted. “There’s no need to deny it. In fact, I was rather hoping you felt that way.”

What on earth did she mean by that? Goodness knows, Victoria was no shrinking violet when it came to sex – I’d seen her do things that would make a sailor blush – but this was something new, and it unnerved me a little.

Drawing Melinda’s knickers away, Victoria let them drop into the pile of clothing, then pulled the whole lot onto the floor, along with the unwashed sheets and towels. “I need to ask you something very important, Doris,” she crooned. “But first, I’m going to fuck you.”

With our own clothes stripped away and added to the pile on the floor, we lay down and made love hard and fast amongst the dirty laundry. Victoria ground herself against my sex with an urgency that thrilled me. I twisted my hips and pressed into her, seeking that sweet spot where cunt aligns perfectly with cunt. We came against one another that way, our union brief but no less exquisite for that.

Our clothes given up for lost amongst the jumble of dirty laundry, we scampered naked up the stairs and retreated into Victoria’s room, laughing like giddy schoolgirls. We lay stretched out on the bed.

I remembered Victoria’s earlier words. “What was the important thing you wanted to ask me?

Victoria gazed at me for a long moment, as if she was weighing her options. Finally, she spoke. “You know, Doris… I often wonder how my life might have been different.”

“What do you mean?”

“If Nora and I had been allowed to be together, to live as lovers. If society had permitted such a thing.”

“But then you wouldn’t have had the girls,” I pointed out.

“No. And I have no regrets… except for not knowing what became of poor Nora, of course. Still, I wonder how things would’ve turned out if we’d been able to pursue our love. She and I never had a chance. But if I want to give the girls the choice I never had, I must do so before they get much older and society manages to sink its damned hooks in.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, and my confusion must have shown.

“I believe most women and girls have sapphic tendencies, Doris,” Victoria opined. “I don’t know what purpose that might serve from nature’s point of view, and I don’t think the same can be said of men and boys – at least, not to the same extent – but there’s always been a certain intimacy between women that’s hard to define.

“My daughters might grow up to marry men and have children of their own, and I have no objection to that, if it’s what they choose. But I want to show them there’s another way. It might be too late for Rebecca – she’s old enough to know her own mind, and just as stubborn as I was at that age, but I believe Melinda and Sophia are still young enough to be receptive to new possibilities.”

I propped myself up on an elbow, carefully regarding my lady. “I don’t quite understand. You think the girls need some kind of… education in how women make love to other women?”

Victoria ran the tips of her fingers down the contours of my body, across the swell of my breast and rib cage, then over my hips and thighs. “I’ve seen how you look at my daughters, Doris. All three of them. You’re not very good at hiding your true feelings, my sweet. And wasn’t it me who encouraged you to pay close attention to Melinda and Sophia when they were naked? Would you be shocked if I told you my intentions weren’t altogether innocent?”

I opened my mouth to speak, realised I had no words, then shut it again.

“And surely you’ve not failed to notice the way the two of them act around you. I certainly haven’t. The way their eyes sparkle, how they get silly and giggly. They’re especially animated when they come down for cocoa after their bath.”

“I… I began looking at them, just like you said I should,” I told her. “They noticed straight away – I suppose you’re right, I’m not very good at hiding things. But they seemed to like it. Now it’s as if they want me to look at them whenever their clothes are off. Maybe it’s just a fun game to them, or maybe—”

Victoria intercepted my fumbling attempt to explain with a new question. “Are you attracted to my daughters, Doris? Tell me truthfully, and know that I have no objections either way. None at all. But you must be honest.”

I stared at her, unsure how to proceed. Once the words were out, there would be no taking them back. Of course I was attracted to the girls. Hadn’t I masturbated to thoughts of them? Wasn’t I seizing every opportunity to ogle Melinda and Sophia’s bare bodies in the bath? Didn’t I long to see Becky strip down to her underthings in front of me again, just as she’d done that day in the shop changing booth?

Victoria demanded the truth. How could I give her anything less?

“I think they’re beautiful, Victoria. Yes, I find them attractive. And I… I think about them that way, yes.”

She reached across to kiss me full on the lips, lingering for a long moment before pulling away and fixing me with an intense look. “Do you love me, Doris?”

“You know I do.”

“And how far would you go to please me?”

I took her hand and kissed the palm, the gesture almost as much an act of fealty as it was affection. “I’d do anything for you,” I murmured.

“Would you?” she asked. “I wonder.”

She seemed to consider her next words carefully. “Tonight you’ll bathe with Sophia and Melinda. You will wash them, and let them wash you. You’ll touch them intimately, show them how girls may pleasure each other. And if you can, Doris, you will bring them to climax. Do you understand?”

I slowly nodded my assent, trying to absorb the full meaning of her words. Victoria was instructing me to seduce her two youngest daughters. There was no room for misinterpretation.

There were questions, though. Whys and Hows and What-Ifs. But I was very aware of not rocking the boat at that particular moment. I had dreamt of being intimate with the girls, had fantasised about it, and now, against all my wildest expectations, Victoria was actually giving me permission to do just that. Devious though it might have been, I didn’t want to give her an opportunity to change her mind.

So I reduced my questions down to just one. “Aren’t they too young to feel that kind of pleasure?”

Victoria pulled me on top of her. “Girls are able to become aroused at a very young age. Even as babies, in fact.”

I didn’t ask her how she could know that, nor did it seem important at that moment. With my mind filled with illicit thoughts of her children, and all the wild possibilities that bath time might bring, Victoria Shaw and I fucked the afternoon away like two rutting animals.

Soon to come: Chapter Nine!

 

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

That evening, Kelly, Gabby and Jan all come together in a threesome for the first time… but probably not the last!

The next day, Linda picks her daughters up for the drive back home. By then, she feels certain her daughters are having sex with each other, and is perplexed to find herself aroused by the thought of it.

Later, she pays a visit to Gabby in her room, intent on having a chat with her youngest daughter about sex. Deciding to be honest with her mom, Gabby tells Linda everything she and Kelly have been up to, including their weekend with Aunt Jan. Linda is so turned on by Gabby’s revelations that she impulsively offers to touch her nine-year-old until she comes. Gabby is quick to accept. Afterward, Linda promises that they can make love again… and Kelly can join them.

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Ali and her mother Cheryl were nestled together in bed, unwinding from a vigorous fuck. They’d just tribbed each other to a glorious mutual orgasm.

“Is Pam a good kisser?” asked Cheryl, idly trailing two fingers through her oldest daughter’s anal cleft.

“Oh, sure,” Ali replied, then paused to take a long, luxurious yawn. “I knew she would be, what with all the practice she’s been getting with Gabby.”

“Mmmm, Gabby,” Cheryl purred. “God, do I ever want into that little girl’s pants.”

Propping herself up on one elbow, Ali studied her mother thoughtfully. “Do you want her more than Pam, then?”

Cheryl shrugged. “It’s not a contest.” Musing for a moment, she added, “Y’know, I’ve lusted after your sister since she was kindergarten age, at least. I think she was six, the first time I rubbed myself off while thinking about her. Every day, I see young girls who turn me on, but this… this need I have for Pam, it’s a part of me. Hard to compare that desire to anything else.” She reached out; took Alicia’s hand. “Well, except the way I feel for you, sweetheart. There’s nothing on earth like the love a mother has for her daughter. Never forget that.”

They came together in a tender kiss, then Ali chuckled. “Thinking about it now, it seems kinda weird… y’know, how you waited until I was thirteen to make a move on me?”

“Oh, it took me a long while to understand what I really wanted, you know that. The way I always felt lightheaded when I saw you undressed, or in a cute bathing suit… See, I thought that was just me being a proud mom.”

Placing a hand on her mother’s vulva, Ali gently cupped it. “When did you figure out how you really felt?”

Narrowing her eyes, Cheryl said, “This story again? Babe, you’ve heard it dozens of times.”

“It’s my favorite story,” said the grinning teen. “Gets me hot, every time you tell it.”

“Me too, actually,” Cheryl purred, placing a tiny kiss on her daughter’s nose. “You’d just finished taking a shower, and had a towel wrapped around your body. Well, I just meant to pop my head in and ask you to bring your backpack up from the living room, but you were facing away… and before I could say anything, you let the towel fall.”

“Oooh!” Ali squealed. “My, what a wicked little girl I was.”

By then, Cheryl was dreamy-eyed, caught up in her tale. “I hadn’t seen you naked in a couple of years… and omigod, it hit me like a, a tidal wave. Such a lovely sight…” She gave a blissful sigh. “That’s when I knew the truth. I felt desire, sexual desire for my thirteen-year-old daughter. I wanted you, sweetheart… and then, somehow, you figured out how I felt.”

Ali nodded. “I don’t know how I knew, but yeah, I did. I mean, I already figured out you were gay–”

“From snooping around on my laptop, you little minx,” Cheryl said.

“Whatever. And that was when I thought, Whoa, Mom likes ME that way? So… I wanted to show you that, if you really wanted to do stuff with me, I was way into that!”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Lord, I remember those days. Barely wearing clothes around the house, giving me peeks down your top, always dropping things in front of me so you’d have to bend over and pick them up… I don’t think I’ve ever masturbated so often in my life. Three times a day, at least!”

“Yeah, and I’d already figured out that I liked girls. So I was waiting for you to, y’know, do something. Maybe try and kiss me.”

“Oh, no, no. I’d never have been brave enough to make the first move,” said Cheryl.

“Yeah, and finally I couldn’t wait any more,” Ali replied with a shrug. “And I figured the worst that could happen was you’d just say no. So that one night, I took off all my clothes, snuck down to your room and got in bed with you.”

“That you did. And then… it happened,” Cheryl said, pausing to kiss her daughter’s brow. “Like something out of a dream. That was the happiest moment of my life, I swear.”

“Just wait until you make love to Pam,” Ali said. “She’s got the sweetest pussy I ever tasted.”

Cheryl sighed heavily. “Oh, I’m sure she does. It’s just… Pam’s only nine. Even if she likes girls, I’m not sure if she’s ready for sex with her mother.”

Ali thought for a moment, then said, “Look, Mom… I’ve got a really interesting idea. If it works out, you’ll get to fuck not only Pam, but Gabby as well. And me too, of course. A mini-orgy, right under our own roof. Wanna hear it?”

Cheryl studied her oldest daughter. “I’m listening…”

Ali sat up, the sheet falling to bare her breasts. “We tell Pam she ought to invite Gabby to stay the night. This Friday, say. Now, Gabby’s already said she wants to see me naked, and I guarantee she’s open to a lot more than that. Now, what if the three of us start fooling around, then I ask the girls if they’d like to see something really hot. And when they say ‘Sure’, guess where I take them?”

“Um, down to the living room, to watch lesbian porn…?”

“Nope!” Ali fired back. “We go down the hallway to peek through a certain door that just happens to be open. And there we’ll get a good long look at Pam and Ali’s mom, stark naked and rubbing her cunt.”

“Wait, wait!” Cheryl exclaimed, sitting upright. “You’re suggesting I put on a sex show?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, c’mon, Mom – tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”

“Actually, it does,” Cheryl agreed after a moment’s reflection. “But how do we get from there to the four of us in bed together?”

“Like this. We’ll peek into your room for a few minutes, and that’ll be plenty of time for me to figure out if the girls are into watching you… though I’m totally sure they will be. Then we’ll sneak back to my room, and I’ll leave the door slightly open, just like you will. You wait about ten minutes or so, until we’re having sex, then come in and ‘catch’ us. Don’t even bother to dress – come in naked. If that doesn’t turn into a fuck-fest, I give up.”

Cheryl pondered the idea, then slowly nodded. “I mean, they’re both into sex with girls, and Pam’s already doing incest with you… well, it might work. I guess the only question is if they’re willing to fool around with an older woman.”

“Oh, give me a break, Mom,” Ali sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re a total sex bomb, and the girls are gonna be all over you like syrup on waffles.”

Reaching for her daughter’s hand, a smiling Cheryl drew Ali into her arms. “You always know the right thing to say, sweetheart,” she murmured, cradling the teen close. “Fine, then. We’ll give your idea a shot. First, we set up the sleepover, then we’ll take it from there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now… can I have a kiss, Mom? A nice juicy one.”

“Oh, God,” Cheryl moaned, her body pulsing with reawakened desire. Her lips met Ali’s, then mother and daughter came together in a kiss that quickly grew deep and heated. She rolled onto her back, bringing Ali along, pressing her thigh between the girl’s legs.

“Yeah. Fuck me, Mom,” Ali whispered.

***

Pam loved her mother’s suggestion that they invite Gabby to come by for a sleepover after the Fourth of July celebration. Gabby had been out of town for a few days, visiting her aunt, and Pam was practically bursting with news to share with her best friend.

After weeks of wondering if it would ever happen, Pam finally got to have sex with her big sister Alicia. They’d played all the hot, naked games she’d explored with Gabby, along with some new things Pam had never done before, Best of all, Ali said they could do it again — anytime they felt like it!

Falling back on the bed, Pam gleefully hugged herself. Oh, man… Gabby is gonna flip OUT when I tell her!

***

On the morning of the Fourth, Gabby awakened, thrilled about the day ahead… and still awed by the amazing weekend she’d had. So much had happened to change her life, nearly all of it for the better. Well, losing Daddy and our dog to a bolt of lightning was awful, and Kelly ending up in a coma was pretty bad, too, even if she did wake up from it.

But when Kelly finally did emerge from her unconscious state, she wasn’t the same big sister as before. In fact, she was almost completely different. And that was when Gabby’s life – and the lives of her family and friends – entered uncharted territory.

Three months earlier, she’d seldom given much thought to sex. Then, not long before the tragedy that claimed her father’s life, Gabby’s best friend Pam had taught her to masturbate. Not knowing what to expect, Gabby was hooked from the first, and began to finger herself to climax nearly every night.

One afternoon, she and Pam decided to masturbate together, and they immediately agreed that it was way hotter when you got to watch someone else do it at the same time. After that, the two nine-year-olds got together as often as they could to pleasure themselves.

When Pam hesitantly suggested they try touching each other, Gabby loved the idea – in fact, she was annoyed with herself for not thinking of it first. Seating themselves side by side, the girls fondled one another to orgasm, agreeing afterwards that it felt lots better than doing it on your own.

That was the last time Gabby and Pam had to share those lovely feelings for a while. Two days later the violent thunderstorm came, the one that took the life of Gabby’s father and left her sister permanently unconscious in a hospital bed. A heartbroken Gabby spent all her spare time with Kelly, desperately wishing for her older sibling to awaken.

When Kelly finally did come to, Gabby and her mother Linda were beside themselves with joy – that is, they learned that the accident had robbed Kelly of her past, the girl’s memory completely wiped away. She couldn’t remember her mother or sister, she now spoke fluent Spanish, and she’d developed an obsession with seeing girls and women naked, especially her mother and younger sister.

As it turned out, Kelly wanted much more from Gabby than a glimpse of her in the nude. Soon, she’d taught her sister how lovers kiss; soon thereafter, they were exploring sex together. After the masturbation games she’d enjoyed with Pam, it didn’t seem so very odd to fool around with her beloved older sibling.

Their sexual activities only snowballed from there. Not long after Kelly licked Gabby’s pussy for the first time, the two girls introduced Pam to their fun and games. Gabby felt warm and tingly between her legs as she remembered how awesome it was, having sex with her big sister and Pam at the same time.

Then there was Aunt Jan, Mom’s sister. When the girls stayed with Jan for the weekend while Linda visited a spa, somehow Kelly had persuaded their aunt to join them in bed. They spent the rest of the weekend having sex.

Slipping a hand into her panties, Gabby began to touch herself, thinking about the things she’d done with her sister and her aunt. For one thing, Kelly taught her how to lick pussy, and Gabby got to make both Jan and Kelly come with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride, remembering it. Now I’m a lover for real.

As Gabby explored the interior of her moistening cunt with a finger, her thoughts drifted to the previous night, when Linda, her mom, touched her until she came. Then they kissed, with tongues and everything!

That was awesome, Gabby thought. Even better, Mom says we can do it again, only this time with Kelly!

As she pictured the three of them making love, Gabby reached a sudden, intense orgasm. She brought her finger to her nose, sniffed it, then slipped it into her mouth to suck clean. With a contented sigh, she pulled the sheet back up to her chin and settled in, soon falling asleep.

***

Later that afternoon, Kelly was standing next to her mother Linda at the fairground, where the Fourth of July celebration was in full swing. As Kelly munched the last of her cheesy fries, she couldn’t help but notice all the sexy girls in the vicinity. They all seemed to be similarly dressed, in short denim cut-offs and tank tops or snug t-shirts. That’s what Gabby and Pam were wearing. Kelly watched as the two friends wandered off together, holding hands.

This was the first time Kelly had been part of a large gathering since the accident – and it gave her an odd feeling, especially when accompanied by the sexual hunger that never seemed to leave her for very long. Whenever a girl looked at her, Kelly had to wonder if it was someone she knew.

At one point an especially cute teenage girl gave her a smile. What would she do if I went right up to her and gave her a kiss? Kelly wondered. Bet she’d like it. Mother would probably freak, though.

Glancing around at the other girls in their shorts, Kelly smiled. I’m glad I wore this nice blue and white sundress. It makes me seem a little different from all the other girls. Wonder what they would think if they knew I was totally naked underneath?

***

Pam and Gabby sat side by side in the shade of a large oak tree on the periphery of the fairground. Any passersby who happened to glance at the two nine-year-olds wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual. That is, unless they could hear what the girls were discussing.

“So… I had a sleepover with my sister last night.” said Pam.

Gabby shrugged. “Um, okay,” she replied, wondering why Pam had led her away from the crowd to chat.

“Remember how you wanted to see Ali naked? Well, I asked her about that.”

That got Gabby’s attention in a flash. “You did!? Omigosh, what did she say?”

“She said yeah, you totally can.”

“Cool!” was Gabby’s immediate reply. She was poised to tell Pam all about what had happened at Aunt Jan’s house, how she’d not only had sex with Kelly, but also her aunt… and then with Mom, after they got back home. Then she thought better of it, since grownups were involved. I better ask Mom if it’s okay, she decided.

Pam continued. “Ali said we can have a sleepover with her tonight, after the fireworks are done. Want to?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!” Gabby answered, nodding eagerly. “Can Kelly come?”

“Oh, sure!” Pam affirmed, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Gabby could see that Pam was bursting with more news. She grinned, gently elbowing her friend. “What else? You’ve got more to say, I can tell!”

Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one could hear, Pam lowered her voice to a murmur. “Me and Ali fucked last night.”

It took a few seconds for Pam’s words to sink in, then Gabby gasped, “No way!”

“Yes way,” Pam said, practically bouncing where she sat. “She licked my pussy, I licked hers… and all kinds of cool, sexy stuff. We did it, like, three times, and oh, Gabs, it was the best.”

Gabby’s mouth hung open a moment, her mind racing. “Does that mean when me and Kelly come over tonight… we’re all gonna have a big sex party?”

Pam smiled, slowly nodding. “Yep.”

Pumping a fist in the air, Gabby cried, “Yeah!”

***

Meanwhile, Pam’s mother Cheryl was hanging out with Linda, the two women sipping coffee they’d just purchased from a Brazilian food truck.

After some small talk, mostly about Linda’s time at the spa, Cheryl told her friend, “Pam and Ali are having a sleepover tonight, and they wanted to invite your girls to stay over.”

“Kelly too?” Linda asked. Okay, that’s odd. In all the time she and Cheryl had been neighbors, they’d never had a sleepover like that, one with all four of their daughters participating.

A low throb began to pulse between Linda’s thighs as the significance of this little ‘sleepover’ sank in. Bet there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight. And Ali’s going to be part of it, eh? Gabby didn’t mention her being part of their all-girl fuck club…

“Inviting Kelly was Ali’s idea, but Pam went right along with it. And hell, I figured you could use some time to yourself.”

“Yeah, I would be okay with some alone time,” Linda replied. “All that driving I did yesterday really took it out of me.” She smiled at her friend. “Thanks for offering to look after the girls for me, Cheryl. You’re a brave, brave soul. Four girls at a sleepover… you never know what kind of shenanigans they might get up to!”

“Nothing I can’t survive!” Cheryl said, then smiled to herself. Actually, I’m counting on the girls to get up to some VERY wicked shenanigans.

***

As dusk approached, both families waited together for the firework display. Linda and Cheryl chatted about this and that. Sixteen-year-old Ali rested a hand on her sister Pam’s shoulder. Standing behind the others, Kelly carefully reached out to fondle Gabby’s ass. The girl started – then relaxed, giving Kelly an adoring glance over her shoulder.

Gabby had breathlessly informed Kelly a few minutes earlier about the sleepover with Ali and Pam, so both girls were buzzing with anticipation for the fun and games to come.

As usual, a test firework was set off before the actual show began, and Kelly flinched when the big boom went off. No one seemed to notice but Linda, who was alarmed to see a look of horror on her daughter’s face.

“Come on girls,” Cheryl said, “Let’s find a good spot to watch from. The fireworks will be starting soon.”

As the others looked for an open place on the lawn, the first of the fireworks went off, exploding in a splash of bright blue across the evening sky. While the crowd oohed and aahed, Kelly seized her mother around the waist. She buried her face in Linda’s chest, sobbing in fear.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Linda murmured, holding her daughter close.

“I d-don’t like this, Mother,” Kelly whimpered. “Please, can we go now?”

“But… what about the sleepover at Cheryl’s?”

Kelly shook her head, now shivering from head to toe. “Please, let’s go. Please!”

Linda turned to Cheryl, “This is too much for Kelly. I’m going to take her home.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead,” Cheryl replied, her brow furrowed in concern. “Poor kid. You can leave Gabby with me – she can just come home with us afterwards. I’ll give her one of Pam’s nighties to sleep in.”

Hugging her big sister, Gabby said, “I’m sorry you feel bad, Kel. Maybe you can come join us later, okay?”

With quick goodbyes, Linda and Kelly took their leave, while Cheryl, her daughters and Gabby settled in to watch the fireworks.

Kelly’s fright was so intense that she raced ahead to the car. By the time Linda got there, her daughter was hunkered down on the side facing away from the fireworks, shaking harder now, both hands tightly clamped over her ears. When Linda unlocked the passenger door, Kelly scrambled inside, then covered her ears again. After a mile or two the sounds were out of range. Kelly managed to relax a bit, though she still seemed very unhappy.

Once Linda switched off the ignition and the garage door closed, Kelly exited the car without a word and trudged into the house. When Linda entered, she found her daughter slumped back on the sofa, looking miserable.

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Linda said, sitting next to her daughter.

“It’s not,” Kelly pouted, staring at her knees. “I acted like a great big baby in front of everyone.” She looked up at her mother. “Was I always that scared of fireworks?”

“No. You used to enjoy them.”

Kelly said nothing, just sighed heavily.

“Why don’t you lie down for a little while, sweetie?” said Linda. “Maybe take a nap. You’ll feel better.”

“I guess,” the eleven-year-old replied with a shrug.

Linda stood. “Come along… you can rest in my room,” she said, extending a hand to Kelly, who slowly rose to her feet.

Leading the girl upstairs, Linda told her, “Go wash up, honey. I’ll get you a pair of pajamas.”

Kelly went into the bathroom and washed her face. She was brushing her teeth when her mother returned, pajamas in hand. “Here you are,” Linda said, “Put these on when you’re done. I’ll be right back.”

When Linda came back a few minutes later, changed into sweatpants and a faded Neil Young t-shirt, Kelly was tucked up in bed in her yellow cotton pajamas. She still seemed glum.

Kneeling next to her daughter, Linda gave the girl a hug. “Don’t be unhappy, Kel. We’ve all got things we’re afraid of. Me, I’m scared of spiders, always have been.”

“It’s okay, Mother, ” Kelly sighed, “I’ve got a really bad headache, though. Can you turn the light off?”

“Oh, of course.” Linda got up and hit the switch, leaving the room lit from the hall. “I’ll get you a couple of aspirin.”

“Thanks,” Kelly replied.

Making her way to the kitchen, Linda had just taken the aspirin bottle from the cupboard when the phone rang. It was Gabby. “Hiya, Mom. We’re all back at Cheryl’s. So… is Kelly coming over?”

“No, honey. Kelly’s not feeling well. She’s going to stay home and get some rest.”

Gabby sighed. “Okay, I guess. Will you give her a hug for me, and tell her to get better soon?”

That made Linda smile. “Sure I will. Now, you be a good girl while you’re at Cheryl’s. Actually, can you put her on?”

“Sure.” Gabby said, then Linda heard her youngest call, “Hey, Cheryl. Mom wants to talk to you.” Then back into the phone, “Love you, Mom… goodnight!”

“Love you too, Gabby.” Linda said, but her daughter had already passed the phone along

“Hey, you,” Cheryl said. “Is Kelly okay?”

“She’s a little out of it. Those fireworks spooked her pretty bad, and now she’s got a nasty headache. A good night’s sleep should set her straight. By the way, thanks for letting Gabby stay over tonight.”

“No problem. Man, the girls are really wound up. Got a feeling they’ll be staying up late… and we’ll all be sleeping in. Is it okay if Gabby doesn’t make it back home in time for breakfast?”

“That’s fine. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, Cheryl.”

“Goodnight.”

Linda hung up, then went back upstairs with two aspirin and a glass of water, only to find that Kelly had managed to doze off. “How about that,” she murmured.

Setting the glass and aspirins on the nightstand, she undressed, got into an extra-large t-shirt and slipped into bed alongside her daughter. She gently took Kelly in her arms, then buried her nose in the girl’s sweet-smelling hair.

God, I want her, Linda told herself. And if what Gabby told me is true, Kelly feels exactly the same. It feels so strange to hold my child, knowing that I’ll soon be making love to her. 

She felt an urge to masturbate, but decided against it. Stay hungry, she thought.

Linda grappled with sexual fantasies of her daughters for a few minutes, then fell asleep.

***

Standing in Alicia’s doorway, Cheryl was looking in on her daughters and their friend. She had changed into a gauzy blue nightie, one that barely concealed her generous breasts, with a black thong underneath. The girls were all in t-shirts and panties, and Cheryl had to be careful not to let her eyes wander.

“Okay, girls,” she said, “you can stay up late as you like, but keep the noise down, because I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” the three girls called out, and with a wink, Cheryl turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Wow, she’s sexy, Gabby mused. She’d never had thoughts like that about Pam’s mother before, but she sure was having them now! Wish Cheryl could stay and play with us. I’d totally love to see all of her.

Meanwhile, Ali was watching Gabby closely. Oh, yeah, she was for sure checking out Mom’s ass. Fuck, that’s hot. She had resisted the urge to finger her pussy for the entire day, and was itching to take off her skimpy nightwear and get down and dirty with the younger girls. But I need to wait a few minutes, until Mom’s been gone long enough that Pam and Gabby think she’s really asleep. It was all part of the plan she and her mother had worked out earlier.

There were a few minutes of idle chat about this and that as the girls got settled in. It was all completely innocent, but Ali wasn’t fooled. Her younger sister and Gabby were fired up with excitement, anticipating the sexual games they would soon be playing.

With a glance at the clock, Alicia decided to get things going. Smiling at her sister’s little friend, she said, “So, Gabby… Pam told you about how we like to fool around, right?”

“Yeah,” Gabby replied. “It sounds like lots of fun.”

“Oh, it is,” Alicia said. “Pam also told me that you guys do stuff, too. I think that’s great. She said you want to see me naked; is that right?”

Gabby had butterflies in her tummy. She felt shy, but also thrilled – so much that when she spoke, her voice was higher than usual. “I… I think you’re beautiful, Ali. And yeah, I’d love to see you with nothing on.”

Ali reached out to caress the nine-year-old’s cheek. “Let’s make that happen, then.” She turned to saunter into the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder to add, “I’ll be right back,” before she closed the door.

Pam took Gabby’s hand. “Let’s sit here,” she said, leading her friend to the edge of Ali’s bed, where they sat side by side, their bodies touching.

“I… I love you, Gabby,” Pam murmured shyly. “You’ve been my best friend for, omigosh, ages… and now we get to be girlfriends, too.” Suddenly the girl was grinning, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Are you looking forward to doing sex with Ali? You are, right?”

“Oh, I am!” Gabby squealed. “I think Ali is way hot. I love you too, Pam… and I’m totally cool with being your girlfriend. But, um, we can still fuck our sisters, right?”

“Well, yeah… we’re gonna be fucking my sister in a minute, y’know.” Pam paused to study her friend. “Gotta say, you look way cute right now.” She paused, moistened her lips. “Gabby? Can I kiss you?”

“Took you long enough!” Gabby replied, giggling as she reached for her friend.

When Ali returned a minute or so later, she was treated to the sight of the two nine-year-olds sharing deep tongue kisses.

While in the bathroom, the teen had quickly undressed and freshened herself up. Now she stood in the bedroom wearing a short white silk robe and nothing else. Watching the two preteen girls make out set Ali’s pulse to racing. Her nipples were swollen and lightly brushing against the fabric of the robe.

Advancing to the bed, Ali placed a hand on the shoulder of each girl. Pam and Gabby slowly drifted apart, as if waking from a blissful slumber.

Ali could feel warmth pulsing between her legs as she studied the flushed faces of the girls. Their mouths were wet from kissing, a dreamy cast to their eyes. They were short of breath, and Ali was fairly certain she could see a damp patch on the front of Pam’s underpants.

Gabby sat spellbound as Ali reached out to take her hand. The teen held it a moment, then guided it to her face, giving the young girl’s palm a long, slow lick.

“Oh, God,” Gabby whispered, a tiny shiver flickering through her boyish body.

Ali brought Gabby’s hand close to her belly, then wrapped the nine-year-old’s fingers around one end of the sash that held her robe closed. She smiled down at her sister’s little friend. “When you’re ready to see me, just pull this.”

A dazed Gabby stared in awe at the teen. She nearly pulled the sash right then, but paused to take a good look first. Feast my eyes – that’s what they say, huh? Well, I’m gonna do that right now. I want to remember this for the rest of my life. 

She began with a long look at Ali’s bare feet, taking in the bright pink polish that adorned her toenails, then allowed her gaze to travel up the older girl’s shapely legs. Ali’s robe hung just far enough above her knees to show off a generous portion of creamy thigh.

Now Gabby studied the shape of Ali’s body through the robe. The curvy hips, the breasts, the hint of erect nipples, the elegant line of Ali’s neck, her eyes and face, the long red hair spilling over the teen’s shoulders. She loved all of it.

Pam was watching this sexy scenario unfold, lightly pressing a hand against the front of her panties. By then, she was used to seeing Ali nude, yet it never failed to excite her.

Still clutching the sash, Gabby knew she was ready. She tightened her fingers, then slowly tugged, pulling an inch at a time until Ali’s robe fell open.

Gabby’s heart pounded at the sight. So sexy… yet at the same time, so beautiful that it made her want to cry. Ali’s nipples were still barely concealed, but Gabby had a tantalizing view of the teen’s breasts. She stared at the older girl’s firm tummy, the tiny cleft of her navel and, most exciting of all. a neatly trimmed triangle of curly auburn pubes framing juicy labia. Licking her lips, Gabby imagined how it would taste.

Shrugging out of the robe, Ali tossed it aside. Every move she made caused her breasts to sway slightly. They weren’t as big as they would be in a year or two, but to Gabby they were perfect, absolutely perfect.

“Holy cow, Ali,” Gabby finally managed to say, “You’re… you’re way hot. You could be in the movies.”

“Aww… aren’t you sweet,” Ali replied with a flirtatious grin.

In the meantime, Pam had removed her t-shirt and panties. Now naked, she moved to stand next to her big sister. “What about me, Gabby… could I be in a movie? A sexy one?”

“Prob’ly not. You’re still just a kid like me, so whoever made that movie would get in BIG trouble. Tell you what, though – if you were in a sexy movie, I’d go see it for sure!” Much as she liked seeing a girl naked, seeing two at the same time was even better, especially if they were just about to have sex. Even more when it’s sisters who are gonna fuck, she told herself. Or a mom and her little girl. Not sure why that kind of thing makes me feel all warm and tingly inside… but oh, wow, it totally does!

Pam took a step toward her friend, “Okay, Gabs. Your turn to get naked. Here… let me help you!” She extended a hand and Gabby took it, rising to her feet.

Kneeling, Pam pulled the long t-shirt Gabby was wearing up high enough to grasp the waistband of her panties, then slid them down to the carpet. By then, Ali had stretched out on the bed and was gently caressing her slit as she watched her sister strip their guest.

Watching Ali play with herself, Gabby absently allowed Pam to finish removing her panties, helping her step out of them. The task completed, Pam quickly stood. She was holding the damp undies to her face and taking deep breaths. “Mmm, you smell great,” she sighed, then tossed them to her big sister.

“Thanks, sis,” Ali said – then covered her nose and mouth with the sodden panties just as Pam had, humming with pleasure as she continued to masturbate. Gabby was a little surprised to see anyone interested in smelling her underwear. She’d never thought of doing anything like that before, but had to admit it was an awesomely sexy sight.

“C’mon – raise your arms, already!” Pam demanded, tugging impatiently at Gabby’s top.

“Oh, sorry!” Gabby exclaimed. She thrust her arms up, and Pam pulled the faded Taylor Swift shirt off, then tossed it over the back of Ali’s desk chair. Now they were all nude.

Ali was plunging a finger in and out of her vagina, gazing hungrily at the two naked girls. “I want to see you guys make out,” she said.

The nine-year-olds turned to face one another. “Hey, you,” Pam said, flashing a naughty grin.

“Hey, you,” Gabby echoed. They met in a tender kiss that heated up considerably when Pam brought her tongue into play. Soon the girls were hugging tightly, cupping each other’s bare bottoms, their bodies grinding together.

“Ohhh… oh, yeah!” Ali gasped as she brought herself to a quick orgasm. Gabby and Pam broke their kiss to watch, exchanging gleeful looks as the teen rode her ecstasy to its peak, finally going limp with a blissful sigh.

Gabby was first to speak. “That was a good one, huh?”

“Sure was,” Alicia said without moving. “God, you two are soooo fucking hot together.” The girls giggled, and she patted the bed. “Come join me.”

Climbing on the bed, the girls stretched out on either side of Ali. She kissed them each in turn, reaching down to briefly tease the smooth clefts of their pussies, then lay back. “Want to suck my nipples?”

“Sure!” Pam chirped, immediately latching on to her big sister’s breast. Gabby followed her lead, circling the taut nipple with her tongue, the way Kelly liked it

Nice titties, Gabby decided, Like Aunt Jan’s, but I like Ali’s even better. Wish Mom had got undressed last night, then I could’ve done this to her, too. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ali moaned. “You can bite them a little bit – I love how that feels. Oh, fuck!” she blurted as the girls followed her instructions.

Ali was on fire, ready to ravish these adorable nymphets – especially Gabby. She’d been lusting after her sister’s little friend for ages. Bet she tastes yummy. First, though, there’s business to take care of.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Oh, yeah, it’s time. Mom’s ready for us.

“Hey, you guys want to see something really awesome?” Ali asked.

Pam raised her head. “What’s that?” Gabby also looked up.

“How’d you like to see Mom finger her pussy?” Ali asked, hoping for the answer she and her mother Cheryl wanted to hear.

Both girls’ eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?” Pam gasped.

Fondling their bottoms, Ali explained. “Every night around this time, Mom gets naked and masturbates. I’ve watched her before. It’s one of the sexiest things you’ll ever see. She’s got a great body, but she’s a fucking knockout with all her clothes off!”

“Oh, yeah.” Gabby murmured. “Count me in!”

“But… we won’t get caught, right?” Pam wondered.

“Nope,” Ali answered, “Mom’s so caught up in it that the whole ceiling could collapse. and she wouldn’t miss a stroke. I’ve watched her lots of times. Don’t know why, but she never closes the door all the way, and I just peek through.” She pointed at her alarm clock. “It’s time now. We can go out in the hall, watch for a little bit, then come right back here and fuck each other silly. Want to?”

Both girls exchanged a brief glance, then nodded eagerly.

“Okay, then… let’s go!”

Moments later, the three girls slipped into the dark hallway, still naked, and crept through the darkness toward Cheryl’s bedroom.

Soon to come: Chapter Twelve!

 

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

 

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

Our lives are stories within stories.

They begin with the story of our birth, then branch out into a multitude of other tales along the way, which in turn give rise to yet more stories, each smaller narrative feeding back into the larger one. And as our lives touch the lives of others, loved ones and strangers alike, our stories merge and overlap with theirs, changing the flow of the prose in subtle and unpredictable ways.

This story is about my time at Shadowglen, but to tell it properly, I must also share Victoria Shaw’s story, the way she related it to me. You have already heard part of her tale: the life she was born into, the death of her brother, how she met her friend and lover Nora Murphy.

The next part of Victoria’s tale began with an old hardback copy of Hans Christian Anderson’s fairy tales and fables, and inside that book, yet another tale: “The Shirt Collar.”

It was a dull, overcast afternoon that threatened rain, and the two of us had retreated into Victoria’s study to spend some time reading. I sat on a sturdy wingback chair next to the window, an open copy of Steinbeck’s To a God Unknown resting in my lap.

Leaning forward in her Chesterfield, Victoria ran the tip of a finger down an old, battered book that lay open on her desk.

“What’re you reading?” I asked.

She peered across, as if noticing me for the first time, and it was clear I’d pulled her from some reverie or other. “Hmm? This? Oh, an old book of stories that’s been in the family for donkey’s years. But I’m not exactly reading it. Just… remembering.”

“Remembering what?”

Victoria regarded the old volume with a thoughtful smile that was tempered by a shade of melancholy. “A bedtime story,” she said. “And a love that was not meant to be.”

II

After that first time Nora bathed me, I had the old tin tub hauled up the stairs as often as I was able without arousing too much suspicion. During the day, I would often go out of my way to become sufficiently grubby, working up a sweat riding my pony, or returning home with bits of twigs and leaves in my hair from rigorous hikes through the woods.

The thought of Nora’s soapy hands upon my naked, wet skin never failed to leave me breathless with anticipation, and our little bathing sessions happened later into the night, knowing as we did that most of the other staff had already retired for the evening, our privacy all but ensured.

One evening, after Nora had dried me off with a towel and slipped a nightdress over my head, she drew me towards her for a long, warm embrace. “It’s late, Buttercup,” she crooned when we’d parted, stretching her limbs in a most unladylike fashion. “I’d best be getting to bed.”

I didn’t want her to go back to her own room, though. I never wanted that. I craved her company, her sweet scent and her raucous laughter; her silly stories. And something else that I had no way of truly recognising or understanding, some longing for intimacy that didn’t seem like it was meant for Nora and me.

As she turned to go, I touched her shoulder, seized by an impulse that simply had to be obeyed. “You could stay with me tonight,” I murmured, gesturing to my bed. “There’s room for two.”

The way her eyes gleamed, I could tell she liked the idea, but there was reluctance there, too. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head. “‘Tisn’t proper. And it could get me into trouble.”

“No one’ll know,” I assured her. “As long as you go back to your room before the rest of the household wakes.”

Nora put her hands on her hips and gave me a good natured scowl. “Sure, and you’ll be the death of me, Victoria Shackleford! All right, then. I’ll spend the night with you.”

“Splendid!” I exclaimed.

Nora slipped off her pinafore, then began to undo the buttons on her uniform. “Will you read me one of your stories?”

I had to smile. In many ways, Nora seemed a far more womanly creature than I, but given the chance to hear a fairytale or fable, she became a wide-eyed child again. “Of course… we mustn’t go to sleep without a story,” I told her. “Which one would you like?”

Thinking about it for a moment, she replied. “The one about the shirt collar! I like how you tell that one.”

“A good choice.” It was one of Nora’s favourites. Fetching my volume of Hans Christian Andersen from the shelf, I returned to the bed. “Let’s get under the blankets first. My feet are getting cold. Do you want to nip back to your room and fetch a nightshirt? I think mine would all be too small for you.”

“No need,” Nora answered, a merry lilt to her voice. “I don’t wear them.” She removed her dress and draped it over my vanity chair, leaving her in nothing but a chemise and a pair of split drawers.

I was more than a little intrigued. “What do you wear to bed, then?”

Nora’s eyes danced in the dim light of my bedside lamp. “Not much.” The chemise joined the dress, and now her breasts were bare. With a single deft motion, she undid and removed the drawers, leaving her completely nude. Standing before me, she spread her arms ever so slightly, as if presenting herself.

My head swam at the sight. It struck me that I’d never seen anyone completely out of their clothing before.

Nora was magnificent, a goddess sent to walk amongst mortals. Her breasts were pillowy and full, the perky nipples ringed by large, dark areolae. Generous hips framed a thatch of copper-red hair. Her skin was pale and creamy. Every inch of her seemed to glow with beauty and strength.

I’m sure I must have been staring at Nora like a fool, but she seemed to bask in my regard. “Will I do, then?” she murmured, hooking her hands into her hips and performing a slow pirouette for my benefit. No one could ever accuse Nora of being shy.

All I could do was nod appreciatively, studying Nora as if she was a piece of fine art. She was equally impressive from behind, not least the apple-like curves of her arse.

“You’re… you’re beautiful, Nora,” I sighed, feeling awed and, truth be told, a little envious.

“Oh, pshaw!” she said with a dismissive wave, though there was no mistaking the pleased expression on her face. “You’re just bein’ kind. ‘Tis you who’s the pretty one.”

I thought she was perfectly daft to think so, but it seemed a silly thing to argue over. “Let’s say both of us are pretty, then,” I told her, then gestured toward the bed. “Shall we?”

“Here, I’ll turn it down,” Nora said. One of her routine tasks was to prepare my bed for me, though I’ll wager this was the first time she’d ever done it in the altogether. She bent to fold the blankets back, and in the process treated me to an unexpected view of the flower of her sex. I don’t use that word idly – it really did put me in mind of a pink lily.

It was only a brief glance, but enough to send my imagination soaring to lusty new heights. Is that what I look like from behind? I wondered. Before I could give the matter any more thought, Nora had slipped beneath the blankets. “In you get, Buttercup!” she exclaimed, patting the empty side of the bed.

Placing my storybook on the night table, I began to lift the blanket, but Nora stopped me with an emphatic shake of the head. “No, no,” she said, pointing at my nightshirt. “Take your shift off first.”

I gawped at her. “Sleep in – in nothing? I’ve never done anything like that!”

Something in her smile quickened my heartbeat. “Time you tried it, then,” she said. “It feels much nicer with nothing on…” Nora flashed her jade eyes at me. “‘Specially if you mean to have a cuddle.”

I was rather taken aback by the boldness of her words, but upon further consideration, climbing into bed naked with Nora did seem to hold a certain curious appeal. In fact, I found the idea positively beguiling. Besides, it would have been more awkward for me to refuse, especially as Nora had already stripped down to nothing, and was expecting me to follow her example.

So reaching for the hem of my nightie, I tugged it up and off, casting the garment to the floor, then climbed into bed, stretching out alongside her.

She nestled into me, purring, “Mmmm, that’s lovely.”

It was lovely, too… indeed, almost intoxicating. I was enthralled by the softness and warmth of Nora’s skin, the scent of her hair, the way her breath caressed my ear.

I might have been content to lie there for hours, our bodies pressed together. But just as my eyes were drifting shut, Nora whispered, “What about my story?”

Sitting up, I reached for my book. I slipped the pillow behind me, then leaned back against the large oaken headboard before turning to the page I wanted. Nora rested her head against my breast as I began to read.

The story she asked for, “The Collar,” concerned a boastful, boorish man’s shirt collar. Deciding to take a wife, he badgers other items in his master’s house to marry him – a ladies’ garter, an iron, a scissors and a comb – but always without success. In the end, he is pulped along with a bin of old rags and made into paper. In fact, so the story goes, he becomes the very paper on which it was printed. Nora loved that ending, and would clap her hands with glee at the fate of the overbearing collar.

I usually enjoyed telling this tale, assuming different voices for each of the characters. But this time, it left me feeling a little melancholy. Soon, I would be presented to suitors of my own, gentlemen anxious to get their hands on our estate… and unlike the various implements that populated Mr. Andersen’s story, I would not be permitted to refuse. If my father approved the match, I would then be wed to a man I scarcely knew. Needless to say, the prospect filled me with gloom.

Bringing the story to a finish, I closed the book, returning it to the night table with a sigh. Nora regarded me with wide-eyed concern. “What’s the matter?” she said.

I wrapped both arms round my companion, drawing solace from her warmth. “Nora… do you think you’ll ever be married?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “No fear of that!”

“But you have admirers, don’t you?”

Nora made a face. “I’ve had a few so-and-so’s try to take liberties with me, but I just give ‘em a crack on the jaw, an’ that takes care of that.” She giggled, leaning into me conspiratorially. “Know who tried to woo me, my first week here? Your da’s man, Abernathy. He grabbed my arse, too!”

I was astounded. Abernathy had been Father’s valet for as long as I could remember. He’d always seemed the soul of propriety, much too dignified to do something like paw a servant girl. Clearly, I was even more naive than I’d thought when it came to the ways of men. “Did you crack him on the jaw?”

“Aww, no,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to leave a mark on him that the master could see. So I stamped on his foot instead! Madder’n a singed cat, he was! But he never put his grubby hands on me again.” I saw her mouth tighten. “I don’t like men that way. Never have, never will.”

“I’m sure there are at least a few men worth marrying,” I told her. “Maybe you’ll meet one of them and fall in love—”

I was only teasing, but I saw something unexpected in Nora’s expression; a grave solemnity so out of character for her that it silenced me in mid-sentence. Had I somehow wounded her feelings?

“Victoria,” she said, looking away, “if I… if I tell you a secret, will you keep it for me?”

I’d not seen her like this before. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, her cheeks were pale and she was strangely subdued. I was used to the child-like delight Nora took in the smallest of things – an oddly-shaped leaf or a toffee apple at the fair. But right then she put me in mind of a little girl who was about to be punished.

I took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Of course, silly. Your secrets are safe with me.”

“You mustn’t tell a soul. Ever. It would be terrible for me if I was found out.”

Now my curiosity was rapidly giving way to alarm. What in heaven’s name could she have done? Foolish child that I was, I actually wondered if my beloved Nora might be a murderess.

Not that it mattered. Come what may, I would protect my friend. “I won’t tell anyone,” I said. “You have my word on that.”

Rolling onto her back, Nora breathed out a ragged sigh. She regarded the ceiling for a long moment before speaking again. “You know how most girls have… fellas they like? Some of them likes pretty much any bloke they meet.”

“Girls like our Sally, you mean?” I replied.

Sally was the cook’s assistant. She’d not been with us for long, but had already chalked up a reputation amongst the staff for being quite the flirt. Mother’s maid Eileen had told Nora, ‘Anyone in trousers’ll do for that one.’

“Like her, yeah,” Nora answered. “But me, I’m not that way. I…” She rolled away from me, then hugged both knees to her chest. A tiny sob escaped her lips.

That struck me to the core. “Nora, what’s the matter?” I pleaded, grasping her shoulders from behind.

“Don’t wanna say,” she mumbled. “I’m ‘fraid you’ll hate me.”

I felt almost… angry with her. How could she believe such a thing? I sat up, glaring down at her with folded arms, my jaw firmly set. “Nora Murphy, let’s have no more of this foolishness. You’ll say what you have to say, and I will most certainly not hate you for it!”

In spite of everything, that made her laugh. “I s’pose that’s an order.” Turning back to me, she fumbled for my hand. “All right, then.” She sniffled, then raised her eyes to meet mine. “I… It’s not fellas I like, Victoria. It’s girls.”

I stared at her blankly. “Huh?”

“I’m sayin’ I like girls.”

Realisation suddenly hit me like a blow to the head. “You mean…?”

Nora nodded gravely.

“Oh… Oh!” I’d never even entertained the notion of women preferring their own sex. But once the possibility had been revealed to me, it didn’t seem so outlandish.

She stared at me with wide, unblinking eyes. “Do you want me to go back to my own bed?”

“Um… no. Why would I?”

“Just because.” She seemed puzzled. “Why’re you smilin’ at me like that?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Maybe because… I didn’t know girls could be that way? To be honest, I think it makes you awfully interesting. It gives you an air of mystery!”

“So you… you don’t think I’m disgusting?”

I cupped Nora’s cheek. “Don’t be silly. Why on earth would I think that?”

Nora covered my hand with hers. “You might, when I tell you the next bit.”

“Well, it can hardly be any more scandalous than—” I began.

Nora cut me short. “I love you, Victoria.”

“And I love you. You’re my—” and that was when the true meaning of her words sank in.

I stared at Nora for what seemed like an eternity, my palm still resting against her cheek, our faces so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath.

“You… love me?” I whispered after a long while.

Nora nodded.

“Why?” I asked dumbly.

“Why?” Nora repeated. “Er… I dunno. I just do, is all.”

“Well, what do you love about me?” My voice was steady and calm; inside, I was all aquiver.

Nora reached out to stroke my blonde tresses. “I love your hair.”

I locked my fingers through hers. “What else?”

She leaned into me and nuzzled my neck. “I love your smell.”

Her lips brushing against my skin tickled deliciously, making me giggle. “Wh-what else?”

“Your laugh. I always enjoy hearin’ it.”

I realised with no little amazement that the things Nora loved about me were amongst the very same qualities that endeared me to her. The lush red curls of her hair. The sweet smell of her skin. Her boisterous laughter. And that was by no means all.

Was that what it meant to fall in love, then? Those little unspoken things? I’d thought what Nora and I shared was naught but the cosy familiarity of companionship, but perhaps that distinction was a tenuous one. Girls fall into intimacy so much more easily than boys. Physical affection comes far more naturally to us, and there’s little of the insecurity and rivalries that define male relationships.

Indeed, had Nora and I not strolled through the woods hand in hand many times, or nestled together on the settee while I read to her? I’d enjoyed those intimate moments, but failed to recognise them as anything more than friendship. Back then I’d been too young and inexperienced to understand that the potential for love between two women was so often present, smouldering beneath the surface.

But my own feelings at that moment were more base and vital: Want. Need. Hunger.

And so I did the only thing I could do: put my lips to Nora’s and kissed her.

She stiffened at first, no doubt startled by my boldness… but in an instant, she was eagerly returning my affection. Her arms twined round my back, our bare bodies joining together.

Novice that I was, I chose to let Nora take the lead – for the moment, at least. She rolled onto her back, pulling me with her until my body rested atop hers. Parting her legs, she invited me to lie between them, her pubic thatch brushing my lower belly.

All I knew of kissing was lips meeting lips, but Nora showed me the many forms a kiss could take. Her mouth toyed with mine; teasing, sucking, nibbling. And when she finally brought her tongue into play, it was nothing short of a revelation.

I was a bashful but eager student, doing my best to match Nora’s passion. I met her tongue with mine, and we fell into a sort of playful combat.

I’d never felt so giddy, so alive. For the first time in my sixteen years I truly understood what it was to love, and my soul seemed to glow with the knowing of it.

Breaking our kiss, I blurted, “I love you too, Nora! I love you more than anything.”

Her face shone like the sun. “Oh, Buttercup… you’ll never know what it means to hear you say that!”

Our mouths drifted together yet again. This time, the kiss was tender yet sensuous, smouldering with promise. When Nora’s body moved against mine, it stirred a mounting heat beneath my belly, then fanned it into a flame. I’d known arousal before, as any girl my age had, but never this intensely, never so vital as to demand such urgent attention.

As if she completely understood my need, Nora drew away, a wild gleam in her eye. “Victoria,” she breathed, “I want to show you how a girl loves another girl. It’s proper nice; the grandest feelin’ you’ll ever have. Will you let me?”

I had to smile. What was the point of even asking? I could no more refuse her than I could sprout wings and fly away. “I want to know all of it, Nora,” I whispered. “Teach me everything.”

Her response was to roll the pair of us over until our positions were reversed. Now Nora’s warm, satisfying weight was pressing into me delightfully. She kissed me on the lips only briefly before her mouth trailed downward to nuzzle the hollow of my throat, then the top of my chest. A sob escaped me as her lips enveloped the taut bud of my nipple, and I held her as a nursing mother ight cradle a babe.

She gently sucked the tip of my breast, occasionally teasing it with tiny flicks of the tongue. It felt divine; a flame that caressed rather than burned. Then she switched to the other nipple, and that wondrous sensation renewed itself.

Casting the blankets to the floor with a sweep of her arm, Nora moved down even further to bury her face in the softness of my tummy. I saw her take a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. “My, but you smell good,” she sighed. “I could gobble you right up, so I could!” A mischievous smile teased the corners of her mouth. “Think I’ll do just that…”

And before my astonished eyes, Nora lowered her head between my legs, parted her lips, then took a long, slow lick along the cleft of my sex.

A welter of emotions surged through me. At first I was aghast, unable to comprehend that anyone would put their mouth down there. Then I was moved by the fervour of Nora’s devotion; that she would do such a thing for me. At the same time, my conscience prickled, certain what we were doing was a terrible, terrible sin… yet the sheer wickedness of the deed gave me an illicit thrill, since I so seldom misbehaved. But most of all, Nora’s mouth and tongue stirred me to rapture, summoning up ecstasy such as I’d never imagined. Surely these pleasures were the exclusive domain of the gods – yet now they were mine to take, to hold, to embrace.

My legs trembled as Nora buried her lips into my womanly centre, probing into me with her tongue. Her eyes burned into mine, alive with a fierce hunger. Even in the midst of my bliss, I was taken aback. Did she really desire me that much? Had she wanted this from me all along?

Warmth and pressure continued to build inside me, growing steadily until Nora withdrew her tongue, then slowly licked a pathway to the sensitive spot at the apex of my vagina. Occasionally when bathing, I’d found that area to be particularly tender, and would sometimes linger there with soapy fingers for longer than mere cleanliness required. But when Nora began to lick the little nub, those feelings surged to new, unimaginable heights.

I was certain the intensity of it would undo me. Somehow, I managed to clamp a hand over my mouth, muffling a cry I was unable to silence completely. My body was shaking helplessly, a marionette with tangled strings. Never having known the full extent of my body’s capacity for pleasure, I found the experience alarming, but in that moment of pure, urgent bliss, I couldn’t have possibly fought against the tide, even if I’d had any inclination to do so.

Such rapture could not endure for very long, of course. That frantic rush of sensations began to ebb, the howling wind slowing to a gentle breeze, my sex now tender and aching.

Thankfully, Nora understood that I’d drunk my fill and needed to recover. Raising her head with a sweet smile on her lips, she crawled into my arms, and I kissed her without a second thought, her mouth still smeared with my essence. Intrigued, I tasted myself on her lips. The flavour was tart and earthy, not at all unpleasant… and it had me wondering what it would be like to love Nora in the same way.

It was a powerful impulse, one I was unable to resist. Breaking our kiss, I gazed into those deep emerald eyes, whispering, “I want to do that to you.”

A hint of uncertainty coloured her expression, though she tried to conceal it. “Oh, you don’t have to bother,” she said, with a dismissive wave of her hand, as if I was offering something as trifling as a boiled sweet. I wasn’t fooled for a second, mind you.

“I most certainly do!” I replied, feeling positively buoyant, more certain of myself than ever before. “And as your mistress, I insist that you lie back, open your legs and allow me to do as I please. Otherwise, there will be consequences!”

It was a pitch-perfect imitation of my mother in an imperious mood, and Nora was quick to recognise it. She gave a snort of laughter, then nodded. “Whatever the lady desires, I’m sure,” she said, making herself sound ludicrously timid. “Forgive me for not bein’ able to curtsy, ma’am, but as you can see, I’m not wearin’ a dress.”

We burst into a volley of giggles, then drew together to kiss yet again, my tongue seeking and engaging hers. I kept that kiss going after we drifted apart, taking my lips on a slow stroll over Nora’s chin, then trailing down her neck.

Nora’s breasts, so much fuller than mine, were a delight to explore. I had to pause in my travels to adorn them with kisses. A wave of excitement rolled through me as I took a nipple between my lips, feeling it swell when I circled it with the tip of my tongue.

“Lovely…” Nora breathed, the word trailing off into a moan as she cradled me to her chest. I didn’t bother to reply, just continued to nurse from one creamy breast whilst fondling the other, then switching sides. Suddenly a mischievous impulse seized me.

“Oh, Lord!” Nora gasped when I gave her nipple a playful bite, a shiver rippling through her body. “Do that again!” she implored me.

Happy to oblige, I lightly grazed the tips of her breasts with my teeth, each in turn. But like a gourmand at a feast, I was eager to sample all Nora’s delights, so I resumed my downward journey – nuzzling along the terrace of her ribs, then rubbing my face into the unimaginable softness of her belly. Nora’s scent was more potent here, the familiar sweetness of her skin enhanced by the thicker aroma of what I now recognised as arousal.

The smell drew me in like a beckoning finger until I was lying prone between Nora’s thighs, close enough to feel the warmth of her womanhood on my face. Like before, I was put in mind of a pink-petaled flower; an exotic bloom so much more interesting than my own neatly tucked cleft.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady perfume of Nora’s musk as I slowly reached out to touch the rosy flesh. She shivered when I traced the moist opening with a fingertip, whimpering, “P-please… please, Victoria.”

My God, the power I felt at that moment! I’d never been comfortable exercising any measure of authority over the servants, always meekly asking for what I wanted. Now I had this strong, wilful young woman at my mercy, begging me to give her relief.

Of course, I loved Nora far too much to leave her wanting. I drew close to take a hesitant lick, pausing to sample her flavour. It was similar to my own, yet tantalisingly different. I licked again, this time trailing the flat of my tongue from the bottom of Nora’s slit to the top. She moaned long and low, her fingers twining into my still-damp hair.

I was beside myself with excitement. The memory of Nora bringing me to ecstasy was still fresh, and I was determined to do as much for her. After taking several more licks of that juicy honeypot, I buried my mouth in the rosy flesh.

“Ohhhh, Victoria, I – I love you…” she mewled, tightening her grip on my head. Wrapping my hands round Nora’s thighs, I pushed my tongue into her, just as she’d done for me.

The warmth and wetness of my lover’s vagina was considerable, and I found myself supping on Nora as if her sex was a sun-ripened peach, its sweetness glazing my lips and chin. Her trembling thighs tightened around my face as I continued to feast, my tongue burrowing as deep as its length would allow.

Determined to make Nora feel better than she ever had, I sought out that special place just above her slit. I felt for the little bead, then gently rolled it between my finger and thumb.

The effect was absolutely explosive. “Ohhh!” Nora cried as a violent jerk shook her, almost powerful  enough to dislodge me. She blindly fumbled for a pillow and pressed it to her mouth, stifling a scream that surely would’ve had anyone within earshot hastening to see what all the hubbub was about.

I continued to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers while she writhed on the bed, my lips slick with her essence. Finally, she shoved me away, blurting, “No more… Christ almighty, n-no more!”

Sitting back on my haunches, I studied my handiwork, well pleased with the result. Nora was gasping for breath, her pale body glazed with perspiration, face flushed a deep pink. Her hair had come loose, revealing the unruly shock of red curls that inspired her nickname. In truth, she looked faintly ridiculous, yet also utterly beautiful. It filled me with a bizarre kind of pride, knowing I had given my sweetheart the same feelings of rapture she had bestowed upon me.

Nora’s eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a weary smile. “’Scuse me for cursin’,” she murmured, “but bloody hell, Buttercup! That was – God almighty, I’ve not got the words!” She fixed me with a suspicious gaze. “You sure you never done anything like this before?”

I had to giggle. “No, never. Was it good, then?”

“Divine,” she sighed, giving her limbs a lazy stretch. “Course, I’ve only ever had it off with one other girl, but you went and put her in the shade!”

I was pleased, but also curious. “Who was she?”

Nora shrugged. “A maid at the last house I worked at. We shared a room, and… well, things just happened. I think that was only ‘cos she didn’t have a fella, though. Once she got her hooks into one, we never done it again.”

I stretched out next to Nora. “Is that why you don’t work there anymore?”

“On account of her? Ah, no – it’s ‘cos the master dropped dead at the dinner table one night. Bad ticker, it was. His lad closed the house down, and they gave us all our walkin’ papers. Thought I might have to go back home, tail ’tween my legs… but I found a job as a ladies’ maid for a sweet, pretty lass named Victoria.” She placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose.

Warmed by her smile and her words, I teasingly asked, “Is it working out for you, then, that job?”

“Oh, aye. The little miss is a bit bossy, truth be told, but she sure knows her way around a girl’s minge.”

I opened my mouth in shock, then gave her arm a half-hearted slap. “Nora Murphy! You really are awful!”

She drew me close, sliding a thigh between my legs. “But you love me.”

Basking in Nora’s tantalising aroma, her soft, warm frame nestled into mine, I felt that exquisite throb again, making itself known beneath my belly. “Yes… I do love you,” I whispered.

The impulse to kiss Nora was irresistible, and when my lips met hers, she responded in kind. And just like that, we were making love again.

This time we coupled by grinding our bodies together, generating a dizzying friction that stole my breath away. Moving slowly at first, Nora and I were soon going at it furiously, making the bed shake beneath us.

My lover and I climaxed together, frantically clutching at one another as those wondrous sensations consumed us. Her sex was hot and slick against my thigh, and I knew mine must have felt much the same to her. Then our shared rapture rose to its crescendo, and I ceased to think of anything but the immediacy of the pleasure rushing through me.

Afterward, I lolled in Nora’s arms, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair while her lips brushed my neck. We lay that way for a long while, nearly dozing in each other’s arms. Finally, she sat up and stretched her arms out. “I’d best be gettin’ back to my room,” she said with a yawn.

I pouted. “Must you?”

She nodded soberly. “I’m bloody knackered. If I stay, I’d fall asleep for certain. It wouldn’t do for us to get found like this… ‘specially since neither of us is wearin’ a stitch.”

I saw the sense in her words, but it didn’t mean I had to be happy about it. “I suppose you’re right. But… we will do this again, won’t we?”

Flopping back down by my side, Nora seized me with both arms. “Course we will! We’re sweethearts, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” I murmured. “We are. Well, if you really must go, may I have a kiss first…?”

“Y’don’t even need to ask, Buttercup,” she replied sweetly, a stray lock of hair falling across her face. “Not ever. You want a kiss, take it! I’ll never tell you no.”

So we joined together one more time. After the frenzy of our last round of lovemaking, this kiss was languid and gentle, our tongues engaging in a slow, romantic dance.

When eventually we drifted apart, Nora held the sheet up to her face and sniffed it. “I’ll wash your bedding first thing tomorrow, just in case one of the other girls gets to it ‘fore I do,” she said, then with a wicked grin: “Wouldn’t want people getting ideas, would we?” Climbing to her feet, she stepped into her drawers, pulled the chemise over her head, then gathered up the rest of her things.

“Goodnight, Nora,” I said, already missing the warm, naked presence of her body in my bed.

“G’night, my sweet,” she replied. Then, quiet as a whisper, she slipped out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind.

It was late, and I knew it would be best to turn off the light and go to sleep. But Nora’s scent still lingered on my bed sheets, and my mind was abuzz with excitement. How could it be otherwise? I’d taken my best friend and companion into my bed and, in the process, stumbled into a new world filled with possibilities. I was positively glowing inside, my body still warmed by the carnal delights we’d shared.

I have a sweetheart. Those wonderful words rang in my mind like silver bells. I have a sweetheart!

The spectre of marriage had loomed over me since I’d begun to menstruate, and I’d meekly accepted what was to be my lot – a life yoked in matrimony to some man I might never love, obliged to cater to his every whim, as a dutiful English wife of the gentry should.

But perhaps fate had dealt me a vastly different hand. I’d found my true love somewhere wholly unexpected. More than that, she had been hiding in plain sight all along.

My giddy mood dimmed somewhat when I reflected upon the difficulties of this love. It went without saying that my mother and father would be horrified to learn what Nora and I had been up to. In their eyes, my poor dead brother’s dissolute ways would be a trifle compared to this.

I pushed those thoughts aside, unwilling to let them taint my euphoria. I was a girl in love, longing to bask in that blissful state forever. And since I no longer had Nora to hold, I hugged myself instead, burying my face in the sheets to breathe in her fragrance until, shortly thereafter, I drifted into a blissful sleep.

III

Victoria took a sip of her tea, then made a face. “Ergh. Stone cold.”

“Shall I make us some more?” I asked, lazily stretching my arms.

“No, it’s all right. I didn’t realise I’d been talking for so long.”

“You certainly know how to spin a sultry yarn,” I told her earnestly, the warmth between my legs attesting to the truth of that.

“Well, you seem to like all the brass tacks,” Victoria said. “And I quite enjoyed telling it.”

From my place by the window I could see Mr. Farnsworth down in the garden, pruning roses. Off in the distance, a tractor weaved its way through a field of barley.

“Did you and Nora share your bed again after that first time?”

“As often as possible,” Victoria replied. “But it became increasingly difficult to keep our hands off each other during the day, too. It turned into a game of sorts, to slip away to some isolated spot without being noticed.”

“That sounds familiar,” I said wryly.

But Victoria was lost in thought, her expression turned grim. “We grew careless. Taking Nora into my bed was risky enough, but then we began to make daily sojourns into the woods to enjoy one another. It was brazen, even foolhardy of us.

“One afternoon, we retreated into a secluded part of the forest. Using our clothes as a makeshift blanket, we lay down on the ground and began to make love. It was only when Nora froze beneath me that I knew something was wrong.”

“What happened?”

“The next thing I heard was Mother’s voice. ‘Victoria Edwina Shackleford! Cease that disgusting behaviour at once!'”

Horrified, I couldn’t help but put a hand to my mouth. “Bloody hell.”

“Oh, that was only the start of it. Standing behind Mother with a face like a smacked arse was Elsie, one of our scullery maids. Elsie had tried to wedge herself into my friendship with Nora, without much success. Looking back now, I was perhaps a little colder to her than I ought to have been, but when Nora and I became lovers, there was no room for anyone else.

“I think she must have secretly followed us into the woods and, either out of jealousy or spite, decided to tell my parents. Anyway, I shot to my feet and tried to cover myself with my petticoat. Mother strode up to me and slapped me hard across the face. She’d never hit me before – a stern word was usually sufficient – and it was enough to make me appreciate the seriousness of the situation.

“Nora had gone as pale as a sheet, and as Mother hissed at us to get dressed, I couldn’t help but notice the pleased little smirk on Elsie’s face. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more than I did her at that moment.

“Mother marched us back to the house, gripping my arm tightly enough to leave a bruise. I was terrified, but even more so for Nora. At one point I tried to tell Nora how sorry I was, but before I could, Mother cut me off. ‘Not a word,’ she snapped. ‘Not a word!’ Once we reached the house, Mother sent Nora to Father’s study, then all but dragged me to my room. She thrust me inside, then locked the door behind.”

“What happened to Nora?”

Victoria was quiet for a long moment. She sat on the edge of the chair and hugged herself, as if trying to seek refuge from the memory. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

I could barely hear her next words. “That was the last time I ever saw her.”

She was visibly struggling, trying not to weep, but all in vain. A single tear rolled down her cheek, followed by more. Then a sob racked her body.

I’d never known Victoria to cry, and the sight of it cut me to the quick. Alarmed, I rushed over to kneel at her feet. “Oh, my love!” I murmured, taking her hands in mine.

“They took her from me, Doris. They sent her away.” She got to her feet and brushed past me, striding up to the tall window and resting her head against the glass. “I wanted to destroy the world. I screamed. I raged. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I begged Mother and Father to tell me where she’d gone. They made it clear that I’d never see her again. How could they be so cruel? How?!”

I took Victoria’s place in her chair, my hands laced in my lap. “I’m so sorry.”

“Father had me fetched to his study the next day. I’ve no doubt he would’ve thrashed the life out of me, had I been a son instead of a daughter. In some ways, the look of disgust on his face was worse than any beating. He told me I’d be married off as soon as a suitor could be found, but I didn’t care about any of that right then. I just wanted to know where Nora was.”

“He wouldn’t tell you anything?”

“He said my foolishness had destroyed her life.”

I was appalled. “No! For God’s sake, it wasn’t your fault!”

Victoria spun to face me, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen pain like that etched on someone’s face, then or now. “Of course it was my fault!” she cried. “I took her into my bed when I should have pushed her away. I knew the risks. I knew Nora would be the one to take the brunt of the punishment if we were found out.

“Father can be a vindictive man. I wouldn’t be surprised if he spread word amongst the other estates that Nora was unfit for service. It might well have ruined her. Where would she have gone? Back to Ireland? Would the scandal have followed her there, too?” She slowly shook her head. “To this day, I wonder what happened to her. Did she end up in one of those awful Irish nunneries? Was she forced to take a husband to make ends meet? Could she have been reduced to – to selling her body on a city street? I just don’t know, Doris. And it’s the not knowing that eats away at me.”

“Did you look for her?” I asked.

“Yes. But it was years before I could even mount an attempt. When the children were old enough, and my husband too far gone to notice what was happening around him, I hired a private detective. It seems Nora had gone back to Ireland, but beyond that there was no trace of her.”

“Nothing? Nothing at all?”

Victoria shook her head forlornly. “Not a whisper. Do you know the worst thing, Doris? The very worst thing of all? Worse even than my years of marriage to that monster?”

I could only shake my head.

“Imagining that Nora might hate me. That she might think I was the worst thing that ever happened to her. The spoilt little rich girl who had her bit of fun, then got to carry on as if nothing happened while Nora’s life c-crumbled around her.” Victoria folded to her knees and began sobbing all over again.

I rushed over to wrap my arms around her. “You mustn’t ever say that! Nora loved you. And she knew you loved her. What happened to Nora was your parents’ fault, not yours. Never doubt it, my love.”

“I wish I could be sure of that,” she whimpered, her head nestled against my shoulder. “What a terrible thing it is, to never really be certain…”

Victoria had no words left, and I lacked the wisdom to offer any more of my own. So we simply sat together for a long while, the afternoon sun warm on our faces.

Some time later, when the school bus pulled up outside Shadowglen and the girls could be seen climbing off, Victoria patted my hand. “I’d like to retire to my room for a little while. Can you manage without me?”

“Of course,” I told her. “Will you join us for supper later?”

“No. No, I don’t think so. Tell the girls I have a headache. I… I just need some time alone.”

“I understand.”

Victoria made to leave, but turned back to me in the doorway. “This doesn’t change anything between us, Doris. I loved Nora, and some part of me always will, but it isn’t love I cling onto – it’s regret. You were never a substitute for her. I hope you believe that.”

“I do,” I told her, and meant it. Nora was no threat to me. Indeed, Victoria had painted such a vivid picture of her that I couldn’t help but be fond of the flame-haired lass. I wished I could’ve met her, exchanged a joke with her, walked through the bluebell woods with her and Victoria. Perhaps even shared a bed with them both.

That night, waiting for sleep to come, I wished with all my heart that Nora’s life had been a happy one, wherever the poor girl had ended up.

On to Chapter Eight!

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

That evening, Kelly, Gabby and Jan all come together in a threesome for the first time… but probably not the last!

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

When Jan awakened in the morning she was alone in bed, warmed by memories of lovemaking with her precious nieces. Could it have been a dream? she asked herself. Licking around her lips, savoring the taste of pussy, she smiled, Nope, not a dream.

Rising, Jan padded into the bathroom, where she took a leisurely shower. Then she dressed, taking care to choose an outfit that would be easy to remove – a t-shirt and gym shorts, no underwear. You never know, she thought. The girls might be in the mood to fuck again.

Emerging from her room, she glanced around the upstairs area. Gabby was still snoozing contentedly. Her hair spilled onto the pillow, and a bare leg extended from beneath the covers. Jan felt a sudden urge to crawl beneath them and awaken her niece in an extra special way. Better not, she chided herself, continuing down the hall.

As Jan descended the stairs, she passed the family room. There were the clothes they’d shed the night before, scattered about on the carpet.

She found Kelly in the kitchen. Her niece was completely nude, buttering a piece of toast. Okay, maybe I am dreaming. Kelly’s hair was damp, and as Jan came closer, she smelled shampoo and soap.

Bending down, Jan embraced the eleven-year-old, then they shared a lover’s kiss. Definitely not a dream.

“I can’t believe I’m asking this… but shouldn’t you get dressed?” Jan murmured.

“What for?” Kelly replied casually. “Mother won’t be here till after lunch. I’m yours and Gabby’s till then; why bother putting clothes on? Oh, I made coffee. Have some.”

Pouring herself a cup Jan sipped the hot coffee, feeling her lust rise as Kelly flitted about the kitchen. She moves like a dancer… the sexiest dancer imaginable.

Kelly stood on tiptoe to reach for something, then turned back to smile at her aunt. “You like seeing me naked, huh?”

Jan answered, “Yes. Very much.”

“Thanks. I like to see you naked, too.” Kelly said, giving her bare ass a wiggle. “We have to fuck again this morning, before Mother gets here.” She glanced up at the wall clock. “Guess I better go wake up Gabby.”

Jan’s head was spinning as she watched Kelly walk away. My God, that ass of hers! If I ever founded a church, that would be my altar of worship. She poured another cup of coffee, then helped herself to a slice of toast.

Then Kelly, still nude, was leading her nine-year-old sister into the kitchen.

Gabby wore a t-shirt and plain white underpants, her dark hair tousled. With a shy “G’morning,” she seated herself next to Jan at the table. Both of them kept stealing glances at Kelly, who was moving around the room again.

They ate a light breakfast of toast and fruit, with a bowl of cereal for Gabby. Conversation was minimal; Jan and Gabby were lost in thought, distracted by Kelly’s provocative movements. Finally, putting her fork down, Jan said, “What’ll we do this morning, girls?”

Gabby broke into an eager grin. “I want to go swimming!” She jumped up. “Let’s go put our suits on.”

Kelly grabbed Gabby’s arm. “Not so fast. What do we need those stupid suits for? Let’s go skinny dipping.” She looked at Jan. “It’s okay, right?”

Jan’s heart throbbed as she answered. “Um, sure. Get undressed, Gabby – I’ll put sunscreen on you both.”

With a squeal of, “Cool!” the little girl quickly whipped off her panties and t-shirt.

Giving Jan a look that made her quiver inside, Kelly said, “You’re so helpful, Aunt Jan. I bet Mother wouldn’t do that for us.” She took her sister’s hand. “C’mon, Gabs… let’s go get wet!” With that, the girls scampered from the room.

Jan stared at her naked nieces, unable to think of anything other than how much she wanted them. Tugging off her own clothes, she followed behind.

When she reached the back patio, Gabby was face down on a deck chair, looking over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready!” the child exclaimed. “Put sunscreen on me, Aunt Jan!”

Squeezing a dollop of the creamy lotion in her left palm, Jan sat next to Gabby and slathered her bare body all over, unable to stop herself from letting her fingers drift into some very intimate places, Kelly watching all the while. At one point, Gabby squealed with delight, then looked up, sporting a wicked grin. “The sun’s not gonna shine there, Aunt Jan.”

Feeling an unexpected twinge of embarrassment, Jan mumbled, “Okay, you’re done.”

“Whee!” Gabby cried as she leaped up from the deck chair and took a running leap into the pool.

“My turn,” said Kelly, slowly stretching out at her aunt’s side. “Put lots on me. I’m gonna let the sun shine everywhere on my body.”

“Okay,” Jan said, the word thick on her tongue. Squirting more sunscreen into her hand, she rubbed it into the eleven-year-old’s shoulders, then began to move down her back.

She spent little time on Kelly’s upper half. What’s the point? We both know where she wants me to touch, Jan thought, just before her hands cupped her niece’s bottom.

A blissful purr could be heard from the pool. Quickly glancing up, Jan saw that Gabby had headed right to the water recirculation jet, and was pressing her groin against the flow.

Kelly was watching, too. “Has she done that before?”

Trailing a finger through the crack of her young lover’s ass, Jan said, “She has, yes. A couple years ago.”

“Hmm. Does Mother know?”

“Yes, Linda knows. We watched her together, me and your mom.” Jan said. She circled the opening of Kelly’s cunt with her fingertip, then slowly entered the girl, right up to the third knuckle.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Kelly moaned. “D-do you think it turned her on, seeing Gabs do that? Mmm, this feels really nice.”

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe. It sure as hell turned me on.”

Kelly was moaning, her body shifting about as Jan fucked her. Suddenly she pulled away, struggling to her feet. “I – I don’t want to come just yet, Aunt Jan,” she said, slightly out of breath. “Let’s wait, okay? Till all three of us can do it together.” She bent to give her aunt a kiss, accompanied by a quick flash of tongue, then strolled over to the pool’s edge and jumped in.

Jan watched as Kelly swam over to Gabby and took the younger girl in her arms. They kissed, then turned to face the jet, carefully positioning their bodies so the water’s flow would stimulate them both.

Idly fondling her breasts, Jan watched her nieces enjoy themselves. Soon Gabby was gasping, on the verge of climax – then Kelly abruptly pulled her little sister away from the jet.

Gabby was indignant at first, then she pouted while Kelly whispered to her, gesturing a time or two at Jan. Soon, the younger girl was smiling and nodding, occasionally glancing over at her aunt.

One after the other, the girls clambered out of the pool, water dripping from their gleaming bodies. They padded down to where Jan lay, spread out on a deck chair she’d moved into the shade. Her sex was slightly open, and Gabby stared at it, absently moistening her lips.

“I want to lick you, Aunt Jan,” she declared.

In reply, Jan spread her legs. Gabby knelt on the chair, slowly moving closer. Bending down, the little girl extended her tongue, eyes drifting shut as she took that first lick. Gabby paused to sample the taste, then moved in again to take Jan’s cunt in her mouth, sucking at the rosy flesh.

“Oh, yeah,” Jan whispered, staring into empty space. “Oh, God.”

Kelly watched Gabby go down on her aunt, telling herself, I want to see her do that to Mother. Somehow, some way, I need to make that happen.

By then, Gabby was positively feasting on an adult’s pussy and loving the rich, earthy flavor of it. Thus far, she’d only gone down on her big sister, but Aunt Jan was even yummier. Holy smokes – do they all taste this good?

Closing her eyes, Jan allowed herself to drift, giving herself body and soul to a girl of nine. Not just any girl – the daughter of her own sister Linda. Lovely Linda, who had been her first lover so very long ago.

Now she let her eyes drift open again, reveling in the knowledge that her kinkiest, most twisted fantasy had finally come true. Looking between her legs, Jan thought, How beautiful. So sweet. I’d never have imagined my adorable little niece would ever, ever go down on me. Fuck, I’m about to come on Gabby’s face while her big sister watches. And then I’m going to eat Kelly’s cunt. 

This living wet dream brought on an orgasm that shook Jan like a palm tree in a gale, so intense that she found herself crying in its aftermath. Gabby was distressed at first, but Jan and Kelly calmed the child down. “It’s just ‘cause you make her come so hard, Gabs,” Kelly murmured, holding her little sister close.

Once Jan recaptured her breath, she got up, placed Kelly on all fours and told Gabby, “Why don’t you lick her butthole while I do her pussy.” Then she got on her back, slid beneath her niece, guided the smooth slit down and covered it with her mouth.

Gabby examined her big sister’s anus, not quite sure how she felt about licking Kelly there. Well, Aunt Jan seemed to like it, she thought. I should at least give it a try, right? Besides, Kelly’s given me so much already. I ought to do anything I can to make her feel good. 

Drawing closer, Gabby gave the cleft of Kelly’s bottom a tentative lick. Her sister inhaled sharply, the breath hissing through her teeth. Huh, it doesn’t taste bad, Gabby mused. Doesn’t have much taste at all, really. She licked twice more, then buried her mouth between Kelly’s cheeks, trailing long, lusty licks up and down the anal crease while Jan feasted on the preteen’s slit down below.

Kelly couldn’t take this kind of treatment for long. With a loud squeal, she came. Coating her lips in the thick, luscious juices, Jan sat up, seized Gabby and gave her a heated kiss. The nine-year-old was quick to respond, purring with delight as she got another taste of her sexy aunt.

“My turn!” Gabby exclaimed when she and Kelly broke apart.

Jan slowly got to her feet, and Gabby moved to take her aunt’s place on the deck chair. “No, no,” Jan said, “come stand in the middle here.”

Kelly and Jan sandwiched Gabby between them, then began to pleasure her with their fingers. Kelly stroked the little girl’s smooth slit while nuzzling her neck, while Jan carefully penetrated Gabby’s rectum, claiming her niece’s mouth in a deep tongue kiss.

A couple of minutes later, Gabby mewled her way through a shuddering climax, nearly collapsing when the storm had passed. But Jan and Kelly held the child steady, then gently laid her down on the chair.

After swapping a few kisses, they lounged around for a while. When a cloud covered the sun, the three lovers went indoors. Linda would be arriving to pick up the girls in just over an hour, so Jan took her nieces to the master bathroom where they showered together, taking time to explore each other’s bodies for the last time.

Once they’d dried off, everyone got dressed. Kelly and Gabby gathered up their clothes and packed, awaiting their mother’s return.

Jan reminded the girls to keep what they’d done a strict secret. Both children solemnly agreed to do just that. Especially when Jan promised she would have the girls back soon for more fun.

Linda arrived after lunch, looking happy and relaxed. “With a squeal of, “Mom!” Gabby raced into Linda’s arms, hugging her tightly.

Kelly gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Mother. We’ve missed you,” she murmured with a warm smile.

“Where are your bags, girls?” Jan said, glancing around the room.

“Oh, darn it – they’re still upstairs,” said Gabby, making a face..

“No problem – I’ll bring them down.” Heading for the stairs, Jan looked over her shoulder and added, “There’s coffee in the kitchen, Linda. Have some.”

Linda sought out the pot of coffee, now at room temperature. She poured some of it into a mug, then opened the microwave – only to find a red bra inside.

Raising an eyebrow, she closed the door. Okay, that’s a little odd. Deciding she didn’t need more coffee anyhow, she poured it back into the pot.

Once Jan returned with the bags, Kelly put them in the car, then everyone mingled to exchange hugs and say their goodbyes. “I’ll call you soon, sis,” said Linda, giving Jan a look that made her heartbeat quicken.

She wants us to be lovers again, but isn’t quite ready yet. Jan remembered her last face-to-face conversation with Linda as she watched her sister and the girls climb into the car, waving one last time before setting off.

Jan watched them cruise down the block, then turn right, bound for home. No matter what I’ve done with her daughters, I still miss being with Linda that way. God, I want her back. With a wistful sigh, she turned away and went inside.

***

On the highway, Gabby was in a buoyant mood, chattering away from the back seat while up front, Linda and Kelly were mostly quiet, occasionally responding to the younger girl’s remarks. About twenty miles in, Gabby dozed off.

“Is she asleep?” Linda asked.

“Yes, Mother.” Kelly replied, “She was doing a lot of swimming, and staying up late. I’m not surprised she feels tuckered out.”

No one spoke for a while. As Kelly gazed out the window, Linda was left alone to think as she drove. Linda’s thoughts were troublesome, and she couldn’t banish them.

In bed at the spa, she constantly thought about her sister. How they had spent so much of their youth as lovers. It wasn’t a bad thing, it didn’t hurt us. The only painful part was when Jan decided we shouldn’t have sex anymore. And that was only because she loved me so much. I didn’t understand it then, but now I do.

Goodness, the things we got up to! Even now, I’d swear it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Now it seems so wrong… but oh my God, it felt so right. 

I wish I’d gone to bed with Jan last month when she wanted to. Bet it would’ve been incredible. Or maybe I did the right thing, turning her down. Experimenting when we were practically kids is one thing, but I’m a grownup now, a mother who’s just lost her husband. But my sister still knows how to get me hot. 

Should I rekindle what I had with Jan? Tell her no? Pretend it never happened? No, that’s stupid. Christ, I can’t make up my mind!

Putting that thorny subject to one side, she took up another one: her daughters.

Something tells me the girls are fooling around with each other. Maybe even having sex. They’ve been so close lately, spending a lot more time together than before. They’re more physically affectionate, too. Then there’s the way Gabby keeps looking at Kelly, like she’s nursing a serious crush. 

They’re certainly the right age to be thinking about sex, after all. I’ve watched each of them masturbate when they didn’t know I was there. Wonder if they ever touched themselves together? Maybe they did each other. Maybe more than that. Fuck, it’s getting me aroused all over again, just thinking of it. 

The previous night at the spa, while relaxing in bed after a massage, Linda let her imagination wander into a scenario where Kelly and Gabby were in bed, naked and entwined, sharing deep French kisses. And she was watching from the bedroom door.

Without thinking, she slipped a hand between her thighs — then tightened her jaw. Not good, Linda. Definitely not good. You can’t have sexual fantasies about your daughters, no matter what they’re getting up to with each other.

So why, why, WHY do I keep having these thoughts about Kelly and Gabby… and why do they get me so aroused?

Enough, damn it. Turn your mind to something else. 

Linda began to concentrate on her driving. It was the day before the Fourth of July, and the holiday traffic was especially dense. It was a distraction from those salacious thoughts about the girls, at least.

“What’s going on, Mother?” Kelly asked, peering through the window at the massing automobiles.

“Tomorrow’s a holiday, sweetie,” Linda answered, remembering that so much was new to her eldest child. “Folks are off work and going somewhere for the Fourth, so there are a lot more cars on the road. Too many for traffic to flow smoothly.”

Soon they were at a standstill, moving a few feet forward every now and then. “Hell’s bells,” she muttered. “Guess we should’ve stayed at Jan’s a couple hours longer. We’d have missed getting caught in this.”

Kelly continued to observe the traffic. After a while, she also dozed off.

In the lull, her thoughts inevitably drifted once more to thoughts of herself, her big sister Jan, the girls. I first had the idea that Gabby and Kelly might be fooling around, oh, two weeks ago. How can I have gone from being appalled by that thought to getting aroused by it?

For the first time, Linda allowed herself to think the unthinkable. Could I be feeling an attraction to my daughters? My God, do I want to make love with them? 

Well, why not? she told herself. I can’t stop dwelling on how incredible it was, having sex with Jan when the two of us weren’t much older than the girls. I admit it – I love the idea of Gabby and Kelly doing the same thing, enjoying the same pleasures themselves. Is it really that awful, wanting to be part of what my children  have? 

They’re sweet girls, so beautiful… so desirable. Linda studied Kelly as she slept. Her oldest wore denim cutoffs and a thin t-shirt, The outline of her daughter’s budding breasts were distinct enough to make it clear Kelly hadn’t bothered with a bra. Glancing over her shoulder, Linda took a long look at Gabby, especially the nine-year-old’s bare legs. She wore a snug pair of shorts, and a lack of obvious panty lines had Linda wondering if Gabby was naked underneath them. The mental image made her shiver.

Turning back to face the road, a dazed Linda pictured herself kissing a pathway along those lovely legs, moving from one to the other, drawing closer to Gabby’s unimaginably soft inner thighs, her nose detecting a subtle hint of the little girl’s moistening sex…

A loud honk from the car behind awakened Linda from her reverie, and she saw that the vehicle in front had moved ahead about fifty feet. She gave her head a shake in an attempt to clear it, then drove forward to catch up.

Fuck, I should NOT have these thoughts. But I do, I do! How can I make them stop?

Finally, Linda pulled into the driveway of their home. It was early evening, just gone dark outside. She switched off the ignition, then let out a deep sigh. God, I wish Jan didn’t live so far away. 

Just then, Kelly’s eyes drifted open and the girl roused herself. Gabby was still sound asleep. Kelly got out, and Linda turned in time to see her climb into the back seat, bending to awaken her little sister with a soft kiss on the cheek. “We’re home, Gabs,” she cooed.

As Gabby’s eyes fluttered open, Linda felt a twinge of warmth inside at the adoring look the girls shared. Then and there, she knew her suspicions were true. My daughters are lovers.

After unloading the car and unpacking, Linda started a load of laundry and made a light dinner of salad and fruit. After the meal, Linda put the suitcases away, then loaded the wet clothes into the dryer. When she returned to the kitchen, she was pleased to find Kelly had done the dishes and was wiping down the counters.

“Thanks, Kelly,” said Linda. “That was very nice of you.”

Kelly gave her mother a big smile. “Glad to help, Mother,” she murmured, coming closer. “Y’know, I had a great time at Aunt Jan’s, but it’s good to be home. I really missed you.” She reached out for a hug, and Linda enfolded the girl in her arms.

What with the thoughts she’d been having about her girls, holding Kelly like this made Linda feel positively lightheaded. God, she smells incredible. The urge was there to allow her hands to slide down Kelly’s back, to fondle that flawless bottom.

Jesus, get a grip, Linda told herself, breaking away. “Where’s your sister?”

“She went upstairs to read,” Kelly replied. “Is it okay if I pay for a movie?”

“If you can stay awake for it, be my guest. I’m going to lie down for a bit. That drive wore me out.”

Making her way up the stairs, Linda peeked into Gabby’s room. Sure enough, her youngest girl was propped up in bed, poring through a comic book.

Linda sat down on the edge of the bed. “Can I talk to you for a minute, honeybunch?”

“Okay!” Gabby chirped, putting her comic aside. “What about?”

Linda nibbled her lower lip, unsure how to begin. Finally, she came out with it. “Well, I’d like to talk to you about sex.”

Gabby thought for a moment, then said, “Well, you already told me about periods and, um, puberty, and where babies come from. Is there anything else?”

Linda took a slow, deep breath. I’m going through with this. I’m really doing it.

“Oh, Gabby, there’s much more to sex than that,” Linda said, gazing into the girl’s blue eyes. “It’s about babies and your body maturing, yes… but more often, it’s about, um, good feelings and how to make them happen – for you and your lover.”

As she spoke, Linda felt her body grow warm, a throbbing sensation pulsing down below, beneath the tummy. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. “We never really discussed your vagina, and its different parts. Did you know that touching your vagina is a very nice way to give yourself pleasure?”

Gabby liked the idea of talking with her mother about sex, but not like this. She acts like I’m a little kid who doesn’t know anything! Determined to prove herself, she replied, “Aw, Mom…I know all about touching myself and, and lots of other stuff like that.”

Needless to say, Linda wasn’t surprised. But before she could ask if Gabby had been taking lessons from Kelly, her daughter began to chat about it without being asked.

“See, my friend Pam taught me how to masturbate. That’s the grownup name for it, right?” Linda nodded. “Well, we liked touching our kitties at the same time, so we could watch each other. That was lots of fun. So then, not long after Kelly woke up out of her coma, she asked me about, um, sexy stuff.”

“What did she want to know?” Linda murmured, casually brushing Gabby’s bangs to one side.

Gabby hesitated. “Uh…”

Taking her daughter’s hand, Linda gave it a pat. “It’s okay. If it’s a secret between you and Kelly, I understand… but I also need you to know that you can always feel free to discuss anything with me. Anything at all. I’m your mother, and I will always, always support you, no matter what.” She enfolded the nine-year-old in her arms, nuzzling the child’s sweet-smelling hair.

Hugging her mother tightly, Gabby made a decision. Mom’s right. We shouldn’t keep secrets from her. Anyhow, it’s all about how much we love each other, so why would she be upset? Also… maybe if I tell her what we’ve been doing, she’ll want to be part of it! 

Taking a deep breath, she began. “Kelly asked me what kind of a sister she was, y’know, before the accident. If she was nice to me, if I liked her better now, and if we ever did sex together,” Gabby hesitated. “She let me see her naked… I really liked that. Then Kelly showed me how to kiss with our tongues, and play with each other’s titties. She licked my kitty and, oh, we did lots of things.”

Linda’s head was spinning, Oh, my God. Oh, my GOD. She had to know more. “Sounds like you both enjoyed yourselves,” she said, doing her best to conceal the excitement she felt. Acting on a crazy impulse, she added, “You know, your Aunt Jan and I used to do things like that, back when we were just a little older than you and Kelly are now.”

“Whoa!” Gabby exclaimed, staring at her mother. “You and Aunt Jan were lovers?”

“Yes… we were.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so cool!” Gabby squealed. “What kind of things did you guys do? Did you ever have sex with Aunt Jan and another girl at the same time? Did she ever lick your butt? Are you still lovers?”

“Slow down!” an amused Linda protested. “I’ll answer all your questions, sweetie… but you were telling me your story.” She gave her daughter an intrigued look. “Sounds to me as if you know a lot more about sex with other girls than most nine-year-olds. How about this: tell me about everything you’ve done with other girls, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know about the things I did with Jan.”

Now that Gabby knew her mother’s secret, there didn’t seem to be any point in holding back, so she began to describe her sexual experiences in detail. The masturbation games with Pam… the time Kelly flashed her in public when Mom and Aunt Jan weren’t looking, then their first grownup kiss… that morning hanging out with Pam at her place, when Kelly went down on them both.

Linda’s cunt was throbbing like a heart as she listened to this lewd summary of her child’s sex play, but her panties quickly became sodden when Gabby went into explicit detail about the weekend of carnal delights she’d just enjoyed with Kelly and Aunt Jan. And when the nine-year-old described how Jan had got her up on all fours and licked her bottom, Linda went off in an orgasm just from pressing her thighs together.

Once she caught her breath, Linda noticed that Gabby’s legs were shifting about beneath the sheets. She had to smile. Guess I know what she’s feeling right now.

“Which do you like better, sweetie… touching yourself, or being touched?” Linda asked, knowing she was about to cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

“I do love touching myself,” said Gabby, “but when me and Pam started rubbing each other’s kitties,  it felt lots better.”

Last chance to back down, Linda told herself – but damn it all, she needed this.

“Uh, Gabby… would you like it if I touched you? Your pussy, I mean. Do you ever, um, call it that?” She gave a nervous laugh. Oh, my God… really smooth, idiot. She was a jumble inside, consumed by the helpless lust she held for her little girl.

“Yeah, Mom, sometimes I call it my pussy… and I’d love it if you touched me there.”

“Really?” Linda asked, stunned to realize that this crazy fantasy might be coming true. “Could I maybe do it… right now?”

“Yes, please!” said Gabby, tugging the sheets down to reveal her pajama-clad lower half. Gazing at her mother with adoring eyes, she added, “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” Stretching out next to her daughter, Linda watched her hand as if it belonged to someone else, slipping beneath the waistband of Gabby’s light blue pajama bottoms. A tiny gasp escaped her lips when she touched bare skin, realizing that her daughter wasn’t wearing panties.

Lightly stroking the petals of Gabby’s smooth slit, Linda found the hot, moist interior of her little girl’s vagina. She briefly allowed the tip of a finger to stray inside, then trailed a path between the labia up to find the tiny clit.

You shouldn’t do this, came a voice from the corner of Linda’s mind. She’s just a child, too young to know what’s happening here.

Then Gabby moaned, clutching Linda’s arm tightly. “Oh, Mom… don’t stop, d-don’t stop! That feels soooo good.” She was raising her hips, thrusting toward her mother’s exploring hand.

Linda was dizzy with desire, those last stirrings of conscience swept away in an instant. It’s what my little girl wants, isn’t it? She’s already been with her best friend, her big sister, her aunt. Why shouldn’t she be able to share those good feelings with Mommy, too?

She nuzzled Gabby’s ear, whispering, “My precious, my adorable little girl… Let me love you.”

The child’s eyes flickered open. “F-fuck me, Mom,” Gabby panted. She was about to speak again, but a hard jolt of ecstasy robbed her of speech. Instead, a low moan issued from the nine-year-old’s parted lips, quickly mounting into a cry.

Linda was quick to respond. “Hush, sweetie… Kelly will hear you!”

Then again, so what if she does? Hell, maybe I should call out for Kelly, tell her to come upstairs. She’ll see what I’m doing to Gabby, strip naked and join us. Get the incest party going for real.

But by then, the child was lost to ecstasy, shivers racing through her boyish frame as she rode the crazy carousel of her orgasm. Finally she gasped, “Stop, Mom. I – I c-can’t anymore.”

Linda slowly withdrew her hand, gazing in awe at the wetness that coated her index finger. While her daughter watched, she licked it clean, savoring her first taste of someone else’s pussy for the first time in nearly twenty-five years.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Gabby murmured, “Wow, I’m worn out.” She gave her mother a shy smile. “Mom, can we do that again some time? And do more sex stuff. I mean me, you, and Kelly. Can we, please?”

“Yes,” Linda quickly replied. “I’d love that, if Kelly really wants to.”

“Oh, she does, Mom,” Gabby said. “She already told me. So, um… what about Aunt Jan? Are you guys gonna be lovers again?”

“I think so, sweetie. She asked me about that, not very long ago. It’s been years since we were together that way… and I think I’m finally ready.”

Gabby broke into a huge yawn, stretching her arms and legs. “Well, I think I’m ready to go to sleep. It’s been a busy day, huh?” Looking up at her mother, she said, “Can I get a kiss?”

Bending down, Linda gave her daughter a gentle peck on the lips.

But Gabby wanted more, slipping her tongue into her mother’s mouth. Linda was caught by surprise, but got over it right away. Soon parent and child were caught up in a passionate French kiss.

By then, Linda was on fire with the need for release… and sucking on her daughter’s tongue had only turned up the heat. It wasn’t easy, but she forced herself to break their kiss. “I love you, Gabby,” she whispered. “Sweet dreams!”

“Love you too, Mom. Thanks for – for everything. It was the best!”

“Oh, and Gabby? Don’t tell your sister about what we did tonight, okay? Not just yet. We’ll all three make love, I promise… but I don’t want to rush this. Can you keep it a secret?”

“Anything for you, Mom.” With that, Gabby settled in with a blissful sigh.

Quietly crossing the room, Linda took one last look at her child before turning off the light, then carefully closing the door.

I should be furious with Jan, Linda told herself as she descended the stairs. But I’m not. Instead, I’m jealous because she got to have sex with them first. Christ almighty, am I turned on! Picturing my daughters naked and in bed with my sister… fuck, it’s too much, I have to go masturbate. I’ll just say good night to Kelly, then the rest of the evening is mine.

When she reached the foot of the staircase, Linda paused to observe Kelly, sprawled out on the couch watching her movie. I could go to her, get down on my knees, pull those shorts off and take her pussy in my mouth. She’d let me, too. Hell, she’d love it! 

But no, not yet. The first time we fuck, I want it to be special.

She drew closer to the couch. “Kelly?”

Her daughter turned from the TV screen, then put her movie on pause. “What’s up?”

Linda passed a hand over her forehead. “Oh… I’m going to bed. That drive took more out of me than I thought. Do you need anything before I turn in?”

“No, but thanks,” Kelly said. “Good night, Mother. Love you.”

“Good night,” Linda replied, bending to give Kelly a brief peck on the lips. Wanting to say something more, but unable to think of what, she made a silent retreat, making her way back upstairs.

Kelly watched her mother go, buzzing inside with excitement. God, she smells like pussy… Gabby’s pussy! Wonder what they were doing up there?

Lying back, hands behind her head, Kelly gazed at the ceiling, wearing a contented smile. It won’t be long now. Everything’s coming together.

On to Chapter Eleven!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, but lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Our story resumes on the following morning. Do read on, friends.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

I was gradually roused to wakefulness by a tendril of sunshine that had slipped through a slight parting of the curtains to lay a warm finger on my neck. I stretched, yawned, then realised I was lying next to Victoria.

In a twinkling, the momentous events of the previous day rushed to overwhelm me. It all seemed too wonderful to be true, but I knew it had been anything but a dream.

Twenty-four hours earlier, I had awakened an orphan girl in service, with precious little to call my own but several items of clothing and a scant supply of carefully saved money in the bank. That same afternoon, I gained a lover, a family and a home. All thanks to Victoria, who had seen something in me worth keeping.

My eyes lit on the gentle curve of my lady’s bare shoulder, and a familiar pulse commenced between my thighs as desire began to awaken. The temptation was there to tug the blanket down inch by inch, slowly revealing her nude form. I longed to bury my mouth in her thatch, seeking the fleshy treasure it concealed.

I dismissed that fancy, not wanting to break into Victoria’s slumber. Besides, a glance at the wall clock told me it would soon be time to wake the girls.

Carefully slipping from beneath the covers and getting to my feet, I plucked my nightgown from the floor and wriggled into it, pausing to blow Victoria a kiss before making a silent exit. I made my way to the bathroom, where I took a moment to smile at my reflection, basking in newfound happiness. I was no longer worried about what tomorrow might bring… and oh, my stars, how perfectly wonderful it was to have that weight lifted from my shoulders!

Enough daydreaming, I told myself. The day was beginning, and I had duties to carry out. Opening my nightgown, I briskly washed myself at the sink, towelled dry, then padded over to my room, where I quickly dressed before setting off to rouse Victoria’s daughters. A knock on the door sufficed for Becky, while the two youngest needed a bit more gentle persuasion.

An hour later, we were all gathered round the table, breaking our fast on oatmeal sweetened with raisins and honey. It was a perfectly normal day at Shadowglen, yet everything, everything had changed.

II

I saw the girls onto the school bus, then returned to the house, wondering if Victoria was waiting for me – and if so, what she had in store for the two of us. After the previous afternoon, anything seemed possible.

I found her in the kitchen, seated at the large, farmhouse table where I’d taken all my meals before finally being invited to dine with the family. I often assisted Mrs. Broomfield there while she laboured over the stove, taking on simple tasks like peeling carrots or kneading dough.

Victoria looked up as I entered. She had brewed a pot of tea, and there were cups for us both. “Join me?” she murmured, gesturing to the chair opposite hers.

“I don’t often find you in here,” I said, taking a seat.

Victoria filled our cups. I added lemon and a bit of sugar to mine, while she took a hint of cream. “I used to spend a great deal of time here when my husband was still alive and Mrs. Broomfield worked full time.”

“Oh?”

She took a sip of her tea, then closed her eyes for a long moment. When she opened them again, there was a wry smile playing on her face. “There’s an unspoken rule amongst the gentry: one never airs their dirty laundry in front of the staff. And so I found some respite in this kitchen, for a time. Of course, it merely delayed the inevitable.”

Fidgeting uncomfortably, I asked without thinking, “You’re talking about your husband?” Once my blunt words were out, I regretted them. “Actually, that’s none of my business, is it? I’m sorry.”

“No, you have a right to know,” Victoria said, placing a hand on mine. “Not just about my husband, but what led me to marry him in the first place. Would you hear the tale?”

“Only if you wish to tell it,” I replied. “I do admit to being curious, but don’t want to pry.”

Victoria topped our cups up with more tea. “We’re lovers, you and I. My wife, if such a thing were permitted. It’s only right you know of my past.” She cupped her hands around mine. “So… shall I tell you everything?”

I replied with a simple nod, and Victoria began her story.

III

I was christened Victoria Edwina Shackleford, born into a family of considerable means.

My parents had wanted a large family of their own, a dynasty of well-bred sons and daughters to carry on the family name. But it wasn’t to be.

My brother Simon was first, born the year of their wedding, but it took three more years before I was conceived.

My birth was a difficult one. In fact, Mother very nearly died. The doctor made it clear that I would be her last child. As a young girl, I often wondered why my father showed me so little affection compared to my brother. Eventually, I learnt that he blamed me for robbing him of the children he wanted.

Father saw himself as hard done by. He wanted more sons, and as far as he was concerned, I had denied him that. He needed a scapegoat, and I suppose his infant daughter was as good as any. So he maintained a detachment from my life, and the matter of my development was left to Mother, who handed me off to a nanny, then later a governess.

You have to understand that the children of families such as mine are expected to carry themselves in certain ways. We’re prepared for polite society from the day we learn to form a coherent sentence. Bred like race horses, is how I think of it. One of my earliest memories is of some woman teaching me to walk with a bloody book balanced on my head. By the time I’d reached my tenth year, I was taking lessons in French, Latin, and German, along with riding, dancing, and the piano. I’d already become quite adept at needlework at that age. I especially detested the piano, and Miss Knox, my instructor. She would smack my hands with a ruler if I played a wrong note – which I often did.

When not taking lessons, I was accustomed to playing on my own. My brother mostly gallivanted about with the twin sons of the coachman, and there were no girls my age close at hand. As a child, my most faithful companions were to be found between the covers of books. I owe that to my nanny, Miss Haggerty. She taught me to read at an early age, and I’ll always be grateful to her.

My mother was happy to see me take such a vivid interest in books as a child, but as I matured into womanhood, my love of reading began to concern her. She saw books as a distraction from what I ought to have been doing: preparing myself to be a proper English wife. I’d only just had my first menses when Mother began to groom me for marriage, despite being years too young to receive suitors.

As time passed, the subject of my betrothal became a matter of considerable urgency to my parents. In fact, once I’d reached sixteen, their intention was to find a suitable match for me as soon as possible.

You see, as the only son, my brother was destined to inherit the family estate. But Simon was a disappointment to my parents. Any attempt to mould him into a gentleman was doomed to failure. From the first, his tastes inclined toward the simple life led by the coachman’s sons and the stable boys. He hated every aspect of the world he was born into – the clothes, the social niceties, the responsibility. He was more at home with a mug of ale down the pub than a glass of fine wine at a banquet.

As a result, he clashed regularly with my parents – especially Father, who showered him with scorn. But that only made Simon all the more determined to blaze his own path. He was a jovial, vibrant young man who loved to laugh, intent on living life to the utmost. By his fifteenth year my brother was regularly drinking, gambling and whoring with his companions in the village. Yet he was liked by many, and his indulgences were overlooked by most.

Despite all that, Simon might still have one day assumed his place as head of the family. Instead, calamity struck. One morning, while out riding with his friends, he was thrown by a horse and took a blow to the head. The doctor told us a few stitches and a period of convalescence would set him right. But he was never the same man after that. His behaviour grew wild; erratic. He was plagued with terrible headaches, and began to drink even more to ease the pain. Sometimes, he would explode into violent rages, and no one could say what might cause them.

If Father had been disappointed before, now he was downright appalled. One night, he reduced my mother to tears, claiming she must have allowed another man to have her. You see, he refused to believe “that deranged lout,” could be his son. I despised him for that.

Despite our differences in temperament, I was close to my brother – as much as anyone in our family could be. Simon had his life, and I mine, but he always treated me fondly, and with more respect than most. It angered him to see our parents dictating the terms of my life, just as they’d tried to with him. “Vicky, you mustn’t let them tell you what to do,” he would say. ”For heaven’s sake, stand up for yourself!” He and Father had a huge set-to about that.

When England was drawn into the Great War, my brother was quick to enlist. It was both a way to escape his responsibilities and prove himself his own man. Father had served in his day, so for once, he approved wholeheartedly, I remember him telling Mother more than once that it was exactly what Simon needed. “It’ll make a man of him,” he said.

For my part, I was terrified for my brother. I knew how reckless and impetuous he could be, always eager to leap into the dragon’s jaws. And I was right to worry. Before six months had passed, Simon was killed in a mortar attack on the Western Front. There wasn’t even a body left to ship home.

My mother was devastated. I’m sure Father was too, in his way, although his concern that Simon’s death had left him without an heir seemed to outweigh his grief. Oh, they could have handed the estate down to me as their sole surviving child – but my father would never have permitted such a thing. He could hold forth for hours on the folly of giving women the vote, much less allowing them to own property.

So he decided that if they had no son, a son-in-law would have to suffice. Even better, a grandson. Hence, their wish to see me married soon… that is, once a suitable spouse had been chosen.

By then, I’d been schooled in some of the arts a young woman of standing was expected to know, but now that I was being groomed for imminent matrimony, additional steps needed to be taken. First, Mother’s seamstress was brought to our home to take my measurements for a whole new wardrobe. An instructor in etiquette was hired to teach me how to carry myself in society. My knowledge of fine wines came from her; precious little else.

I was also given a personal maid, an Irish girl named Nora Murphy. She would become my dearest friend… and my first lover.

Upon meeting Nora for the first time, I was horribly nervous. I’d never been entirely comfortable with giving orders to the help, which infuriated Father, of course. “They are servants, child,” he would tell me. “It’s their purpose – to serve.” He treated the staff like beasts of burden, only addressing them to give orders. Any servant foolish enough to speak in his presence without being spoken to first was likely to be sacked on the spot.

I expected Nora to be like most of our staff – discreet, inconspicuous, yet always quick to obey. But I found that I liked her very much. She was a lively, sweet-natured girl of eighteen, with a melodious voice and a manner rather more direct than I was used to.

And she was certainly beautiful. She had the reddest hair I’d ever seen – bright as a new penny, falling to her shoulders in thick, lush curls. She usually wore it up, or tied back into a bun, but on the rare occasion when she let it spill free… oh, my days, how I was enamoured. Her eyes were a deep moss green, and she had a sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. There was a healthy glow to her that I found enormously appealing.

As to her figure… Nora was quite womanly for her age, with generous breasts and hips. I was a mere child in comparison, having yet to fully develop.

Once Nora had got past my initial shyness, we got along famously… and before a month had passed, we were the closest of friends. She slept in an antechamber next to my room – the same arrangement Mother had with her own maid – so I could summon her any time I liked.

She and I both loved the outdoors, but while my own country pursuits were limited to those that befitted a lady – riding, hunting, archery, strolls around the rose gardens – Nora preferred exploring the woods and rivers that bordered our estate. Soon we were venturing out together, and when I was with her, the world became a place of purest wonder and beauty.

Nora had grown up with her grandfather – “Granda Seamus,” she called him. He’d passed his knowledge of nature on to her, and she was always eager to share the names of all the wild things to be found in the forest. Some of my fondest memories are of strolling through the bluebell woods together, paddling barefoot in the streams, marvelling at the sheer delight Nora took in identifying a bird by its call or explaining the medicinal properties of certain plants.

Much as she taught me about nature, I had something of my own to contribute to our friendship. Nora only attended school for a year or two as a young girl, and had never learned her letters. But she adored stories, and I had shelves loaded with them. At first, I would regale her with tales taken from memory, but soon found myself reading to her from my books. I still remember the funny faces Nora used to make when I read out loud. She could lose herself completely in a good story, and wanted to have her favourites told again and again.

Though she and I were thicker than thieves, Nora thought it best for me to treat her more distantly when in the company of others, especially my parents. “Tisn’t seen as proper for us to be true friends, so that should be our little secret,” she told me. She was always careful to address me as “miss,” never by my name, and I soon grew comfortable with giving her orders while in mixed company. We ended up making a game of it, playing at the roles of mistress and servant for our amusement. Afterward, we’d laugh about it in the privacy of my room. Once, Nora claimed I’d behaved in a “high-hat” manner all day, and got her own back by tickling me until I nearly wet myself!

She soon took to calling me ‘Buttercup,’ and I nicknamed Nora ‘Dandelion,’ because of how delightfully unkempt her hair became when her bun came loose. Of course, we never used these names when anyone was within earshot, even the other servants.

Nora was a very special friend to me. But that friendship soon blossomed into something much more intimate. I suppose it began when she bathed me for the first time.

In those days few houses had dedicated bathrooms, even large estates like ours. That would soon change, of course, but while our peers were beginning to warm to the idea of plumbed hot water, Father resisted for as long as he could. He insisted that lolling about in a tub was a sign of moral laxity, as was any activity centred on the body. “Such revellings led to the fall of the Romans,” he liked to say. The expense of indoor plumbing was also a reason for his reluctance, I’m sure. Father could be rather tight-fisted. I think we still would’ve been using chamber pots, had Mother not put her foot down and insisted on a proper flushing lavatory.

So bathing involved the servants hoisting a tin hip bath up the stairs and into my room, then several trips back and forth with pails of hot water. What a chore that must have been! Thankfully for them, baths were but a weekly occurrence – on most days, a washbowl and pitcher would suffice.

When Nora suggested she help me bathe, I was a little scandalised, but she assured me there was nothing at all unusual about a lady being washed by her maid. I was used to her pouring my bath, of course, but the idea of her actually soaping and scrubbing me when I was nude left me feeling quite awkward – yet also a little intrigued.

Shy as I was, you can imagine my reluctance, but Nora did her best to persuade me, explaining that she’d helped her younger siblings to bathe many times, and that it was perfectly normal. “You’ve only to try it the once,” she said. “If you don’t care for it, I’ll not bring the notion up again.” I finally relented, mostly because I liked her so very much.

So on the appointed night, Nora helped me to undress, then washed me from head to toe. It was a wonderfully intimate moment, and wouldn’t be the last time that old tin bath was hoisted up the stairs. I’m sure Mother and Father must have wondered why I’d taken such a sudden fancy to bathing.

In the days that followed—

IV

“Wait!” I interrupted.

Victoria raised an eyebrow at me. “Hmm? What’s the matter?”

I gazed at her across the kitchen table. “Tell me properly. I want to know what happened when Nora bathed you…”

She was somewhat taken aback by that. “Well, I… I just assumed you’d rather not hear all the, ah, particulars.”

It was true that I’d expected to feel a little jealous when Victoria recounted the tale of her relationship with Nora. Instead, the thought of these two young girls discovering each other intrigued and excited me.

“I do want to hear,” I insisted, allowing a hand to wander over the swell of my breasts. “I think it might make for a rather exquisite diversion… besides, I’d love to know how you learned to give pleasure to women.”

Leaning back in her chair, Victoria smiled wryly. “Why, Doris, I do believe you’re more of a wanton creature than I’d suspected. Very well, then. Have it your way…”

V

I stood before Nora, staring at the bath she’d drawn for me, unsure what I was supposed to do first.

“We’d best get you in the tub then, Buttercup,” she told me cheerily. “Before the water turns cold.”

There was something in her smile, the lilt of her Irish accent, that made me quicken inside. I think I may have fallen in love with Nora there and then, even if I wasn’t fully aware of its significance at that moment.

I did start a bit when she began to unbutton my dress. I hadn’t considered that she might undress me, as well as help me bathe. I could have managed that myself, but was intrigued enough to let Nora peel away the numerous layers of my clothing until there was nothing left to remove. I remember standing there naked next to the tub with Nora’s warm breath upon the nape of my neck, doing my level best to maintain a veneer of perfect calm. In truth, I was anything but.

I’d always been a thin girl – a more flattering description would have been ‘willowy,’ I suppose – and in the presence of Nora’s more shapely figure I felt like a sexless stick. Yet when she sidled in front of me, hands on hips, she seemed wholly enamoured of my body, gazing at me in open admiration. “There y’are now,” she said in unconcealed wonder, her eyes roving over me in a manner that anyone else would’ve considered insolent. “You’re a bonny girl, for sure.”

No one had ever spoken to me like that, nor stared so brazenly at my nudity. For the first time in my life, it occurred to me that I might indeed be pretty. That confidence in myself was but one of many priceless gifts I received from Nora.

Time seemed to stand still while she gazed at me longingly, and though her intense regard left me feeling more than a little awkward, I couldn’t deny it quickened my pulse.

Then Nora was shaking herself out of her reverie. Taking my hand, she guided me into the tub. I settled in with a blissful sigh, and she asked me, “Is it still warm?”

“Yes… it’s just right,” I replied.

“Grand.” Nora reached for the soap, dipping it in the water. “Let’s get to scrubbin’, then!”

She folded to her knees next to the tub. “I’ll wash your hair first. ‘Start at the top and work your way down,’ my mam always said.” Rolling up her sleeves, she lathered her hands vigorously, then got to work.

I vaguely recall having my hair washed by my nanny, Miss Haggerty, when I was a little girl, but she was always workmanlike in her duties, with none of the tenderness Nora showed me that day. She gently worked the soap into my tresses, using a firmer touch to massage the scalp, then combed through my hair with long, luxurious strokes.

It was divine. The tension I felt evaporated like morning mist, a sense of perfect peace filling my chest.

Nora reached for the large pitcher of warm water she’d set aside to rinse my hair. “Close your eyes, love, else the soap gets in.”

With that, she began to pour, the fingers of her free hand lightly dancing over my head as she washed the soap away. Setting the half-emptied pitcher down, Nora took handfuls of my hair and began to squeeze the water away. Once it was damp rather than dripping, she took up the towel and gave my scalp a gentle but vigorous tousling to finish the job.

“There. Squeaky clean,” she murmured, giving my shoulder an approving pat. “Almost ready to mingle with the quality, girl.”

I smiled at her reflection in the long standing mirror near the tub. “Hmm… no. I think I’ll stay here with you, Nora Murphy,” I replied. “You’re far more enjoyable company.”

Nora planted both hands on her hips and shook her head in mock exasperation. The smile in her eyes gave away her delight, though. “Ah, go on now! Sit up straight so I can wash your upper.” Working up another handful of creamy lather, she took up the flannel and commenced soaping my shoulders, but I reached up to take it from her before she could continue.

“Do it without the flannel,” I told her.

“Eh?”

“The cloth feels rough against my skin. Just use your fingers, will you?”

Nora gave a shrug, but I also detected a tiny smile. “If it pleases you.”

When Nora first brought up the subject, I couldn’t understand why grown women would even want to be bathed by another. Were they simply too idle to clean their own bodies? Now I understood. Her touch was gentle but firm, fingers deftly massaging the soap into my neck and shoulders, soft as a whisper. The sweet lavender scent of soap and the steady cleansing rhythm of Nora’s hands upon my skin lulled me into a pleasant stupor. But there were more sensual delights to come.

“Sit back now,” Nora said, and I did as she asked. I watched in the mirror as she moved to the back of the tub. Her hands made their way over my shoulders and down towards my upper chest.

With every soapy caress, I basked in the attentiveness with which she performed the task, her fingers deftly seeking out the crooks and creases of my naked form, loosening muscle and sinew, and soothing skin. At the time, of course, it seemed completely innocent; my dear friend’s way of showing kindness.

I thought she might leave the washing of my breasts to me, but to my surprise her hands trailed down over them. The way she touched me there was a delight and a revelation. Nora coaxed my nipples to an unexpected stiffness, which made them all the more sensitive. And when she briefly scissored each one between her index and middle finger, I couldn’t hold back a tiny gasp.

Nora didn’t seem aware of the way she was making me feel, at least not that I could see. Instead, she murmured, “Stand up now, love. I’ll wash the rest of you.”

Grasping the sides of the tin tub, I rose to my feet without hesitation, my shyness usurped by sensuous exhilaration. In fact, I was coming to realise that being nude in Nora’s presence rather appealed to me, and I found myself imagining what she might look like naked, too. It was a thrilling notion, and one I couldn’t help but dwell on.

Once more, Nora began to rub the cake of soap between her hands, smiling as she worked up a good lather. Setting the soap to one side, she knelt before me and began to wash my legs. She trailed her hands up each one, from shin to upper thigh, coming to within an inch or two of my sex with each lengthy stroke.

Then she tapped the rim of the tub with her index finger. “Rest your foot here.”

I obliged, and Nora applied her creamy hands to my foot. It tickled a bit, but felt lovely. I presented the other foot, and soon they were both done. “Now turn around,” she said.

Facing away from Nora, I gave a contented sigh as she began to soap my lower back, a shiver racing through me when her hands slid down to my buttocks. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh, moving hither and thither with more careful consideration than the task seemed to warrant. A pleasant warmth began to ripple through my belly.

When her soapy fingers delved between my cheeks to get at my nether hole, I gave a startled gasp and pushed her hand away. “Don’t!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby!” Nora said with a snicker. “It’s just a bumhole.”

“I can do my ‘bumhole’ myself, thank you,” I replied in mock haughtiness.

“Let me do it,” she said softly, and when those emerald eyes met mine, they sparkled with the kind of wild mischief I’d come to know so well.

I turned away from her again, if only to hide my smile. “You’re awful, Nora Murphy. All right, then. Carry on.”

It felt utterly strange having her clean me there, yet I found myself taking to it more than I was willing to admit. When she wriggled the tip of a slippery finger into my arse, a surprised whimper escaped my lips.

I peered back at Nora, and we held each other’s gaze for a long moment, her fingertip describing a tiny circle inside me before withdrawing.

She swatted my arse playfully. “Now turn to face me, Buttercup.”

Head spinning, I did as she asked. Nora was still on her knees, wearing an impish smile that had me wondering if she’d planned this all along. Of course, I had no idea there were sweeter delights to come.

Nora slowly lathered my belly, her hand moving in ever-decreasing concentric circles until her fingers were teasing at my belly button. She looked up at me, those cool green eyes capturing mine again.

“Now, here’s the part we have to pay special attention to,” she said, then lightly traced the cleft of my sex.

It tickled at first, but as she stroked me there a second, then a third and fourth time, the tickle became something more. I held my breath as Nora stirred me to arousal, the warmth between my legs becoming more urgent by the second.

Nora wasn’t just bathing me now, I recognised that much, but beyond that, understanding eluded me. Why was she touching me this way? Was this simply another one of her games? It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d said or done something daring to get a reaction. Nora seemed to take great delight in shocking me.

Suddenly she took her hand away, leaving me breathless and utterly wanting. Getting to her feet, she reached once more for the pitcher. “Time to rinse,” she said.

There was a sudden uneasiness in her demeanour, as if she realised she’d taken a liberty. She no longer met my gaze, and a darker hint of pink coloured her cheeks. This only added to my confusion. Something had just taken place between us, but I couldn’t decide if it was merely some mischief concocted by Nora, or more than that.

I stood motionless as she rinsed the soap from my body with the remaining water in the pitcher, which by then had turned as lukewarm as the mood in the room. Once the earthenware vessel had been emptied, she set it down and took up a thick towel. “Step out now,” she muttered, still unable to look me in the eye.

This would not do, not at all. I adored Nora, and wanted no awkwardness between us. And as she gently rubbed me down, drying me bit by bit, I considered how to put my friend at ease.

Finally, when she was done drying my hair, I placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you, Dandelion,” I said. “It was awfully nice.”

Her cheeks flushed anew, but this time there was a smile to accompany them. “Ah, get on with you. It was just a wee bath. Now stand still, so I can get you into this.” She brandished my nightie. “We can’t have you standin’ round in the nuddy, lovely though the sight may be.”

I dutifully raised my arms while she helped me into my nightie, basking once more in my friend’s sweet words.

“There y’are, Buttercup,” Nora murmured, smoothing the material over my body.

I was tingling all over, a rising hunger that I didn’t understand. I wanted to seize Nora’s hands and dance her around the room. Instead, I could only gaze at her lovely face, not knowing what to say or do.

Nora was first to move. Drawing close, she wrapped both arms around me. Without a second thought, I returned her embrace, nestling my slight form against her voluptuous one. Basking in the sweet, familiar scent of her, I realised this was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. I’d never been held so closely, so lovingly.

After a moment, we slowly parted, our eyes meeting once more. Before I knew it, I’d whispered, “Thank you.”

With a tinkling laugh, Nora said, “What for?”

I took her hand. “For… being my friend.”

Nora leaned in to kiss my cheek. “It’s not such a chore. I never worked for a nicer person.”

“You work for my father, not me.” Clutching her hand to my chest, I told her, “Friends.”

VI

Victoria closed her eyes, smiling wistfully at the memory. “Nora understood completely. ‘Friends,’ she agreed.”

“Friends,” I echoed, my bare foot finding its way beneath my lover’s skirt, brushing the inside of her thigh.

She peered at me across the kitchen table. “Nora and I enjoyed our little bathing sessions very much. But it quickly became apparent that mere flirtation would no longer suffice.” She paused, moistening her lips.  “I’d like to tell you about the time Nora and I came to share a bed, but you seem a tad… preoccupied.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve been listening very intently,” I insisted. “Carry on with the story, would you, please?”

“Well, I could finish the tale,” Victoria said with a coy smile. “Or… I could bring you off with my mouth on the kitchen table. It’s not possible to do both, of course. You’ll have to choose.”

“Right here on the table?” I said, feigning shock. “Whatever would Mrs. Broomfield say if she found out?”

“Oh, so it’s the rest of the story, then?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.”

I stood and made my way round the table until I was poised in front of my beloved. She pushed me back onto the gnarled oak surface, its chinks and notches and stains spelling out their own tales of rigour and toil. Perhaps Victoria and I would leave our own mark before the day was done.

“Lift your skirt up,” Victoria demanded, and I was quick to comply. She reached for the waistband of my knickers, then drew them down my legs and away. “Goodness me,” she cooed, taking in the sight of my glistening sex. “My little story does seem to have you all hot and bothered.”

I moved my knees further apart, feet dangling above the floor. “Isn’t that how you like it? Juicy and ripe?”

“The proof of the pudding is in the eating,” Victoria replied, then gave my slit a quick flick of the tongue, making me twitch at the sudden contact. She drew the taste back into her mouth, much as a sommelier might consider a fine vintage. “I think you’ll do,” she declared. “I think you’ll do quite nicely.”

And with that, my lady set about feasting in earnest, drawing my nether lips apart to get at the rosy pinkness beneath, her tongue lashing through my folds.

I closed my eyes and let the indistinct images that had been swirling around in my mind clarify themselves: The red-haired maid washing Victoria so attentively. Except in my version, Nora was naked too, and much younger than her true age of eighteen. As for Victoria, she was no longer the young girl of sixteen she had been, but the full woman I knew so intimately.

Then it was no longer Victoria in the bath, but Melinda and Sophia, and I was the maid, running my soapy hands over their smooth young bodies. I tried to banish this new image, but too late – Victoria was sucking on my clitoris, and she had penetrated me with her fingers, and I was bucking wildly on the old oak table.

“Oh! Oh, Victoria!”

Victoria stood, wiped her sticky mouth with the back of a hand, then unclasped her skirt, pushing it down along with her knickers. She stepped free of the garments, drew one of my knees up between us, then pulled me to the edge of the table to fit her sex snugly against mine.

A long, slow grind ensued, Victoria expertly milking every ounce of sensation from our joining, labia brushing against labia, clitoris pressed against clitoris, juices mingling with juices.

I grabbed her buttocks, pulling her tighter to me, and she responded by grinding faster and harder, hands grasping at my thighs, using them as leverage to thrust back and forth. Wet sounds accompanied each slap of sex upon sex, the sensation so intense it almost felt like my cunt was being spanked.

Our vaginas still kissing, Victoria suddenly came to a halt, her mouth slack. A convulsion ripped through her body, and she pushed out her orgasm via a series of smaller thrusts. “My b-beautiful girl,” she whimpered. “I love you so much.”

I could feel her warm liquid oozing into my slit, and it was enough to bring on my own climax. I lay back against the table and hugged Victoria close, letting the pleasure wash over me. “I love you, too,” I murmured in her ear.

We lay there for as long as such a hard, unforgiving surface would allow, then roused ourselves. I slipped my knickers back on while Victoria climbed into her skirt. She regarded the wet patch upon the table. “We made a mess.”

“Let it be,” I replied, acting on a wicked whim. Mrs. Broomfield would likely think it just another stain amongst the many already there, if she noticed at all, but I can’t deny I took some lewd satisfaction in leaving our mark, as rutting animals might.

Victoria shrugged, then looked down at her watch, making a face. “I really must get some work done. Those wretched lawyers have made yet more changes to the Fitzhugh contract.”

“What about the rest of the story?” I asked.

She kissed me on the mouth, and I was met with the faint taste of my sex on her lips. “All in good time, Doris. All in good time.”

On to Chapter Seven!

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. In fact, we learn that Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

And that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

“Morning, Gabby.” Jan called out from the living room entrance.

“Hiya, Aunt Jan!” Gabby replied from the family room couch. She was seated with her feet propped up on the coffee table, watching a cartoon on TV.

A dazed Jan paused to study the girl. Even though she’d seen her nine-year-old niece naked and having lesbian sex with her big sister mere moments ago, nothing about Gabby made her seem like anything but an innocent child.

It’s because the things she’s doing with Kelly don’t seem dirty to her, Jan decided. To her, sex is more like a fun game… a game you play with people you love. So she really is innocent, God, I hope she manages to hold onto that way of thinking when she grows up. 

The freshly scrubbed girl was dressed in pink sweatpants, a too-large green t-shirt and heavy gray socks. The overcast sky from earlier in the morning had darkened, bringing on a burst of heavy rain in its wake. Jan had closed the windows on her way downstairs, so the house was quiet and comfortable.

When Jan entered the kitchen, Kelly poured a hot cup of coffee for her. Gabby’s big sister also looked fresh and clean. She wore a dark blue sundress that went down to her ankles and appeared to be a little big on her.

Since they were out of Gabby’s view, Kelly went up on tiptoe to give her aunt a hot, juicy kiss. Their tongues met and mingled briefly, then Kelly gently broke away. “I love you, Aunt Jan,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Jan said, feeling a rush of lightheadedness as she took a seat at the table, reaching for her cup. After a lovely hot shower, she’d dressed in comfortable jeans and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. Underneath, she wore a sexy red bra and matching panties, assuming that Kelly, at least, would see them later. Maybe Gabby, too, she thought, shivering inside at the idea of making love to both her nieces. Kelly swore she would make that happen.

“You look good, Aunt Jan,” Kelly said. “Those jeans really show your ass off.” She covered Jan’s hand with hers. “How do you feel?”

Jan set her mug down smiling. “I feel marvelous. Last night was the best sex I’ve had in ages… and this morning was the icing on the cake.”

“I loved it too,” Kelly said. “And we’re not done yet. The day’s just getting started.” With a knowing wink, she left the kitchen.

Taking a sip of coffee, Jan reflected on this turn of events.

It’s so odd. I fucked Kelly, and it almost seems like a dream. But this morning, I watched her go down on her sister right here where I’m sitting, then Gabby returned the favor. The whole damn scenario is crazy… Why, then, does it seem perfectly normal to the girls?

It’s Kelly, Jan thought, answering her own question. She’s drawing all of us into her world – this magical place where sex with young girls is perfectly fine, even if they’re part of your family. She recruited her little sister, then she brought me into it… Next thing, she’ll be going after Linda. Can Kelly get her own mother into bed? I sure as hell wouldn’t bet against her! 

Jan made herself buttered toast, had a second cup of coffee, then went upstairs to brush her teeth. When she came back down, Kelly was washing the dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jan told her niece. “You’re on vacation here.”

“Thanks, Aunt Jan.” Kelly replied. “That doesn’t mean I can’t show my gratitude.” Putting the last dish away, she came over to her aunt for a hug.

As they embraced, the girl murmured, “Know what I really want to do to thank you, Aunt Jan? Make you come again.”

“M-maybe later.” Jan said, once more struggling to keep her cool. “Let’s check up on your sister.”

Gabby had turned off the TV. Now she was lying on the couch, glumly staring out at the rain.

Jan gave her nine-year-old niece a peck on the cheek “What would you like to do today, kiddo?”

Gabby sighed. “I dunno. Guess we won’t be swimming, anyhow.”

“No. But if you girls want to go to a movie or shopping or whatever, we could.”

“Aw, I feel lazy,” Gabby said. “Can we just hang out here?”

“Sure. How about you, Kelly?”

Kelly nodded. “That’s fine with me.”

They indulged in idle chat for a while, then Jan dug some old board games out of the hallway closet. Their  energy seemed to renew itself when Kelly and Gabby got into a round of Twister, with Jan spinning the wheel and telling them where to place their hands and feet.

Jan was becoming aroused all over again as she watched her nieces twist and turn, stretch and fall over. Gabby’s t-shirt was much too large for her, so every time she bent down in Jan’s direction, her bare chest could easily be seen… and when she bent the other way, the child’s bottom was clearly outlined through her snug sweats.

Is Gabby even wearing panties? Jan wondered.

Meanwhile, Kelly’s sundress displayed her legs to impressive effect, leading Jan to wonder if she’d also chosen to go bare underneath.

After one last game of Twister the girls collapsed on each other, laughing and out of breath. Jan’s pulse was racing – when Kelly fell, her skirt had flipped up just enough to briefly expose her bare slit.

God, I already want her again, Jan thought. What would Gabby do if I laid Kelly down right there on the floor, pulled up that cute skirt and started licking her cunt? She pictured the nine-year-old squirming out of her t-shirt and sweats, then gleefully straddling her big sister’s face.

“One more game.” Gabby begged.

“No. I’m done,” Kelly said. “Aunt Jan, why don’t you take my place?”

It was too tempting an offer for Jan to refuse, so she joined Gabby on the floor while Kelly took over on the spinner. It was lovely, being in such close proximity with her nine-year-old niece. Just the scent of Gabby’s skin made her lightheaded.

As they played, Jan began to wonder if Kelly was reading the correct moves when she spun the wheel. She couldn’t help but notice that they kept ending up in positions where her face was inches away from Gabby’s groin or bottom.

Finally, Jan ended up in a pose where she tottered for a moment, then fell over. Immediately leaping to her feet, Gabby yelled, “I’m the Twister champion!”

“Okay, champ,” Jan said, “What do you want for lunch?”

“Can we order Chinese again?” Gabby asked.

“I was going to say that, too,” Kelly chimed in.

Jan nodded. “I’ll get the menu.”

After everyone made their selections, Jan wandered off as she phoned the order in.

Once they were alone, Kelly turned to her sister. “Did you stick your finger in your butt when you took your shower?”

“Yeah,” Gabby replied, blushing a bit. “I got my finger all soapy and pushed it in there, just like you told me. It felt weird… but cool, too. That’s a sex thing, huh?”

“Sure is. We haven’t done butt sex yet.” Making sure Jan was out of earshot, she added, “Just wait till I put a finger in your butt while I lick your pussy. It’ll make you come so hard, you’ll pee yourself!”

Kelly gave her sister a fast peck on the lips just before Jan returned to the room to announce, “The food will be here in twenty minutes. You girls wash up while I set the table.”

As she lay out the plates and cutlery, Jan felt a stirring inside that made her pussy throb. Her panties were damp, her bra annoyingly confining.

Well, I can do something about that. Reaching into her top, Jan deftly unhooked and removed her bra. She heard the girls coming, glanced around, and hastily opened the microwave. Thrusting the bra inside, she closed the door an instant before Kelly and Gabby entered.

It only took a few seconds before Kelly noticed Jan’s breasts bouncing beneath her top. Tapping her sister’s shoulder, she nodded toward their aunt, mouthing Look! Gabby glanced Jan’s way, breaking into a huge grin at the sight.

Just then the doorbell rang. Jan had entrusted Gabby with the money, and she raced to the front door to pay the delivery girl, then fetch the food to the dining room.

All three of them ate their fill, and after cleaning up afterwards they moved to the family room. By then, Jan’s nipples were visibly erect, and the girls couldn’t help but steal glances at their aunt’s chest.

Finally, Kelly pointed at Jan’s breasts. “Hey, Aunt Jan… how about turning off the high beams on those headlights?” That made Gabby giggle.

Jan said, “Sorry, girls… they’re stuck on high.” She was laughing too.

Suddenly Kelly asked, “Can we touch them, Aunt Jan?”

“Kelly!” Gabby gasped, horrified that her sister would say something like that to an adult.

But Jan merely smiled. “I guess you can… long as it’s just between us.”

The girls exchanged a quick glance, Gabby’s eyes wide in astonishment. “Okay,” said Kelly, turning back to her aunt. “We won’t tell anybody.” She took a step toward Jan.

“But wait… what do I get in return?” Jan asked, teasingly folding both arms over her chest..

“You can watch us kiss,” Gabby blurted.

Kelly was delighted with her sister’s suggestion, while Gabby seemed surprised to have made it in the first place.

Jan nodded. “That seems fair.” The girls approached, but she said, “No, you two kiss first… then you can touch me.”

The sisters turned to face one another. “I love you, Gabs,” Kelly breathed.

“I… I love you, Kel,” said Gabby. They slowly moved together until their lips met in a lingering kiss. Then Kelly’s tongue emerged to tease her sibling’s lower lip, and Gabby was quick to respond.

Now Jan was watching her nieces kiss like passionate lovers. A moan escaped her throat as she saw Kelly reach down to grasp her little sister’s bottom, tenderly cupping the soft globes through Gabby’s sweatpants.

Jan began to wonder if the girls had forgotten her as the kiss went on and on, their tongues flickering back and forth. Not that she minded. The sight of two underage sisters making out was thrilling enough to sustain her.

Finally, though, the girls did break apart. They turned their heads to gaze at their aunt, giving Jan a look that turned her into a hot mess inside. Oh, God, this is really happening, she told herself. I’m going to fuck them both.

Hand in hand, the sisters made their way over to Jan’s chair. Without a word, Kelly perched on the arm of the chair, while Gabby climbed into Jan’s lap.

Kelly placed a hand on her aunt’s left breast, feeling it like she was checking a melon at the market. Her fingers found the stiff nipple and gave it a playful tweak.

Following her sister’s lead, Gabby began to caress Jan’s other breast, enthralled by its roundness and heft.

Jan was melting inside, overwhelmed by the attention lavished on her. For ages, she’d indulged in sexual fantasies of young girls. Now she was on the verge of realizing this hidden desire with her own nieces, which made the scenario even more exciting. I’m such a fucking pervert, she told herself. But right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then Jan’s phone rang.

They all jumped – then shared a sheepish laugh as Jan plucked her phone from the end table. Glancing at the caller ID, Jan took a deep breath to compose herself before she answered.

“Hi, Linda.” Jan said. “How’s the spa life treating you?”

The girls watched Jan nod as she spoke to their mother, mostly saying ‘yes’, ‘sure’, and ‘that’s great’.

“Yes, they’re right here – hang on.” Jan said into the phone, then told the girls, “Your Mom wants to say hello.”

Taking the phone first, Gabby chatted with Linda, telling her about swimming the day before, going out for dinner, what she’d eaten, the weather that day, and playing Twister. Eventually, she said, “Okay, then. Bye, Mom – love you!” and passed the phone along to Kelly.

“Hello, Mother.” Kelly said. “Yes, I’m behaving.” Kelly listened, then said, “I miss you too. Yes, Mother, I’ll do what Aunt Jan tells me to. Okay, hang on.” She handed the phone back to her aunt.

As Jan chatted with her younger sister, Kelly took Gabby back to the couch. Stretching out with her sister on top, Kelly kissed Gabby with a fervor that had Jan stumbling over her words as she struggled to hold up her end of the conversation with Linda. It wasn’t easy, though… and Kelly wasn’t helping by sliding both hands into Gabby’s sweatpants, groping her little sister’s bare bottom.

Impatient to get back to their fun and games, she tried to wrap up the call. “I’m glad you’re having a great time, Linda, I said you would. Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow. Bye now, love you too,” Jan said, then ended the call. “Now,” she murmured, “where were we?”

“Hey, Aunt Jan,” Gabby said, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, “Mom said we have to do whatever you tell us to, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Jan replied, wondering what was on the nine-year-old’s mind.

“Okay, then… tell Kelly to take her dress off.”

“You little rat!” Kelly retorted, pretending to be upset at her sister. Of course, she was anything but. “Aunt Jan wouldn’t make me do that… would you?”

Outside, the rain had begun to pour again. I’ve had sex with Kelly twice now, Jan thought. I’ve seen Gabby and Kelly fuck. They’ll be gone tomorrow. They want this as much as I do. This moment seems right.

Jan gave her niece a stern look, “Kelly… stand up and take off your dress. Right now.”

Gabby was beside herself with excitement. Maybe Kelly will take off everything, not just her dress. Maybe I’ll get to touch Aunt Jan’s boobies some more. Wow, this is totally, totally awesome!

Kelly stood up, saying, “Aw, do I have to?”

Jan played along, “Yes, young lady. You told your mother you’d obey me. Now… off with that dress!”

The room fell silent as Kelly nudged one strap off her shoulder, then the other. She gave a little shrug and the dress skimmed down her body to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood nude before her aunt and sister.

For a moment, the woman and the child savored their view of the eleven-year-old girl, even though they’d both seen her nude before. Kelly was exquisite. Her hazel eyes and long sandy hair, the just budding breasts, the smooth cleft of her slit, her pert little bottom and long legs.

“You’re not wearing underpants!” Gabby gasped. That warm tingly feeling was back between her legs again as she stared at her big sister, now standing naked in front of her and Aunt Jan.

“Does that bother you…?” Kelly asked, clearly amused.

“Well, no,” Gabby admitted.

“What about you, young lady? Do you have anything on under those sweatpants?” Jan asked Gabby.

“Huh? Um, well, no.” Gabby’s cheeks were now a bright pink.

Jan wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. “Then you have to take your clothes off.” Gabby hesitated, so Jan added, “If you girls want to play with my breasts again, you’ve both got to be naked.”

Gabby reached for the hem of her t-shirt, took hold of it… then hesitated. She really did want to get naked, but felt shy about her immature body.

“Let me help,” Kelly said. She briskly tugged her sister’s shirt up and off, tossing it on the sofa. Gabby was now topless, her tiny pink nipples already erect.

All the while, Kelly maintained eye contact with her aunt, as if asking, Is this what you want? This sweet little girl, eager to be kissed, touched, loved. Waiting for you, Aunt Jan. For you.

Deciding to kick things up a notch, Jan took off her own shirt, baring her upper half. She began to play with her tits, plucking at each nipple in turn. Gabby began to copy her aunt, fondling her own flat chest.

Kelly had other fish to fry. As her sister and aunt watched each other engage in breast play, she knelt next to Gabby, slipping her fingers in the waistband of the girl’s pink sweatpants, then slowly pulling them down.

When they ringed Gabby’s ankles, the nine-year-old put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder as she stepped out of them. Both girls turned to face Jan, who moaned, losing herself in the beauty of her naked nieces.

Jan marveled at Gabby’s body – so thin, yet so intensely erotic. Every part of her was lovely – the flat chest, candy-like nipples, firm tummy, long coltish legs, the baby-smooth vulva. The short dark hair, the bangs that weren’t quite long enough to conceal her eyelashes and big blue eyes.

“Come back over here, you two… let’s touch each other some more.” Jan managed to say. Her body was throbbing like a V-8 engine, her panties a steaming swamp.

The girls took their previous positions. From Jan’s lap. Gabby watched Kelly bend to take a nipple into her mouth. Jan offered the other breast to Gabby who, taking her sister’s lead, closed her lips around the swollen tip.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, Gabby,” Jan murmured. “Suck harder… you can even bite them if you like.”

The lavish attention her breasts were receiving soon had Jan squirming in her seat. It was lovely, but she needed more, much more. It’s time to make this little fantasy real.

Straightening in her chair, she said, “Let’s go up to my bedroom, girls. That is, if you want to.”

“I’m in!” Kelly exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “What about you, little sister?”

“Totally!” Gabby squealed, climbing out of Jan’s lap. “But, um, Aunt Jan… can you do something first?”

“What’s that?”

“Take your pants off. I wanna see you bare naked, too.”

Jan slowly rose from her chair. Smiling at the girls, she undid her jeans and pushed them down, along with her red panties. Withdrawing one foot, then the other, she stood with hands on hips, legs slightly spread to display her shaved vulva.

Gabby gawked at her aunt. “Oh, wow,” she whispered.

She’s never seen a grown woman naked, Kelly realized. At least, not since she started fooling around with girls.

Jan extended a hand to each of the girls. “Let’s go.”

Leading Kelly and Gabby to the stairway, she noticed them staring at her bare ass. “You two go ahead,” she told them at the first step. “I want to see those yummy bottoms going up the stairs.”

As Jan watched the girls advance upward, she noticed them making their movements as sexy as possible, their bare butts jiggling and swaying with every step.

I don’t even care if I go to prison for this. It’s my dream come true, and all dreams worth having carry an element of risk. Even if it all goes to hell, I’ll have tasted paradise… and the pussies of my beautiful nieces. She smiled. If my sister isn’t ready for us to be lovers again, I’ll settle for fucking her daughters.

Impatient for the fun to begin, Jan followed her naked nieces up the stairs, lightheaded with lust. The sight of Gabby’s bare buttocks had her cunt leaking like a dripping faucet.

So beautiful. She shook her head, musing the path she’d chosen. It’s completely crazy. I’m risking everything I’ve spent my life working for, and I don’t even care. Well, maybe I do… but this is worth the risk, damn it.

As if to put a final stamp on her decision, Jan stopped the girls at the top of the stairs. Kneeling behind them, she gave each a playful love bite on the bottom. That made Gabby and Kelly giggle.

Guiding them into her bedroom, Jan stood between her nieces before the large floor length mirror. With a hand on each girl’s shoulder, she said, “Look at yourselves and each other; see how beautiful you are.”

Gabby gazed into the glass, enthralled by the sight of her nude sister and aunt, their bare bodies framing hers.

“You’re the beautiful one, Aunt Jan.” Gabby said as she got her first real look at a naked woman. She was intrigued that her aunt didn’t have any hair around her pussy, but chose not to ask why. Then there was her sister, whose mound was also beautifully bare. “You too, Kelly.”

Tousling the nine-year-old’s hair, Jan said, “Thanks, cutie. Now, let’s just stand here for a moment and touch ourselves while we watch.”

In the reflection of the looking glass Gabby watched as Jan slipped a hand between her legs and began to masturbate. A moment later, Kelly began to do the same. Gabby rubbed herself without even thinking about it as she watched her aunt and sister.

Holy fuck! Jan thought to herself. Look at them, watching me rub off. And I love seeing them do it. I could come any moment, just from this.

Jan’s train of thought was interrupted by little Gabby, who was asking, “Aunt Jan? Can we suck your nipples some more?”

Before Jan could reply, Kelly said, “That’s a great idea. I mean this is cool, but yeah, let’s get on the bed and start fucking!”

Jan led the way. She positioned herself in the center, leaning back against the headboard. On their hands and knees, Gabby and Kelly moved to either side of their aunt, each taking a nipple into their mouths to suck.

Putting a hand between each of the girls’ thighs, Jan played with their smooth slits, shivering with pleasure as she felt them grow increasingly wet.

After a moment, Kelly stretched herself out between Jan’s legs. Placing both hands on the woman’s thighs, she extended her tongue to swipe the length of her aunt’s cunt.

Wow, Gabby thought. Kelly’s licking her down there, just like she did to me. She was absentmindedly caressing her aunt’s breasts, absorbed by the sight of her sister performing oral sex.

Noticing the younger girl’s interest, Jan moaned, “Keep g-going, Kelly. I want Gabby to see me come all over your face.” She gave her niece a shaky smile. “Take a good look, Gabby… Ohhhhh yes, watch your sister while she eats my pussy!”

Stretching on the bed alongside her sister, Gabby had an up-close view of the action. Aunt Jan’s kitty was wet and juicy as a ripe orange, and it smelled incredible. I want to lick her, too! she thought. Wonder if she tastes as good as Kelly?

All of a sudden, Aunt Jan began to come. Gabby was spellbound as Jan jerked and twitched and howled dirty words, while Kelly sucked and slurped at the dripping pink slit.

When Jan relaxed with a blissful sigh, Kelly crawled into the woman’s arms, where they shared deep, lustful kisses. Gabby saw Aunt Jan licking her flavor from Kelly’s lips, a sight that made the nine-year-old feel a little jealous. When do I get a taste? she wondered.

At long last, the two lovers broke their kiss. Kelly looked up, smiling at her sister. “What did you think of that, Gabby? Did you enjoy watching us?”

Gabby nodded. “Yeah. Totally.”

“Cool.” Kelly said, “Now watch her eat me.”

Kelly moved to straddle her aunt’s face, then lowered her puffy slit to Jan’s mouth.

Gabby absently began to touch herself as she watched Kelly riding Jan’s tongue, moaning, “That’s right, Aunt Jan. Ohhh, yes. Lick my cunt. Make me come in your mouth. Fuck, that feels so good!”

The sisters’ eyes met. Gabby was masturbating while she took in the lewd display.

“That’s it, baby sister – touch yourself.” Kelly said. “If you can, try to come when I do.” She looked back down at her aunt. “Yeah, get your tongue up there. Oh, fuck yeah, lick my clit. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Gabby was mesmerized by Kelly’s dirty talk, and seeing her naked sister perched on the face of her equally nude aunt’s face was enough to spur the nine-year-old to the edge of climax.

“Fuck yeah!” Kelly blurted, staring at her little sister, “Come with me, Gabby, it’s – it’s happening. Oh God, here it is. I’m coming, Jan, c-coming on your face…!”

As Kelly’s orgasm washed over her, she fought the urge to close her eyes. Instead, she watched Gabby as the younger girl cried out in ecstasy, enjoying her own orgasm.

Once their ecstasy had crested and waned, the sisters lay back down, one on either side of their Aunt Jan. Snuggling close, they relaxed in the cozy afterglow.

Gabby was the first to speak, turning on her side to face Jan. “That was so much fun! I love you guys.”

“Love you too,” Kelly murmured. “Was it more fun than you, me and Pam when we did it that one time?”

Jan listened intently, feeling her passion begin to slowly simmer again. Gabby was silent for a moment as she pondered her sister’s question, then replied, “Well, that was fun, too… but it’s even better with a grownup. ‘Specially with Aunt Jan. I like that we’re family. That makes it extra nice somehow.” She giggled. “Naughtier, too. ‘Cause you’re not ‘sposed to be doing sex stuff with your sister or your aunt, huh?” Pausing, she then added. “Wonder if Mom would ever do it with us? Huh – wouldn’t that be cool!”

Jan and Kelly exchanged a quick look, sharing the same thought: should we tell her?

Remembering the sex she’d shared so long ago with her sister – when she was just a year or two older than Kelly, Jan reminded herself – had her motor purring all over again. Taking hold of Gabby, Jan pulled the girl on top of her. They kissed, Gabby immediately matching her aunt’s passion.

When they broke apart, Kelly was quick to respond, moving in to tongue-fuck her baby sister’s mouth. As the girls kissed, Jan sighed, “Oh, girls… I love you both so much.”

“We love you, Aunt Jan!” said Gabby, sitting up. “Now what? I mean, can we do more sexy stuff? Can we?”

“Sure we can.” Kelly answered. “Um, Aunt Jan? Can I say what happens next?”

“You want to direct the action? Fair enough. Okay – show us what you got!”

“Cool!” Kelly exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “Get on your hands and knees, Gabby.”

Gabby quickly obeyed, facing toward the foot of the bed on all fours. Her taut bottom was sticking out, her knees spread apart. Kelly savored the expression on her aunt’s face as Jan stared at Gabby’s holes: the plumb glistening vulva, parted just enough to show the hot pink inside, then the tight pink pucker of her anus.

“My God,” Jan whispered. “So, so lovely.”

Gabby looked back over her shoulder. “What now?”

Taking a pillow, Kelly placed it in front of her little sister. “Here, put your head on this and keep your butt up.”

Gabby did as she was told, thinking, What’s gonna happen now? Something totally hot and sexy, I bet. Wow, I really like that they’re looking at my stuff!

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Kelly gave her bottom a slap, and Gabby laughed, exclaiming “Hey!” It made a loud sound, but didn’t hurt… in fact, it made the nine-year-old’s pussy feel even more tingly.

“Let’s do both sides,” Kelly giggled as she gave the other butt cheek a brisk smack.

“I sure hope that’s not all you’re gonna do,” Gabby mock-pouted, looking over her shoulder.

Kelly grinned at her baby sister. “Don’t worry, it isn’t. In fact, Aunt Jan’s going to kiss your bottom all better.” Turning to Jan, she said, “Gabby likes to have her butthole touched. She was going to stick her finger up there in the shower. Did you, Gabby?”

“I did, Aunt Jan.” Gabby confirmed. “It was so… Well, I can’t say ‘zactly how it felt, but I did like it. A lot!”

Stretching out on the bed, Kelly gazed into her sister’s eyes. “I wanna see your face when Aunt Jan makes you come.” Gabby shivered when she heard that. She spread her knees even farther apart, wanting her aunt to see everything.

Jan lost herself in the up-close view of Gabby’s rosebud and smooth slit, knowing these treasures were hers for the taking.

Sweet little girl, yeah – my own niece, offering herself to me. A glimpse of heaven.

Reaching out, Jan began to fondle the soft yet firm globes of Gabby’s bottom.

Kelly watched Gabby’s eyes glaze over with pleasure, the girl’s mouth going slack. “Does that feel good?” she asked her little sister, speaking gently. She saw Jan bury her mouth between Gabby’s buttocks.

“Yeah…” Gabby answered, the word coming out in a blissful sigh. “Oh, m’gosh… what – what’s Aunt Jan doing back there?”

“She’s licking your butthole.” Kelly informed her sister. “Here, I’ll help her make you feel good. Just enjoy.”

Getting up on her knees, Kelly watched Jan lick Gabby’s tight little rosebud. The tip of the woman’s tongue circled around, then prodded at the little girl’s anus.

Putting a finger to Gabby’s vaginal opening, Kelly toyed with her clit while their aunt continued to rim her. “Oh… oh, yeah…” she heard her little sister mumble, tiny quivers running through the girl’s thin body.

Moments later, Gabby cried out as she came, shuddering helplessly. Jan and Kelly continued to stimulate the child, though, pleasuring her until she exploded in a second climax – after which Gabby simply toppled onto her side, completely overwhelmed.

It was over an hour later when Gabby finally opened her eyes. The room was dimly illuminated by a light in the hallway. Slowly sitting up, she saw Kelly lying alongside, a smile on her lips. On the other side of Kelly, Aunt Jan was sleeping soundly.

Kelly whispered, “You fell asleep, sis. I guess we made you come pretty hard. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gabby answered, thinking about what had happened. She was already in the mood for a repeat session. “Can we do it again?”

Kelly kissed her sister’s cheek. “It’s late, Gabs, You need to rest. We all do.”

“Yeah, but we’re still here with no clothes on,” Gabby pointed out. “I can’t stop thinking about doing more sex stuff with you guys.”

“Then I’d better get you to bed.” Kelly said. “Tomorrow’s another day. We’ll have more fun after we get up, Gabby. I promise.”

Kelly led her sister down the hall to the bathroom they were sharing, both of them still naked. She had Gabby brush her teeth, then pee, and wash her face. That accomplished, she took the sleepy girl to the room she was using, got her into a t-shirt and fresh panties, then tucked her in.

Kelly sat with Gabby while her sister drifted off to sleep, which only took a few minutes. She bent to kiss her, whispering, “Love you, Gabby. G’night.”

Tiptoeing from the room, she drifted down the hall to check on Jan, who was still sound asleep. Only eleven-thirty. Kelly thought to herself looking at the bedside clock. Lots of time left to snoop around.

Kelly gently closed her aunt’s bedroom door. Then she began to wander the house, stroking her chin, lost in concentration. I know Aunt Jan’s got to have a stash of lesbian porn hidden here somewhere, she told herself. Really dirty stuff, I bet. So… where should I look first?

On to Chapter Ten!